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Chapter 6 - A Fiery End

Content Warnings: Shower Sex. “What’re you thinking about?” “Nothing and everything, all at the same time,” Harry whispered, shifting to a more comfortable position in the tub. No matter what they did before it, this was always his favorite part of the night. It reminded him of simpler times spent with his girlfriend in the large bath of the Prefect's bathroom, before Dumbledore’s death, before the Battle of Hogwarts, before… everything. “That’s a lot of things to think about Mr. Potter.” He felt her head shift, moving closer to his heartbeat, and he could imagine her eyes closing as she concentrated on the steady thud of his heart. He was supposed to be bathing her, helping her cleanse herself of their earlier activities, but for now, he was simply content to hold her. A small, selfish part of him wanted her to remain like she was, marked by him from head to toe. He ignored the voice in his head, wrapping his arms around her slender torso as he dipped into the larger-than-normal bath, submerging himself and her in the warm water. The bath (and the rest of their bedroom) had been designed in remodeled in such a way to allow both of them to participate in any activity together with ease, and he considered them to be his proudest achievements to date. She gasped as they emerged from the water, but made no effort to move away from his position on his chest, more than used to his sudden actions to panic. “You did say you wanted to experiment with breathplay,” Harry teased, slowly running his fingers through her damp hair, untangling it with his fingers as best he could. “Mhm. I much prefer your hand to water daddy,” Hermione whispered, still evidently floating in subspace and seemingly having no desire to leave. “Do you want to talk to me about anything?” she asked softly, tracing imaginary patterns on his chest. One, he could have sworn was an owl, but his mind chose to focus more on the pleasure the slight pressure of her finger brought than the actual shapes themselves.  “It’s not the right place or time to talk about what I’m thinking.” “When have we ever done things at the right place or time sir?” Came the soft rebuttal. “Our first kiss. The first time we had sex. My first spanking. None of those were at times or places one might call terribly romantic.” “Don’t remind me of our first spanking. You were laughing the entire time.” Harry groaned. “I tried my best not to! I couldn’t help it, you were patting my bum and calling them spanks!” “I-” Harry gave up. They’d take a trip down memory lane some other day. He shifted, moving up the wall of the bath till the girl had moved to sit down in his lap, allowing his hands easier access to her hair and scalp. He reached out to grab the bottle of shampoo from the edge of the tub, squirting some into his hands. “I was thinking about marriage. A passing thought, really.” “Us?” “Bill and Fleur, initially.” “It was a beautiful ceremony. I’m glad they decided to renew their vows.” “I was just glad nobody interrupted it this time around,” Harry said, gently massaging the shampoo in her scalp. “Thinking about them somehow led to me fantasizing about our ceremony and married life with you.” He fell silent after the admission, not sure how she’d take it. They hadn’t really talked about marriage, children or even a future together. Before the war, they’d been singularly focused on surviving. After… there’d been too many funerals, too many pieces to pick up. They themselves had been shattered, and it had taken them nearly a year to simply return to some sense of normalcy. “Yes,” Hermione turned to look at him with an impish smile. It never failed to surprise him, the ease with which she could slip in and out of subspace. She’d once told him it was becoming a part of her now, and he was beginning to believe it. “Yes?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “I like the sound of Hermione Granger-Potter.” She shrugged, turning back around to allow him to continue washing her hair. “I didn’t ask you a question,” he said, amused. “And knowing you, you never would have. Now, you don’t need to.” Hermione shrugged again, and though he couldn’t see it, he knew she had a huge smirk on her face. “You’re being unbelievably bratty for someone who was just punished Miss Granger,” he whispered, his free hand snaking around her body. He smiled as his fingers pinched a still sore nipple, the girl letting loose a strangled groan. “Are you going to send your wife to bed with a sore bum Mr. Potter?” Hermione whispered, wiggling her butt against his crotch. Insatiable. But then, they both were. Intimacy was their anchor, their vehicle for healing. As long as we have each other, everything is going to be alright. “You’re not my wife yet, Miss Granger.” “We could rectify that. We SHOULD rectify that,” Hermione whispered, dipping down in the water to wash her hair. She turned underwater, gripping his thighs with her hands, her lips closing around his semi-erect shaft for but a second. She withdrew, pulling herself up, her warm brown eyes locking with his green ones. “How exactly do you plan to rectify that?” Harry asked in a strangled groan as her hand wrapped around his cock, coaxing it back to life with a few quick pumps. “I know a priest,” Hermione said conversationally, as if they were having one of their normal dinner table conversations. The playful goddess that was hidden deep within her had evidently awoken, and wanted to play. Not that he was complaining, after all, he had spent half the night coaxing her out. She kept her eyes locked with his as she guided him inside her, her hands moving to grip his shoulders for support as she lowered herself on him. “You have all the answers, don’t you?” he asked, his hands moving to grasp her wasit, only to be gently pushed away. “Nu-uh. Let your good little student earn her ‘O’ Professor Potter.” “I’ll need a ring,” he breathed, leaning back against the tub, his hands gripping its edges. “And a collar,” Hermione whispered, leaning into him. Her lips closed around an earlobe, drawing it in her mouth and sucking on it as she pushed herself up, only to sink back down with a quiet groan. Her right hand stayed on his shoulder, but her left travelled down to her clit, slowly massaging the now over-sensitive nub as she slowly rocked up and down on his shaft. “Are you trying to seduce me into marriage Miss Granger?” “Is it working Mr. Potter?” she asked once she withdrew. He could only nod as she picked up the pace, moving as fast as their positions would allow. “Good,” she whispered, her own breathing growing ragged with arousal and exertion. She returned her lips to his neck, slowly kissing down to his shoulder, worshipping every inch of her lover’s body even as she teased his seed out of him. How does every time with her feel like the very first time? The excitement and sheer giddiness of their actions never seemed to diminish. He hoped it never would. He could feel her struggle against the haze of her arousal, trying to keep up the pace she had set. His hands moved from their position, gripping her waist, fingers digging in her soft flesh hard enough to leave marks come morning. “Together,” he whispered, turning to kiss her as he aided her efforts. Their lips met, and he pulled her up till only his tip was in her, before pulling her back down as hard as he could. She moaned into his lips as she was impaled, and he kept up the bruising pace, every subsequent impaling eliciting a louder and more desperate moan. She was close, her moans and the frenzied desperation of her fingers said as much to him. Time and again she raised herself, only to be pulled back down and impaled on his shaft. “Hermione,” he muttered, the muscles in his abdomen tightening at his own fast approaching orgasm, “Potter,” he continued, pushing the quivering girl back down on his cock, “Granger,” he groaned as her walls spasmed around him and she cried out, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. “Will you marry me?” he asked, bringing her down one last time, the tightness of her walls too much for him to bear. She milked him of his seed even as they held each other in the bath, panting and gasping through their combined orgasms. “Yes,” she whispered after what felt like eternity, tiredly moving to kiss him. The night’s activities had finally sapped her strength, he realized, and she was well and truly ready for bed. “My answer will always be yes.” He let her lie against his chest as he recovered his own strength, and more importantly, his will to move. For he could have stayed the way the were forever, but the water was going cold and their warm, comfortable bed beckoned. He finally picked up the bottle of conditioner from the edge of the bath, quickly finishing shampooing her hair before he started to work on both their bodies, washing away the evidence of their amorous activities. She yawned as he helped her out of the bath, sleepily rubbing her eyes as she waited for her lover to join her. Join her he did after uncorking the drain to empty the tub, dripping water on the magically warmed marble of the bathroom floor as he walked to the towel rack, grabbing one for both of them. “Mrs. Weasley won’t like us eloping,” he said as he handed her the towel. He quickly patted himself dry before wrapping the towel around his waist. “We can have two weddings. The first, special one, just for us. And then another big one, for everyone else. I doubt Mrs. Weasley would like you collaring me at our wedding either, sir.” She pointed out, wrapping her hair in the towel before taking his hand and letting him lead her out of the bathroom. He led her to the ottoman in front of their vanity for the last part of their nightly ritual, pulling the stool to sit behind her once he’d grabbed her hairbrush. She pulled her hair free of the towel, letting the damp brown curls cascade down her back. He studied her naked body in the mirror as he began to brush her hair. Not a single flaw. My fiancée is perfection. The very thought of calling her that made him giddy with excitement. “Do you really know a priest?” “Mhm. He was a friend of my… father’s,” she finished quietly, the wave of happiness she had been riding all night evaporating. The guilt was evident on her face. “We’ll find them. We’ll get them back.” “I don’t know how,” she said, and his heart broke at how despondent she sounded. For her not to have an answer to something, especially something this important had to be maddening. That, combined with the guilt was eating her alive. He could see it from the sudden sorrow on her face. “We’ll figure it out.” It would be his wedding gift to her. After everything she had been through, she did not deserve to spend her life wondering what became of her parents. And they, they deserved a chance to be reunited with their only daughter. “Together?” she asked softly, leaning back into his touch. “Together.” Chapters 7 and 8 are already up on my Patreon. My Patrons can also submit their favorite ideas for their Collaring Ceremony! If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. My Patrons get access to Exclusive Content and New Stories/Chapters weeks before release, along with other great perks with each tier. 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Chapter 2 - Pain and Punishment

Content Warnings: Teasing, Bondage, Masochism, Spanking, Crying. Grimmauld Place, 6:00 PM: Pain. Pain would cleanse her. That was what Bellatrix had said. It had been so long, and yet it felt like yesterday. The crazed woman carving her hand with that silver knife. The sting, the humiliation, the stench of Greyback hunching over her. The lust in the man's eyes. And then a flash of red, and she was saved by the most unlikely of rescuers. Her two best friends, and Dobby? The house-elf. A house-elf had more compassion and bravery than half the wizarding world. How could they deny elves the most basic of rights? And then his hands were back on her breaking her free from her thoughts, cool palms on her own feverish skin, grounding her to reality. Grimmauld Place. Home. She was home. She was home with her dominant, and she was safe. "Sir?" She asked, her voice small and timid. She knew she was taking a risk with speaking out, but he had warned her not to speak in sentences, hadn't he? It wasn't a full sentence, not really. She could probably skate by unpunished. Especially with what she was about to say next. "Yes, Miss Granger?" Harry asked, carefully pushing her knee-length skirt up to her waist, doing his best not to crinkle or roll it. He knew the girl liked to occasionally store clothes for future use, so as not to increase Kreacher's workload, and he wasn't about to spoil the mood for something as trivial as a crease. He carefully tucked the skirt in its own waistband, gently palming an ass-cheek. A thong. She certainly was feeling cheeky tonight. She had been mortified when he had bought it for her as part of a set on her birthday and had refused to accept it until he reminded her that he was the only one who'd be seeing her in them. Can you imagine me in something this scandalous? Hermione Granger? She had told him she wouldn't disobey his orders to wear them, but would never put them on of her own volition. How wrong she'd been... Why yes Miss Granger, I can certainly see you in something this scandalous, he thought as he wordlessly pulled the panties down her stockinged feet, down her creamy thighs, stopping when her reached her knees. Far enough. She could dress quickly if they ran late and Luna decided to drop in. One could never quite predict that girl's actions. "Yes, love?" He asked, picking up the ruler from the arm of the armchair, delivering a sharp swat to her right cheek, watching the flesh jiggle with supreme satisfaction. "I-" She started, before groaning in surprise. He was in a playful mood. Fuck. Her cunt was already growing wet at the teasing, and she knew she'd be dripping by the time he was done. And given the mood he was in... "I love you... One!" She squeaked out, knowing he'd call her out if she didn't count. "I love you too little one." He murmured, gently pushing her legs apart, delivering the next swat straight against her pussy, bruising her puffy lips. "Pretty sure I love you is a sentence, Miss Granger. Or am I wrong?" "I-Two!" Hermione shrieked, her fingers flailing and desperately digging into the soft skin of her back. The urge to reach back and caress her hurt rump was great, but her brain was screaming at her to stop, that her dominant was in the mood to punish any transgression, and covering her ass might certainly count as one. He had never punished her for it before, but he was being a bit of a twat, and she never presumed to predict his actions. He always surprised her. Harry didn't say a word after that, but he didn't have to. Nothing was needed to be said, for, in six short months, they could understand each other through body language, such was the strength of the nature of their relationship. He moved lower, delivering the next smack to her ample thighs, waiting for a moment to allow the girl to count, before shifting to her left cheek. She was soft, supple, like putty under his hands. The soft mewls that escaped the girl's lips with every spank only served to add fuel to his raging erection, and it was only supreme self-control that stopped him from dropping the ruler and taking his princess right there on the couch. She had been a naughty girl, and she needed to be punished. Pleasure... That would come later. "F-five." Hermione whimpered, her voice breaking as a familiar burn settled into her ass with the fifth swat. He... Sir. Sir, her mind reminded her sternly. He was her dominant, and she needed to address him with respect, even in her head. Sir wasn't holding back, and she hated how deep into subspace she was slipping. All she wanted was his strong arms around her, his hand in her hair, telling her it was okay, that he loved her, that... "SIX." She screamed, the ruler back against her dripping cunt. "I-I won't cuss again Sir, I promise. Never again..." She sobbed, gasping when she felt his cool palm against her bruised ass, gently kneading the flesh. "I- Seven!" She started, before stopping. She didn't even know what she was begging for. It hurt, it hurt like little else they did, and yet she didn't want him to stop. She was dripping, far more aroused with this than with anything else they did. Was she broken? Why did she crave pain? "It's okay little one. Just three more. No extra ones tonight," Harry murmured reassuringly, letting the girl cry. It wasn't just the spanking, it was the stress, the tension, everything bad she brought home from the office. It wasn't a punishment, it was therapeutic. A good cry helped get rid of the tension, and he could already see the girl's body go limp. "Can you be a brave little Gryffindor for me?" He asked softly, bringing the wooden ruler flat against her entire ass as the girl nodded. Eight. Nine! TEN! Pain. Pain was good. Pain was real. Harry was real. Harry loved her. She was a smart, successful witch, sobbing into a couch because her boyfriend had disciplined her, and she had loved every second of it. Merlin, she was a mess. She had no energy left, no agency. She simply lay there, waiting for her dominant to get the aloe cream. The last part of their ritual. The best part, a small voice in her head spoke out. Her dominant would take care of her. She had nothing to worry about, not tonight at least. "Should I floo Luna and let her know we'll be late? I think a warm shower is warranted after a long day, don't you?" Harry asked, dipping his fingers into the salve, smearing a thick layer of it onto her ass. Her skin was now blotched with maroon and purple, and the girl wouldn't be sitting properly for at least a few days. The salve had been one of Luna's inventions. It cooled skin, and dried fast, ensuring that it didn't stain clothes. "I... I think we can take a shower after we come back? Ron and Lavender are coming over too, and you know how he gets when he's hungry." Hermione requested softly, allowing the man to pull her limp body off the couch, and into his chest. His hands were back around her. Where they belonged, her brain crowed, the girl melting into his chest. "Ronald is worse than a Hungarian Horntail when he's hungry. Alright. We'll leave in a minute," he murmured, gently rubbing her back, allowing the girl to snuggle into his chest. "Are you just happy to see me sir, or did you put that ruler in your pocket?" She teased, giggling softly as she pressed kisses into her shoulder. Damn subspace. It made her act decidedly unHermionish. "Merlin little one. Don't remind me. I'm treating my erection like I would a zit, ignoring it in the hopes that it'll go away." Harry groaned, his strong arms pushing under her, gently lifting her up and settling her down on the couch, her legs hanging over its arm. "Hey! Ouch..." She squeaked as she was lifted up, her ass screaming her protest as it was pushed against the cushion. "Sorry. You stay there and rest while I go get dressed for dinner. I don't trust myself around you right now. As you said, we don't have time to mess around," Harry muttered, sounding almost like a child who had his candy snatched before he could take a single bite. Damn Ronald and his eating habits. The boy seriously needed to stop giving him blue balls. He still hadn't forgiven the redhead for interrupting his first-time trying clamps with Hermione, all because Puddlemere United had won a game. He needed to have a discrete word with Lavender, he thought distractedly, pulling his t-shirt over his head, before pulling on a simple white shirt. The longer they spent snogging, the less time Ron would have acting like a third wheel with him and Hermione. They loved him, and he was fun to hang out with, but he was at that point in his life where he'd much rather spend the afternoon fucking his little kitten, than watch Quidditch. "Wear the blue jeans I got you last month. They look good with a white shirt." Hermione called out with a tired voice, breaking Harry out of his thoughts. The girl was splayed out on the couch, watching her dominant with a tired but content smile. She decided against changing clothes. Her work clothes were nice enough for a dinner party; besides, her legs were more akin to jelly than anything solid and that didn't seem to be changing anytime soon. "Yes ma'am," Harry murmured with a smile, bending over to pull his pajamas down his legs, stepping free of them before straightening and grabbing the jeans from a coat hanger, quickly pulling them up to his waist. "Now you're just mocking me, Harry..." She murmured, undecided whether she wanted to stay in subspace for the dinner or not. She was quickly pulling free, but one word from her dominant, and she'd be back underwater. "Help?" She asked softly, motioning towards her legs, her knees forced together by her panties. "Yeah. Sorry about that. You never know with Luna, and she's seen more of your body than I'm comfortable with," he murmured with a laugh, padding over and grabbing her arm, pulling the girl to her feet. "It hurts." She whined, shooting Harry a pout as the man bent to pull her panties back up cursing Ron and his stomach as he caught a whiff of her arousal. She was dripping, inviting, just waiting for him to fill her up, and he couldn't do anything about it. "That's the point of a punishment Miss Granger. The next time you feel the urge to cuss, remember your stinging ass." Harry smirked, winking at his girlfriend as he tugged her skirt free from the waistband, allowing it to fall back down, covering her ass. "Ready?" "You'll need to hold my arm, sir. I don't think I can walk," Hermione murmured, giving up after one shaky step, reaching out to grab Harry's arm. "Of course. It's the Floo, so you need to hold on tight anyways," he murmured, taking her arm and helping her out of the bedroom, slowly leading her back down the stairs towards the living room, and the large ornate fireplace. The walls looked bare and diminutive without any portraits (The girl having finally figured out a way to take them down. He had burned most of them, and had been quite happy to do so.) and the couple made their way to the living room in comfortable silence. He grabbed a pinch of the bright green powder from the bowl on top of the fireplace tossing it into the grate. The man pulled the girl into his chest, before dragging her into the tall green flames, giving her one last smile as the flames enveloped them. "The Rook!" He shouted, and braced himself as the floor fell under them, dragging them away from their home. The Rook: "Oh good. Harry and Hermione are here," Luna murmured serenely, running into the kitchen, watching two of her friends sprawled out on the floor in front of the fireplace, gently brushing soot off their clothes. "Everyone is waiting for you. Were you busy playing with your pet Harry?" She asked, tilting her head confused as the boy rapidly turned several shades of red. "Uh-Yeah. Um, my pet was being a handful." Harry mumbled, hoping that anyone else listening in thought that he was talking about Hedwig. Only Luna knew about their secret, and they had decided to keep it that way. "Oh. I hope you knocked the Nargles out of her. That's what causes her to misbehave, you know?" Luna asked completely serious, before shooting the couple a bright smile, "Well, come on! Everyone is waiting and dinner is getting cold!" I absolutely adore writing Luna. If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. 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Chapter 2 - A Tenuous Relationship

A nesting dragon is the most dangerous of creatures. The mother shall defend her eggs with a ferocity unmatched in nature, uncaring for anything but the safety of her offspring. ~The Care of Magical Creatures by Newt Scamander Daphne watched Harry rub his temples as she recited the words from her copy of the book almost verbatim. They had left the clearing without waiting for Hagrid or Madame Maxime, both of them quietly coming to the consensus that they had seen enough and that they did not want to end the night by accidentally crashing their professor’s date. Daphne had followed his lead and stayed under the cloak for the journey back to the edge of the forest, before slipping out and motioning for him to follow her. She had led him to the unicorn enclosure, to her favorite grass knoll under an oak tree, where she retreated whenever she needed a break from the world and her life. Despite the chill in the air and the lateness of the hour, she preferred to have the conversation they were about to have outside, away from any prying eyes and ears. She had no desire to willingly commit social suicide, which was exactly what would happen if even a single person from her house came across her giving helpful advice to Harry Potter. They were idiots, the whole lot of them. A true Slytherin would have ingratiated themselves with Potter, using the man’s name and power to forge a better path for themselves. Instead, they clung to their parents' prejudices, abandoning their ambitions to stay beholden to a long-dead master like petty children. “What you’re saying is that this is much worse than simply having to fight or get past a dragon,” Harry said, slowly folding that wondrous invisibility cloak of his and pushing it inside his bag. “Oh, yes. So much worse. The mother dragon will have a single thought occupying her mind throughout the task. Protecting her eggs. You just saw the amount of magic it took to stun one of them. Still think it’s useful to learn Stupefy for your task?” Daphne asked softly, smiling as the small foal, birthed just the week before, slowly tottered over to her. The other unicorns kept clear of her, distrusting the man she had brought to their home. “Shit.” “Come to think of it, what mother would not do the same for her child? What mother would not fight to the death, uncaring of the consequences, to protect her children?” she mused, looking over to the mother of the foal now resting its head on her lap. She kept a watchful eye on her child as she grazed, but did not come to pull her away as she had expected. She clearly distrusted a man’s presence but did not fear Harry. They say a unicorn is the best judge of a person’s character. “My mother did the same thing. Dumbledore says that it was her sacrifice that allowed me to survive the killing curse.” His voice sounded unbearably sad. It almost made her want to reach out and squeeze his hand. Almost. She cleared her throat, deciding to change the topic. What else could she do? What could she say? That she empathized? That’d be a bare-faced lie. Only a person who had suffered a similar loss could. She pulled out an apple from the pocket of her hoodie, slowly feeding it to the foal harrumphing happily in her lap as she ran a hand through its mane. “Well, Potter, you seem destined to the same fate He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was if you repeat his mistake of underestimating a mother. We need a plan.” If he found her use of the word ‘we’ odd, he did not comment on it. “A plan for me to infiltrate the nest of a rampaging, enraged dragon, steal something, and walk back out?” “Yes. Preferably with all your limbs intact.” “Do you have a plan for everything?” “Unlike a Gryffindor, I have no desire to stumble through life relying on dumb luck and foolish bravery.” “Is that why you had an apple on you? You planned to bring me here after we’d met Hagrid?” “That’s not how I plan Potter. That’s a rigid plan, and rigid plans always fail. I plan for any and all eventualities. This is why I always have an apple on me. In case I’m passing by the enclosure and need to feed Binky.” “The foal’s name is Binky?” He sounded faintly amused.  “Do you have a problem with that Potter?” she asked, the customary coldness returning to her voice. “Not at all. It seems like a fitting name for a unicorn.” “Professor Hagrid thought so too. That’s why he chose it.” Her words weren’t entirely true. She’d chosen it after helping to birth the foal, and Professor Hagrid had happily gone along with it. But Potter doesn’t need to know that. “Potter?” “Hmm?” She turned to look at him. He was resting against the oak tree, looking up at the starry sky with a small smile on his face. “If you tell anyone-” “That the Ice Queen has a soft spot for unicorns? Don’t worry, my lips are sealed.” “One, never call me that. How would you feel if everyone around you started calling you Boy Wonder?” “Strangely flattered.” He tilted his head, grinning at her. “You’re an idiot, Potter. But thank you.” “You’re welcome, Greengrass.” “What’ve they told you about the task?” “Officially?” “Yeah.” “That it is to be a test of our courage and wit under pressure, so we will not be given any information beforehand. We can carry our wands to the task, but nothing else. That’s why Hermione thought it was something to do with dueling and suggested I learn new spells and hexes.” “Not every hammer requires a nail, Potter. I was about to suggest getting a niffler trained to seek out treasure. You could have distracted the dragon while it stole whatever it is that you’re supposed to steal. But the clause they’ve added throws that plan out the window.” “Can’t you hold the niffler nearby? I’ll use the summoning charm to bring it to me.” “Do you know how the summoning charm works, Potter?” “No. We’re supposed to learn it this term. I just glanced over the chapter while doing my homework this summer.” “Since Granger isn’t here, it falls on me to deliver the academic lecture,” Daphne sighed, continuing to run her hand through the foal’s mane, lulling it to sleep. “You can’t summon living creatures.” “What if I just summoned whatever I’m supposed to steal?” “Gee Potter, do you think the organizers of the biggest tournament in Europe were dropped on their heads as children?” Daphne asked sarcastically, her frustration at her inability to come up with a viable plan bubbling over. She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, “I’m sorry. It's late and I’m tired. To top it all off, I didn’t have any dinner because I’ve been out here since classes ended. It’s impossible to sneak out of the Slytherin Common Room unnoticed.” “Here-” She looked at the bar of chocolate he had pulled out from his bag with raised eyebrows. “You stock apples, I stock chocolate. A habit I picked up last year,” he said with a smile and a shrug. “Thanks, Potter.” She accepted the offered bar, deciding not to mention it was her favorite kind of chocolate. A sheer coincidence. What does father always say? There are no coincidences, just magic one does not understand. She shook herself free of her thoughts, biting into the unwrapped bar. “They will probably have charmed the treasure to be unsummonable, unplottable, and untransformable, especially if what they’re testing is your courage. I won’t consider it wise to run around trying those tricks while a dragon is hell-bent on melting the flesh off your bones.” “We’ll figure something out. I mean, I have the help of two of the smartest people in our year. It shouldn’t be too difficult.” Daphne looked at him, surprised. While it was true that she was second only to Hermione Granger in most classes (and surpassed her in some), unlike her Gryffindor counterpart, she spent most of her classes in a corner backbench, striving to go unnoticed by students and teachers alike. “She’s asleep.” His quiet words shook her free of her thoughts, and she looked down at the foal in her lap, now snoring softly. “Yep. Time to go.” She let him stand first, accepting his help to gently free herself of the foal without disturbing the sleeping creature. They walked down the hill and back to the grounds in silence, taking a detour towards the lake to avoid the still brightly lit hut of their professor. “Professor Karkaroff!” Daphne turned at the snap of the twig behind them, fake smiling at the man who had emerged from the forest. She had become acquainted with the man over the summer, and her companion's face was probably the most recognizable in the magical world. It was futile to try to hide their identities. She quickly grabbed Harry’s hand with her free one, squeezing it hard, hoping he’d understand and let her take the lead. In her experience, Gryffindors made terrible liars.  “Miss Greengrass.” His voice still held the same swarmy, insincere quality it had the last time they’d talked, but was now infinitely colder. “What’re you doing in the forest, out so late?” “I know we’re technically breaking half a dozen rules professor, but Harry’s been so stressed, I just wanted to be a good girlfriend and try to take his mind off the tournament.” Daphne prayed to a god she did not believe in for Harry to take the hint and play along. She leaned closer to him, bumping their shoulders together and hoping she sounded affectionate and not nauseated. “A starry sky and chocolate are the perfect recipe for a romantic date night, wouldn’t you agree Professor Karkaroff?” She took a bite out of the bar she was still holding as if to prove her point. Merlin, I sound like I’m reciting lines off a page. She just hoped the man wouldn’t notice the awkward way she’d said ‘girlfriend’. In her defense, that was the only reasonable excuse she could think of for their being out on the grounds after curfew. “You are courting Mr. Potter?” “He’s courting me. I would never be quite so presumptuous as to make the first move.” “Her beauty and her wit swept me off my feet Professor Karkaroff.” His amused voice really made her wish she could throttle him. “What about you professor? Why are you out so late?” Daphne asked hurriedly, before the man could question their ‘relationship’ further. “I am homesick Miss Greengrass,” the man lied without skipping a beat, “The cold air and the shore remind me of home.” “We won’t interrupt your walk any further in that case. Thank you for being so understanding, professor. Goodnight!” Daphne pulled at their enjoined hands, breathing a sigh of relief as Harry took the hint and quickly led her away from the lake and towards the quiet and deserted castle courtyard. “Why the charade Greengrass?” he asked, still sounding amused. “Do you want Professor Hagrid to get into trouble Potter?” Daphne hissed back, yanking her hand free. “He’s cheating too.” “He most certainly is, but that wouldn’t have stopped him from twisting what happened in a way that suited him. Professor Hagrid would have gotten in trouble, you’d be penalized before the task even started if not for the-the charade!” Daphne huffed. “You were right.” “I usually am. But what am I right about this time?” “Everyone is cheating. I know what the task is. Fleur and Viktor do too.” “Do you think Diggory knows?” “If he doesn’t, he will tomorrow when I tell him.” “Why in Merlin’s name would you do that? You’re competing against him!” Daphne asked. Her new acquaintance was a noble idiot, but an idiot nonetheless. Why the fuck do you have to be so chivalrous? “Because-” Harry paused as the reached the door of the castle, turning to look at her, “He doesn’t have a Hermione, and he certainly doesn’t have a Greengrass looking out for him. See you around, girlfriend.” With that parting shot and a wink, he left, leaving a very annoyed girl in his wake. What's a Slow Burn without a little fake dating? If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. My Patrons get access to Exclusive Content and New Stories/Chapters weeks before release, along with other great perks with each tier. My Patreon!

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Chapter 5 - Recovery.

Harry had no idea how one pulled together a dinner that was supposed to be part thanks and part apology, especially for someone who was physically unable to get out of bed. He had managed to corner Fred and George for a minute during the party they had thrown in his honor in the Gryffindor Common Room, but all their suggestions had been incredibly cheesy and overly romantic, which of course they had been. They had presumed, as was natural, that he was asking for help planning a hospital wing dinner date for the girl that had just saved his life. They’d also offered to let them be the first couple to test the more… adult-oriented products they had designed for their future store. Harry had thanked Merlin that neither Daphne nor Tracey were within earshot when they’d made that particular offer, and had extricated himself from the situation, trying his best not to picture his blonde friend in the french maid costume they were holding up. He was sure if Daphne ever heard about their offer, she’d kill him before the tournament ever managed to. In the face of so many conflicting ideas, he gave up and just made his way out of the noisy party and down to the kitchens, filling a small picnic basket with Dobby’s help. He had packed it with universally loved foods, hoping it had something she liked. For someone he was supposedly madly in love with, he knew very little about Daphne Greengrass’ personal life or tastes. He found her in bed, idly leafing through a copy of Magical Beasts and Where To Find Them levitating in front of her. She had reading glasses perched on the top of her head, a fact he found to be strangely endearing. He shook his head when he realized he had been staring, blinking a couple of times before he walked over to her bed. The basket was set down near her bed before he grabbed a stool to sit on. “What’s his deal?” he asked as he twisted to pull the curtains around her bed and give them some privacy, coming face to face with a curled-up and whimpering Roger Davies. “Broom handle. Bum. Who knew the wood was so brittle?” “It isn’t. There’s very little in the world that can cause a magical broomstick to snap,” Harry answered with a chuckle, resuming his place on the stool. “Oh, then I have even less interest in knowing what he was doing with the bloody broom. Anyways, Madame Pomfrey says he’ll be fine by morning.” “And you?” “I’m her guest for a few more days. My hands and face are mostly alright, but I have severe burns on my legs that will take time to heal.” “I’ve seen her regrow an entire arm’s worth of bones in one night.” “Second year, right? Merlin, Lockhart was such an idiot.” “Yep.” He chuckled. In retrospect, the entire incident had been hilarious, even if it hadn’t seemed that way at the time. “Dragon burns are resistant to magical treatment. They’ll have to heal the old-fashioned way. Thankfully it’s not cursed fire, so my skin will go back to how it was, but I’m not going anywhere for a week.” “Daphne, I’m-” “Sorry?” She interrupted. “Save your apology Potter. I’ve already told you the only reason I helped you was because it was in my best interests to do so.” She turned to him and winked, and he smiled. The action cause her spectacles to drop down from her head, crookedly settling on her nose. “I can’t raise my arm that high. Harry, do you mind?” He nodded, reaching out to gently pluck the glasses from her face, the back of his hand rubbing her cheek as he pulled away. He set them on the nightstand next to her bed, the faint blush on his cheeks mirroring the one on hers. She was a very attractive girl, and he was a hormonal idiot who hadn’t been with anyone in over six months. There was nothing more to it. There could be nothing more to it. They weren’t the kind of people who got together and had a happy ending. “So, where’s Tracey?” Daphne asked after a minute of awkward silence. She seemed to be stronger than she was in the morning, and turned on her own to face him, although the action was still accompanied by a quiet grunt of pain. “She hit it off with Fred and George. Last I checked, she was taste-testing some sort of Bertie Bott’s replacement for them,” Harry answered with a grin. “She wanted to come, but I could see she was enjoying herself, so I told her we could take turns bringing you dinner. I came today, and she’ll be here tomorrow.” “Morgana’s tit.” Daphne snorted. “Just what we needed. Tracey Davis in cahoots with those two. We’ll be lucky if the school is standing come morning.” Harry laughed. “They did seem to hit it off really well. I was worried about her attending a party in the Gryffindor Common Room, but nobody except Ron seemed to care.” “I’m glad. She’s been having a difficult time in her own house of late.” “The whole ‘runt’ business?” Harry asked, using air quotes to frame the word. “Yep. Tracey is a Half-Blood. The only Half-Blood in all of Slytherin as a matter of fact. The harassment has just been getting worse as we get older. I try to shield her from it as much as I can, but I can’t be everywhere, and the idiotic ferret I have to share my house with likes to use her as an easy target to pick on. Half the house follows, and it’s a good old-fashioned bullying pile-on.” “I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault.” “She is more than welcome to hang out with us and spend time in our common room if the two of you ever need a break,” Harry offered. He bent to pick up the picnic basket, flipping open the wooden lid. “You don’t see how that could be a problem, Potter?” Daphne asked with a raised eyebrow. She extended a bandaged hand to accept the offered sandwich, biting into it and chewing slowly. “How’d you know ham was my favorite?” “I didn’t. I brought one of each,” Harry answered, picking up the other half of the sandwich. “Sure, there’ll be people who grumble. But nobody is going to actively bother her, not when the entire Gryffindor Quidditch Team is in her corner.” “The entire team?” She pawed at the picnic basket, “Tilt it, I want to see what you’ve brought.” Harry turned the basket towards her, letting her examine its contents. “She’s a bloody riot. Fred and George loved her, and they introduced her to Angelina and Alicia, and she obviously knows Katie. I obviously have no problem with her. So yeah, I’d say nearly the entire Quidditch Team is in her corner.” “Good.” Daphne pulled out a pudding cup, struggling to peel off its lid. “A little help?” “Straight to dessert?” Harry teased, taking the cup from her hands. He pulled away the lid, handing it back to her with a wooden spoon. “What are you, my mother?” Daphne snarked back, grinning. “I nearly died for you, Potter. The least you can do is make sure I have my fill of chocolate pudding.” “I only brought one cup this time. I’m sorry.” “Don’t make the same mistake next time you’re on dinner duty.” “Yes ma’am,” Harry answered with a mock salute. “So,” she asked in between spoonfuls of pudding. “Did they tell you anything about the second task?” “It’s going to be on the twenty-second of Febuary.” “Good. That gives us ample time to prepare.” “Us?” “Well, as your girlfriend, I can’t just abandon you, can I? Unless you’re planning on breaking up with me on the very day I saved your life?” she asked, looking up at him with big eyes and pretending to sniffle. Fuck, she was a good actress. To anyone who had not been listening in on their conversation, she truly would have appeared to be on the verge of tears. “You’re a shit actress Greengrass.” “You’re a horrible flyer Potter, but you don’t see me pointing out your many deficiencies, do you? It’s considered improper in polite society.” He chuckled at the faux snobbish expression she had adopted. It, combined with the tension of the day finally caused him to crack, and he fell to the floor laughing, tears streaming down his face as he laughed. She joined him, her musical laughter mixing with his to fill the otherwise silent hospital wing. She gently smacked his shoulder with her unhurt hand after a minute of laughing, “Stop. You’re making my stomach hurt. And I can’t even wipe my face,” she murmured. His laughter petered out after her request, and he wiped his cheeks with his hands, before turning to look up at her tear-streaked cheeks. “Sorry.” “Potter?” “Yes?” he asked, slowly getting to his feet. He had thankfully put the basket down on the floor before his fit of laughter, saving its contents from being spilled all over the floor. He bent, plucking out a napkin from it. “Do me a favor.” “Anything,” he murmured, gently dabbing her cheeks with the napkin. “Stop apologizing for everything. It isn’t on you to save the world. My actions are my own,” Daphne said, grabbing his wrist when he started to pull his hand away. “I know you feel guilty about today.” “You nearly died. You can’t walk for a week.” “It was my choice. And if I had to do it all over again, I’d make the same choices.” “For self-preservation?” “For a friend,” she answered, finally letting his wrist go. He sat back down on the stool, the blush returning to his cheeks. He rummaged through the basket to hide his pink cheeks, retrieving an unexpected pudding cup with a triumphant ‘aha!’. He peeled off the lid, holding it out for Daphne. “What about you? You aren’t eating anything,” she asked, accepting the cup from him with a grin. She pushed a spoonful of pudding into her mouth, groaning in contentment. “This almost makes the pain and being stuck here worth it.” “I’ll make sure to only fill the basket with chocolate pudding the next time I come over,” Harry said, smiling at her reaction. “You do that. For now, tell me what else they told you about the second task.” “Nothing else. The date, and that the golden egg is a clue.” “The egg they had you steal from the dragon’s nest?” “The very same.” “Well?” she asked, scowling in frustration at the confused expression on his face. “What’s the clue? What was in the egg?” “Nothing. I mean, I don’t know. All it does is shriek when you open it.” “Shriek?” “Yep. A loud, hair-splitting, eardrum rupturing wail. That’s it.” “Huh.” He could see the gears turning in her head. She had the same look on her face that Hermione did when tasked with a problem. And if the past month had been any indication, between the two of them, they’d inevitably come up with the solution. He looked up at the sound of a door being shut. “That’ll be Madame Pomfrey. She’s probably grabbing the medications for me and ButtMcgee over there,” Daphne said, nodding to the bed next to hers. “You better leave before she catches you and bans you from visiting. You’re not supposed to be in the hospital wing after nine, remember?” “Yep.” He shut the lid of the wicker basket, grabbing its handle and quickly getting to his feet. “I’ll be here with breakfast at eight.” “Coffee, black, no sugar. Pancakes with whipped cream, not syrup,” Daphne said, waving her hand to magically shut the book and push it under her blanket. She blew out the candle on her nightstand and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. “Yes princess,” Harry said, shaking his head with a smile. He slipped out of the hospital wing before Madame Pomfrey arrived, deciding to rejoin the party. He had plenty of time to figure out what the second task was. For now, he planned to relax, enjoy a hard-won victory, and take care of his injured friend. If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. My Patrons get access to Exclusive Content and New Stories/Chapters weeks before release, along with other great perks with each tier. My Patreon!

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Chapter 1 - Nightmares

Content Warnings: Teasing, Bondage. Chapter 1: Bedroom, Grimmauld Place: Just a friend? She had never been just a friend. He loved her. He knew he did. That was the only thing in his life that he was sure about. Mudblood! Filth! Ron... Bellatrix... Him... A flash of green light. "No!" Harry exclaimed bolting upright. A groan emanating from the mass of bushy hair struggling to get out of his arms brought him back to reality and the man loosened his grip, letting the girl in his arms move from the awkward position she had been trapped in. Nightmare. Well... nightmares. It always started on the night they kissed and quickly morphed into a hit reel of the worst moments in his life. Perhaps he needed to give in and see that muggle psychiatrist that Hermione went to. At least when she stayed over, he didn't scream while asleep. Thank Merlin for small mercies. "You know Harry when I said I wanted to experiment with breath play, this is not what I had in mind," Hermione murmured coughing, amber eyes blinking sleepily as she leaned forward, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I don't mind being trapped in your arms Mr. Potter, but breathing is important... even when you're asleep." She murmured with a smile, pulling her boyfriend down to her chest, gently pushing her fingers through his hair. Messy as ever. Some things truly never changed. "Nightmare? Same one? I'm here Harry. I'm right here. Can't you hear me?" She asked softly, shifting so he could hear her heartbeat. "I'm real Harry. The nightmare isn't. I'm real." She murmured, gently pulling the boy back down to the bed and climbing on top of him, legs moving to either side of his waist as she straddled him. Her weight was comforting. She had discovered it was the quickest way to bring him back to reality. "Mione?" Harry whispered, the wild look of desperation in his eyes subsiding as he groaned softly, "You're sore. You need rest. I'll be okay." He whispered, gently pulling the girl down into his chest, "Yeah. Same nightmare. I really thought I was past this." He whispered, sighing as the girl slipped off his body, only to cuddle into his side. "Daddy..." She whispered, reaching out to cup his cheek, turning his face towards her. She was extremely worried, Harry realized, shooting the girl a tired smile. That was a title she rarely used, and never outside the bedroom. Only during their most intimate moments, when he had stripped her down to her most vulnerable self, to the scared little girl who had to give up her own parents, the girl who had been mocked her entire life for her intellect, the girl with whom he had finally found happiness... "Don't worry Mione. I promise to take the first appointment that your muggle doctor gives me. I just don't know how to... talk to him about Voldemort and torture and that night in the mansion." He whispered, hands pushing underneath her shirt, his cold clammy palm making contact with her feverish skin. Warm. Real. Beautiful. "He's a squib. Very disconnected from the magical world, but I promise you... he'll understand. And help." Hermione murmured, leaning to place a kiss on the corner of his lips, "Now, unless you want a sore and very cranky princess tomorrow, you better put me to bed." Purpose. Taking care of her gave him purpose, the girl realized as he laughed, pulling the blanket back over them. His entire life had been engineered towards a single goal. Defeat Lord Voldemort. Now that it was done, he had no idea what to do with his life anymore. So he took care of her. He cooked, he cleaned, and he remodeled his house. Purpose and a sense of control. Two things that had always been lacking in his life. They were made for each other, she thought wryly, resting her head back on his chest, his heartbeat bringing a sense of security that few other things in the world did for her. The boy who craved control in his life, and the girl who couldn't spend more than a minute without searching for the next authority figure in her life. And to think it all started with a kiss. A kiss and a flock of birds... Empty Classroom: (6th Year) "Birds, huh?" Harry asked, gently closing the door behind him, marveling at the quality of the girl's spell work. Even as upset as she was, it was perfect, the flock of yellow canaries chittering around her head in perfect unison. "Y-yeah. I just... felt like practicing. Party over?" She hiccupped, furiously wiping away her tears. Harry couldn't see her like this. She wouldn't allow him to see her like this. A hormonal teenager, pining away after a boy. A boy who was currently shoving his stupid tongue down the throat of a girl she could never compete with. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. "Got too noisy for me. I'm guessing you saw what I saw?" Harry asked, pushing himself on top of the bench the girl was occupying. Stupid Ron. Which boy in their right mind would choose Lavender Brown over Hermione Granger? "Not that difficult to miss Harry. He looked like he was eating her face. In the middle of the common room." She muttered bitterly, twirling the birds around the two, before allowing them to return to flying aimlessly. "Yeah. Ron needs to work on his kissing..." He mumbled, unsure how to react to the girl's words. Yes. His best friend needed to work on his kissing, but with his other best friend! Not Lavender Brown. "At least she wasn't crying..." "You do realize you aren't a bad kisser Harry." Hermione hiccupped, trying to stifle a giggle as she turned towards him with a watery smile, "Cho just..." "Yeah. I know." "You don't have to stay. I just... To be rejected by the boy you thought you liked for the very girl who takes every opportunity to call you an unattractive know-it-all..." "It's attractive. Um. Your intelligence." Harry murmured before he could stop himself. Where was he going with this? He was just trying to make his best friend feel better, right? That was all. Yep. That was all. She was his best friend. He was and had never been attracted to her. No sir. Absolutely not. "I mean. I'd rather listen to you talk about SPEW than have to tolerate Lavender giggling at the latest issue of Witch Weekly. Your intelligence is attractive to me," He murmured, his eyes widening as the implications of what he had just said dawned on him. Attractive to him. TO HIM?! "Hermione I-" He continued, desperate to fix this before he irreparably broke their friendship. Ronald. She liked Ronald. And he... liked her. If his life wasn't complicated enough this year, now he felt as if he were well and truly fucked. "Like me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. She was upset, not a moron. The girl could see where he was going with this, even though Harry was taking painfully long to get there. The Boy-Who-Lived liked her? She had never been able to separate the legend from the person. The friend from the authority figure that most books portrayed him as. So, she just pretended that she wasn't attracted to the goofball that she pretended was just her best friend. Nothing more. She never had a crush on her best friend. No ma'am. So, she shifted her attention to the next boy she thought she had even the barest of chances with. Someone she liked and thought she could grow to love. "Harry, I don't need your pity." Now or never boy, his mind screamed at him, pushing, prodding, basically dragging his body towards the girl. Ronald Weasley. You better be damned sure you're making the right choice, the boy thought gulping as he closed the distance between the two.  I'm about to cross a line here, and I doubt there'll be any coming back if you regret the choice you've just made. "Not pity. I mean it. I dunno. I just... I can't explain it, Mione. I like you... I've always liked you. Somewhere down the line, I convinced myself and everyone that we were just friends, and that attraction was simply what friends feel for each other." Harry murmured, pausing inches away from her face, vivid green eyes locked with warm amber ones. "Funny... That's how I'd explain my feelings towards you Harry Potter," Hermione replied, shooting the boy a bitter smile, "If you're going to kiss me, you better do it before you lose your balance." "I don't want us to snog just yet... I want this to be right..." "Then let us make it right..." Hermione whispered, gently brushing her lips against his, before she pulled away, smiling nervously at him. Her first kiss. Her first kiss with her first crush. "Are you sure I'm not horrible? Maybe I have garlic breath and I don't know it." Harry teased as the girl shifted, resting her head on his shoulder, "Every girl I kiss seems to cry." He continued as the girl let out a shaky laugh, simply swatting the boy with her hand. He said nothing more after that, simply allowing the girl to nuzzle into him as the two looked at the birds fly around them. After nearly five years together, no words were needed. They would figure out their new dynamic come morning. For now, the two simply enjoyed each other's company. Their lives, their relationship, and even their own selves would drastically change over the next two years, but for now, they only existed in their perfect little world, and Harry would not have it any other way. They were friends, they said. Well, that was still the truth, wasn't it? Grimmauld Place, 9:00 AM: As far as nights went, it wasn't the worst he had had, Harry decided, gently shifting so as to make sure that he didn't wake the brunette snoring in his arms. Their session the evening before certainly hadn't been one of their gentler ones, considering they had been experimenting with a wooden ruler and the various places it could be applied on a submissive's body. The more the boy thought about it, the more he realized that he had to do something about his night terrors. He didn't have the heart to make Hermione sleep in a separate bedroom, and he couldn't keep her awake at night like he had the night previous. She had a job, he didn't. He spent his days working on some tiny project or another around the house, while she spent hers taking care of exploited magical creatures. Out of the two of them, she was the one who needed a good night's sleep, and he was utterly failing in his duty as a dominant to fulfill her needs. "Feeling guilty about keeping me awake at night?" Hermione whispered sleepily, giggling as the man's eyes widened in surprise. "I- Did I wake you?" he murmured, gently disentangling himself from the girl, rolling over, before groaning as his feet hit the cold floor. "You are much more disruptive when you're shifting around guiltily Harry," Hermione murmured, clamping a hand to her mouth as she yawned. "But it's okay, I'm already running late for work," she continued, unable to help the slightest bit of disappointment creeping into her voice. No soak for her, then, she thought, as she reluctantly pushed the blanket away from her body. She would simply have to break out the old arse pillow. It had been months since she had felt the need to use it, the pillow lying neglected in her desk at work since Harry had gotten a sense of her pain tolerance, and an idea about the amount the girl could take before the punishment rendered her non-functional the next day. "How did you know?" Harry asked, getting to his feet and turning to the nightstand, grabbing his spectacles and jamming them on top of his nose. "We've been in some sort of relationship for nearly three years Harry. Friends for another six. I'd be disappointed if I couldn't read my dominant like a book." She murmured, clambering over the mess of blankets and pillows to press a kiss to his bare back. "You sure about that?" Harry asked, grinning as he looped the worn-out pink fluffy cuff around the slender wrist of the hand she had on the bedpost, before looping the other one around the bedpost itself, quickly locking the cuffs. It was the oldest toy that they had in their chest of naughtiness (Harry could swear Luna's names got weirder by the day, but that particular name had stuck, and the two had gotten used to calling it their chest of naughtiness). They hadn't even bought it; it had been part of one of Hermione's Halloween costumes, having dressed up as a police officer one year and the couple had simply repurposed it. "Hey!" She exclaimed, turning towards her hand with a frown, before turning her gaze back towards Harry. "Harry! As much as I would like to spend the morning with you in bed, I'm late for work." She whined, the cuffs serving as an immediate catalyst to push her into subspace, even as the girl fought it. She couldn't skip work and spend the morning with her dominant, even though a small irrational part of her brain really wanted to immediately submit. She had to be an adult. She couldn't miss work... She had finally secured a meeting with the Goblins to discuss the condition of dragons in Gringotts! "I can't skip work, sir. Can you please let me go? Pretty please?" She whispered, adopting her little voice as her eyes widened, the girl batting her eyelashes as innocently as she could. Aha! You're not the only one with tricks Mr. Potter. Puppy eyes. The girl wasn't messing around, Harry realized, resisting the urge to let her go with a kiss to her head and a pat on her bum. "I'm not making you skip work Miss Granger. The world won't end if you go in an hour late," Harry said sternly, pushing the girl back down on the bed. "I want you to rest while I get us breakfast and draw you a bath." He murmured, padding over to the couch and picking up the shirt he had discarded the previous night. "Haaaarryy! I have goblins coming over. Do you know how hard it is to get goblins to come to the Ministry?" Hermione groaned, throwing her head back down on the pillows in frustration. The meeting was after lunch, but she had to prepare. Everything needed to be perfect! She didn't need rest! There were dragons that needed saving, and nobody else in the Ministry cared about it enough to harangue the Goblins like she would. Harry was being very infuriating, the girl decided and was definitely abusing his authority. "You're acting like an ass," she muttered grumpily, crossing her free arm over her chest to signal her annoyance at the whole situation before her eyes widened as she realized what she had just said. Oh no. OH NO. "What was that Miss Granger?" Harry asked softly, his voice low and measured. The man had paused at the entrance of their bedroom, a foot already outside the door, before he turned towards the girl, eyebrows raised. The Dom voice. He had used the Dom voice. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The man never raised his voice with her. Never had he shouted, nor spoken in anger. His voice simply went an octave lower, the tone assuming an air of command. It never failed to send a shiver down her spine... and aroused her more than any other physical attribute of her boyfriend. "I didn't break the rules... I didn't cuss at you... Well... Not technically?" She offered meekly, knowing the defense wouldn't work. She wasn't allowed to cuss, period. "I didn't call you an ass. I said you were acting like one," she mumbled, using her messy curls to hide her face. "It shall be ten with the ruler after you get home from work Miss Granger. I'll administer them before we leave for Luna's for dinner," Harry murmured, raising a finger to silence the girl before she could open her mouth to argue. "I could stand here arguing with you, or I can get us breakfast so you can leave for work as soon as possible," He pointed out, raising an eyebrow as the girl nodded in resignation. Damn. Now I'll really need to get the arse pillow, she thought, sighing as she flopped back onto the pillows in frustration. Grimmauld Place, 6:00 PM: Bloody Goblins. Bloody, stupid Goblins. Bloody, stupid heartless Goblins. I wonder how they'd feel about being blinded and shackled in a dank, smelly cavern, she thought savagely, dumping her briefcase on the kitchen table, and coming face to face with a highly surprised Harry. "I take it the meeting didn't go well?" Harry asked, wiping his hands clean on his 'Kiss the Cook' apron, slowly walking towards the girl, his brow furrowed with concern. "Said there were genuine security reasons requiring them to keep dragons. Asked me to talk to the families with high security vaults and get them to sign off on the proposal to free the creatures," Hermione mumbled, melting into her boyfriend's arms. "Fat chance they sign off on a proposal granting a creature it's due rights. Stupid goblins. Very smugly pointed out that Ministry law did not apply to goblin lands." "They're just bitter because we broke into their bank, trashed the place, and stole a dragon," he whispered, gently rubbing the girl's back. "We'll get them around. YOU will get them around. I believe in you." "Really? It's just so hard Harry..." She whispered, tears springing to her eyes. What had they fought for? What had their friends sacrificed their lives for? For things to go back to how they were? To return to the Status Quo? They were fighting for a better world, or at least that was what she had believed, until six months at the Ministry had slowly stripped all hope from the girl. Nothing had changed. "I know little one... But if it was easy, Kingsley wouldn't have given you the job, would he? Hermione Granger, the girl who does the impossible every day," Harry murmured, gently peppering her face with kisses, till the girl giggled, pushing his face away. "You are far too good for my ego Harry James Potter," Hermione murmured, gently latching her lips onto his, her tongue begging for entry. She would tackle the dragon problem later, with a fresh mind. Right now, she needed Harry. "Mhm... I..." Harry murmured, groaning softly as their tongues dueled for dominance, his arms tightening around the girl. "I love you, Hermione Jean Granger." He gasped, pulling away for air as the girl gazed at him through half-lidded eyes. "Sir? Can you punish me? I'd like to get it over with, and I don't want to be late for Luna's dinner party," she whispered, nuzzling into Harry's chest, trying to shut out the world. Being an adult could wait. Hermione wanted... No, she needed her Dominant. "Of course," Harry said, taking her hand and calmly leading her out of the kitchen. "I liked it better when life was uncomplicated..." Hermione murmured in a small voice, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to make a reappearance. Anxiety coiled in her stomach, and all the girl wanted to do was curl up in Harry's lap while he read to her. Everything set her on the edge after her experience in Malfoy Manor... "I think our life was never uncomplicated love. You saved me from killer plants and deadly potions when we were 11." Harry smiled, leading the girl up the stairs to their bedroom. "You saved me from a troll Harry." She shot back, smiling despite her mood. "Pure bravado. Plus, Ron helped," Harry murmured, gently bending the girl over the armchair, pulling her arms behind her back. "Pure stupidity. You charged a troll, Harry. Head-on, without a plan. Very attractive," Hermione mumbled, her eyes fluttering shut as she buried her face in the felt, waiting for him to come back. "My stupidity was attractive? Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?" Harry asked with a smile, picking up the cuffs from their place on the nightstand, before pulling open the bottom drawer to retrieve the wooden ruler, and padding back towards the girl. They truly did keep the strangest assortment of items in their drawers. "No. That you would put yourself in danger without any pause for me. What girl could ask for more? My knight in shining armor." She teased, groaning as the man pulled her arms behind her back, "I really should have given those cuffs away along with the rest of my childhood toys," she muttered, testing the locks. Firm as ever. She really should have brought the arse pillow home. "For every sentence, you utter after this Miss Granger, I add one to the total count. Speak at your peril." Harry ordered, gently rubbing her rump. Merlin, she was beautiful. "Shall we begin?" Yes, I know, but I gotta leave you wanting more! The next chapter will be up, well, next week! If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. My Patrons get access to Exclusive Content and New Stories/Chapters weeks before release, along with other great perks with each tier. My Patreon!

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Chapter 1 - The Task, Unmasked

Harry Potter had never run across Daphne Greengrass outside of a classroom. He had no idea what to expect when he approached the girl outside Hagrid’s hut, but an oversized hoodie, jeans, and a messy ponytail was nowhere close to what he had imagined. If he stopped to think about it (which he had, several times that day), nothing about what had transpired throughout the day was something he could have imagined in his wildest dreams. “Hi,” he whispered, tapping the girl on her shoulder. He grunted quietly as she whipped around, her hand moving from the pocket of her hoodie to press her wand against his throat. She relaxed a bit as he moved slightly towards the light flooding out from Hagrid’s window, but made no move to remove her wand. “Don’t sneak up on me next time, Potter,” she said, her grey eyes narrowed. “My- why are you even here?” Probably should have gone with apologetic over hostile, he thought as her eyes narrowed further. She huffed and pulled her wand away from his throat after a minute, stuffing her hand back into the warmth of her hoodie. “Call it professional curiosity. I’ve never seen a dragon in real life before. This could be my only chance.” “You could have seen one during the tasks.” “We don’t know if the tasks will be open to students and other public,” she pointed out. “Why are you waiting outside?” “Professor Hagrid is singing… and talking to himself. It felt rude to interrupt.” Was that a faint blush coating her alabaster cheeks? It was hard to tell in the dim light, but she certainly sounded uncomfortable. Thinking back to Norbert, he could only imagine what had gotten Hagrid so excited. “It's his thing. The more dangerous the creature, the more excited he is,” Harry said with a shrug, walking the short distance to the hut and hammering on the door. He smiled as the singing suddenly stopped, only for the smile to disappear the minute Hagrid opened the door. “Hagrid, what’s that smell?” Harry choked a wave of pity welling up in him for Fang. If his sense of smell was anywhere as good as Sirius’ in animagus form… “Perfume. Ya like it?” “I-” He paused mid-sentence, suddenly at a loss for words as he entered the hut, finally getting a proper chance to study the man. He was wearing what looked to be a bearskin coat, his hair tamed with copious amounts of gel, and his beard parted into small braids. “You look very dapper Professor Hagrid,” Daphne chimed in, having slipped in through the half-ajar door, thankfully pre-empting him from putting his foot in his mouth. “Ya think?” Hagrid beamed, tugging on the lapels of his coat, “The two of you follow me under yer cloak Harry, and don’t make a sound.” “Gotcha,” Harry nodded, pulling out the cloak from his satchel, and moving towards Daphne. “What’s that?” she asked warily, taking a step back. “An invisibility cloak.” “You just happen to have one of those lying around?” “It's a family heirloom.” “You get weirder every minute I know you, Potter. It’ll be cramped if we’re both under it Professor Hagrid. Is it necessary? I’m very good at sneaking around,” she pleaded, turning to the man. Hagrid had returned to stand in front of the mirror, humming quietly as he combed his hair. “Hmm?” he paused, turning to the two of them, “It’s best to be safe Miss Greengrass. I’m breaking the rules and all. And there’ll be someone else too, best not to be seen by them.” Harry frowned. Hagrid had expressly told them not to tell anyone, and while he didn’t know about Daphne, he hadn’t told a single soul with the exception of Hermione. It was a secondary matter that he didn’t really have anyone else to spill the news to, what with Ron still not talking to him. Who was Hagrid bringing along with them? He turned to look at the man, and it suddenly dawned on him. All those glances, the coat, the perfume. He turned to an equally confused Daphne, jerking his thumb at the Beauxbatons carriage which the man was now looking at, and mouthing the word ‘Maxime’. Realization finally dawned on the girl and she sighed, “If you say so, professor.” He wrapped the cloak around himself, holding it up for her to slip in. It was a snug fit, their feet, and ankles not covered by the cloak and visible for the world to see. He doubted it would make much difference in the darkness of the forest. “We’re ready,” Harry called out, waiting for Hagrid to open the door before he slowly walked out, Daphne sticking to his side to ensure no disembodied limbs were visible to prying eyes. He watched Hagrid shut his hut’s door, then walk over to the carriage. “Potter?” “Yes?” He turned from the man to look at Daphne, and her ever enigmatic grey eyes. “If your hand so much as moves an inch, I’ll hex your arm off.” He looked down at his hand, mere millimeters from her leg. “Don’t worry Greengrass. I’m not Nott. Making women uncomfortable is his schtick, not mine.” “Thank you for sharing with me how nice and gentlemanly you are,” Daphne snarked back, “Now walk, they’re moving.” Harry turned back to Hagrid and the tall woman now walking next to him, trying to coordinate his pace with Daphne so the two stayed as far away from the couple while still being able to see them. They followed them into the quiet forest, both of them trying their best not to stumble over exposed roots and rocks. Despite their best efforts, their lack of experience using the cloak together meant the occasional slip-up, but the couple in front of them seemed far too engrossed in their conversation to pay any attention to the quiet grunts or occasional flashes of exposed hands behind them. Hagrid seemed to be leading them to a part of the forest he had never been to before. Considering his previous excursions to the forest had involved interacting with trample happy centaurs and ravenous giant spiders, he was more than happy with the change in direction. “Where is he leading us?” They had been walking for nearly fifteen minutes now, far deeper into the forest than he had ever been, and yet, there seemed to be no indication of their final destination. “I don’t know Potter. The deepest I’ve been in the forest is the unicorn enclosure,” Daphne hissed back. “They’ve stopped.” She grabbed his arm to stop him from walking closer to the couple. Harry’s question died in his throat at the sound of the loud roar piercing the quiet night sky. “Dragon,” Harry breathed after the minute it took him to regain his composure, turning to look at his companion’s ashen face. “Dragon,” Daphne confirmed, “come on, let’s circle around so we can see what’s going on. No point coming this far just to learn what we already knew.” Harry nodded, “we go left, then forward.” He started walking away from Hagrid and Madame Maxime, slowly walking forward until he deemed them to be a safe distance away from the two of them. They walked through the foliage in silence. He nearly stumbled out into the clearing as they pushed through the last bush, only to be saved at the last minute by a hand grabbing his collar, pulling him back into the relative safety of the cloak. “Thanks,” Harry whispered. “No problem.” Daphne nodded towards the clearing. Harry followed her gaze, trying not to groan at the sight in front of him. The clearing was enormous, about twice the size of their Quidditch field, lit by torches interspersed at regular intervals and dominated by four large crates. The clearing was populated with witches and wizards shooting stunning spells in between the bars of the crates, shouting to each other as they tried to communicate over the din of the roars. The occasional jet of flame shooting out from one of the crates forced them all to duck for cover, before they got back up and continued trying to subdue the dragons in the four crates. “Typical of Malfoy senior. Skimp costs wherever you can, pocket the extra money, and leave others to clean up your mess,” Daphne said, sounding angrier than he had ever heard her be. “The law states that any dragon that is being transported has to be adequately sedated and transported in a crate at least twice the size of their body.” The Daphne Greengrass he knew was cold, aloof, and occasionally sarcastic, but he had never seen her display any actual emotion, let alone anger. But then, he thought, this is the first time I’ve ever seen her outside of class. What do I truly know about the girl? “Those crates appear to be barely bigger than the dragons themselves, and they’re very much awake,” Harry said, very much aware that he was pointing out the obvious. “Well, duh, Potter. Why do you think they’re so angry?” Daphne hissed, gritting her teeth as the ground underneath them shook. “One stunned,” she said, sighing as the ground shook for a second time, then a third. “Two, three.” “Just one left,” Harry breathed, turning to the crate closest to them, the one that still held a roaring beast. It took the combined efforts of every single witch and wizard in the clearing to finally stun the beast, the dragon collapsing in their crate with the loudest thud of them all. “Hungarian Horntail,” Daphne whispered, a rather concerning excitement in her voice. She sounded like Hagrid had during the entire Norbert fiasco. Not concerning at all. “I pity the poor champion who has to face that one. The others are going to go through hell, sure, but the one who gets that bad boy is going to wish they were never born.” “Greengrass, that could be me,” Harry hissed, “and while it is helpful to know that my death might be even more gruesome than previously imagined, we still don’t know what the actual task is. We already knew dragons were involved, but we don’t know what I-” “Shh!” Daphne gripped his arm, her long nails harshly digging into his skin. He paused mid-sentence as he noticed the two wizards walking towards where they were crouched, pausing to stand directly in front of them. “Fucking Malfoy,” one of the men grunted, taking a swig from the flask he was holding. “That Welsh Green nearly took one of my hands.” “They’re stunned now, even though it took the better part of the night. That’s all that matters. Snape is brewing the sleeping draught, we’ll mix it in their food when they wake up.” “Why did they need nesting mothers and their eggs anyways? Be much easier to catch and transport younger dragons.” “Apparently the task is to steal something from a dragon nest. Come on, let's get to bed. We need to be up at the crack of dawn to make sure they’re all fed.” Harry let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding once the men had walked away, turning to look at Daphne. “Stealing something from a nest. It’s not the hardest task in the world, right?” “Potter?” Came the quiet response, her face now shrouded in darkness as the torches in the clearing were extinguished by the leaving animal handlers. “Yeah?” “You’re fucked.” Daphne has a mouth on her. You've been warned. If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. My Patrons get access to Exclusive Content and New Stories/Chapters weeks before release, along with other great perks with each tier. My Patreon!

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Chapter 5 - Enter, Daphne Greengrass.

Content Warnings: Fingering, Squirting, Face Fucking, Deep Throating, Cum Play, Teasing. Harry handed the copy of the Daily Prophet to Susan before moving to redo the rope he had untied to allow Hermione to slip inside. He could spy shut curtains on Seamus’ and Ron’s beds and he had no desire for either of them to overhear the conversation they were about to have. Ron was still being a spiteful git and Seamus, well, Seamus had the spectacular gift of not knowing when to keep his mouth shut. The last thing he needed was for Skeeter to write a follow-up article about the ‘threesomes’ he hosted in his dormitory. “What’re you doing here Susan?” Hermione asked. She moved to perch herself on the stool in front of Harry’s dressing vanity, deciding that was a safer bet than the bed given the crinkled bedsheets and Susan’s rather obvious state of undress. “I-I spent the night,” Susan admitted shyly. Harry had climbed onto the bed behind her, and she hissed in pain when he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap. Her ass screamed in protest, the soreness she had woken up with turning into a dull, persistent throbbing. “Still sore?” Harry asked, watching Susan unfold the paper so they could study the article in its entirety. “A little.” “Why does Susan look like she’s been crying?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow. Susan blushed furiously, ducking her head behind the newspaper to hide her face. “I-” How the hell do I explain why I spanked my girlfriend? “I-It was a sex thing. We…uh… we tried something new. Don’t worry, I liked it,” Susan squeaked from behind the paper. “What kind of-” “Hermione, do you really want to know the details of my sex life?” Harry countered, cutting her off. “Well, according to this article, she is very interested in it, Harry. You’re star-crossed lovers after all,” Susan giggled, reading through the bile that Skeeter had printed. Hermione made a sound of protest. “T-that disgusting woman! She made us sound like… Romeo and Juliet! Everyone in my dorms thinks I’m some sad damsel in distress! Lavender and Parvati even offered to help me break up the two of you so I could be with my ‘soulmate’,” Hermione growled. Susan leaned up, looking at Harry quizzically. “Romeo and Juliet are characters from a muggle story, darling. They wanted to be together but their families wouldn’t allow it so they killed themselves,” Harry explained. “But there’s nothing going on between Hermione and me, I swear,” he added, almost as an afterthought. “We are best friends. Nothing more,” Hermione added firmly. “Will never be anything more.” “Oh, I know,” Susan said, sounding far more unbothered about the entire thing than Harry and Hermione. “It will be a cold day in Hell before I believe anything Skeeter prints. You should see the filth she writes about Auntie.” “Half the school believes it,” Hermione said darkly. “You should have seen the stares I got in the Great Hall.” “Half the school lives for sensationalism and drama. A cute, homely Hufflepuff dating the Boy-Who-Lived doesn’t exactly make for great gossip material. Now, this…” She skimmed through the article. “Apparently I used dark and unknown magic to ensnare you, Harry,” Susan snorted. “Not that unknown, Rita. They’re called boobs, and I am happy to report I have a fantastic pair of them, thank you very much.” “Nothing about this article bothers you?” Harry asked, confused. “Well…” Susan paused for dramatic effect, “She did get Cedric’s name wrong,” Susan said, pointing to the small paragraph devoted to the other champions at the very end of the article. “That’s an affront to my house that I will not tolerate.” “Susan.” “Harry,” Susan responded with an impish smile, clearly in a playful mood now that she had gotten over the embarrassment of Hermione discovering them together. She shifted slightly, and he hissed as her sore butt brushed against his morning wood. “She did get a fantastic photo of you,” Susan murmured, her fingers tracing the large photograph that dominated the front page. Photos of none of the other champions, nor the group photo they had taken had been included. “I wonder if she’ll give me a copy so I can frame it and put it on my nightstand. Maybe I can use my dark and evil ways to convince her,” Susan chuckled, folding and tossing the paper to the floor. “How are you so casual about this?” Hermione hissed, acting like her life was over. “Why are you so worked up about this?” Susan leaned into Harry’s chest, turning to look at Hermione. Her cheeks were still a faint pink at being caught by the other girl. “If I were in your position…” “You’d what?” “I’d tell anyone who asked that Skeeter had gotten it wrong-” “That’s what I’ve been doing! Nobody is ready to believe me,” Hermione replied, sounding exasperated. “Let me finish,” Susan said patiently. “You tell them Skeeter got it wrong. You don’t need their help because you’re already dating Harry and me.” Harry’s mouth fell open. He watched his girlfriend with wide eyes, too shocked to say anything. “I-I how… how can we… I mean…” “Seriously Hermione, from what Harry’s told me about his friends, I thought Ron was the one who had antiquated notions of love and sex,” Susan said briskly. “Look, denying this story won’t work. People believe what they want to believe, and what they want to believe is a scandalous story. That-” she pointed to the paper, “is one hell of a scandal. It makes you sound like a damsel in distress, me a dirty, scheming whore, and Harry a clueless boy who is wholly unready for the responsibility and power he is destined for. You don’t beat Skeeter with a lame denial. You beat her by turning the tables. By crafting your own scandalous story. A story that makes us appear powerful instead of pathetic.” Harry’s expression changed from shock to amazement. “What?” Susan whispered, blushing furiously at the look of pure adoration on her boyfriend’s face. “You never fail to surprise me, my devious little mastermind,” Harry whispered, bending to capture her lips. He forgot for a minute that they had company, his hand gently pushing underneath the large shirt she wore. “OI!” “Right, right.” Harry hastily withdrew his hand. “I was raised by Amelia Bones,” Susan said quickly, trying to deflect attention from the fact that she had been seconds away from being undressed and fucked silly in front of Hermione. “Just because the thought of getting into politics when I grow up makes me break out in hives doesn’t mean I’m not good at it.” “I don’t see how bragging that I’m dating Harry is going to help us. People are still going to talk about us. No matter what we do, Skeeter wins,” Hermione muttered, frowning. “We win by refusing to let Skeeter set the narrative. You see, now when people talk about you, you’ll be the ambitious muggleborn who snagged herself a Triwizard Champion and heir to the Potter fortune, I’ll be the girl who saved her family, and Harry will be the political savant who ensured that the power, prestige, and wealth of the Bones and Potter families is protected. When people gossip, they’ll do it with admiration and jealousy, not pity. The exact opposite of what Skeeter wants.” “Okay, who are you and what have you done with my sweet Hufflepuff girlfriend?” Harry asked teasingly, gently tickling her. “Haaaary!” Susan squealed, squirming in his lap. “Are the two of you always this disgustingly romantic?” Hermione asked, sounding faintly amused. “Most of the time. In our defense, we are soulmates,” Harry chuckled, kissing Susan’s forehead. “Funny for her to call Hermione your ‘real’ soulmate in the article. Almost like she has information we don’t, and she’s taunting us with it,” Susan murmured with a frown. “You mean that in the metaphorical sense of the term, right?” “No, I’m being literal Hermione. We are soulmates. Destined to be together,” Harry explained, running a thumb down Susan’s spine. She shivered, deciding they needed to wrap the conversation up. She had some very important business to attend to. “Susie, can you explain what you meant by protecting the Bones and Potter families?” “Remind me to write to Auntie to ask if you can stay with us during the summer so she can teach you the intricacies of Wizengamot politics,” Susan said, biting her lip to stifle a moan as his thumb traveled ever closer to her aching bum. “But for now, a crash course?” Harry nodded. Hermione leaned forward in her stool, eager as always to learn something new. “After the fall of You-Know-Who Malfoy and a few of his cronies came really close to being tossed into Azkaban for their crimes. If Mr. Crouch’s ministerial campaign hadn’t been tanked by the scandal surrounding his son, it might even have happened. Who knows,” Susan said, taking a deep breath before continuing. “But his campaign did tank, and Malfoy saw an opening. He bribed Fudge’s way into the office to protect himself, but then he thought, why stop there? Why not make sure he never had to worry about Azkaban ever again? The Death Eaters had butchered entire families, and nearly one-fifth of the Wizengamot seats were empty.” She looked at Harry and Hermione to make sure they were following her explanation. Both of them were hanging onto every word, completely engrossed by the tale she was spinning. Harry mused that History of Magic would be much more interesting if Susan was the one to teach it instead of Professor Binns. “Right. So, he got Fudge to pass a law that declared that the Wizengamot seat and family wealth of any family that died without an official blood heir would revert back to the Ministry, and the Minister of Magic could give them out to whoever he wanted.” “That whoever being the person Malfoy wanted, of course.” Hermione snorted. “Yep. Malfoy kept the wealth and gave the seats in Wizengamot to people whose loyalty he could rely on. People like Crabbe and Goyle. Auntie and I are the only surviving Bones family members. After us… Well, I refuse to think about it because I’d rather chop off an arm than let mum and dad’s belongings be given to the very people who killed them,” Susan growled in a very uncharacteristic display of anger. “Our child can inherit them. Malfoy won’t get to lay his thieving, grubby hands on anything that belongs to your parents,” Harry said firmly. “That means giving up the Potter seat and fortune to someone like Vincent Crabbe, my love,” Susan pointed out sadly. “You can have two children. One will be a Potter, the other can carry the Bones name,” Hermione suggested. “That’s what was common before the war. Malfoy thought of a way around it. They added a clause to the law to ‘prevent destructive family feuds and protect the Wizarding World by preventing any one person from accumulating too much power’,” Susan explained with a shake of her head. “All our children can either carry the Potter or the Bones name. We can’t divide it between them.” “So we have to make a choice. Give one up.” “Well… not really. You see, Auntie studies laws for a living, and Malfoy forgot to close one loophole,” Susan pointed out with a grin. “There’s no law stopping Harry from marrying me and someone else. It has happened on occasion in the past.” “Someone else can be Mrs. Potter,” Hermione said, as everything finally clicked in place. She gasped as she understood the simple brilliance of Susan’s plan. “Harry, Malfoy’s father has had it out for you since your second year. This explains all his actions. He wants you dead for reasons that are very obvious now.” “This way we kill two pixies with one spell. Get one up on Skeeter, and give ourselves time to find the actual Mrs. Potter.” “Susie… I… How? We’re soulmates,” Harry frowned. How could they add a third person to their relationship? “Harry, in a perfect world, it’d just be the two of us living a happy life away from all this madness. But we don’t live in a perfect world. And I’d rather share your love than have to choose between it and living my life with the knowledge that when I die, the last memories I have of my parents will pass to the children of their murderers. I selfishly wanted to enjoy as much time as I could with you before I brought it up, but Skeeter seems to have it out for my love life…” When he didn’t look convinced, she continued. “I’m not sure how everything will work out, Harry. What I do know for certain is that your heart is big enough to love more than one person. As long as I’m one of those people, I don’t mind sharing it. And we have years to figure it out,” she whispered, kissing his chest. “Besides, Professor Dumbledore always says love is the only thing that increases the more you share it, doesn’t he?” “I… I don’t like it at all, but it’s a solid plan,” Hermione confirmed, getting to her feet. “You guys get breathing space to figure out how to safeguard yourselves and your families, and people will stop looking at me like I’m the sad, wet sock they found at the bottom of their trunk.” “So, you’re okay with being in a fake relationship with us?” Harry asked, turning to his best friend. “Till the gossip dies down, yes. See you two in the Great Hall for breakfast? We need to come up with a plan to make sure this harebrained idea actually works.” “I don’t think so,” Harry murmured. Susan shuddered at the wolfish look in his eyes. “Seriously? The two of you just spent the entire night together.” “It’s not that! I just want to make sure the dormitory is empty so Susan can shower and sneak out without being caught,” Harry protested weakly. “Yeah, right,” Hermione said with a knowing smile. She waited by the curtains for Harry to undo the rope. Harry reluctantly pushed Susan off his lap and onto the bed, quickly letting Hermione out before securing the curtain once more. “So,” he said, turning to Susan, his emerald eyes dark with lust. “So,” Susan whispered. She spread her legs, revealing her tight, wet womanhood. She licked her lips, her eyes fixed on the rapidly growing tent in his pajamas. All thought of politics and dynasties was forgotten as he grabbed her ankles, pulling her towards him. “Does it hurt?” Harry had pushed his palm against her cunt, his index finger gently tracing the puffy lips that guarded her pulsating core. “N-no,” Susan whispered, her breath hitching. “Not like my ass.” “Good.” Harry pulled his hand away, and Susan groaned needily. SMACK. “I… AH!” She screamed, kicking her legs as the now familiar sting spread through her needy core. “P-please,” she begged, bucking her hips, trying her best to grind against his palm. “Please what?” Harry asked, lazily rubbing her pussy. “Pleasehavesexwithme,” Susan mumbled. “What was that?” Harry pushed the tip of his finger inside her tight, wet cunt. Her velvet walls immediately clamped down around the digit, trying to draw it ever deeper inside her. “S-sir… can you… please… sex with me?” Susan wheezed. “Why should I? You’ve been very naughty. Maybe a day spent going to class needy and frustrated is exactly what you need to learn your lesson.” He was making her beg, she realized, her pale blue eyes fluttering open and looking up at her lover beseechingly. He had discovered she enjoyed this kind of gentle humiliation, and Harry had never been shy about playing into what his partner liked. “I…I promise.” “You promise what?” Harry asked, adding a second finger inside her. His thumb traveled to her clit and began to gently massage the sensitive nub, causing a gush of arousal to leak out of her and stain his hand. “T-to be good,” Susan said, her pigtails flying around as she nodded vigorously. “What’re you going to do about your clothes?” Harry asked. “I’ll take it off!” Her hands flew to the shirt that had already ridden up to her breasts, pulling it up her head and tossing it away. Harry chuckled. “I meant the clothes you’ll have to wear after you shower, my silly cum-crazed princess.” Susan flushed. The casual way in which he teased and degraded her had caused another gush of wetness to escape her cunt, coating his fingers and hand with her cum. “Charm… old uniform… to fit,” Susan mumbled, having no more strength for words. “Okay.” Susan groaned pitifully when he pulled his fingers out of her. He bent and picked up her thong, taking a second to study his girlfriend. She was panting like she was in heat, her lips parted as a trickle of drool traced its way down her chin. He made a show of wiping his fingers clean with her thong before gagging her mouth with it. “Phleaseeeeee,” Susan whined, shuddering at the taste of her own tangy arousal. She groaned around her makeshift gag as he roughly stuffed his fingers back inside her cunt. He placed his free hand on her stomach, keeping her pinned in place. “Please what?” Harry continued his teasing, gently caressing the soft skin of her belly. His fingers stayed inside her, immobile, causing her to whine and kick her legs in a futile effort to get him to do something. Anything. “I… cuhm?” she asked hopefully, her mind completely blank. “Maybe.” He loomed over her, and her needy eyes roved over the hint of the taut muscles of his firm chest visible through the neck-hole of his baggy nightshirt. He winked at her, the nail of his thumb gently grazing against her clit. She whined pitifully around her makeshift gag, a tear leaking out of the corner of her eye. Her pussy was positively gushing and his entire hand up to his wrist was stained by her arousal. It dripped down to the stone floor from his arm, forming a small puddle by their feet. Harry began to pump his fingers in and out of her, slowly at first, but quickly speeding up. Susan moaned around her drool and cum stained panties, her hands moving to grip Harry’s shoulders to keep her in place as every savage thrust of his hand rocked her up and down on the bed. “I… love…” She came with a shrill scream, squirting her orgasm all over Harry’s hand. Her cum sprayed all over his arm, drenching it and dripping down to the floor in rivulets. Harry continued to finger her as she rode out her orgasm, grunting softly at the effort it took to push into her clenching pussy. “Love you too, darling,” he whispered, bending over to kiss her sweaty forehead. She was completely limp, feeling as though every bone had disappeared from her body. “Even when you ruin my shirts,” he teased, looking at the cum-stained sleeve of his nightshirt. She gave him a lazy smile, happy to stay in bed in her post-orgasmic bliss and stare at her sexy boyfriend all day. Harry, however, had other plans. He pulled his hand out of her, holding it in front of her face so she could see its condition. It was soaked with her cum, glistening in the dim sunlight that poked through the shut curtains. She leaned forward, pushing her tongue around the gag in a futile effort to lick it clean. Harry chuckled and moved his hand higher, burying it in her hair. He used his hold on her to pull her down to the floor on her knees, making her kneel in her own puddle of cum. “We’re not done yet, Miss Bones.” The cold, authoritative tone he used made her shiver. She pulled the panties from her mouth when she realized he was pulling his pants down his legs, letting them drop into her lap. She obediently kept her mouth open for him as he grabbed her pigtails, using them as handles to guide her swollen, parted lips to his cock. She looked up at him, her tired eyes gleaming playfully as her tongue darted out to capture the trickle of precum leaking out of his tip. Harry groaned quietly as she wrapped her lips around his massive cockhead, hollowing out her cheeks to draw more and more of his thick shaft into the warm embrace of her mouth. “Remember your non-verbal safeword?” Susan arched her right index and middle fingers into a ‘V’, her eyes flying up to his face questioningly. Her question was answered once he didn’t stop when his tip hit the back of her throat, instead using his grip in her hair to push deeper. Susan’s eyes grew wider, her face burying in his crotch as she was made to swallow his imposing length. He was going to fuck her face… for the very first time. Now, do you understand why I asked if you remembered the sign, sweet pea? He’d have asked the question out loud, but Susan was in no state to answer. Her nails sunk into his thighs as she gripped them for support, all while gagging and drooling around his shaft. Harry held her there until she had to use the safeword, pulling her away to give her a minute to breathe before pushing her back down on his cock. Again and again, he repeated it, Susan unable to do much more than moan, choke, and drool around his impressive girth as he pushed and pulled on her pigtails to fuck her face. His cock glistened, covered with a generous coat of her saliva. It leaked out of the corners of her mouth in a steady stream, dripping down her chin, coating her breasts and intermingling with the cum on her thighs and the floor. The thought of him using her so casually as his personal cumdump caused another gush of arousal to seep out of her aching pussy. She lost all track of time as he pistoned in and out of her mouth, simply closing her eyes as she let her lover use her body for his pleasure. She whined quietly when he pulled out of her mouth with a loud ‘PLOP’, her eyes flying open in surprise as a rope of his hot, sticky seed flew out of his cock and splashed across her face. “N-no,” she gasped, angling her face and keeping her mouth wide open. She poked out her tongue, desperate to catch as much of his cum as she could. His seed belonged in her belly, not wasted in her hair or on the floor. “I- MERLIN!” Harry came with a shout, grasping his twitching cock as he shot load after load of his cum on her face and into her mouth. Susan wasn’t quite as successful as she would have liked in her endeavor. While she happily swallowed every drop shot into her mouth, most of it ended up on her face and tits and in her hair, leaving her covered from head to toe in cum, drool, and tears. She didn’t move even when he pulled away, the sudden lack of pressure in her hair a woeful disappointment. She kneeled in the mess they had made, leaning back against the bed and watching Harry as he pulled his pants back up and bustled about his bed, gathering his uniform. “Susie?” “Mhm?” she asked, absentmindedly gathering some of his cum off her tit onto her finger, before popping it into her mouth. She slowly sucked it clean, her mind gloriously blank. “Are you alright?” “I’m happy,” she replied, grinning when he bent to kiss the small part of her forehead that was still miraculously clean. “Good,” he whispered. He undid a rope and slipped out, leaving her in that state. It was the last part of their little roleplay, and she spent the next several minutes gathering his cum into her mouth with her finger, imagining a life where what they’d done wasn’t a special occurrence but just an everyday part of their mornings before he left for work. Soon, she thought, reluctantly forcing herself to get up. She grabbed her wand, quickly cleaning his bed and the space around it before modifying the uniform to make it larger so it actually fit her. She stuffed her ruined panties and Harry’s shirt that she’d worn to bed into her bag, before grabbing his invisibility cloak. She peeked out into the now empty room, scampering across it to the bathroom for a quick shower. Not soon enough, she thought when she emerged from the bathroom, looking longingly at Harry’s empty and cold bed before she wrapped the invisibility cloak around her and slipped out of the dormitory. “That was weird, even by Hagrid’s standards,” Harry murmured as they walked to the Greenhouses. He and Hermione were attracting far more attention than usual, but so far they had stuck to their fake dating story with splendid results. The looks they garnered had shifted from insincere pity and mocking to jealousy and downright admiration as the day progressed. Malfoy in particular had seemed in a rather huffy mood throughout Care of Magical Creatures and had settled on crude insults about Harry’s virility which he had happily ignored. “What’s weird?” Susan asked, running up to slip into Harry’s side. She grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers and giving him a radiant smile. “Are you talking about those strange creatures in the pen behind Professor Hagrid’s hut? What even are those?” “Blast-Ended Skrewts,” Harry answered, slowing down to enjoy the sunny day and the trek up to the Herbology greenhouses. “I’ve never heard of them before.” “You’re not the only one,” Hermione said wryly. Harry took a second to glance at his girlfriend. Her long red hair was back in its customary braid, and her subtle makeup and uniform were immaculate. A stark contrast from how he had left her that morning. He grinned at the memory of her kneeling, covered in a mixture of cum, drool, and tears. “You know, people are going to suspect something is wrong if you only grin like an idiot when you look at Susan, Harry. You’re supposed to be dating both of us,” Hermione teased, playfully elbowing her friend in the chest. Both Harry and Susan blushed at the teasing. “So,” Susan said, clearing her throat, “If it's not those strange creatures, what’s the weird thing you were talking about?” “Skeeter was poking around, talking to Hagrid,” Harry muttered, spotting the blonde exit the castle in the distance. He scowled in her direction, although he doubted she could see his expression from such a distance. “That’s not weird. She probably talked to everyone you’re close to in the castle and twisted everything they told her.” “Every single word,” Hermione confirmed. “He told us she only wanted to know about me and Harry… what our ‘relationship’ was like. Hagrid innocently told her we had a ‘beautiful and special friendship’.” “You are star-crossed lovers after all,” Susan teased, hopping over the exposed root of a tree. Hermione snorted indignantly. “ANYWAYS, that’s not the weird thing. Hagrid asked Harry to accompany him into the Forbidden Forest tonight because he wants to show Harry something important about the tournament.” “Not surprising. They might have announced that teachers can’t intervene or help champions officially, but I know for a fact Professor Sprout has taken to tutoring Cedric every evening,” Susan replied as they passed various greenhouses, trying to find the one that would host their lesson for the day. “The fact that it’s Professor Hagrid does make me wonder though…” she trailed off, deep in thought. “Wonder what?” “Well, what do you get when you combine Professor Hagrid and the Forbidden Forest?” Harry groaned. “Large, vicious creatures who will happily murder me the first chance they get. If the first task has anything to do with Acromantulas, I’m just going to lie down and accept my fate.” “We should start reading up about dangerous magical creatures,” Hermione whispered urgently. Harry suddenly regretted not taking Care of Magical Creatures as seriously as he should have. He had just picked the class to support his friend, not because he had any particular interest in the subject. “We don’t have that much time to spare. The First Task is in two weeks. We need the help of someone who has a lot of knowledge about magical creatures but also…” Susan paused, trying to figure out the best way to frame Hagrid’s irrational love for dangerous magical creatures delicately. “You know, understands the dangers they pose. Someone who will teach Harry how to get past the creature, not the safe way to pet its belly.” They walked to an empty station. Harry ignored Ron glaring at them, instead waving Neville over. He beamed at the invitation, happily running up to join them. “You know anyone who fits that description?” Harry asked, looking at Hermione. She shook her head. “I do,” Susan said softly, “Daphne Greengrass.” All completed chapters of the story will be immediately published on my Patreon. So if you enjoy my writing and want to support it, check me out. Patrons get access to chapters weeks before release, a vote in what ships/ideas/kinks I write in my stories and many more perks. My Patreon!

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Chapter 3 - An Awkward Dinner

Content Warnings: Teasing. [ltr]Ronald Weasley was hungry. An empty stomach and a Weasley did not mix well together, the boy decided, buttering up his third croissant. "Hedwig? Is she okay?" Ron asked, looking up at his best friends, a worried frown on his face.   The three had drifted apart with time, but the redhead still cared about the boy who had been his first friend, and near-constant companion since then. He knew what Hedwig meant to Harry. "Don't... Uh... Don't knock the Nargles out of her. I think she's just tired of being cooped up in her cage. Did you let her out?" Ron asked, coughing to hide his smile at the mention of Nargles. Luna truly was odd, but he loved the Ravenclaw because of her oddities, not despite them. "Yeah. That would be animal cruelty. Don't worry Won-Won, Mione wouldn't ever let Harry do that to Hedwig," Lavender murmured with a small smile, a hand tracing the scar on her cheek, a nervous tic that she had never fully gotten rid of. Things weren't really awkward between the four anymore, not since the Battle of Hogwarts, but she still felt she was intruding on what felt like a sacred bond between the three friends. The feeling made her feel insecure and inadequate, and on particularly petty days the girl was glad that Harry and Hermione had ended up together, despite how disengaged Ron now felt from his friends. Hermione and Harry were happy, and Hermione wasn't interested in Ron anymore. That was all that mattered. "Oh no. Certain pets need whacks at times. They get infested, and nargles are terrible, terrible creatures. They make the pets cranky, disobedient, and otherwise unmanageable. Don't you think so Hermione?" Luna asked, carrying two large platters of salad to the table. "Why are you standing? Lavender was kind enough to help me cook. Sit!" She exclaimed, smiling happily at Hermione, pulling her wand from behind her ear, and pointing at two empty chairs around the table, which sprang to life, dragging themselves away from the table. "The chairs are cushioned. I got them from a bazaar in Turkey while hunting for a Sniggerdumple." She murmured, walking back towards the kitchen, "I'll go get the soup." "I think it's wrong to whack a pet, no matter how disobedient or naughty they've been. Any pet," Hermione declared as haughtily as she could, shooting Harry a look as her dominant made himself comfortable on a chair, waiting for Hermione to sit. Oh. No choice. In a perfect world, she'd spend the night on her stomach, airing out her sore ass, not abusing it further by sitting on what appeared to be a rather hard cushion. The girl was struggling to stay out of subspace, not that her efforts did anything to quell her anxiety after she snarked at Harry. She could see from his smile that he had taken it as a joke, the way it had been intended, but the submissive Hermione was nothing but irrational, and her brain half-expected him to pick her up and take her to an empty room to continue her punishment. She sighed as she collapsed on the chair, her legs suddenly weak. The room was suddenly suffocating, and she was on the verge of zoning out before Harry's hand had found hers, grounding her in reality. He knew what was happening. He was there. The signs of a panic attack were subtle, but considering they both suffered through several of them during the course of a day, they had learned to read the signs and provide comfort to the other person as best they could. "You okay Mione? You look uncomfortable." Ron murmured, diverting his attention away from the steaming bowl of soup that Luna had placed in front of him, looking up at the bushy-haired brunette with a frown. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine Ron. Just a tiring day at work. The goblins were a pain to deal with, nothing extraordinary, really," Hermione replied, giving the redhead a small smile. Bless Ronald. While she often joked about him having the emotional range of a teaspoon, and he could be really insensitive at times, the boy never failed to surprise her. She had expected Harry to pick up on her distress, Ron doing so was a pleasant surprise. "Pumpkin has healing properties, Mione. It'll do you good," Luna said placing the bowl in front of her, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before she moved to fill a bowl for Harry and herself. "They still salty about the fact that we broke into their bank, and then broke out on a dragon? That was truly something," Ron chuckled, his eyes glazing over as he reminisced about their old adventures. He was broken out of his memories by Lavender slapping his shoulder, asking him to finish his soup before it went cold. "He's writing a book about your adventures. Honestly, he spends so much time lost in his memories these days, I keep telling him to buy a pensieve," Lavender teased, smirking at her boyfriend as a red-faced Ron furiously munched on a carrot. "I-I don't know if I will. Or even if I should. It won't be a well-written story," He mumbled, burying his face in the bowl of soup, the tips of his ears dark red, a sure sign that the boy was embarrassed. "You should. I have magical creatures. Harry has Grimmauld Place. You should have a hobby that occupies your time Ronald," Hermione said softly, sighing as she felt Harry's hand on her thigh. The man was encouraging her, he knew as much as she did that Ron needed it. He needed the adulation, the recognition, the praise. That was one reason why he and Lavender had worked out so well. "Have you thought of a name for your first book?" "Well... I thought I'd write six books in total. One for each year that we spent in Hogwarts. 'Harry Potter and the Year My Professor was a Two-Faced Bastard' seemed like a fitting title for the first book." He grinned as the table exploded in laughter, even Luna chiming in with her musical laugh. After nearly five years together, Lavender knew most if not all the adventures the Trio had had throughout their years at Hogwarts, while Luna had been a part of quite a few of them. "Accurate, mate. But a little long. What about Harry and Friends Investigate a Deadly Maze?" Harry asked with a grin, looking at his other best friend. Merlin, he had missed this. He had missed his friend. "Just a working title, something to use while you finish the book," He added, getting to his feet and helping Luna clear the empty bowls from the table, and carrying them back to the kitchen. "Do you have enough salve at home? Hermione seems uncomfortable," Luna asked, gingerly pulling the glazed ham from the oven with Harry's help, and setting it down on the stove. "A hard punishment?" "Not really. It's just been an emotional day for her," Harry sighed, moving to extract plates from the cabinet for all of them. They dined so often at Luna's house that it was now second nature for the boy, and he did it without conscious thought, arranging six plates for Luna to fill with food. An emotional day. Every day seemed to be emotional for the couple, the two heroes of the war still fighting their battles two years after victory. "Five plates Harry. Neville is out with Hannah, remember?" Luna reminded him with a gentle smile, slicing the ham, and sliding the thin slices of the meat into individual plates. "Right. How's that going for him?" Harry asked with a grin, glad that the sixth member of their little friend circle had finally found love and companionship. He often wondered about Luna, but the consensus between him and Hermione was that the girl was far too unconventional and free-spirited to settle for a normal relationship. The boy stepped away from the plates letting Luna prepare their main course. As good a cook as he was (Years living with the Dursleys had finally borne some fruit), Luna was a goddess in the kitchen, and all of them knew better than to interrupt her while she worked her magic. "Oh, he's very happy. Neville says Hannah's the nicest girl he's met after me," Luna murmured, passing him a couple of plates of food to carry to the table. "He also told me her lips taste like honey, but I don’t think he meant to share that with me. He gets very excited whenever we talk about Hannah." Luna murmured, handing him two more plates when he walked back into the kitchen, the girl carrying her own plate to the dining table. The group finished the rest of the dinner in relative silence, the two couples rather engrossed with their partners, while Luna dreamily hummed a tune, simply picking at the food on her plate. The girl barely ate anything, and it had been a regular source of concern for Harry and Hermione. "That was delicious. You outdo yourself every time Luna," Hermione said, reaching out to squeeze Luna's hand, smiling gratefully at her. "Oh, it was nothing really. I enjoy cooking for my friends," Luna said sincerely, smiling at the group as they got up, carrying their own plates and various other dishes to the sink. Knowing the girl, everyone believed the statement. "Nightcap Harry?" Ron asked, depositing the last of the dishes in the sink, turning towards the raven-haired boy with an inquisitive look. "Rain check? I... uhm..." "He needs to go check up on his pet," Luna chimed in, waving her wand and watching the scrubber start to slowly scrub and rinse the dishes. "Merlin. Hedwig must be really knackered for you to be this concerned." Ron murmured, looking at Harry as the boy turned, spying Hermione waiting by the fireplace hopefully. "Uh... Yeah. She's in a mood, Ron. My pet. I just need to take better care of her. See you later?" He asked distractedly, waving at Lavender after a confused Ron had nodded, rapidly making his way towards Hermione. "Cuddles?" He asked softly, slowly looping his arm around the tired girl's waist, pulling her closer. He reached out to grab a handful of floo powder, suddenly wishing the two were back in their warm, familiar bed. "Cuddles," Hermione replied with a firm nod, stepping into the roaring green flames with a sigh. Home, Bed, and Harry. Just what she needed to end the long day. They did not, in fact, cuddle. Miss Granger is in for a long night of delicious torture. If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. My Patrons get access to Exclusive Content and New Stories/Chapters weeks before release, along with other great perks with each tier. My Patreon! [/ltr]

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Chapter 0 - Pretty Little Pet.

Content Warnings: Rough Sex, Pet Play, Stockings, Collars, Lactation, Breeding, Teasing, Threesome. “You might want to sit down for this.” She hadn’t quite known how to bring up the topic she wanted to discuss, or whether it was even wise to bring it up. A wise person would have let sleeping dogs lie, but Lavender Brown had never been a wise person. Her next few words and the reaction of the people in front of her would determine the direction her life would take. It would either be the start of something new and absolutely wonderful, or it would lead to the disintegration of her oldest friendship and leave her more alone than ever. She didn’t know which outcome was more terrifying. “Okay.” The messy-haired man smiled, pulling the chair behind his desk and sitting down on it, his green eyes studying her intently. There is danger hidden in those eyes. They drew her in, calling out to her like a siren song, promising her the world if she let them ensnare her. And here she was, about to willingly walk into the trap. His soulmate, wife, pet, and so much more move to sit on the edge of the desk, before turning to study her best friend. Harry Potter and Parvati Patil made the perfect couple. Will they even have room for me? She’d never know if she didn’t ask. She could see their bemusement at her hesitation, for she was acting quite unlike herself. It didn’t help that they had evidently returned from some Ministry function or another, and the only thing sexier than Harry’s perfectly tailored tuxedo was her best friend in her shimmering blue ballgown, a perfectly shaped leg poking through a tasteful slit in the dress. “Why is this so hard?” she mumbled under her breath. Because, the voice in her head helpfully piped up, we’re going to ask them to keep us as their pet. Not quite the same as playfully pinching his arse, is it? Lavender Brown had happily and willingly steered clear of matters of the heart all her life. But the ache and intense longing in her would no longer be denied. “Lav. Did you cause another international incident you need us to smooth over?” The playful smile on Parvati’s face did something to her. Fuck me, I’m beyond redemption. Best then, to crack on and let them know why she was in their study at five past ten on a Friday instead of getting hammered, fucked, or both. “I haven’t. Not that I know of at least.” “Are you here to drag us to that dreadful club again?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “No. I’m here with a proposition. Well, a request. A request proposition, you can say,” Lavender said, walking over to the drinks globe and pouring herself a glass of firewhiskey. She needed some liquid courage before she could go any further. “We’re all ears darling. Whatever it is, I’m sure neither Harry nor I will say no,” Parvati said reaching out to take his hand. “You might want to hear me out first,” Lavender warned, carrying the glass to the desk. She pulled a chair, flopping down on it. She avoided their eyes, studying the amber liquid inside the crystal as she nursed the glass. Taking another sip, she said, “I have been giving something a great deal of thought for some time now.” “Lav.” “Parv,” Lavender shot back nervously. “The last time you said something similar, you convinced me to fuck Cormac Mclaggen.” “The last time I gave something a great deal of thought, I set you up with your soulmate,” Lavender retorted. “I feel like those two things should cancel each other out.” “Fair point. So what’s your proposal, Lavender?” Harry asked, gently squeezing his wife’s hand. One of their now commonplace signals. It still astounded her that the two were able to have entire conversations in public without anyone noticing. “I want to join you,” Lavender started, raising the glass in her hand and draining the remaining liquid in a single gulp. The burning and the immediate buzz that hit her fortified her courage, and she continued, “Both of you need to promise me not to interrupt me until I finish.” “We promise,” they said in unison before he squeezed her hand again. The blatant show of utter love and devotion for each other was quite nauseating, really. Isn’t that what we’re here to ask for? The voice in her head asked. She was. “I’m lonely. There’s this stupid hole inside me that I keep trying to fill, and no matter what or who I shove in it, it just won’t go away,” Lavender said, taking a deep breath. She leaned back in the chair, finally looking up at her best friends. “The only times I feel whole is when I’m around you two. And the two of you are the only people I trust to help me lead the kind of lifestyle I want, which just strengthens my desire to be with you. I’ve tried everything, literally everything before it came to this, but nothing worked.” She was frantic, trying to convey her desperation in a way that they’d understand, all while convincing herself not to panic at the impassive expressions on their faces. “Look, it's just an idle thought. I know the two of you lead a… different sort of life, so I thought you’d be open to it. Won’t know if I don’t ask, right? But if this is something that weirds you out, we can forget this conversation ever happened and go back to how things were. I’m not ready to lose the two most important people in my life over this.” She looked at them, willing them to say something, anything. The two simply exchanged glances before Harry reached out to take her free hand. “Yes.” “Yes?” Lavender asked, her heart in her throat. Had they misunderstood the question? Did they maybe think she wanted to move in with them like she had the time the pipe in her apartment had burst? “Lav, you won’t be the first time we have a third person in bed with us,” Parvati said with a smile, climbing off the desk. She moved to sit on one of the arms of the chair, pulling her into a hug. “But you will be the first, and only one I’d be willing to share my husband with outside the bed. What’s mine is yours, right poppet?” She asked, using her nickname for Lavender from their school days. “When we came up with that pledge, we had things like lipsticks and the odd dress in mind love, not soulmates,” Lavender whispered, but melted into the hug. Any other time, she’d be amused by the juxtaposition of their dynamics. Every single outsider would have presumed her to be much kinkier than them, but this would be the first time she’d be with more than one person. This would be the first time she’d be shared. The thought of it sent shivers down her spine. “You’re okay with it Harry?” “Lavender, the only person who’s touched my arse more than you is my wife. In my mind, we’re already in some weird quasi-relationship,” Harry joked, his easy smile immediately setting her at ease. She watched him get up from the chair and walk over to the drinks globe, pouring out a glass of firewhiskey for himself and Parvati. “The lifestyle is something we’d have to talk about.” “If it’s something both of us are comfortable with, we’ll happily take part. If only one of us is, then that person will. If neither of us is… is it non-negotiable, poppet?” Parvati asked, gratefully accepting the glass from Harry. “Not really. Its rainbow sprinkles on what is already a nice donut. Great, but not essential,” Lavender murmured, surprised with the ease with which they were taking it all. Never judge a book by its cover, right? Just because they were notoriously reserved in public, didn’t mean they weren’t kinky fucks in bed. And judging by the complete nonchalance with which they treated her desire to join them in bed, they were kinky. She wondered just how kinky. Well, her next request would answer that question as well. “I want to be a pet. The entire lifestyle, not just the cute ears and nicknames.” The idea had intrigued her for a very long time, but the level of power she’d be handing to her potential partner or partners meant it wasn’t something she had let herself indulge in till now. “That’s all?” Harry asked, leaning against the desk, exchanging another look with his wife who gently ran a hand through her hair. Lavender blushed. She had played through every scenario she could think of in her head, but it hadn’t even occurred to her that her friends might be far kinkier than she presumed. The tone of Harry’s voice made it seem like her request was a normal, everyday occurrence for them. And here I am, acting like it’s as big a deal as me asking them for their firstborn. “You’re a pet too, right?” Lavender asked, looking up at her best friend. She could see her day collar dangling from her neck, the thin golden necklace hosting a single golden ring. It was obvious when one who knew them stopped to really think about it and she suddenly felt very foolish for not seeing it sooner. She blushed, turning her face to hide it in Parvati’s arm. “I am collared, but I’m not a pet, no. I’m a full-time brat, and I have the bruises to prove it poppet,” Parvati teased, and from the corner of her eye, she could see her extend her leg. She grinned as she watched it travel up Harry’s leg, pushing between his thighs before it came to rest on his crotch. “Why don’t you take our dearest poppet upstairs husband?” she cooed, “and I will join you two after disconnecting the floo so we’re not disturbed by unwanted visitors during the weekend.” He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of having their best friend in bed with them. It wasn’t the first time a third person would be joining them, but taking a look back at the quiet blonde as he led her up the steps of Grimmauld Place to their bedroom, he had a sneaking suspicion she would be the last. She’d been a part of their relationship from the very beginning, it made sense for them to take the final step and cement her place in it. “You can tell us to stop the minute you have second thoughts,” Harry said, glancing back at the unusually quiet girl again. The fact that the usually bombastic girl had stayed silent the entire walk to the bedroom worried him. Not making a single joke about my ass isn’t quite like her. “I don’t. I mean, I’m not having second thoughts. Just… thinking.” “About?” Harry asked, opening the door and leading her inside. “What’s going to happen I guess? I don’t want to ruin things between us.” “Is that what you’re worried about? Lav, nothing will ruin things between us,” Harry whispered, bending to kiss her cheek. “You’re our best friend, and not even a night of the most horrible sex imaginable will change that,” he said softly, reaching out to cup her cheeks. “Besides, I’m pretty sure my wife has kicked me out of bed on more than one occasion because she wanted to spend time with you, so if there’s anyone who should be worried here, it should be me,” he teased, his emerald eyes twinkling. “Our morning chats are a very important part of the day Harry,” Lavender replied with a small smile, a small measure of her usual attitude returning. “Not matter what happens tonight, or this weekend, I promise you Lav, you’ll always have a place in our life,” Harry whispered, trying to take the small satchel she had kept clutched to her side the entire night. “Uhm, I just need to take something from it,” Lavender said, her cheeks turning a dark shade of red. “What’s in the bag?” He asked, watching curiously as she turned away from him slightly, rummaging inside it. She quickly pulled out a small vial before zipping it shut, but made no move to put it down or hand it over to him. “Things,” she said, her blush deepening. “Things?” He raised an eyebrow. “Look, I knew the two of you were kinky. I just thought it was regular kinky and not ‘your totally bonkers request won’t faze us kinky’.” She sighed, reluctantly pulling off the satchel from her shoulder and handing it to him. “So, on the off chance that the two of you agreed to my request, I thought it best to be prepared. Now, of course, I feel silly, because you probably own everything in that bag. Might even be the tamest things you own.” “We don’t own this particular variety, no,” Harry said, looking into the bag. “Parvati is a kitten through and through.” “Obviously,” Lavender said her hold around the vial in her hand tightening. “What’d you take out?” “I wasn’t quite sure if you’d be comfortable with this, so I was just going to empty it in the sink,” she replied, turning her hand to reveal the small vial on her palm. “Lav. Are you sure?” As regular customers of George’s more ‘adult’ offshoot of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, he knew exactly what the green potion was. “How- At this point I shouldn’t be surprised you know what this is, should I?” “No,” Harry replied with a chuckle, “you shouldn’t. I’m not uncomfortable with it if you want to go that far, Lav.” “What about Parv?” “What about me?” “Lav wants to know if you’d be comfortable with her using this,” Harry answered, holding up the vial in his hand. “She wants to be our pet, doesn’t she, husband dearest?” Parvati took the vial from his hand, uncorking it and pushing it against Lavender’s lips. “It would be unfair to deny her the whole experience.” Lavender looked at him with big blue eyes, then turned to look at her best friend before nodding. She emptied the contents of the small bottle with a gulp. “I can’t believe I just did that,” she whispered. “Don’t worry love,” Parvati whispered, bending to kiss her cheek. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable, then I’ll join you, alright?” “Mhm,” Lavender whispered, still sounding dazed. Parvati squeezed Lavender’s hand, before handing the vial back to him and leaving with a kiss on his cheek. “You’ll be okay,” Harry whispered, letting the bag in his hand drop to the floor. It had to be a daunting prospect, taking that particular potion. He was beginning to realize why she had turned to them to fulfill this particular fantasy of hers. “George doesn’t let any of his products enter the market if they’re not completely safe. The Petplay Experience Potion is no different, although I admit he could come up with a better name.” He took a step closer, wrapping his arms around the shaking girl. “That’s not why I’m scared…” “I know poppet,” he whispered, using Parvati’s nickname for her. He wrapped his arms around her, watching as she melted into his chest. She’d be their poppet, he decided, their pretty little pet. There was none of the usual hesitation and awkwardness that usually accompanied the addition of a partner to their bedroom. Lavender meshed perfectly with his wife and himself, almost like she belonged in their arms. “You’ll be the perfect little cow for Daddy and Parv,” he whispered, glancing down at the white and black patterned stockings that had spilled out from her bag. He kissed her head, holding her against his chest as her breathing slowed. “It’s not too late to back out though. We’ll understand,” he whispered, running his hand reassuringly through her silky blonde hair. His cock twitched. She looked adorable in pigtails. “Make me your pretty little cow, sir,” she responded, and he stepped back, nodding at her. He decided against waiting for Parvati, knowing she’d join them in due time. He knew she liked him to have the first crack at their partners, to break down their inhibitions, not that he presumed that would be much of a problem in this case. Not if the potion worked the way George advertised it. He took Lavender’s hand, leading her to the bed. His other hand traveled to her back, pushing her down on the bed gently, but firmly. His wife was a brat and a masochist. His pet, he sensed, had different needs and desires, and would need a gentler hand. Not too gentle, he thought, smacking her perfectly shaped round butt. The girl groaned quietly as the smack echoed around the room. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she stopped quivering, his actions only speeding up the effect of the potion in pulling her down into pet space. He dragged the bag closer with his foot, a hand staying on her back to keep her pinned to the bed. There was no response from her as he unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down her legs. The slight pink on her pale cheeks was the only reminder that their session had already started, and he smacked her right cheek again, watching in satisfaction as it jiggled, his pet crying out quietly, her hand reaching back to massage her pink rump. She’d be nonverbal soon if she wasn’t already, and he decided to waste no time. He had to get her ready before his wife joined him in taking care of their best friend. She’s not just my best friend anymore, he mused, pulling the purple thong down her legs. He made her step out of her clothes, tossing them to one corner of the room. She wouldn’t need them for the rest of the weekend. His hand traveled to her hair, grabbing a fistful of it and using it to pull her off the bed. She grunted as she crashed against his firm chest, looking up at him with big eyes. “Are you alright, princess?” he asked, and smiled when she nodded. “Good. Don’t fight that current sweetie, or you’ll drown. I promise you, if you let it, it’s going to take you to a wonderful place,” he whispered, making her raise her arms, pulling the gray hoodie free from her body. The garment joined the rest of her clothes. He unbuttoned her blouse, enraptured by her breasts as more and more of the milky skin was revealed. She had skipped a bra, and Harry had to restrain himself from starting to play with her perfectly shaped, round breasts. “Aren’t you my pretty little cow,” he whispered, unable to help himself. His hand grabbed her left tit, fingers digging into her soft flesh, eliciting an embarrassed ‘moo’ from Lavender. “That’s right,” he murmured, bending down to pick the bag up and place it on the bed. The stockings were the first thing he helped put on her, quickly pulling them up her legs. The headband with the tiny horns and black and white patterned ears came next, nestled securely on her head and helping hold her blonde hair in check. He turned her so she faced him, retrieving the fake septal ring from the bag. He removed it from its packaging, pushing the ends in either nostril, a hand holding her head in place to stop her from squirming. The ends magically fixed themselves, and would just as easily be removed, making the toy perfect for something like the weekend they were about to have. “That store is a wonder, isn’t it? Parv and I sometimes spend hours browsing everything on offer,” he teased, grinning when she dutifully nodded. The collar was next, a lacy black piece with a bell that suited his new pet perfectly. Lavender Brown had perfect fashion sense, be it in ballgowns or pet play chic. He wrapped it around her slender neck, the bell ringing quietly as the collar was locked in place. He could see her shoulders slump as the last vestiges of tension fled her body. The collar was a reminder. She was claimed. She would be looked after. Her best friends would look after her. She knelt of her own accord, hands locked behind her arms and eyes cast to the floor, the very picture of perfect sub etiquette. “No tail?” Harry asked, watching her shake her head without looking up. “Good,” Parvati said, leaning against the doorway, as naked as the day she was born. She was holding the huge black dildo he had gifted her on their anniversary in her hand. “Tails just get in the way.” She sauntered over to them, a hand lazily scratching Lavender’s head between the floppy ears as she leaned up to kiss her husband. “You’re the best husband in the world, Mr. Potter. It’s a month to my birthday, and here you are, with the perfect present already,” she whispered against his lips, her grin matching his own smile. “You like?” “I love,” Parvati replied, keeping her hand in Lavender’s hair as she circled her best friend, eyeing her much in the same way a cat would her new toy. Lavender maintained her position throughout it all, only looking up when she bent, hooking a finger under her chin, making her tilt her head up to look at her new mistress. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she daddy?” Parvati asked, tapping her cheek with a finger. “Open,” she ordered, pushing the dildo inside her mouth when her command was obeyed. She pushed the huge toy in as far as Lavender could comfortably take it, stopping when she started to gag. “Angelic,” Harry replied, grabbing Parvati’s long black hair and pulling her up for a rough kiss. “And so are you, my love.”  She moaned into his lips, her nimble fingers quickly undoing the button of his jeans and pushing them as far down his legs as she could. “No need-” her hand slipped into his boxers, “for the flattery.” Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, pulling his rapidly hardening cock out. He sighed as the pressure on it eased. “I’ll let you take first dibs,” she teased, leaning up to whisper in his ear, her breath hot on his skin. “Take?” Harry raised an eyebrow. “Offer,” Parvati corrected with an impish smile. Her hand was still wrapped around his cock, and she started to pump slowly, coaxing it to grow to its full length. She pulled away soon after, turning to look at Lavender, who had not moved an inch the entire duration of their conversation. “Amazing,” Parvati whispered, watching her best friend drool around the large toy stuffed in her mouth. “It’s the potion.” “Oh no, she is a very good cow. The potion just brought out what was hidden for all these years, didn’t it, pet?” Parvati asked, pulling the dildo free from her mouth. Lavender only blushed and nodded, mooing quietly. “See?” Parvati grinned, turning to look up at her husband. “Be nice to have some obedience in this house.” He moved to stand next to Parvati, a finger hooking under Lavender’s collar to pull her up on her feet. “You’d be bored with me within a day if I stopped being bratty,” Parvati shot back, squealing at the hard smack to her ass her words elicited. “At the risk of sounding impertinent daddy,” she gasped, pressing her legs together, “aren’t we supposed to be concentrating on our new pet tonight?” “You’re right. She had been a little neglected, hadn’t she?” He let go of Parvati, reaching out to pull Lavender closer to him. “But she doesn’t mind. Look at her, all aroused and not a cock in her,” Harry asked, pushing the tiny blonde’s legs apart. She tried in vain to push her legs together to hide the gleaming trickle of wetness making its way down her thighs, only pausing in her efforts when Parvati pinched a stiff pink nipple, twisting it harshly. Lavender mewled softly and gave up, submitting to the wishes of her new masters. Parvati smiled, gently squeezing Lavender’s breast. She pulled her hand away, popping her finger in her mouth to taste the single drop of milk her pinch had elicited. “Delicious,” she whispered, bending to kiss her cheek, grinning at her deepening blush. She grabbed the magically enchanted dildo, pushing it into the socket of the strap-on belt she had around her waist. “We’re going to work on your gag reflex poppet,” she said, sauntering over to the bed, her slender hips swaying with every step. She climbed onto the large bed, pushing herself up to the very top, her back against the headboard and her legs spread. The large, hyperrealistic dildo rose up like a spear, glistening in the dim light of the room from the saliva coated on it from its time in Lavender’s mouth. Harry tore his eyes away from the little display his wife had put on, turning to Lavender, only to see that she had her eyes fixated on her best friend as well. Her mouth was open as she panted, the trickle down her legs had turned into a gush that coated his fingers. He pulled his hand away from her thighs, ignoring the disappointed bleat his action elicited. “Patience, pet,” Harry murmured, taking her hand and leading her to the bed. He pushed her down on the bed, on her hands and knees, watching as Parvati grabbed her pigtails and pulled her closer to the dildo. She mooed softly, turning her pleading eyes towards Harry, a desperate wiggle of her ass letting him know the potion had consumed her mind and was overloading her senses. “The first time is always hard poppet,” Parvati whispered, tugging on her pigtails to make Lavender turn back towards her, gently pushing her down on the huge cock strapped to her. Lavender obediently obliged, her lips stretching around the massive girth as she was pushed down on it. “You better fuck her hard and fast daddy. She looks like she’ll explode if she doesn’t get bred within the next five minutes,” Parvati smirked, ignoring the gagging sounds as the tip of the dildo hit the back of Lavender’s throat, instead pushing her further down its length. Harry didn’t need any more encouragement. His cock was already throbbing, rock hard at the sight in front of him. The bed creaked as he climbed on it, his hands grabbing Lavender’s wide hips for leverage. If his wife was made to be a kitten, there was no doubt that his new pet was the perfect cow. Her hourglass-shaped body, buxom chest, and wide hips meshed flawlessly with her kink. A hand snaked around her waist, his fingertips gently brushing against her clit, causing the girl to moan around the cock in her mouth. Parvati gasped, the strap-on enchanted to transmit every sensation and feeling much like a real cock would. “I-keep going daddy,” she pleaded, her hands shifting to the back of Lavender’s head, firmly pushing her down the last few inches of the dildo. She held her there as Lavender gagged, pulling her away from the dildo only when she saw Harry guide his tip towards her wet cunt, ready to impale the girl. A thin strand of drool still connected Lavender’s lips to the dildo as she looked up at her best friend with wide eyes, the very picture of slutty innocence. Her gasp for breath was interrupted by the man behind her pushing his thick shaft inside her with a single brutal thrust. Lavender moaned, and Parvati took advantage of it by pushing her back down on the glistening black dildo. Lavender was now pinned between her two lovers in a spit roast, her moaning muffled as Parvati timed every thrust by her husband by pushing her down on the dildo. Still, she dutifully sucked, swirling her tongue around the thick shaft, only faltering when Harry gave her clit the occasional pinch. Harry dug his fingers into the alabaster skin of her hip, leaving marks that would surely turn to bruises come morning. “You need to be bred, don’t you, little cow?” He grunted, thrusting inside her tight cunt with a punishing pace, the only sounds in the room being that of skin slapping skin, Lavender’s loud moans, and Parvati’s quieter ones. She was close, the way she quivered under him made that clear. He renewed his assault on her clit, massaging and flicking it with his thumb in time with his thrusts. Parvati, however, was the first to go, her hands falling off Lavender’s head as she collapsed back to the headboard, mewling as the shock of the orgasm coursed through her body. Lavender kept sucking dutifully, trying her best to swallow the realistic cum that was now filling her mouth. Her mind was blank, big blue eyes looking up at her best friend and lover as she writhed in ecstasy. Harry reached out, grabbing her pigtails, pulling her off the dildo and up against his firm chest so Parvati had a clear view of both their climaxes. A hand moved to her heavy breast while the other continued to toy with her clit, and he peppered her shoulder with kisses as he continued to thrust roughly inside her. Lavender came within minutes, squirting all over his cock, coating both their thighs with her arousal. She was a complete mess, with cum leaking out of the corner of her mouth, dripping down to her breasts, and mingling with the milk leaking out of her breasts. Her tightness and the way her velvet walls clamped down around his shaft relentlessly trying to milk him of his precious seed proved far too much for his self-control to handle. He thrust inside her one last time, cumming in her with a roar. Lavender was a dazed mess, panting softly as she was pulled off his shaft, instinctively turning her fluid-coated body into his chest, nuzzling into him. Harry simply locked his eyes with his exhausted wife and smiled, knowing they were both coming to the same conclusion. Their relationship had just gotten much more interesting. Epilogue: There is something to be said about a night of quality sex, Parvati mused as she made her way down to the kitchen. While the night before hadn’t been the longest session she’d had with her husband by far, it had been one of the best, and the singular reason was her best friend. Now lover and pet too. The thought made her giddy with excitement. She’d woken up to an empty bed, sore, tired, but supremely satisfied. Dressed only in one of Harry’s shirts she walked down to their kitchen, presuming that her partners had decided on an early start to the day. They had, just not in the way she had imagined. “Not on the kitchen table, please! I’m hungry and I need to eat,” she teased, grinning at the sight of her husband lazily fucking the naked blonde bent over the oak table. Harry turned and smiled, before returning to his task with a wink. Lavender simply turned to look at her, the apologetic look on her face interrupted by a moan as Harry thrust deep inside her. Parvati made her way around the couple, grabbing a bowl and pouring her favorite cereal into it. Instead of making her way to the fridge, she walked over to stand next to Lavender, turning her red face so she could look at her best friend. “You don’t mind, do you, cow? You’re already leaking all over my table, be a shame to waste it,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss Harry’s cheek when he helpfully pulled her up away from the table, giving her easier access to her chest. Parvati bent, licking the milky drop hanging from one of her teats, rolling it around on her tongue. “Delicious,” she pronounced, winking at her husband. She held the bowl under her chest, starting to slowly milk one of her breasts, Lavender’s moans now mixed with quiet mooing. “So,” Parvati said through a mouthful of cereal, having pulled the bowl away once it was full. “We’re keeping her around, aren’t we?” “Are we, poppet?” Harry asked, continuing his lazy thrusting. Lavender could only nod, but as she would reflect once the effects of the potion had worn off, it had been very enthusiastic nodding indeed. 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Chapter 2 - The Hallway

Content Warnings: Semi-Public. They entered the ballroom together with pink faces and sheepish smiles, drawing several curious glances and one satisfied smirk. Parvati smiled nervously as they walked past Lavender, only to receive a wink in response. Parvati suspected even Lavender hadn’t expected her plan to succeed this easily, and if she was being honest, she was surprised by the turn the night had taken. When he’d accompanied her to the bathroom, she’d expected the night to end in a polite kiss and perhaps an offer to take her out on a date. Instead, she’d decided to push her luck and refused his offer to use a spell to dry and scourgify her dress, claiming it would ruin the fabric (which was true), and that she was done for the night anyways (which wasn’t). Their little tryst in the stall had left her wanting more than ever for the man to bend her over any flat surface he could find and rail her till her soul left her body. Yet, despite the growing frustration after they’d exited the stall not long after the person had left and entirely soon in her opinion, she realized that they had been inches from being caught, and ending up on the front page of the Daily Prophet with her tits out wasn’t exactly the best way to start the new academic term. So, she had accepted his offer to keep his blazer, picking it off the sink and pulling it on, trying not to smile like an absolute idiot when he took her hand and led her out of the bathroom. She expected him to pull away, or at least let go when they reached the main hall, but he simply continued to walk with her around the edge of the dance floor, either blind or impervious to the looks they were generating. She knew what the implications of what they looked like were, well aware of the fact that despite the sad lack of tits and railing, they’d still end up on the front page of the next edition of the Daily Prophet. “Here,” she whispered as they walked out of the hall and into the quiet hallway, moving to take off his blazer. “Keep it. It’s cold outside and you’re wet.” You have no fucking clue how right you are Mr. Potter. He’d hadn’t let go of her hand, still running distracted circles on her palm with his thumb. He didn’t seem to want to let her go, and yet, appeared unable to ask her to stay. The shyness made him even more endearing. “Want a private tour of the castle before you start? A lot’s changed since you were last there.” “I’d love to.” Lavender Brown, I love you. They walked in silence down the hallway, Parvati moving closer and resting her head against his shoulder. “Did you keep Professor Trewlaney’s attic?” he asked, pressing the button to call the lift. “I did,” she replied, “Got rid of all the blankets and the fireplace. Changed it quite a bit-” Her voice trailed off as she froze in horror at the sight of the couple inside the lift. She allowed Harry to pull her out of the way, smiling nervously at Ginny Weasley and Dean Thomas. The man looked as dapper as ever in his tuxedo and bow tie, but the woman on his arm was, for lack of a better description, drop-dead gorgeous. Her emerald ballgown fit her like a glove, accentuating her slender figure and fiery hair. The plunging neckline teased and drew attention without being too revealing. Fuck. “Hey, Harry.” What was that look on her face? Confusion? Anger? Relief? Why did she look relieved? “I’ll uh-I’ll wait for you inside the hall.” Smart move, Dean Thomas. Ginny Weasley’s explosive outbursts were legendary. At least the Daily Prophet would have a great story for their front page. “Finally asked her out, did ya, you big goof?” She grinned, punching Harry’s free arm. “I-” the man stammered, his face completely pink. Finally? “I’m happy for you two. Treat her right Potter. Bring her to the Burrow for Christmas dinner!” She turned to look at her, “You’ll love it. It’s a madhouse.” “He didn’t ask me out.” Great work, Parvati. You meet your date’s infinitely more gorgeous ex-wife, the voice in her head snarked, and that’s the first thing you think to say? “How-” Ginny glanced at their interlocked hands, then at Parvati’s head still on Harry’s shoulder. “She asked you out,” she surmised with a chuckle, “Merlin, Potter, stare longingly and pine after a girl for three years and she has to make the first move. Men,” she rolled her eyes, directing the last word at Parvati who chuckled nervously in response. “Anyways, you two have a good night. Harry, don’t be too shy. Parvati, I hope the Divination classroom still has those pillows lying around.” With one last chuckle, she slipped around the two of them, and Parvati was left wondering about the strange relationship Harry Potter had with his ex-wife. “Uhm- I- What-” She turned to look up at him, his face redder than she thought was physically possible. “Ginny and I still care about each other very much. Our divorce was mutual and amicable. We just realized very early on in our marriage that there was no real love or chemistry.” “Why stay married for three years?” Why pine after me for those same three years with no hint, indication, or action? “We didn’t want to break her mother’s heart. After George, it really seemed like she could do with every bit of happiness she could hold on to. After a while, we just grew comfortable with our arrangement.” She nodded, trying to digest his words as the lift carried them up to the atrium. “Why break it off?” she asked as they walked out into the deserted atrium, the golden statues glowing dimly in the darkness. “We realized we were both holding each other back from what we truly wanted.” “Which was Dean Thomas and-” “You,” Harry finished her sentence. “Three years is a long time not to say anything,” she said softly, pausing by the fireplaces. She had no intention of going anywhere until he had clarified things. “I’m an idiot.” “Guess some things never change.” She chuckled before her face grew serious. “What do you really want? With me? This?” She pulled away, placing a finger on his chest, her dark eyes flashing a warning, “And I suggest you take your ex-wife’s advice and not beat around the bush, Mr. Potter.” “Do you remember the party we had in the ruins of the Great Hall? A month after… everything?” Everything. After the burials, the goodbyes, and the physical healing. She doubted any of them had healed mentally even now, three years after the war. “Hagrid got drunk and flipped the teacher’s table? Yeah, I remember.” It was a good memory. She just didn’t understand why he was bringing it up. “Lavender was just sitting in a corner, and you refused to leave her side. I don’t know how, but you managed to convince her to dance with you. The two of you were in the middle of the floor, dancing like nobody was watching, and I just-” “Just what?” “Wanted you. Wanted to dance with you. I don't know, it’s hard to explain. I thought it was just some random thing, that it’d pass. I was with Ginny, thinking about you that way was wrong, but it didn’t pass.” “What do you like about me?” Merlin, she wished she had a camera to photograph the gobsmacked expression on his face. Didn’t expect that question, did you? “Your tenacity. The way you always look out for your best friend-” “That’s a two-way street,” she cut in. “I gathered. The way you look after all your students. Neville can’t stop talking about how every student in the castle loves you. How your door is open for every lost soul looking for answers. Your eyes-” “My eyes?” She took a step closer to him. “Your eyes. I feel like if I look into them long enough, I’ll lose myself forever. Your smile. Your hair. There’s uh… there’s a lot I like about you.” “Feels good now that it's out in the open, doesn’t it?” she whispered, leaning up, getting as close to his ear as she could. “Now that we’ve all understood the importance of frankness Mr. Potter, do you want to tell me what you want to do to me?” His hands were back on her, fingers digging into her slender waist. She had to admit, it felt nice. More than nice. It felt natural. He was pulling her closer, and she gave in, her head back against his chest. His hand was in her hair, pulling her ebony tresses from their elaborate hairdo. She could feel his heartbeat speed up as he cleared his throat, and she was quite certain the bulge she could feel pressing into her leg was not his wand. She closed her eyes, enjoying the effect she was having on him, waiting for his answer. The ball was in his court, and she let Fate take the reigns. “I want to-” He cleared his throat again. “I want to peel off this soiled dress. I want to pin you down, take you, claim you, and ravish you. I want to make you scream my name,” he finished, his voice husky. “Do you want me to be your perfect little kitten?” She moved her hand to his crotch, grinning at the surprised groan it elicited. “I-how-Yes.” “Then, Mr. Potter, you should take me back to Hogwarts-” She was tugging on the fly of his trousers, pulling it down. She slipped her hand inside his pants and gently grabbed his cock, grinning into his chest when he groaned. “Before a reporter catches me polishing your wand right here in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic.” Chapter 3 is going to be a banger. If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. My Patrons get access to Exclusive Content and New Stories/Chapters weeks before release, along with other great perks with each tier. My Patreon!

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Chapter 1 - The Ballroom

Content Warnings: Teasing, Semi-Public. There was something about Harry Potter, Parvati mused, leaning against the counter, watching the newly minted professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts from the corner of her eyes. She usually wasn’t one for social events anymore, but Lavender had convinced her (as she often did), and Parvati Patil had left her attic and traded in her tea leaves for a sweeping white ballgown. “You know him?” the young man mixing her drink asked, obvious awe in his voice. Parvati spared him a glance, he was barely twenty. No wonder he knew only of the myth, and not the man himself. “We studied together,” Parvati replied, accepting the offered drink and downing it in a single gulp. She needed the liquid courage for what she was about to do. “He owes me something.” She set the glass back down on the counter before searching the crowd for her best friend. She finally located the blonde next to the Christmas tree, flirting with the French Ambassador. Good. Satisfied, she sauntered over to the original target of her attention, pushing through the small crowd surrounding the hassled man. “Mr. Potter?” Her smoky eyes narrowed as she held up a hand for him, “I do believe you owe me a dance.” The look of surprise on the man’s face was instantly replaced by one of relief as he took her hand, allowing her to lead him onto the dance floor. “Thank you,” he murmured, his free hand snaking around her waist as he pulled her closer. “My motive for that wasn’t exactly altruistic. You do owe me a dance.” She smiled, surprised by the ease with which he guided her around the dance floor. Gone was the hesitation, the awkwardness; the reluctance that had consumed him in their youth. She wondered if it was age or his tryst with Weasley that had brought forth this maturity. Shame that they hadn’t lasted. However, if Lavender was to be believed, their tastes hadn’t exactly been compatible. “Do I?” His voice was deeper, more melodious. If teenage Parvati had desired to lay claim to the legend of Harry Potter, adult Parvati very much wanted the man he had grown up to be. Wanted him to push her up against a wall, to- “Parvati?” “Hmm?” “I owe you a dance?” “Mhm. Yule Ball. Fourth year.” “You still remember that?” The fact that the man sounded genuinely apologetic filled her with a strange sense of satisfaction. “You dumped me after a single dance and the Beauxbatons guy I tried to pick up afterward puked on my dress. Not the kind of night-” She let him dip her, trying her best not to lose her train of thought as she was pulled back up against his deliciously firm chest, ‘-a girl forgets.” “I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” We find an empty bathroom, you bend me down over the sink, a hand in my hair and the other traveling up my- “It’s the Yule again.” She cleared her throat, trying to banish the images of being pulled up against his chest as he slammed into her from her mind. “A dance and a drink stronger than butterbeer seem like a good start.” She pulled away from him as the song petered out, curtsying. Ignoring the expectant look the man next to them was giving her, she grabbed his arm, pulling him off the dance floor and back towards the bar. “What’s your poison of choice?” He had been surprisingly amenable to the idea of exiting the dance floor, and she suspected the shy, sensitive soul that disliked being the center of attention was still hidden somewhere under the new confident exterior. Not that she minded. The relative seclusion of the bar suited her just fine. “Firewhiskey, on the rocks.” “Two firewhiskies, on the rocks,” he ordered, smiling at the bartender, who stood there frozen, his eyes wide. He was only broken out of his trance by Lavender leaning against the counter next to her and asking for a glass of Champagne with her most flirtatious smile. “Uhm-right, right away,” he mumbled, turning around to prepare their drinks. “Still got it,” she whispered, winking at Parvati before turning to Harry, “Hey Harry!” “Hey, Lavender. How’s the bookstore?” “Doing well. I expect to see more of you in Hogsmeade now that you have the job. Perhaps in the company of our delightful professor of Divination?” She turned back to look at Parvati, her eyes sparkling with mischief, only to be met by a glare. Best friend or not, woman, if you- “Thanks love.” The bartender interrupted the trio with their drinks before any secrets could be spilled. Lavender grabbed her glass of Champagne as Parvati turned to Harry with an apologetic look on her face. How long had it been since he and Ginny had broken up? A year? Pursuing the man she wanted, consequences be damned, was Lavender’s style, not hers. “Lav just meant I- Lavender!” Parvati shrieked as she felt something wet splash against her bare back, before traveling down, leaving sticky trails on her skin as it soaked the bottom of her white dress. “Oops. Sorry.” She did not sound sorry at all. In fact, her voice sounded suspiciously gleeful. “Impossible to walk around in these new heels I bought yesterday. I keep tripping!” She pushed a stray lock of blonde hair out of her face, looking down at Parvati’s ass. Parvati followed her and Harry’s gaze, realizing the Champagne had completely soaked her dress and now very little was left to imagination. “You better go dry yourself Parv. While that is one delectable ass,” Lavender winked at a now pink Hary, “I doubt you want to flash half the Ministry. Harry, be a gentleman and lend her your blazer and wand. She won’t be able to clean that all by herself.” “Lav-” “I’d stick around and help, but look! The ambassador is waiting and I’ll be damned if I lose him to one of those vultures circling around him.” With a wave, she sauntered back to the dance floor and her date for the night. “I’m sorry about Lav,” Parvati mumbled, busying herself with grabbing tissues from the box on the sink to avoid having to look up at the man behind her. “You know, she could have just asked us to get a room.” “You mean you-” “Noticed her rather transparent ploy? Yes.” “Sorry.” “You don’t see me complaining.” What the fuck did that even mean? Was he just being nice? Did he mean he didn’t mind the current situation they were in? “Uhm-you aren’t?” she croaked, frozen in place as he grabbed the tissues from her hand, their bodies dangerously close to each other as he leaned forward. “This night is about me earning forgiveness for everything that went wrong on our original Yule date, isn’t it? If I remember correctly, the boy you danced with spilled-” “Puked,” she corrected. “Puked on your dress, and I had my head stuck so far up my own ass that I wasn’t around to help you clean up,” he said, pulling back after having wet the tissues. “Lavender is giving me an opportunity to make amends.” “That she is.” She tried not to shiver as a gentle hand ran the wet tissue down her bare back, biting her lower lip to avoid making a sound. She wondered how far he planned to take his amends. She had had every intention of maneuvering the boy under mistletoe that night for a snog. Was he amenable to making amends for ruining that particular plan of hers as well? How the fuck are you going to find mistletoe in a bathroom, woman? She closed her eyes, telling the annoying voice in her head to shut up. His hand was on her shoulder, pulling her closer as he cleaned her back, and she could feel his breathing grow heavier as his hands (and eyes) traveled down her back. What was it that Lavender liked to say? Still got it, the voice in her head reminded her helpfully. Their flirtation came to an abrupt halt with the sound of footsteps approaching the bathroom door, the girl fully expecting Harry to pull away from her. Instead, she had to press a hand against her mouth to muffle her surprised yelp as he pulled her into one of the stalls, shutting the door behind her and leaving them confined together in an impossibly small place. No escape now. Her back was pressed against the door, hands on his chest. She smiled nervously as she looked up into his gorgeous emerald eyes, only for him to wink and place a finger on his lips. She nodded, praying the person outside couldn’t hear her heartbeat. She was certain Harry could. Why had he pulled her in with him? He could just as easily disillusioned himself or hidden in a stall alone. The tea leaves had portended a monumental change in her life that month. But Fate (and Lavender), could only get her so far. She had to take the final step herself. She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. A wreath of mistletoe appeared over their bodies with a quiet pop and she congratulated herself on a job well done. “Look Mr. Potter, mistletoe,” she whispered taking advantage of the person outside running the tap. She hoped the sound of water was enough to muffle their whispering, but at that point, she was beyond caring even if it didn’t. “Mistletoe in a bathroom stall? I could have sworn it wasn’t there a minute ago,” he whispered back, looking up at the new addition to the stall. Was he moving closer to her? He was moving closer to her, eliminating the minuscule distance left between them. “Fate, if I had to guess.” “Does fate have a plan for the person outside?” “I bet Fate doesn’t care,” she breathed, tilting her head up to look at him, glad that her heels reduced their height disparity to a manageable level. “And if she had to guess, she’d guess Mr. Potter doesn’t care either.” The water was still running, and Parvati silently thanked her stars for making sure the person had not entered the stall next to theirs. “Now why would fate guess that?” He was pressed against her, their noses touching, and Parvati had to remind herself to breathe. “A little birdie might have told Fate that Mr. Potter liked people watching him give petite black-haired women bruised bottoms.” “And what does fate think about that?” The water was still running. A part of her mind wondered who needed to wash their hands for that long and why, but most of her brain had decided to concentrate on the two hypnotic green eyes peering down at her. “She isn’t quite sold on the idea of people watching, but she thinks the rest of it sounds lovely-” She was cut off as his lips pressed against hers, and she gave in, pressing her body against his, not caring to stop the soft moan that escaped her lips. The small part of her that was still aware of things other than the taste of his lips realized he had grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands over her head and pinning them against the door with one of his own. More. She wanted more. It was almost as if he had read her mind, his free hand moving to her breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh as their tongues dueled for dominance. She had no idea how long they stayed like that, entwined in a kiss long overdue, but in the fight between her desire for him and her need to breathe, breathing finally won and she pulled away with a gasp. She let her head fall back against the door, looking up at him with a sheepish smile. “Am I forgiven?” “It’s a start.” Lavender Brown slipped out of the bathroom with a smirk, her mission accomplished. This one will be another one of my longer stories, with plenty of sexual tension and delicious erotica! If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. My Patrons get access to Exclusive Content and New Stories/Chapters weeks before release, along with other great perks with each tier. My Patreon!

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Chapter 0 - Love in Two Cups

“I’m telling you, Din. We’re lucky those gelatinous jerks only wanted our clothes that day!” Hanzo the ruddy-hued Hobgoblin polishes off his mug of ale before slamming it down on the table before him, content his point has been made to his drinking buddy, a taut little tan-skinned Dwarf whose face is chased in near as many scars as his. “And I’m tellin’ you, Hanz, if you’da looked at me twice after you would’ve wished they’d been kind enough to take your flesh too, you read me? I can leave you in a sorrier state than a pile o’ bones, don’t you forget it!” Dinera brings her empty mug down beside his as they glare across the table at each other for two beats before they both burst out into ale-addled laughter. “Barkeep, another round here!”, she calls, as they both take a chance to breathe while they await their fresh libations.  As his laughter falls away, Hanzo’s eye’s focus off into distant nothing, beyond the walls of the small tavern. It was a look Dinera recognized well, having caught herself drifting off to the same place often these past several years. No good memory comes without dredging a painful past up in its wake. “It’s still hard to accept we’re all that makes it to this table every year.”, he finally mutters, snapping his gaze back to reality only to cast it down toward the receding foam rimming his mug. The mood shifted, Dinera takes an uncharacteristically small swig while looking her former comrade over, entirely unsure what to say. “Hey, Din.”, he interjects suddenly, raising his eyes to catch her staring. “How come you never made a move, back when… you know, the company was still together?” The doughty Dwarf scoffs in surprise at his sudden change of tact, bringing her mug up to her face to disguise a rising blush. “What do you mean, ‘how come I never’? What makes you think I would?” Hanzo's eyes widen, he looks a bit taken aback. “You had a thing for me, didn’t you?” Dinera slams her mug back down, alcohol and embarrassment both flushing her cheeks bright orange. “Is that what you think, you… you miserable sod!” She turns away, letting her outburst hang in the air. “I… I did, but… it was never the right time, not on duty, not with knowing how smug you’d be if I…” She is silenced by Hanzo reaching a hand across the table to steady her mug, she hadn’t even realized it was quaking her hands. To think a few ales would have this much effect on her, she laments, cursing her foolishness internally. “I… have a room upstairs. And I’d rather not be alone tonight, of all nights. If you maybe feel the same…?” Dinera looks back at him, examining his war-weathered features for any hint of that imagined smugness, a reason for her to say no, an excuse to run away to a deeper cup. She doesn’t find any. “Pay the tab before I change my mind, you idiot.” Hanzo smiles, the expression awkward on a face used to dour gruffness. “Yes ma’am.” Later, the two find themselves seated on the edge of a simple inn bed, barely large enough to hold a single sleeping Human. The silence is loud and heavy, reminding each of the quiet before a looming battle and setting an equal unease in the pits of their stomachs as their hips press warm against each other's. For all the years he'd known this woman, Hanzo is acutely aware she may sit beside him for eternity without making the first move. He’s a man who survived an assassination attempt on his very life, he tells himself, the least he can do is touch her now that she’s so close. He lifts his arm tentatively, awkwardly prising it from between them to hover it over the Dwarf’s shoulder. She reaches up to take his hand, pulling his arm down across her neck in a sign of silent approval, goading him to twist his body and bring his other hand to her waist, turning him into him. Their breath is hot and heavy in their faces, filling the space between them with the faint whiff of ale. “We haven’t been this close since we pulled that night-long stakeout duty, do you remember?”, he mutters, his voice low enough to reach a growl. Dinera presses an unsteady finger to his lips before tracing it down his chin and holding it there. “Enough with the war stories, soldier. Just kiss me.” He complies, closing his eyes as his lips find hers. His tongue explores the ridges of her teeth on its way to entwine with her own as the two of them let their mouths communicate a longing and lust they were unable to find the words for. Their bodies press closer and closer as their embrace tightens and soon their hands begin to explore, tugging at clothing, groping at curves, caressing muscular limbs. Dinera’s fingers brush up against the bulge now straining in Hanzo’s lap, sending a crackle of electricity across his nerves. “Is it okay if I…?”, she murmurs into his open mouth, getting an affirmative grunt from the Hobgoblin in response.  With a focused vigor bordering on tunnel vision, Dinera breaks away from the embrace to work at the belt of Hanzo’s breeches, fumbling somewhat through the haze of alcohol and arousal as he attempts to assist by lifting his hips. At last the Dwarf frees his cock, the turgid member springing forth like a weapon ready for battle. “Wow, you’re... bigger than I imagined, Hanz.”, she lets slip, eyeing the throbbing shaft before and the dewey drop of precum perched atop. “So you were imagining it, huh?”, he chuckles softly, trying to break through the feeling of being so exposed before his companion. Dinera reaches out and gives him a playfully firm squeeze, surprising herself with just how firm and hot the real thing is in her hand. “Ow!”, he exclaims in mock indignation, before the two share a chuckle and fall back into each other’s arms. A new fervent focus slowly replaces the awkward energy between them as they continue to cuddle and kiss, now with the addition of Dinera’s hand sliding up and down the length of Hanzo’s throbbing, vein-chased shaft. Heavy breathing turns into a staccato series of pants from him as his cock discovers new pleasures in the hand of a woman he truly cares for, has always cared for, and not some back-alley handjob purchased to distract himself from a life he hasn’t found much worth in since his company’s disbandment all those years ago. Her spit finds her palm, her palm finds the sensitive spot just beneath his swollen head, and he gasps as she polishes his member with the same delicate Dwarven attention that race would pay a precious stone. Hanzo, however, did not wait all this time to merely receive. He had so much he wanted to give, to drive into the soul of his comrade-in-arms, and with her so close he could not wait any longer. “Bend over, Din.”, he gasps, extricating himself from her embrace and standing up as he makes to remove his clothes. “Bend over?!”, she exclaims with some indignation, pouting. “I’m not one of your whores, Hanzo.” He ignores her jab as he gets to work on taking off her top, something she has no protest to. “I thought you were putting pride aside for tonight, Dinera.”  She catches her reflex to throw another barb back at him as she eyes his toned body up and down, the massive member twitching at stiff attention between his legs drawing her gaze no matter how much she strives to hide her desire for it. Finally, she gives a huff and a shrug, letting her short legs fall to the floorboards and turning about to bend over the frame of the bed and present herself to him. She gives a silent prayer that he can’t see how furious her blush has risen across her face - does he even know this will be her first time? Her only time, or the first of many? Tonight is not the night for such thoughts of the future, she decides, much as they seek to dispel thoughts of the past. The Dwarf’s shapely rear end is as lovely as he remembers checking it out on the march, during patrol, or around the barracks back when they served, a welcome sight that sends a fresh dribble of precum running down the underside of his shaft as he hooks his fingers beneath her waistband and pulls her trousers and underclothes around her ankles in one swoop, exposing her fully at last. Her hairy cunt glistens with shameless arousal, inviting him to take hold of his cock and guide it to her entrance, the tip pressing in, spreading her with ease as she stifles a moan into the thin sheets. He sinks into the moist heat of her, filling her completely as the sensation washes over every inch of him. “Are you okay? Can I…?”, he questions, already pushed to the limit of his self-control. A small squirm, a slight nod, a quiet mewl, all the signal he needs to take hold of her by the hips and begin taking her in earnest from behind. He draws himself in and out with slow strokes at first, reading her body like a battlefield as he focuses on finding where her defenses are weakest, where and when he gets the strongest response from her as he explores his way through every speed and angle of attack. When she tightens around him with all the strength of her muscular core and her moans break through her resistance, he holds that course and fucks her deeper and deeper into the cheap mattress as his grunts mingle with her cries to chorus with the wet slapping of flesh against desperate flesh. Dinera’s body had been accustomed to all manner of hardship, exertion, and extreme, but nothing could have prepared for the overwhelming sensation of being so utterly taken by a lover. Her existence became focused solely on Hanzo, herself, and the great bulge of his cock inside of her, linking them together, radiating sore pleasure throughout her petite frame as its thick inches slide across her clenching folds again and again. She feels a weight behind her, a pressure inside, as the Hobgoblin leans across her sweat-streaked back, burying himself to the hilt as his desperate hands brush past her ribs to grope roughly at her chest hanging beneath her. Calloused fingers find stiff nipples, pinching and pulling at the sensitive nubs and he continues to fuck away at her from behind with animal intensity, causing her moans to rise higher in the chorus and almost drown out his heavy breathing brought close and hot against her ear. With a slight turn of her head, a refocusing of her eyes, Dinera finds Hanzo’s face beside hers with an expression so unlike the man she knew. He was unguarded, exposed to her, and with the sudden clarity of renewed embarrassment she realized she must look much the same. She chooses to attack rather than retreat, craning her neck further for her lips to find purchase on any part of him, his face, his forearm, his fingers. The two of them rock together like this, propelled by Hanzo’s hips, the motion causing the cheap bed to creak with every stroke. Hanzo’s laden balls swing low in rhythm with his thrusts, slapping against Dinera’s sodden thighs with a pleasant sting each time her drives into her until they begin to pull tight against his body as the pressure mounting at the base of his slick, sloppy cock builds and threatens to burst. “Din, Din, I’m going to- I’m gonna cum!” His words come out as a hiss in her ear, barely registered by the smaller Dwarf as she bites down her lip and squeezes her eyes shut in anticipation of her own orgasm soon to come. At his limit, Hanzo throws himself back off of her, grabbing her hips again as if for dear life as he grunts out a staccato series of thrusts, his straining balls pumping thick ropes of cum inside of her each time until his pearly seed spills out in heavy gobs. Dinera cries out as he fills her up, her legs quivering and quaking as her contractions rock her pussy in rhythm with his pulsing cock, her body milking every last pent-up drop of his until the bed’s frame and the floor below are a mess of their admixed fluids. Utterly spent, Hanzo collapses beside her, catching his breath as his cock twitches still between his legs. “That was… haah, wow. You really should have said something sooner.”, he manages to pant, turning to brush some of Dinera’s sweat-matted hair away from her forehead. She clamps her legs together, still riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm, too fuzzy-headed to find the proper rebuttal. Instead, she punches him weakly in the chest, eliciting a muffled “oof!” from the Hobgoblin before she rolls over to press her back into his body. “Just shut up and hold me, you old Hob. We’ll figure this out in the morning.” Hanzo obliges, shifting the two of them properly onto the tiny bed with an honest, contented smile. “Yes ma’am.”, he replies, snuffing out the light.

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Chapter 5 - A Cold Start

Content Warnings: Food Play (Whipped Cream), Breast Play, Nipple Play, Teasing, BJ/Deepthroating. Hermione Granger had decided a long time ago that her boyfriend's best features were his vivid green eyes. They were gorgeous, expressive, and seemed to provide a window straight into his soul. She still maintained his eyes were beautiful, but if asked to choose his best feature now, she'd be hard pressed to pick them over his lips. For they were fire, they were love, they were everything she could have ever wished for. "Pleash..." she mumbled, a deep-seated need to be loved and cherished being awoken within her as Harry's rough, chapped lips grazed against her skin. In all her years at Hogwarts, nobody had expected her to get this type of attention from other students. Was she so broken that she craved the most superficial of validations? Perhaps everyone wanted the things that they never had. Lavender had once told her that she craved to have people looking at her as more than just another pretty blonde, and Hermione- Well, Hermione had days when all she wanted was for Harry to treat her like a pretty princess. Being deprived of sight, hearing, and voice was wonderful for meditating on one's thoughts she mused, whimpering as Harry's tongue started to sloppily clean up the cool material he had dumped on her breasts. This was the most exquisite of tortures and the man was intent on drawing it out till his submissive reached her breaking point. After a year together he could read her body well but still kept an eye on her hands, knowing he'd need to stop the moment she felt she could take no more. He paused, teeth poised to clamp down on her stiff pink teat when he spied the girl raising her arms, only for her to thread her fingers through his unruly hair desperately pushing him down into her bosom as she mewled. Smirking, Harry set to work, his teeth clamping down on the nipple, the hex he had used on her amplifying the sting and driving all coherent thought from her mind. A shrill scream escaped the girl's lips as her nipple devolved into nothing more than a flash point of red-hot pain and yet when Harry pulled away to look at the girl, he could only see a lazy smile adorning her face. She was floating, floating away in the sea that was subspace, unburdened by thought or worry. Her hands mindlessly pushed his face down on her other breast. It still needed to be cleaned and she craved the pain, the pleasure, and everything else Harry thought fit to give her. He pulled away to let the girl settle down, well aware that her competitive streak had translated itself into the bedroom, and the girl wouldn't ask him to stop. Not until she was past her breaking point and couldn't physically tolerate it anymore, and Harry had no intention of pushing her that far tonight. They really needed a non-verbal way for her to ask him to slow down, he realized as he picked up his wand, reversing the Muffliato with one lazy flick. "You okay kitten?" Harry asked softly, relieved but not surprised when the girl nodded rapidly. There was a time when he'd spend the entire night overthinking every action of his, unable to believe he'd hurt her as he had. But he knew she wanted it, she wanted him, all of him. The good, the bad, and the painful. "Need me to slow down?" he asked, laughing as her cheeks got even redder, the girl shaking her head shyly. Hermione Granger was not good at communicating her desires. Harry Potter was very good at reading them. If he had to guess, she didn't want him to slow down, and she certainly didn't want him to stop, but she wanted him to take his time, to let her savor every sensation. His lips, his teeth, and his tongue. And so, he took his time, lazily running his tongue over her other breast, his cock twitching with every whimper and moan. He continued licking even after he had cleaned off all the whipped cream, only pausing as he felt her shake under him, heralding the onset of another earth-shattering orgasm. The second of the night for her, certainly nothing new. That was their usual when they made love, and the man had pushed her up to five the time they had tried overstimulation. She could certainly handle three, especially since he planned to have her sleep in and rest the next day. "Do you want to cum for me princess?" Harry asked, his smile growing when the flush on her cheeks deepened. She loved it when he called her princess, and he saved it for special occasions. Usually for when she had been especially good, or for when he was feeling particularly loving. "Pleash?" she asked softly, ignoring the tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. It wasn't a demand. It was a request, and Hermione was extremely happy with how she sounded. Tonight, she was nothing more than Harry Potter's submissive, and like everything else in her life, she planned to be perfect at that. "Of course," Harry whispered, his hand caressing her cheek for but a second before it made its way down between her thighs, a lone finger pushing between her slit. "Cum for me. Cum for me my perfect little goddess." He whispered, pumping the finger in and out of her for a minute before he pulled out in favor of rubbing her clit, his teeth clamping down on her other nipple. Pain. Pleasure. Pain and pleasure. Through the haziness of it all, Hermione realized he had called her with a pet name he had never used before. His goddess. She was nowhere close to being a goddess, but then, she wasn't a slut either. But she was his slut, and with the moment of clarity that came only at the height of pleasure, she realized she could be his goddess as well. She would be his everything. She moaned softly as the man kept rubbing her clit, letting her ride out her orgasm even as he pulled away from her breasts. Just as well, the small, minuscule part of her that was still capable of rational thought told her. Her nipples felt like they were on fire, and she wasn't sure how much more she could take. If he had continued, she simply would have sucked it up and taken it like a good girl, for she refused to use the safe sign and let Harry stop the session before she got him off. She really needed to talk to him about coming up with a way for her to non-verbally convey the need for him to slow down. "Galleon for your thoughts?" Harry asked with an amused smile, gently pulling the drool-soaked snitch out of her mouth, returning two out of her three senses to normalcy. Only Hermione Granger could be capable of both enjoying an orgasm and thinking coherently, he thought as he pulled the blindfold away from her eyes. "If I'm your goddess does that mean you're not going to look at any other girl, ever?" Hermione asked, her voice raspy. She blinked a few times in rapid succession, getting used to the normal light of their bedroom before she looked up at him with big brown eyes, hoping he wouldn't realize what she had been really thinking. She didn't need another lecture on the importance of the safe word and when to use it, not when she could see his cock pushing through his pants, practically begging for her attention. "You know, since that would upset me, and upsetting your patron goddess is never a good idea," she added with a cheeky grin. "Is that so?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrow at the sudden change in her demeanor from submissive to bratty. The new pet name seemed to have awakened something within her, and Harry knew they would end the night in a very different mood than the one they had started with. "I do declare. Harry James Potter, you will make your goddess very cross if you look at another girl," she said as she pretended to be upset at the fact that he hadn't outright accepted her demand. She crossed her arms over her chest after he had pulled her up into a sitting position. The movement had the slight complication of making her hands brush against her still stiff nipples, and the girl yelped, dropping her arms to her side and looking up sheepishly as her dominant laughed at her predicament. "For someone who calls me their goddess, you're very mean to me, Harry Potter," she said with a pout, trying to ignore the flutter in her chest as the man lifted her up with ease, setting her down on the floor next to the ottoman before kneeling in front of her. "I will never ever look at another girl little one. I can't make any guarantees about Ronald though. I definitely think there's a connection there and I should explore it someday," Harry whispered, his eyes twinkling. First, whipped cream, and now banter? He truly was in a playful mood, and Hermione realized she was suddenly in the mood to give back as good as she got. “If you do that, you'll make your goddess very sad and very lonely. She'll have to find solace in the arms of another lonely soul," she said, continuing quickly before her love took the wrong meaning from her statement, "perhaps sir, you'd like to come home to your goddess on Lavender's knee," She finished sweetly, giving him her biggest, most innocent smile. The cheeky little bastard that was the flip side of her submissive nature had awoken, and she wanted to play. "I-uh..." Harry mumbled, his cheeks bypassing pink and red and shooting straight to scarlet as images of Hermione and Lavender snogging decided to drive out everything else in his mind. They did share a dormitory for seven years. Did they? No. She had to be teasing him. "You can be a cheeky brat at times, you know?" Harry mumbled after a few seconds of complete silence where he had tried to suppress all sorts of raunchy images popping up and Hermione tried her best not to giggle. That she decided, would be pushing it too far. "I'd punish you for that if it didn't turn me on so goddamned much." He grunted, pushing his lips against hers as if to show her just who it was she needed to be snogging. An arm wound around to her back to support the girl as he pressed into her, their lips locked in a fierce kiss, her tongue dueling his for dominance. He liked this nature of hers, although he'd never actually tell her that. Good dominants didn't actively encourage their submissive to be brats, however much it might turn them on. And it turned him on. A lot. "Was your tongue really what you wanted to shove into my mouth, Mr. Potter?" Hermione asked, gasping for breath as she pulled away from their heated kiss, tilting her head back to allow him access to her slender neck and creamy skin. She groaned as his teeth brushed her still sensitive skin, claiming her the way he usually liked to do. The girl at the shop had been very surprised at the amount of foundation Hermione seemed to go through, and she had finally broken down and told her that no, her boyfriend wasn't abusing her, it was quite the opposite. Her boyfriend loved her very much, but she was a lawyer and she couldn't very well go to work covered in hickeys, could she? The girl had simply grinned at her, and now kept a bottle ready the moment she saw Hermione pop into the shop. "N-not fair." Hermione gasped; her eyes fluttering shut as she struggled to keep her hands by her sides. She was playful, and she liked being playful, but she'd never be disobedient. Harry hadn't told her she could move her hands, and until he did, she was supposed to keep them by her side whenever he made her kneel. "Why is this not fair little one?" Harry asked, chuckling quietly as he licked the rapidly blooming bruise in the crook of her neck. "I should... I should be marking you. The stupid girls stare at you, not me," she said grumpily, her mind flashing back to their trips to Diagon Alley, Quidditch Games, or any possible location that had even a single magical female. At times even muggle women stared, all of them apparently deciding the absence of a ring on his hand meant he was fair game. It made Hermione feel decidedly violent. "Then why don't you mark me?" Harry asked as he pulled away from her, his voice calm and expression inscrutable. "I-I can?" Hermione asked, blinking at him in confusion. Could she? She had never given him a hickey in their six months of experimenting with their new lifestyle. Scratches on his back? Sure. A hickey? Never. Could she? Was this a test? Even if it was, she decided to go right ahead and give him one. He'd understand. It was Harry. He had to understand why she wanted to do this. "Of course, little one. It goes both ways you know? You are mine, and I am yours. I will never ever look at another woman till the time you'll have me, but if you feel better covering me with hickeys, mark away," Harry said, giving her a fond smile. "I want to. I don't like it when they stare at you. I know you don't do anything to solicit those stares, let alone encourage them, but I still don't like it," she mumbled, trying to ignore how petty she sounded. Was it petty? Probably. Did she care? Not in the slightest. "I know. So, come here. Give me a hickey and claim me as yours, you cheeky goddess," Harry whispered, pulling her onto his lap. He groaned as she brushed against the bulge in his crotch, eliciting a giggle from the submissive. "We need to do something about that before it explodes and ruins a perfectly good pair of jeans sir," she whispered as she leaned into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent and trying to commit it to memory. "In a second. This first," he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut as she placed a gentle kiss to his pulse point, the throbbing increasing under her soft lips. "I've never given anyone a hickey." She admitted softly, her pride unable to admit what she really thought. What if she did something wrong? What if he didn't like it? "It's okay kitten. Just do what I do. You'll be okay," Harry murmured, his arms winding around her back partly to support her and partly to prevent her from pulling away from him. She needed this, and he was more than happy to give it to her. Hermione gave him a small nod; glad her face was hidden in his neck and he couldn't see the worried expression on her face. Even though she had been slowly warming up to the idea of spontaneity, she really didn't do anything spontaneously. She liked to read, research and practice before she tried anything new, but she didn't want to wait a week to claim him. She wanted it now. So, she wrapped her lips around his warm skin, gently sucking on it. She smirked as the man groaned when she sunk her teeth into his skin, his arms quivering for once. She continued to kiss and suck, her smile only growing with every little sound he made, every twitch of his cock under her helping her realize just how much he was enjoying it. She was fighting air, and the air was winning. Reluctantly, she pulled away to breathe, observing the mark she had left on his tanned skin. If he wore a t-shirt, and he usually did, the mark would be visible to everyone. "You're not allowed to cover it up. You don't have a boss. Meaning you don't have to act all professional and decorous. Thus, you're not allowed to cover it up," she muttered, grinning at him triumphantly as she pushed herself off his lap, pulling her hands behind her back and looking up at him as he stood. "I'm not?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow as he undid his belt, tossing the leather onto the bed. His jeans were next and the man pulled them and his boxers down to his ankles. He breathed a sigh of relief as his shaft sprung free, unable to stop himself from chuckling as it smacked his submissive's cheek. "Well, Mr. Potter, if you plan to act in so rude a manner with me, I do think I would like something in return," Hermione whispered, her brown eyes big and innocent as she looked up at him. She wasn't feeling particularly innocent at that very moment, but Harry had spent all night making her very happy. It was only fair to return the favor. "Rudely?" Harry asked, gently grabbing his shaft and starting to pump, letting it grow to its full size, which admittedly didn't take long. "I don't think I've been very rude." "My face is a mess. My breasts are a mess. I'm a mess, sir. And now you're going to have your submissive wrap her pretty little mouth around your big fat cock as you shove it down her throat. I think that's plenty rude, don't you?" she asked, even as she stuck her tongue out for him, ready to receive his tip as he guided himself closer to her open mouth. "Would you like me to stop Miss Granger?" Harry asked softly, his tip centimeters from the tip of her tongue. "I never said I didn't like it when you were rude to me Mr. Potter," Hermione whispered before she opened her mouth for him once more, keeping her eyes trained on his and her arms locked behind her back. He didn't like her using her hands during a blowjob. It was one of the few acts where he liked complete control, with little to no input from her. She groaned as he pushed inch after inch of his cock into her mouth, reminding herself to relax her muscles and breathe through her nose. Her gag reflex wasn't so bad when she actively reminded herself to relax, but she still hadn't gotten the hang of it. The cheeky voice in her brain reminded her to ask Harry if they could practice more. "F-fuck." Harry groaned as her lips wrapped around his tip, the warm cavern of her mouth welcoming his shaft without any resistance. He saw the corners of her lips curl up into a smile, and he knew she was enjoying this. She liked to see the effect she had on him, and had encouraged him to let loose on many occasions. Which he did. Often, and despite his best intentions to control himself. "You're a very naughty goddess Miss Granger," Harry whispered, a hand pushing itself through her hair, using her head to push her down on his cock. If Hermione was in any condition to speak, she'd have reminded him that he liked it when she was naughty. But she wasn't, considering her mouth and tongue were otherwise occupied and the girl could barely breathe, so she was content with looking up at him and enjoying the sight of the control he had so carefully built up crumble in seconds, the man giving into his base urges. Harry, while mentally completely capable of speech, realized his tongue would not cooperate as his words were lost in a loud groan when the girl suddenly and very enthusiastically started to suck on his cock, swirling her tongue around the shaft as best she could. He gave up, pushing his other hand into her hair before he pushed her down on his shaft further, his hands shaking as he felt her nose bury itself in his crotch. He was her dominant, yet at that very moment, she held all the power and Hermione loved it. She drooled around his shaft as he pushed the last inch of its length inside her, the girl unable to breathe anymore. The first few times she had tried to deepthroat him, she had panicked at the very real possibility of choking, but as the trust grew, the panic subsided. They learned her limits, and she knew that while she'd take a risk and push past them on occasion, Harry never would. She kept her eyes trained on him even as his closed, her mind slipping back into the haze of subspace brought on by oxygen deprivation. No more witty quips or cheeky retorts. Just a desire to make her dominant happy, to give him the same pleasure he had given her. He pulled her away, pulling out of her throat and most of her mouth, letting her gasp for air for a few seconds before he pushed down again. In and out, in and out. Just enough oxygen to keep her conscious and comfortable, nothing more. She gasped and drooled and sucked, grinning when the man moaned as her teeth grazed against his sensitive skin. He hated it when she did that to his tip, loved it everywhere else. A distinction she had made sure to remember. "F-fuck. Close... Was aroused since the spanking," Harry mumbled, unable to believe how quickly she had brought him to the edge. He usually had more self-control, but it was rapidly slipping away from him and not even the image of Snape scowling at him could bring it back. He bunched up her hair in his fists, using his grip to face-fuck her to the best of his ability. He groaned as he opened his eyes, finding that her warm, brown ones were still locked onto his face, silently encouraging him to cum, to lose that last bit of control he was holding onto and give her his seed. He stubbornly held out for a few more strokes, pulling her away from his cock only to ram it back down her throat, letting the girl drool and gag around his length as she tried to keep sucking. Ignoring the urge to shut his eyes, he finally gave in as the tension in his stomach became too much to bear, coming inside the girl's mouth with a loud groan. The girl dutifully held still, letting the seed dribble out of her mouth as she swallowed to the best of her ability. It was messy. Harry liked messy, so she didn't particularly care. She sighed as he pulled out of her, knowing he liked to finish on her face. Her previous cheeky grin returned as she felt dollops of the warm liquid splatter on her nose and cheeks, a few ending up on her forehead and hair. "You owe me a shower, Mr. Potter," Hermione murmured, swallowing the last of the cum in her mouth. "And a glass of water. You okay?" Harry asked softly, looking down at the mess he had made. Her face was a mosaic of tears, remaining make-up, and his cum, and yet the girl had a huge cheshire grin on her face that helped allayed the twinge of guilt he had after every session. She had liked it. By the look on her face, she had liked it very much. "I am sore, my throat is raw and I'm sticky everywhere," Hermione admitted, maintaining her position till he helped her up. Rules. They weren't for just when it was convenient. "But there is nowhere else I'd rather be at this very moment. I love you." "And there's no one else I'd rather have sharing this with me than you," Harry murmured, reaching out with a hand and helping her to her feet. I love you too. Things are heating up! Or are they cooling down?  If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. My Patrons get access to Exclusive Content and New Stories/Chapters weeks before release, along with other great perks with each tier. My Patreon!

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Chapter 4 - Magical Nights

Content Warnings: Teasing, Gags, Lingerie, Ice, Food Play, Sensory Deprivation.  "Ron and Lavender seemed happy," Hermione murmured as she scrubbed her cheeks with a cotton swab, looking at her boyfriend through the mirror. As per his rules (she honestly didn't mind, a set schedule kept her from going haywire), the girl had to change the moment she got home. It was as much a physical task as a mental one, with the woman dropping her work-related stress and worries along with the clothes. Harry had worked on the dresser for months, and he joked the mirror was a portion from Erised, for he saw her in it every night. She still recalled the thick blush that had coated her cheeks the first time he had made the joke. Being someone's greatest desire felt like high praise to the girl indeed. "Do you think Ron should do it? Write books on our adventures?" she continued, wiping her lips clean with the swab before tossing it into the dustbin. She had applied make-up for the first time at fourteen, for the Yule Ball. The terrible direction the night had taken had ensured she hadn't used it again for two... three years? It had been a traumatic few years for the girl. She was attacked for being smart, and then for being beautiful. At least that was what it had felt like. She knew now that Ron had done what he did out of jealousy, and that the boy could be incredibly petty at times. But to her, at that moment, it made her feel unappreciated and utterly alone. It had wrecked her confidence, and the girl had resisted all attempts by Lavender, Parvati, and even Ginny to give her a makeover. She had finally relented to Ginny's badgering the night before her first date with Harry, submitting to her demands and agreeing to use lipstick and mascara, and taming her bushy hair into a slightly manageable hairdo. She could still vividly recall Harry's reaction as she descended the staircase… Gryffindor Girl's Dormitory, 6th Year: "I agreed to the make-up, and to you fiddling around with my hair. I did not agree to this!" Hermione said, glaring at the redhead sitting on her bed. The girl was holding up the clothes Ginny had pushed into the bathroom for her. "What's wrong with those clothes Hermione?" Ginny asked lazily, not lifting her eyes from the Quidditch supplies catalog, not even to react when her friend grumpily tossed the garments towards her. "I-I, well-" "I'm not asking you to step down those stairs wearing lingerie Hermione. It's a nice skirt and a very simple blouse." "The skirt is too short!" "No sweetie. It's high-waisted and ends up just above your knees. So, the boy will see some leg. The scandal." Ginny chuckled, tossing the skirt back at the brunette. "I thought it was us Purebloods stuck in the past. Don't worry. The boy seeing your knees and ankles won't cause an uproar," she teased, an impish smile on her face. "I know, it's just-" "You're not used to feeling pretty? You don't think you can take it if Harry doesn't notice? Or maybe you think he won't like it," Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes," she answered, suddenly sounding very small as she moved to sit on the stool in front of the dresser. The girl's words were bringing out all of the insecurities she had successfully buried for nearly two years, and it only served to drive her anxiety through the roof. "The two of you are acting like you're going on a blind date with someone you've never met before. Ron told me Harry didn't sleep all night. He is worried that you'll suddenly start disliking him because he doesn't have anything to wear except for Dudley's clothes." Ginny tutted, climbing onto her feet and padding over to stand behind the girl, starting to push a brush through her hair. "What?! Of course not! I like Harry because he's Harry, not because of what he wears." Hermione groused, before letting loose a very un-lady-like snort, "Besides, we all know he can afford good clothes. It's smarter not to buy any and let the Dursleys know how much money he has. He's smarter than he lets on." "I bet. Nothing but the best for Miss Granger huh?" Ginny teased, patting her head after she had managed to corral her hair into a ponytail. "There. Make-up, hair, done. Now all you need to do is put on that skirt and you're ready to sweep your date off his feet." "Please. It's going to be a nice quiet afternoon. He's probably taking me out to The Three Broomsticks for butterbeer and a light lunch." Hermione muttered, pulling the skirt up her legs, "Maybe some kissing," she continued, unable to stop the wistful tone in her voice. "Go get him, tiger. And remember, it's perfectly alright for you to snog him senseless." Ginny smirked, giving the girl a small shove. "I'll try," Hermione mumbled, suddenly feeling very small. Could she send Ginny downstairs to tell Harry she wasn't feeling well? No. He deserved better than that. This was a new chapter in their lives, and she was determined to get off on the right foot, despite how scary it all felt. Number 12, Grimmauld Place: "Penny for your thoughts?" Harry murmured, his arms snaking around her waist, breaking the girl free from her trip down nostalgia lane. "I would say they're worth at least a galleon, Mr. Potter," Hermione replied with a soft smile, leaning back into his broad chest. "I do declare that they are priceless. Miss Granger," Harry whispered, his lips inches from her ear, hot breath tickling her sensitive skin. "I was just thinking about our first date," Hermione said, an impish grin, shifting as she felt his hands snake up to her breasts. She had a good idea where their night was going. A very good idea. "But now I'm thinking about St. Mungo's." "St. Mungo's?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow as his nimble fingers set to work on the buttons of her blouse. Who knew being a seeker would be this handy? Speaking of seekers... "Where did we keep the snitch?" "This is exactly why I'm thinking about St, Mungo's sir," She shot back playfully, biting her lower lip as he pulled her blouse down her shoulders, revealing the frilly lace of her white bra inch by inch. The lingerie had been a recent development as well. She had never been one for lingerie and had always thought that the pieces bought by Lavender and Parvati on their occasional shopping sprees had been impractical at best and very uncomfortable at worst. Why would a sane person spend that much money on flimsy pieces of lace? It all changed on her birthday. Harry had bought her a set of ruby red lingerie as a part of his gift to her, and she had worked up the courage to wear it a few nights later, mostly to humor Harry. She had intended to use it for a night of debauchery, before folding it up neatly and storing it in her closet. Her boyfriend would be satiated and it would be back to practical cotton panties for her. Harry had not spoken, but his actions had been a high compliment in itself. The man had bent her over every possible flat surface in the house and made love to her till they were both sore and could barely stand. The realization that she had the power to evoke such emotion from the man she loved had been more of a turn-on than anything else they did that night and had immediately changed her mind on the ‘overpriced pieces of lace’. It made her feel powerful, it made her feel wanted, and that was worth any amount of money she would have to spend. Deep down, the girl had always wanted to be valued for something other than her brains, to be more than just the smart friend. Everyone called her smart, but Harry thought she was hot. "Oh?" Harry asked, pulling the girl free from her thoughts once more. He decided to play along with her, his eyebrow quirking as he continued to pull the blouse down her body, freeing more and more of her tanned skin. "If you touch my ass again tonight sir, you'll have to get me a new one from the hospital," She sighed; her eyes fluttering shut as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her breasts. "I promise you, I have no intention of going anywhere near your ass Miss Granger. I have something very different in mind tonight." Harry whispered, pulling the blouse down to her waist. "On your feet little one." "Yes sir," Hermione answered meekly, groaning internally as she slipped into subspace. She usually loved being a cheeky little bastard around her dominant, bending his rules without breaking them. But then there were nights when she felt so needy that all her brain wanted was for her to be pinned under him and for him to claim her body, psyche, and soul. Tonight, was evidently one such night. She was on her feet within seconds, head bowed as she waited for her next command. "I remember our first date quite vividly. You walked down those stairs and suddenly I was very glad that I was wearing Dudley's oversized trousers," Harry teased as he bent over, pulling their chest of naughtiness from under the bed, and popping open the lid. He retrieved the black silk blindfold from it, straightening and padding over to the girl. "You made me feel beautiful. You still do. For the first time in my life, a boy wanted me for something more than my help with homework," Hermione mumbled, pulling off the blouse and folding it carefully, placing it onto the footstool. She turned to face her dominant with a small smile, her eyes glassy. "You never made me feel like I was just another book to be used and discarded when done." "I didn't think it was possible, but you've only gotten smarter and more beautiful with every passing day. I love you for everything that you are little one. To me, you can be both beautiful and smart," Harry murmured, gently wrapping the black fabric around her eyes, circling behind the girl to secure the blindfold. "Do you trust me?" It was a question he asked every night. It was the question to which she had the exact same answer ready for him. "Forever and always," she replied with every bit of conviction she could muster, her eyes fluttering shut. It didn't matter, the girl was already blindfolded, and the room was dark to her. She relaxed, letting her mind slip deeper into subspace, her limp and relaxed body a sign of her complete trust in her dominant. Her ears quivered; every sound amplified. She knew it wouldn't last; her dominant would soon be taking every sense she could use to connect herself to the outside world away from her. It had terrified her the first time they had tried it, and if she was being completely honest, it still did. She was vulnerable, completely vulnerable, and it was only Harry that she trusted to do this to her. "What is our non-verbal safe word?" Harry asked softly, reaching over to the nightstand for his wand. The girl raised her right hand without hesitation, rotating her pinkie in the air. Right as usual. Like she had guessed, she would soon be gagged, and quite possibly unable to hear. It just added to the excitement and the girl could feel herself grow damp. Fuck. Harry liked to toy with his prey, and she knew she'd be sopping wet before any part of his body ended up anywhere close to her cunt. "Such a smart little girl. There hasn't been a lesson that you've ever forgotten, has there?" Harry teased, digging into the chest, finally locating the case that housed their very special gag. "Except one. Miss Granger shouldn't cuss. But I'm sure your stinging ass will act as a good reminder," Harry said, grinning as he popped the golden ball into her mouth when she opened it to complain. It was a highly modified snitch, stripped of its wings and charmed to vibrate instead of fly. It fit snugly inside her mouth; her lips stretched around the soft metal. Hermione had come up with an ingenious way to make the ball as soft as rubber, while still retaining the look and texture of a snitch. A symbol of her dominant right by her lips, while ensuring she didn't accidentally chip a tooth if she bit down too hard. "I love you," Harry whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek, before pressing his wand to her temple. A simple muffliato and the job was done. A loud buzzing filled her ears, shutting off sounds from the outside world and completing the deprivation of her senses. She was completely at his mercy, and the part of her brain submerged in subspace thought it was the best fucking thing in the entire world. He loved her. She knew he loved her, so why did it affect her so when he said it out loud? She didn't have much time to ruminate however, Harry's hands were back on her breasts, his slender fingers digging into her skin. "Khep ith ohn," Hermione mumbled thickly through her gag, knowing Harry was torn between simply ripping the bra off her body and freeing her pert breasts, or keeping the lingerie on for the time being. If one agreed with Lavender's theory that all men preferred either the ass or the breasts, Hermione knew for sure that her boyfriend was a boob man through and through. She was surprised when his hands wrapped around her back, nimble fingers deftly pushing the clasp, unhooking her bra. The straps were pushed down her shoulders within seconds, the bra falling down to the floor by her feet. Naked immediately? Why? He didn't plan to do anything with her while the lingerie was still on her body? Harry wordlessly set to work on her skirt, unzipping it and pulling down her legs before taking her hand and helping her step out of the pooled fabric. Keeping her hand clasped in his, he led her towards the bed, roughly bending her over the mattress, her ass raised up for him and the rapidly growing damp spot on full display. Rough. Oh. He was in a mood. Oh my. If it was possible for women to have blue balls, Hermione was sure she already had them. She was certain she'd explode if Harry's actions aroused her any further, and the man had barely touched her. The snitch was gently vibrating in her mouth, almost mimicking the twitching of a cock and the girl was rapidly losing a sense of her surroundings, her mind unable to formulate any coherent thought. After the stress of the day, this was exactly what she needed. People always commented that she seemed much calmer than the high-strung days of her school life and she was almost tempted to reply that all she had been missing was a spanking a week. I wonder why they consider spanking a punishment. It's catharsis. She wiggled her bum playfully despite her better judgment, knowing Harry wouldn't be able to resist a swat. Her dominant was apparently preoccupied with other things, however, for he didn't appear to notice. The cause was evident moments later when he pushed his vibrating wand between her thighs, the coarse wood providing much-needed friction through the thin lace. The girl moaned, her face buried inside the soft woolen blanket, quickly losing the will to move. Would her legs be next? She knew Harry wouldn't bind her hands while she was gagged, but a part of her was curious what it felt like, to be completely bound and gagged and at the mercy of her dominant. "I'll be back in a minute kitten. Don't move," Harry said, patting her bum, not that the girl could hear what he had said. She just felt the pat, mentally steeling herself for what came next. The girl was completely oblivious to her surroundings, and to the absence of her dominant, simply moaning and drooling into the blanket as both ends of her body were assaulted with vibrations. The snitch in her mouth was extremely gentle, humming along as the girl bit down on it. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out what Harry was going to do next. He had promised not to touch her ass. What then? A leg spreader? A messy blow-job? No, not a blow-job. He wouldn't have gagged me. Or blindfolded me, for that matter. I know exactly how much he likes me looking up at him with my big brown eyes, pretending to be his innocent kitten. It was a full two minutes before the man returned, carrying a small bowl full of ice chips and a canned of whipped cream. He set them down on the nightstand before turning his attention to the girl, still bent over the bed, immobile except for the slight shaking of legs that he knew heralded an imminent orgasm. Not yet, love, he thought, pulling the wand free from her thighs. The cry of disappointment was immediate, and the boy smiled, knowing the girl had been aroused since the spanking and was quite obviously craving release. He pressed the tip of the wand against her lower back, and the girl stiffened, suddenly realizing where he was going with all of this. Oh. Fuck. Her brain didn't have the capacity for more thought as Harry murmured a spell, and suddenly her skin was on fire. She could feel the satin of her blindfold, the wool of the blanket, and the cold hard floor, every sensation multiplied and heightened. The girl groaned as her dominant turned her over, hoping the man didn't have clamps in his hands. That was what he usually went with, and clamped nipples with that particular spell was a delicious torture she was never quite prepared for. Harry didn't say anything, there was no point in talking. The girl couldn't hear him, and he was playing for an audience of one. He simply grabbed her arm, gently pulling her up on the bed, arranging her arms and legs so she was spread-eagled on the four-poster, laid out for his pleasure. Every touch set her skin aflame, but the girl simply moaned and complied, surer than ever that clamps were next. She resisted the urge to look up and peek from under her blindfold, lying still as Harry arranged her arms and legs, every inch now bare for his gaze. She could feel her panties sliding down her legs before they were pulled apart, and could only blush as she imagined her beloved looking at the soaked fabric and smirking. And he has the audacity to call me a minx. The girl bucked as Harry used an ice chip to trace the outline of her sole, a strangled moan escaping her parted lips. "Iche?" She asked, panting as the sensation slowly subsided, the spell amplifying the cold to almost unbearable levels. "Ice," Harry confirmed, not that it mattered to the girl. Her mind had wiped out every rational thought from her consciousness, focusing its entire attention on the cold, wet trail now tracing its way over her other foot. The girl was absolutely oblivious to the location of Harry's next assault and when the ice chip pressed against the pink areola, the girl gasped, the cold shooting currents through her spine. She arched her back, fighting the urge to pull away from the cold, hoping its intensity would numb her skin. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'll take the clamps, Merlin, Fuck! She had no way of knowing about Harry's actions, of the fact that his lips were inches from her breast. She had no warning before his teeth grazed her stiff, sensitive nipple and the girl moaned as his lips clamped down on her soft skin, the man gently tugging on the pink nub. "Obh Merlinh," She mumbled, her hands feeling as heavy as lead, the girl struggling to lift them and thread her fingers through the boy's messy black locks. His tongue was now drawing circles around her areola, the rough texture feeling heavenly against her soft skin. She groaned in complaint as he pulled away, her arms weakly waving about in the air, searching for her dominant. The combination of the cold, the pain, and the usual haze of subspace had been overwhelmingly arousing for the girl, and she could already feel herself on the threshold of orgasm, threatening to spill over even as the boy pulled away. Please. Merlin, please. Harry evidently had no intention of letting her off that easy, for the boy retrieved another chip from the bowl, teasingly tracing his way from her calf up to her thigh. He paused inches away from her dripping cunt, before pulling away again, looking at the panting girl. The procedure was soon repeated on the next leg, the girl writhing and mewling, her hands having moved to absentmindedly toy with her stiff nipples. Where next? There was only one logical place. Not inside, please not inside. Harry appeared to be thinking along the same lines as her, however, the cube gently and slowly traced her puffy lips as the girl moaned and bucked her hips, her hand traveling downwards only to be roughly swatted away. "Pleash," She mumbled through the gag, slightly leaning forward to look at him. Her face was a mess, mascara running down her cheeks and mingling with the drool. She dropped her head back with a sigh as the man's rough, calloused fingers expertly located her clit, the ice cube having been tossed away in favor of direct stimulation. She was undone within seconds, crying into the gag as his fingers elicited the first of what she hoped would be many orgasms that night. Harry's fingers pulled away as the girl went limp, her drained and hazy mind trying its best to ride out the orgasm. Even as the girl was coming down from her high, she could feel a wet cold material oozing onto her nipples. She had no idea what it was, only that it wasn't as cold as ice. Harry, what are you doing? The petite brunette had no idea what was in store for her, but if there was one thing she knew, it was that a certain Hermione Granger was about to have a very long night. Their night is just getting started. If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. My Patrons get access to Exclusive Content and New Stories/Chapters weeks before release, along with other great perks with each tier. My Patreon!

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Chapter 0 - Trapped in the Closet

“What is going on with you two? Honestly, you’ve been acting like children!” Oleander the Halfling and Cookie the Gnome even looked the part as the two small humanoids sat in oversized chairs to be chastised by their Satyr companion, Graaty, while the tall and imposing Changeling Izalco stood stoically by.  “Butting heads all week, snapping at each other during meals, during training, sucking all the fun out of this damn house. Well, what do you have to say for yourselves?” A pregnant pause follows as Oleander and Cookie glance back and forth between Graaty’s stern expression and Izalco’s blank mask. Finally, their eyes rest on each other and chaos erupts as they each leap from their chairs. “She refuses to help on any of our missions! It’s impossible to get her to do anything!”, Oleander blurts out, pointing his finger at the ginger-haired Gnome.  “I do plenty, you candy-headed little jerk! Like pulling your ass out of all the dangerous situations I’m too smart to get into!” Cookie lowers her chin and glowers at the Halfling, shoulders heaving. “More like you’re too much of a coward to take any risks! The only reason that I get in any danger is because you never back me up!!!” “Enough! I can’t get any- I mean, get anything done if you keep this up!” The sudden outburst stuns the bickering pair into silence as Graaty takes them each by the shoulder and escorts them across the room. “I can see you two have some things to work through… so don’t come out until you’re done!” With that, she unceremoniously shoves the two of them into a closet before barring the door behind them with the handle of a broom.  “There, that should do it. They’ll be best friends once their stomachs start growling.” Graaty freezes as she feels Izalco’s large hand fall heavy on her shoulder from behind. “Now you and I need to discuss your behavior around town…”  Trapped in that enclosed space and dimly lit by the bleed of light around the edges of the door, Cookie and Oleander futily plead to be let out as they hammer their small fists against the barred portal. When that doesn’t work they turn to hissing at each other, shoving back and forth as they curse under their breath, not wishing to draw further ire from Graaty or Izalco and unaware the two of them had already adjourned to an adjacent room, until… “Ahn~!” They pause. “Was that…?”, Cookie begins, before another muffled moan emanates through the house. “Seriously? They lock us in here and immediately start going at it? Ugh. ” The Gnome slumps to the floor in a huff, only for her eyes to grow wide as they settle on the rim lit bulge of Oleander’s erect cock struggling against his pants. “And you?! You’re hard right now?” Oleander sheepishly covers his groin as he tears his ear away from the doorframe. “H-hey! It’s their fault for making so much noise… and being stuck in here with you doesn’t help things.” Cookie gets back to her feet and leans close to the Halfling’s face. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean, Oli?”  Oleander gulps as he glances up and down her compact little body. “Weeell, you might be a coward on the field but you’re still a good-lookin’ gal in close proximity, y’know?” Cookie responds with a swift slap across his cheek followed by a finger pressed tight against his stunned lips. “Hush. Call me a coward again and this ends right there and then.” She preempts his next question by removing her finger and replacing it with her lips, planting a loose kiss on the Halfling as she tugs at the front of his pants to free his throbbing cock. Surprised but never one to turn down a good time, Oleander quickly melts against her as his hands work open the front of her shirt and begin to knead at the Gnome’s sizable chest. Cookie pulls her mouth away from his, her panting drowned out by Graaty’s moans which have now reached a shameless, ecstatic fervor as she begs Izalco for mercy in a mocking tone. Oleander breaks the silence of their heavy petting to remark, “Not bad, but Graaty’s are bigger,” as he continues fondling her breasts with his trademark precision. He winces as Cookie interrupts her focused stroking of his twitching member to give it a sharp squeeze before increasing the intensity of her pace. “The same could be said about Izalco down here.”  Oleander dons a wounded pout before playfully pushing her away with a chuckle. “Alright alright, point taken. So… how do you want to do this?” Cookie peels her pants down before turning her back and getting down on all fours before the door. “Quickly, please,” she mutters bashfully, before looking back over her shoulder with a glint of mischief in her eye, “Which shouldn’t be a problem for you, Oli.” He briefly considers throwing back a snarky retort, but upon pondering the Gnome’s firm, shapely bottom and the peek of her tight pussy glinting wet in the dim light of the closest before him he simply shrugs and grabs a fistful of her ass in one hand while guiding himself inside her dripping cunt with the other. Their moans come unbidden now, mingling with their companion’s cries from elsewhere in the guildhouse as Oleander pounds away at Cookie from behind, his lithe frame flexing with each thrust. The Gnome’s warm pussy wraps around every inch of him, cloyingly tight and tender, melting away every grievance Oleander may have had with his stern companion… at least for the time being. Something tells him that giving Cookie a smack might not end well for him at this time and for once Oleander actually listens to the voice inside his head, electing instead to knead her powerful cheeks as he fucks her, delighting in the visual feast of his companion’s thick booty bouncing up and down on his stiff pecker.  Cookie moans again and bites her lip, torn between the pleasure mounting in the base of her hips and her desire not to give Oleander any emotional satisfaction that he may actually be pleasing her, not that either of them would seriously believe otherwise for a second - still, she was irked with him and was damn committed to it… even if his rod-hard member was hitting all her favorite spots, or the slight burning in her ass from his tight grasp was the perfect amount of spice to get reduce her to a dripping mess. After a short while, spurred on by the sounds of Graaty’s pleasure and the twisted anxiety releasing their tensions with the very person who has pissed them off in the first place, Cookie and Oleander find themselves close to the edge as he leans over her back to pant heavily in her ear between planting kisses across her muscled shoulders and slender neck. At last, Oleander throws his upper body back and his hips forward as he buries himself to the hilt, grunting through gritted teeth as his cock twitches for a moment before pulsing hot ropes of his pearly cum inside of Cookie as her insides contract in rhythm with her own poorly-masked orgasm. After riding out their pleasure together, Oleander whistles blithely as he admires the sweaty, heaving back of the Gnome before him. “So anyway, Cook, as I was saying-”, he says in a disingenuous tone, attempting to pick up the earlier argument in hopes of riling her up again only to catch himself mid-sentence as he realizes that Graaty’s moaning has ceased and the house is filled with silence. Suddenly, a heavy footfall outside the closet door, followed by the sound of someone removing the makeshift barricade keeping it shut. Blinding light fills the space as the door swings open, only to be immediately eclipsed by the tall frame of their resident Changeling staring down at the pair of them together, Cookie’s ass still in Oleander’s hands as his seed runs down the inside of her thigh. Cookie pulls her hat and goggles down over her face to hide her furious blush as she whines, while Oleander merely looks up to force a smile through his grimace. “I mean honestly, Izzy. What did you expect?” Something catches Oleander’s eye beyond Izalco, and as he leans to see past the tall warlock he sees that not only is the door to the other room left open but propped up in a chair is Graaty, bound and gagged with her knees kept open with a spreader bar, copious amounts of the Changeling’s thick semen still drooling from her flushed and battered cunt. “Hey! What the hell, Oli?!” Cookie drops her hat and looks over her shoulder in a huff as she feels the Halfling grow hard inside of her. “B-but, Gravity’s over there and she’s all tied up and-” Cookie pushes her ass back against Oleander, forcing him to fall on his back as she sits in his lap, still speared on his reinvigorated member. “I don’t want to hear it! This is the problem with you: no self-control!” As the Gnome punctuates her point by bouncing her weight down on Oli’s slender hips, Izalco finally breaks their silence to cup their mask in one hand, shake their head from side to side, and sigh… Seems like they’re next in line for some serious discipline, Changeling style.

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Chapter 0 - Bad End

Leti Moonreaver didn’t like the cold. Her home city of Ul’dah was perched like a fat blood diamond among the desert steppes of Thanalan, a land where the sun beat mercilessly from the cloudless sky and even a seat in the shade was a precious commodity to be bought and sold beneath the Syndicate’s ever-greedy eye. Her people, the catlike Miqo’te, were well-adapted to the high temperatures and low humidity of Ul’dah and its surrounding environs - the frigid border marches of Garlemald she now found herself hiking through were a far cry from her natural climate.  It wasn't necessarily the cold itself that bothered her overmuch, compelled as it was by biting winds to drag her vital body heat from her slender, petite frame. Leti was used to such mundane discomforts and far worse pains besides. Blocking out base pain was her specialty, an insane iron will which carried her well thus far and kept her sanity intact when put through ordeals that would break a weaker woman… as far as anyone might consider her to be “sane”. No, it was simply the way the cold sought to sap her strength, dulling her nerves, slowing her limbs, forcing her to draw steadily upon her aether to maintain an inner fire to fight off frostbite and worse. Leti Moonreaver didn’t like the cold, for Leti Moonreaver didn’t like to feel vulnerable. When the Garlean Empire was finally toppled and the Ilsabard Contingent formed to project Eorzean power and aid into their former territory, Leti signed up to be one of the first on the ground. Garlemald was ruined, in chaos, and needed heroes to set things right and stable once again. Unfortunately for her, her name did not go unnoticed on the volunteer rolls. Leti Moonreaver was infamous throughout all Eorzea as a powerful yet unpredictable void-tainted caster, as likely to reduce her allies to ashes as she was her enemies. And so Leti’s services were accepted by the Ilsabard Contingent under the condition that she be sent far away from the most vital and populous areas in need of reconstruction in the wake of The Final Days as a form of “risk management”. The violet-haired Miqo’te curses under her breath at the recall of this indignity. She would have liked, at least, to have her dolls alongside her to help shoulder her burden but alas, with her position amongst the Contingent already tenuous, arranging for the transport of all of her bound slaves was out of the question. And so she hikes, making her way without escort to some no-name town to answer whatever petty requests for aid they might have. She begins to reconsider her entire involvement in this operation as a fool’s errand, even if she is happy to be out from beneath the Syndicate’s heavy hand for a while. Whether due to the biting cold which nips at her nerves, occupying both her attention and her aether, or the simple sidetracking of her thoughts as she reevaluates her position within the Ilsabard Contingent, Leti makes no notice of her assailant beyond a split-second twitch of her feline ears at the sound of crunching snow behind her, followed immediately by a heavy blow to the back of her head and then, darkness… Leti is unable to recount much of her time within that darkness. She recalls an impression of pain, sharp soreness at the back of her head and an unyielding vicelike grip across her limbs, manipulating her limp body with all of the care she might afford one of her broken dolls. Muffled voices penetrated the haze of dizzying bleeding blackness, their sharply-hissed words a hot fuzz in her pounding ears. When she finally comes to, she finds before her an environment entirely unlike the Garlean reaches in which she had been ambushed, yet nonetheless sharing its cold and bleak character.  Dark walls of dull metal and damp concrete surround her, flatly lit beneath harsh, buzzing magitek bulbs. Her vision is blurry and as she makes to shake the bleary vestiges of half-consciousness from her eyes and she is alarmed, doubly so, as several revelations dawn on her in tandem. The first is her recognition that the banners of stark white and bloody crimson hung about the chamber perimeter signify the Garlean Empire, the very one she thought had fallen for good mere months ago. And the second alarming thought, a much more pressing concern for the young Miqo’te as she attempts to look around the room, is the realization that her head, along with the rest of her body is locked in place by tight restraints. She struggles against the restraints as they dig cold against her naked flesh, her body held spread-eagled at the heart of this foreboding chamber. Over the sounds of her futile resistance, she can hear footsteps - footsteps announcing the presence of another in the room as they round the edges of her restricted vision. The rushing of blood in Leti’s ears resolves slowly, allowing her to make out the shuffling and breathing and other small sounds betraying the presence of even more figures behind her. The man coming into view stops before her, pausing at her feet. He wears a long sterile lab coat of stark white, the same color depicted on the flag of the now-defunct Garlean Empire - the very same flag she can see born upon the scientist’s lapel.  He gives no greeting nor does he deign to look her in the eye as he steps up to Leti’s bound body. The man's hands hover over her with clinical concentration, and Leti can barely make out the slight glimmer, the small clinking of a delicate chain he holds before the scientist’s fingers find her nipples and drive the sharp clasps at either end of the chain into her unexpecting flesh, piercing her with a swift motion. Leti grimaces, curling her lip in discomfort. She would not like to describe the sharp sensation burning through her stiff, sensitive nipples as pleasant, but she has had to bear far worse torments than this at the hands of foe and supposed friend alike. If this was the worst these Garlean scum had to offer, she muses as the quiet man begins to link a second chain to the one suspended between her now-aching breasts, then she could endure for the time it takes to learn about her captors before she sets them all alight.  The Miqo’te’s initial sense of bravado is tempered, somewhat, as the Garlean scientist affixes the free end of the new chain to her clitoris in much the same manner as before. A heavy-gauge needle rips through her fleshy hood and the bundle of nerves beneath, sending forks of red hot lightning crackling up her spine to set off blood-red warning bells within her mind that she does her best to ignore. The man steps back to admire her writhing form with an appreciative nod before finally casting his gaze up to hers. “I appreciate your patience, Miss Moonreaver. You may have had a chance to escape if you had called upon your aether sooner, but now that I have affixed this magical locus to you…”, he trails off as he pulls a magitek device about the size of a combination lock from within his coat and anchors it to the meeting point of her new chain piercings just above her belly button, “...like so - now that I have affixed this magical locus to you, you should be unable to utilize your power. The device will draw upon any aether you wish to gather, causing a short circuit effect which will provide some unpleasant feedback to you. I do not suggest trying it.”  He smiles, finally, a false and hollow expression betrayed by cold, analytical eyes just waiting for her to take the bait. Not one to be so easily cowed, Leti rises to the scientist’s challenge, reaching inside to the source of her power and gathering the aether necessary to produce enough damage that nothing will remain of this Garlean holdout.  Unfortunately for her, as soon as the magical energy enters her body, it is routed through her new piercings like a lightning rod, producing an explosion of arcing electricity and violent heat before her. Leti screams as her body is ravaged by the feedback loop of her magic gone haywire while the scientist merely makes a mental note of the produced effect before walking away from her sight once more. "Prepare the equipment,” she hears him call out to whatever team remains hidden from view. There is nothing else for her to do beyond hang there, limp and steaming, once again a powerless victim like so many times before…  “Observation Log: Day One The void-tainted test subject recovered from the northern reaches exhibits a remarkable tenacity unseen in our previous failed experiments. The individual indicates her name to be Leti, known colloquially amongst the invading Eorzeans as Moon Reaver. She assured us between empty threats that she is of high value to the shady association of merchants known as the Syndicate and should be ransomed off to them for a handsome sum to finance our further research. Our spies within Thanalan do not indicate any chatter amongst the Syndicate or the greater Ilsabard Contingent indicating that she is missed. For now, she remains with us. Ignoring her pleas for freedom, we have commenced testing the subject’s fitness, resilience, and overall candidacy for our experimentation into artificial aether production. it is the goal of these experiments that, if the subject should prove suitable as a living magitek battery, the proud remnants of the true Garlean Empire will be able to rise up against Ilsabard’s traitors and the invading Eorzeans wielding powerful weapons designed to run upon these theorized ‘living batteries’. The day's experiment began with Subject Moonreaver placed upon a powered treadmill device. Simply compelling her to run under her own power would be insufficient, thus my assistants devised a rig to attach her aetherial anchor piercings to the head of the treadmill. We began at a slow speed, which elicited annoyance from the subject even in the face of her powerlessness - I surmised that she feels such petty work is beneath her even if such an attitude risks her potential punishment. She will learn to behave in time. Throughout the morning we steadily increased the pace of the treadmill’s track, bringing the subject first from a walk to a light jog and then a sustained sprint. In spite of her visibly petite frame, the subject endured a prolonged period of physical activity which would drive the most hale and healthy of Garlean legionnaires to the brink of exhaustion in a matter of minutes. Truly, the void-tainted are another level of being entirely. Nonetheless, even her stamina began to fade despite her desperate efforts to prevent the treadmill from pulling her pierced body away from where her chains were anchored. Eventually, she struggled to keep up the grueling pace, her ethereal dampeners taut as the piercings tugged upon her breasts and clitoris. At this point every bounce of her step was pulling painfully upon her sensitive flesh, creating a feedback loop which began to overload her nervous system between the fear of falling behind and the dread of continuing. This seemed to sap her strength even faster than I suspect the sustained sprint would have on its own.  Just past noon the subject was recorded to have collapsed upon the treadmill, her piercings pulled to the absolute limits as her flesh barely held on and the track of the treadmill began to scrape against her skin. She could only flail weakly and scream until I was satisfied with the results of her performance and allowed my assistance to terminate the test. Subject Moonreaver will be given a standard ration of bread and water and allowed to rest before the endurance test continues tomorrow.  Day Two: Despite her resilience, the subject appeared quite weathered as a result of the previous day's endurance tests. No matter. Her survival of today's combination endurance/fertility test marks her as a viable candidate for the following stages of the experiment. The test consisted of a ride on a fertility sampling apparatus designed by my research team. Subject Moonreaver was made to straddle a vertically-oriented biometrics measurement and sample collection rod roughly two inches in diameter. Once in position, the subject was lowered onto the collection rod with only minimal coercion necessary. The rod was inserted into the subject’s vagina to a starting depth of six inches, at which point the chains of her ethereal anchor were secured to the base of the rod with enough slack to allow her to raise her body by a maximum of four inches.  At this point the subject's feet were secured to paddles on either side of the apparatus and she was allowed to support herself under her own strength. The paddles were automated to rotate at a baseline one rotation per second, however the subject was allowed to increase the pace as she felt necessary. This became a priority for her as she realized maintaining proper speed end balance while managing the fatigue in her legs over the course of several hours was necessary to prevent the collection rod from being inserted too deep inside of her as to cause great pain - nor did she wish to risk putting undue strain upon her piercings by raising her body too high off the rod and beyond the limits of her fastened chains. We observed for several hours as Subject Moonreaver cycled her legs. Within the first hour, she was panting heavily and covered in sweat. By hour three she had begun to vocalize moans with every pump of her legs and was making efforts to hide the pleasure she was receiving from the collection rod from both me and my team. At hour five she had been reduced to tears, her face flushed and screaming from a mixture of unwanted orgasms - entirely unrelated to my experiment - and sheer overwhelming exhaustion in her limbs making it more and more difficult to keep the collection rod from pushing painfully against her cervix and distending her stomach.  At the eighth hour, the apparatus was a disgusting mess of sweat and vaginal discharge. The subject had completely reached her physical limits and sagged comatose upon the collection rod, its unyielding length thrust to the base inside her unresponsive body while the automatic action of the pedals continued to pump her limp legs. It was an obscene sight, but my assistant assured me that enough data was collected from her reproductive organs to conclude that she would be suitable for the next phase of the experiment. That she managed to hold out for as long as she did across both days of fitness testing only serves to further cement her candidacy for my experimental magitek weapons project. Day Four: The subject was afforded a day of rest while we collated the results of her fertility and endurance testing and prepared the insemination apparatus for today's experiment. With the machinery set up and in place, Subject Moonreaver was led once more from her cell by a heavy leash that my lab assistants have taken to using with her. By the end of the second day, the subject had ceased all attempts at channeling gathered aether to produce magical effects for the purpose of escaping. Though she was quite stubborn at first, the intense pain and threat of physical scarring accompanying each magical outburst seem to have finally taught her the lesson that resistance is futile. The subject was then placed into a large holding tank with the chains of her aetheric anchor suspended from a variable-height arm placed above the open top of the glass tank. In this manner, the subject was oriented onto her back at the base of the tank. The strain induced by the taut chains of the aetheric anchor would keep her from rolling over and harming herself during the experiment while having her arms and legs bound behind her back before being placed in the tank would ensure that she would be unable to stand up and throw off the results. It was vital to the experiment that she maintained the optimal position for insemination which was achieved with the aid of a spreader bar set up between her knees. While Subject Moonreaver has shown herself resistant to traditional methods of coercion over the past few days, including several beatings and light tortures, she has proven herself particularly susceptible to sexual humiliation and the potential for sexual suffering when admixed with pleasurable stimuli. This knowledge shall be implemented in the coming days to further the subject’s breakdown and compliance with our goals.  At this point of the experiment we began to fil the tank with semen collected from voidsent creatures, which was pumped in through large hoses around the base. She attempted to recoil from the viscous fluid as it contacted her skin but was unable to move as a result of our prior preparations. The voidsent semen quickly rose several inches and the subject began to sob, raising the question if this particular situation is a trigger, real or imagined, for her. Soon, enough semen filled the tank that the subject began to float upon its surface and at this point I had a lab assistant raise the hook connected to her chains, tugging her piercings toward the ceiling and forcing her body to bear more of her own weight. By lifting the subject upward we were able to adjust the angle of her vagina to help create optimal conditions for insemination, allowing the void sent seed within the tank to flow into her body with ease. At this point, I instructed the same assistant to begin sending regular pulsed shocks of electricity through her piercings. This stimulation caused the subject's body to convulse, stimulating a current within the tank to encourage the flow of voidsent seed around her.  The subject's cries of pain and pleas for respite quickly began to distract me and my assistants from our observations and note taking. As a result, I instructed the arm operator to periodically increase the angle of the subject's body, lowering her head below the surface of the semen filling the tank. This elegant solution increased the subject saturation of the voidsent material while also silencing her cries for much more manageable gasping coughs allowing us to work unimpeded throughout the day. I shall consider over the following days the idea of inducing more severe electric shocks within the subject's ethereal anchors. My theory is that inducing convulsions within her body as a result of said shocks will increase the flow of voidsent semen both not only around but within her, increasing the chances of a successful pregnancy. She has held up well thus far and it is my hope that Subject Moonreaver continues to produce satisfactory results as a part of this experiment. Our fertility testing on her shows that she should be compatible with the high potency of voidsent seed, thus it is only a matter of time until we can move on to the next phase. Day Fourteen: The subject’s uterus has swollen considerably in size, distending her stomach to an extreme and doubtless painful degree. If my own assistants had not confirmed her voidsent pregnancy, I would have merely assumed her body had been stretched out by the copious volumes of semen she has been forced to intake over the course of the preceding week. Despite Subject Moonreaver’s compatibility, getting the voidsent cum to properly fertilize took longer than expected, perhaps as a product of her natural cycles not meeting our timetable. As a result, we increased the dosage and length of her treatment until results became visible just over six days ago. Given the success of her condition, we began the last phase of the experiment prior to her implementation as a living battery. This was made easy as the subject’s mind had been thoroughly broken by the previous battery of experiments she had been subjected to. At this point she would respond to only the most extreme simulations. While they had little bearing on our experiment at this stage, many of my lab assistants had taken to passing the time within our laboratory by rendering abuse after escalating abuse upon her body to see who would finally receive a reaction from her, often in the form of a mewling whimper or whispered plea for them to stop.  They would at this point not cease their actions, merely considering her engagement as a sign for the real fun to begin. In return for their promise not to harm the subject’s viability as a living battery, I gave them free rein to treat her as they wish. I've noticed on each successive day of the experiment that she has received more and more bruises, burns, tattoos, and scalpel scars than the day before.  While her exterior condition has been marred I'm happy to announce that her internal condition has been holding and today we are able to begin the aether feedback stage of the experiment. The pregnant subject was restrained to a medical chair and an automated breast milking apparatus brought down on cables from the ceiling. On one end of the apparatus are two large cups that vacuum seal over the subject's areolas to begin expressing the void-tainted milk she is producing as a result of her unnatural pregnancy. The other end of the apparatus terminates in a long and slender hose which is inserted down the subject’s esophagus and into her stomach. With the help of the milking machine’s powerful pumps, she will be force-fed her own breast milk over the course of the next several weeks, assuming her survival. The primary purpose of this stage of the experiment is for Subject Moonreaver to ingest her own void-tainted milk, allowing her body to refine the aetheric components into higher and higher concentrations as the milk continues to cycle in and out of her system. This will have the dual effects of infusing her being with tremendous amounts of latent aetheric energy to be drawn upon with considerable care using equipment designed by our sister laboratory, thus putting the powers of magic further into Garlean grasp, and will also allow her to produce extremely concentrated and highly potent secondary products such as breast milk on a regular basis. These products can be supplied to our fellow Imperial faithful to aid in their resistance against the Eorzean invaders. With the subject’s mind all but having retreated from conscious action and her body accepting our treatments more remarkably than any previous candidate, we expect to be able to deploy her and the necessary equipment to maintain the barest semblance of life to our weapon’s factory within two months. For now, that concludes my observation log regarding Subject Moonreaver…” Leti groans, a pitiful noise, and attempted with foregone futility to pull away from the hot steel pressed against the back of her thigh. She can not see through the thick metal of the machine her upper body is inserted into, and can only make out the barest muffled laughter of some nameless Garlean diehard having his fun subjecting her exposed and naked lower body to a bit of casual torment. Even with her involuntary contributions to his dead empire’s war efforts as a source of near-infinite aetheric power with a nine-month use cycle between “recharges”, she was still Eorzean filth in the eyes of all the magitek engineers overseeing her and her dolls. Ah yes, her dolls. She almost muses before perishing the thought, any thought. To think is to comprehend her situation, the pain writ across her scarred flesh and the roiling boil of magic potential gestating in her stomach to be painfully drawn out by the Garlean’s cursed machines whenever they required a wisp of her potential. The dolls so dutifully crafted to serve her, called to distant Ilsabard by her mental anguish only to be caught by waiting hands and run through the same battery of experiments she did. She has not seen them in weeks, not since her last cleaning, but she knows they did not fare as well against the scientist’s tests as she did, and surely that was saying something… “Replacement parts,” she had heard one of the lab assistants say. She could only smile at the thought that even in the enemy’s hands they lived to serve her. But to think is to comprehend, as when she begins to sob again the Garlean branding her ass laughs an unheard laugh, satisfied in thinking he had earned the reaction he wanted once again…

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Chapter 0 - Mad Science Experiment

The streets of Ul’dah are hot as usual, and not even the shade of high-towered buildings or the city’s numerous pavilions do much to alleviate the heat gnawing at the edges of Aikaal’s boredom. The Miqo’te Black Mage reaches up to wipe a bead of sweat from her brow, only to end up sighing in frustration as the movement frees another precarious drop from its perch upon her collarbone. The sweat runs down her chest in a slick rivulet that disappears between her cleavage before she can catch it in her tracks. Defeated by gravity, the petite caster crosses her in front of her waist, shrugs her well-tanned shoulders, and blows a puff of air at the rough-cut mahogany bangs threatening to fall across her vision again. I’m a powerful magic-user, she thinks to herself, her eyes rolling back and forth in rhythm with her internal monologue. I fought the Garleans at Castrum and the Praetorium, survived all manner of beast across Eorzea… and not only in combat. Surely there’s something better that someone of my caliber can be doing beyond waiting around for the next grand dungeon to be dug up?! Aikaal feels a heat much different from that of the desert sun rise between her legs at the recollection of some of her more… interesting adventures, and she quickly resigns herself to heading back to her room and taking care of the feeling when she notices a flier underfoot. “Now recruiting heroes in good standing to represent our great city!”, it begins, and she shifts her booted heel off the paper to reveal the rest. “Visit Garlemald as Ul’dah’s Cultural Envoy today! Foster renewed friendship with former enemies!” Aikaal taps her chin with the tip of her forefinger as a smile begins to creep its way across her features. Heroes in good standing, eh? They must certainly mean someone like me! And the Garleans won’t be any trouble to handle… Maybe this “cultural envoy” business will be fun? With a short skip, the Miqo’te mage heads down the street for the listed address, her mind already made up. A short interview nets her the job, with the official in charge noting that the Garleans specifically requested a female Miqo’te as envoy if possible. “To best represent our city and its culture,” he surmised, before continuing to explain Aikaal’s new job. A trip by airship to Garlemald, where she shall be met with a local delegation to tour her around, learning and living in the postwar culture of Eorzea’s former enemy for the better part of a week. “They’ll be lucky to have a Black Mage of my caliber pay them a visit,” she announces to no one in particular as she emerges from the cultural exchange office. Her mind races with thoughts of impressing the Garleans with displays of aetherial skill and tales of her derring-do as she makes her way back to her room to begin packing. The airship journey is long and uneventful, and Aikaal has long retreated from the cool night air of the viewing deck to her cabin by the time bright shafts of pure white pierce the cloud cover to surround the vessel. The Miqo’te mage peers from her window at the world below and sees the unmistakable fluorescent lights of the Garleans laid out before her in stark contrast to their dark, piercing architecture. The bright beams flanking the airship appear to mark a long strip meant for landing, and Aikaal gathers her belongings as the ship descends through shrouded night to the city of Eorzea’s once-sworn enemy… Aikaal disembarks, one of only a few passengers aboard the transport. The others seem to know where they are going already, and they drift off into the brackish darkness without a word as they pursue their business. She resigns herself to awkwardly milling about or perhaps asking the airship crew for direction when a cadre of Garlean soldiers approach the landing site. Clad in muted tabards over dark plate, they cease the clanking of their heavy metal boots as they come to a stop before the solitary Miqo’te.  “Name and business?” The query from the lead guard is sharp and direct, almost making her jump in her boots. “Miss Aikaal; I’ve come as an envoy of Ul’dah at your government’s request-” “So you’re the big shot adventurer they sent over? Hah, I would’ve expected someone tougher - at the least, someone taller.” The men behind snicker through their grated helms as an indignant blush rises to the Miqo’te’s sun-tanned cheeks. “I’ll have you know I’ve served with distinction across the world, including against your little ‘empire’ back during the war.” She puffs out her chest with pride, not only toward her own accomplishments but at the nice peek of cleavage that she hoped would win her some sympathy from the men. “You say that, little lady, but it is our doubt that you’d last even a day in Garlemald among real Garleans.” Another chorus of chuckles from his crew. “A day? Hah. I’ll do you one better and extend my duties for a month , as long as your government has fair play in mind. My reputation must be upheld, as I doubt you’d understand.” “We understand your reputation very well, Miss Aikaal. Sir Asina accepts your terms and shall be your patron during your stay. Your reputation shall be safe under him.” “Asina? Aulus Asina? He’s the one behind this whole ‘cultural exchange’ business?” Aikaal recalls his experiments on her soul back in Ala Mhigo, and how he had treated her helpless body during the process. “Was he not slain by the Warrior of Light?” The lead soldier merely shrugs and instructs her to follow as he and his squad head for a bay of motor vehicles. She follows, half out of curiosity to meet a man presumed dead and half out of her desire to save face after all her bluster and see this month-long business through… The Imperial manor she is brought to appears stately if unwelcoming, its sharp spires and harsh spotlights giving off a vibe more like a maximum-security prison than a homely estate. Nevertheless, she finds the interior decorated with a regal warmth, as gold-framed paintings hang from walls of polished hardwood while vivid crimson rugs carpet the white marble underfoot. Aikaal is escorted to a small sitting room by one of the bemused soldiers, where she finds a man seated across an ornate table laid out with two crystal glasses of deep purple wine. “Aulus,” she states in a deadpan tone as the escort leaves the room with a parting chuckle. “Miss Aikaal!” Thin lips stretch across the man’s sharply handsome face in an affectionless smile, “What a surprise that you would be the one to visit Garlemald as emissary. Please, sit.” He gestures at the empty seat across from him, which she grudgingly accepts. “Have some wine,” he adds, reaching for his own glass. “Don’t act so surprised. As I understand it, your men were expecting me.” Aikaal affects a bored tone but fails to hide her genuine curiosity about the situation. She reaches for the wine glass to help cover her expression and takes a sip of the thick, almost syrupy beverage. “Nonsense, your reputation merely precedes you,” he retorts, “Although I must admit, I am overjoyed it is you who answered the call.” “And why is that?” Aikaal takes another sip as she weighs the situation before her, wishing she could detonate the man across from her without landing a heap of trouble in her lap. “Because, my dear, we have some unfinished business between us - remember Ala Mhigo?” Aikaal tenses at his words, not having bought for a second that Garlemald’s maddest scientist would have anything different in mind. “Oh,” he continues, pushing his half-moon spectacles up the bridge of his nose as Aikaal’s vision blurs, growing dark at the edges. “And that’s not wine you’ve been drinking, I’m afraid.” The Black Mage hits the carpeted floor with a thud, her half-formed curse escaping her limp lips with a hiss as the darkness takes her… Aikaal comes to just as a Garlean soldier finishes tightening a heavy leather strap around one wrist. The realization that her other arm is similarly bound already along with her ankles as she lays spread eagle on a metallic table sends ice through her veins, a chill beyond the cool air of the brightly-lit lab she now occupies as it caresses her naked body. Reflexively, she begins to shake her body, testing her bonds to no avail as her exposed breasts rise and fall in rapid time with panicked breaths.  “I’m afraid you won’t accomplish anything like that, dear.” Aulus’s voice cuts through her grunts of desperation as he steps into view beside her, clad now in a stark white lab coat and with a pair of magnifying lenses affixed to his spectacles. Aikaal cries out as she makes an attempt to incinerate him right then and there, drawing upon her aether… only to find there is nothing there, no power to reach for inside of her. “Oh and this,” he reaches down to tap a metal fixture mounted to her neck by a slender black collar, “should keep your pesky magic in check while you’re here. A month, I believe you agreed to?” This time she completes the curse she hurls at the mad scientist as he smirks above her. A month as this man’s plaything… this is worse than Ala Mhigo. Aikaal curses herself as her body responds to the thought with both a cold bead of sweat at her brow and a warm bead of moisture between her legs as her stomach churns with warring feelings of fear and arousal. She only had herself to blame for training herself to respond to helplessness with arousal… “I’ll take that as a yes,” Aulus continues, pacing now to her feet. “I apologize for not explaining my intentions sooner but there really wasn’t much time to lose once you drank the potion. You’re about to experience some… ahem, changes.”  As if on cue, Aikaal’s body spasms against her restraints and she cries out in shock and alarm. The room seems to distort around her, shifting and sliding as every nerve in her body feels as if they are vibrating, twisting, shaking. Her spatial perception sends alarm bells through her brain as it attempts to process impossible data: her feet, her hands, every part of her is coming closer. Suddenly, it hits her. She is shrinking, shrinking in size under the effects of the madman’s concoction, her body reducing in size from her respectable 5’8” to a petite 4’5”. As she becomes smaller, the body of the machine fastened beneath her adjusts, contracting its arms and drawing its straps tighter still to prevent her limbs from being torn from their sockets or slipping free of their restraints as she shrinks. “Mm, excellent. You take to alteration quite well,” Aulus notes with some pleasure beneath his analytical tone. “That is good, because the experiment has only begun.” Aikaal pauses in the middle of her futile struggles to spit back, “ What experiment?! Do you intend to play with my soul some more, you freak?” The Garlean chuckles as he approaches a clean metal table, the array of brightly-colored syringes and magitek implants laid out across it just out of Aikaal’s sightline. “Perhaps, when all of this is done. But for now, it is your aether that I am interested in for a transference of a different sort. Particularly, I would like to draw it forth with you as a conduit so that I may infuse Garlemald’s brave sons and daughters with the magic denied to us by our bloodline.” She scoffs with disgust. The idea of serving Aulus and the Garleans in any capacity is contemptible to her, even if she allowed herself the barest second to consider the benefits of walking out of this lab with a cuter, more petite form. It would certainly enhance her experience out in the wilds, baiting beasts with her body, to have the difference in size be that much starker. But even so, there was no guarantee Aulus would be letting her leave here alive, or of what further transformations he had in store for her. As if reading her thoughts, the scientist returns to her side with a syringe in hand, its vial filled with a gently-glowing blue liquid. “You must be wondering what comes next. In short order, I intend to alter your very genome in tandem with alchemical enhancements which shall prime your body for aether production. We shall test for compatibility with my soldiers after you are ready.” He leans forward and inserts the slender tip of the needle into the sensitive skin beneath her right breast with a sharp prick that makes her wince. “Let us begin.” The fluid he injects is a contradiction, icy in her veins and hot across her skin, her chest aching deep inside as every nerve crackles with pleasure. Aulus moves across the device restraining her and repeats the process on her other side. Moments pass by as Aikaal stares down at her heaving chest, breasts rising and falling with each breath, her nipples standing at shameful attention to be so exposed before Aulus and the cadre of Garlean soldiers milling about the periphery of the lab. The scientist narrows his eyes, clicking a magnifying lens in place over he spectacles as he peers closely at the Miqo’te’s tanned skin, watching it horripilate as she shudders, her breasts amplifying the slight movement obscenely beneath his gaze. Suddenly she gasps, and Aulus leans back again with a knowing smile as the concoction begins its work. The unexpected feeling which shocked Aikaal was nothing less than the realization that her breasts were growing, expanding much as the rest of her body had shrunk, inflating in size and weight until they almost filled her view when she craned her neck to look down at her body. With the growth comes a tightness across her chest, her stretching skin feeling perpetually on the verge of bursting as it expands to accommodate her new mammaries. Her areolas spread in proportion, as her nipples gain half an inch in diameter, and at least twice that in length. Those pert buds crowning her new bust scream in her mind with overwhelming sensation, feeling more erect than she thought possible as they engorge to their limit and just beyond under the effects of Aulus’s drug. He makes a note on a chart before brandishing another injection before the squirming, groaning Black Mage. “An impressive size, perfect for the condensation of your aether.” He claps his hands and a pair of soldiers, male and female, step forth. “Don’t mind my assistants, they’ll be helping the machine test your new… capabilities.” Each soldier withdraws a transparent cup from their side of the machine connected by a flexible hose to a set of tanks mounted above Aikaal’s head. The cups are pressed to her transfigured breasts, ballooned to more than twice their original size, and the machine activates a powerful suction that clamps the appenages over the sensitive flesh of her throbbing nipples.  Aikaal moans openly now, her back arching as the hoses begin to milk her alchemically-altered glands of a viscous mauve fluid holding an inner light. “Aether, drawn out through your body into physical form,” Aulus comments as he steps between her legs and presses the tip of his new syringe against her pubic mound right above the pink hood of her erect little clit. “I theorized mammary glands as one method of aetherial production, but I intend to test a few others before moving on…”  Even if Aikaal’s unfocused eyes weren’t cast up up the ceiling as she wrestles with the sucking pleasure at her breasts, she wouldn’t be able to see past them to notice the sharp metal poised above her most sensitive spot. Thus, she is entirely unprepared as the needle penetrates her flesh, injecting the mad scientist’s signature cocktail of chemicals into the base of her pelvis to work their way through her reproductive system. Aikaal cums, screaming, her nerves pushed to their limit as her confused expression flits between abject horror and mind-numbing pleasure. Another sickening pause, that barest moment when hope exists that perhaps, by luck or by folly, the scientist’s calculations are off and his wicked brew will have no effect. Then, her clitoris erupts, in form and sensation both, and her hope for Aulus’s failure is replaced by a hope that this new pleasure bequeathed to her might continue beyond this night. An itchy heat seats itself behind Aikaal’s pubic bone as her electrified clit swells outward, growing in spurts and spasms as her most sensitive flesh becomes a turgid erection between her legs, no longer merely a firm little nub sitting shy beneath its hood but a full phallus of impressive inches which twitches with the pulse of her heart, viscous, oily aether already condensing at the tip of its fat head. Another clap from Aulus Asina, and the female soldier takes a stand before Aikaal’s throbbing, freshly-sprouted phallus. The soldier reaches for an apparatus hanging above the Miqo’te’s writhing form, connected to Aikaal’s machine by similar tubing as before. The apparatus, a long metallic cylinder studded with glowing lights, is drawn from its hanging mount toward Aikaal’s female cock, and the soldier takes hold of the Miqo’te’s rod-stiff member with a firm grip around the base.  Aikaal cries out with a mixture of shock and pleasure, her brain unused to processing such powerful sensation along the length of where it expects her clit to be. She has already begun to ejaculate pure aether condensate in thick, ropey spurts as the soldier slides the diagnostic sleeve over Aikaal’s virgin cumming cock, wiping the sticky mess off against Aikaal’s inner thigh as the Black Mage adds her womanhood’s output to the machine’s collection tanks. “And the final test, to make sure you can accommodate any of the Empire’s fine soldiers…” Another command and the female soldier reaches toward the floor, bending beneath the lip of Aikaal’s restraining slab to withdraw yet one more limb of the scientist’s infernal machine. An imposing artificial phallus, almost violent in its size, rises in the space between Aikaal’s spasming knees as its armature unfurls like a serpent readying to strike. The magitek member is unreasonable in its girth, wider around than Aikaal’s balled fist, and of a length far beyond twelve inches - more than her body could physically handle, even before Aulus’s elixir had shrunk her in size.  It is a saving grace that with her newly-inflated chest and cock in the way, Aikaal is unable to glimpse the monstrosity poised to penetrate her flushed folds. The only real warning she receives is the sudden shock of cold metal pressing insistently against her thusfar-neglected cunt, before the soldier drives the mechanical dildo inside with a grunt. Aikaal gasps as the breath is driven from her, pressure squeezing her lungs as her insides shift to accommodate the massive metallic member pushing its way up her trunk inch by inexorable inch.  The Miqo’te’s chemical-tainted flesh stretches like taut latex around its form, her distended stomach tracing its shape in stark relief as the entire length of the device finds a home inside of her enhanced hole. Rather than tearing, rather than presenting a hard wall at her uterus, Aikaal’s altered physiology commits to its new design and accepts the machine, even as her brain struggles to comprehend a new sense of fullness beyond any she’s encountered before. Aulus Asina paces back and forth, admiring the bucking of Aikaal’s hips, the movement in her chest as she twists and turns her shoulders to tug at the milking cups suctioned to her breasts, the distended bulge from her petite waist, the powerful output of her perpetually cumming cock. He jots down several notes and commits several more to memory before motioning to the soldiers standing in as laboratory technicians. “Leave her for the night while the diagnostics complete - I shall run tests on the potency of her extracted aether in the morning. If all goes well, and I expect it will, we shall commence direct-contact compatibility training tomorrow.” He turns to leave the lab, motioning for the others to follow, before looking back over his shoulder with a sly grin like a readied scalpel. “You’ve been a great help to my research already, Miss Aikaal - you perform your job as ‘cultural envoy’ admirably. Oh, and don’t worry… the machine will see to your sustenance while I am away. Goodnight.” There is no snappy remark or outcry of anger from the Black Mage as he seals the lab shut behind him: only groans through gritted teeth, failing time and time again to hold back vulnerable cries of pure, painful ecstasy… The next morning presents a pitiful sight to the returning scientist and his crew of soldiers. Aikaal languishes on the machine’s table in twitching half-consciousness, her burnished body studded with bruises where the spasms wracking her diminutive form jostled her against the restraints. The glass-walled collection tanks mounted on the back of the machine are full to the brim with the Black Mage’s milky mauve mana, and for hours her excess has spilled from the collection equipment milking her body to run down her sides, between her legs, splashing over the side of the table in thick gobs splash across the sterile floor before finding backup drainage grates to disappear down into. “I am pleased to see you’ve produced a full sample in such a short time, Aikaal.” Aulus strides across the room in measured steps, offering only a dispassionate glance toward his test subject before focusing on a mounted magitek display blinking with bright, affirmative lights. His eyes dance quickly across the readout, and he licks his lips in satisfaction as he reads the purity levels of the condensed aether filtered through her body. “It seems the treatment worked, with optimal production inside and out. Shall we begin phase two?” Aulus nods to the head soldier, who in turn waves his subordinates to remove the milking equipment from Aikaal’s aching, bruised breasts and tortured cock.  She screams as the devices are pulled away, the machine pulling on her wrought flesh in one final, sucking kiss before clearing her body with a loud pop. Falling limp, Aikaal fixes her bleary vision on the architect of her punishment as he gazes down at her past his sharp nose as one might regard a school science experiment. “W-what’s… phase two?” She can barely register the scientist’s sneer as he waves a hand at the soldiers, addressing them instead of answering her question. “My brothers and sisters… Wouldn’t you say she quite resembles the Warrior of Light? My equipment is yours.” Having heard all the need, the Garlean soldiers make quick work of freeing the weakened mage from her restraints, offering blessed freedom to her abused and chafing limbs. She can’t even have a moment to enjoy the taste of freedom, however, before a male Garlean grabs her roughly by the chin, pushing her cheeks up and pursing her lips in his gauntleted hand as he brings his helmed face close to hers until she can hear his heavy breathing rattling inside his metal mask. Fresh tears well up in the Miqo’te’s eyes as he holds her for several long seconds, peering into the mess of her features. Finally, the soldier shrugs, grunting with satisfaction. “Eh, close enough,” he growls, transferring his grip from her chin to her breasts, bringing up his other hand so that he might squeeze and knead her inflated flesh with enough force to bruise.  Fresh aether sprays from her flushed areolas as the soldier squeezes and crushes her chest, and as Aikaal attempts to ward him away with her tiny, feeble arms, the Garlean drags her from the machine by her tits onto the floor. “Eorzean bitch,” he spits down at her as the rest of his cadre chuckles before dispersing around the laboratory to loot it of its instruments of torment. The Miqo’te would suffer for all the Garlean people had endured, or perceived they’d endured, her alchemically-altered flesh serving as a surrogate for their vengeful frustrations. Aulus, meanwhile, merely sets up his recording device near one end of the room, audio and video, and takes a seat ready to make notes of his observations… They begin with the whip. A marvel of intricate magitek, developed by Aulus in his spare time for the purpose of corralling unruly test subjects, electricity crackled across its braided silver length when the handle was held. Aikaal was first prepared by the application of a tight latex hood that compressed her senses and left her eyes blinded and hearing muffled as the shape of the hood folded her feline ears in on themselves. A ring gag was set in her moist panting mouth, propping it open to service the soldiers after they had softened her up. Crack! The cries of pain forced through her gagged lips are drowned out by Garlean laughter as her body twists on the cold floor of the lab. Already a long, wide welt rises across her lower back and pert ass, while the ripples of electricity spread across her beleaguered nerves trigger her blown-out pleasure response and send a fresh flow of milky aether spilling from her tortured breasts and twitching clit. Crack! The whip lashes out again, reducing Aikaal’s world to one of pitch darkness cut through by a bright lance of searing, shocking stimulation. Her breath comes fast and panicked as her nude little body tenses up in anticipation of the next blow, only to jump with surprise as the stiff heat of throbbing inches are shoved unceremoniously past the ring of her gag, choking her immediately as powerful hands press the back of her head down the shaft of the cock burying itself in her throat.  A thick mixture of semen and spittle spills from her open mouth as the Garleans take turns ravaging her face, pumping their pent-up loads down Aikaal’s throat as they vent their frustrations on the poor Eorzean. Soon enough the soldiers throw her back onto the bed of the machine, tossing her tiny bruised body with cruel ease. Female soldiers take turns mounting her phallic clit, pounding their hips down her sensitive shaft without mercy as those in line explore the limits of her transfigured insides with fist and forearm. Someone gets the idea to stuff their undergarments in her pried-open jaws before pouring water over her hooded features in a slow trickle which makes her chest heave and limps lash out futily beneath the weight of the soldiers riding her cock and straddling her petite torso as they slide their pitiless manhoods between her obscene, leaking breasts. The only relief from her waterboarding comes when those soldiers in line become too horny to wait their turn and tug the sodden cloth from her abused mouth only to turn her throat over for their pleasure once again. The soldiers went for hours, then days, employing the magitek lash across her increasingly discolored flesh when breaking from their violation of Aikaal’s pathetic, humiliated, ecstatic form. Aulus Asina watched and recorded all, preparing a shipment of his favorite highlights to be sent back to Ul’dah and Aikaal’s precious alliance before the month’s end… By the time the Black Mage’s tenure with the Garlean soulworker is up, she is little more than the vessel for a twisted conflict between shame and desire within her. Her treatment in Garlemald had been appalling, pushing her to depths of depravity and heights of alchemically-enhanced pleasure like nothing she had ever experienced before at the mercy of neither beast nor the despicable and irresistible Zenos Galvus himself.  She is delivered back to Ul’dah on dark Garlean wings, walked down the gangplank of one of their airships on all fours clad in nothing but her aether suppressant collar from which a heavy leash is attached, held in the hands of a senior Garlean soldier. Members of the Eorzean Alliance curse her name as she is walked past, spitting in her path and decrying her as the enemy’s feckless whore. Aikaal accepts their condemnation as truth, not even realizing that Aulus has sent all of Ul’dah his recordings of her service as their “cultural envoy”. No, she merely hears their insults, feels the toes of their books dig into her ribs as she crawls by, and knows in her heart that she deserves it. Her Garlean chaperon hands her off to the Alliance, thanking them for her service in showing his shattered empire Eorzea’s commitment to peace and true character. He departs with a chuckle, discarding her leash to the floor where Aikaal huddles in a tiny ball, her small nude body on display before her allies. As soon as the Garlean leaves, they begin hurling further questions, asking how she could so easily give her body over to their former enemy, how she could degrade herself and the reputation of all Eorzea by giving in to her base desires and serving the hated Garleans as little more than a free-use fucktoy. She has no pride left with which to defend herself, she knows nothing beyond how to be used. When the shouted curses and interrogations of her frustrated Alliance allies turns physical, when they grab her and squeeze her, when they spread her legs her and knead her breasts, when they reveal themselves not only disappointed in her, but frustrated and jealous that the Garleans got to taste her body so deeply before them, she smiles. A Roegadyn forces his monstrous member inside of her aching pussy, and it fits, down to the hilt. She smiles. A pair of Hyur milk her ridiculous breasts, practically crushing them in their hands as they marvel at the milky fluid so easily coaxed from her recalibrated flesh. She smiles. A crowd gathers, growing erect as they watch and wait their turn with Aikaal the Black Mage, Aikaal the Empire’s Bitch, betrayer of Eorzea’s pride and savior of the Alliance’s pent-up frustrations in her new role as the People’s Pet… …at least until Aulus summons her again for his next round of terrible, excruciating, wonderful experiments. Oh , she muses, as a fresh wave of soldiers step forth to reinforce those who have just finished with her. What perils boredom can bring.

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Chapter 7 - Collars

“Lord Potter. This is indeed a pleasant surprise,” the black-haired woman manning the counter said, her polite smile widening into a much bigger one as she turned to face her new customer. “Ted will bill your purchases. Thank you for shopping with us,” she said, turning back to the couple in front of her. She gestured to the man at the cash counter by the very entrance of the store, turning back to Harry once they had left with the two unmarked bags on the counter. “I was beginning to think we had done something to displease you and Miss Granger,” Teresa said, grasping the hand he had extended and shaking it warmly. “Nothing of the sort, Teresa. We’ve just been too busy, but I promise we shall be back to being regular customers of your fine establishment soon enough.” “Ah, life! I can understand. Is Miss Granger still working for the justice department?” Teresa asked, walking out from behind the counter. She nodded at one of her employees to take over for her, leading Harry to the private suite she had for her more high-profile and big-spending customers. “She is. A stressful job, but she tackles every challenge with admirable determination.” “Well, I’m sure you know what they say. Behind every successful submissive is a dominant ready to spank the stress out of them,” she said with a wink, leading him inside the room. She shut the door to ensure their privacy, gesturing to one of the several comfortable armchairs dotted around the fireplace. “And your business, Lord Potter?” “Booming,” Harry replied, sinking into one of the chairs with a sigh. “Of course.” The two had always been circumspect about the details of what they actually did. All she knew was that he ran the family business, and his partner was a lawyer attached to the justice department. Which did not surprise her in the slightest. She’d found in her many years of running the most exclusive store and club in London that the rich and powerful were rarely forthcoming about their tastes or backgrounds, desiring above all else to maintain their privacy. She presumed Lord Potter was no different. Unlike some of her competitors, however, she did not deal in scandal and gossip, and she knew that was part of the reason behind her success. Her customers felt safe shopping with her, and she intended to keep things that way. The only reason she had asked was the same reason she made small talk with all her important customers. Personal relations are good for business, she thought, moving to sit in the armchair opposite him. She crossed her legs, leaning back into the cushion and studying him with shrewd brown eyes. “So, you wish to surprise Miss Granger with a present,” she guessed, her smile growing at the shocked expression on his face. “The gift would depend on if it’s your Anniversary or her Birthday, Lord Potter.” “How did you know I wished to surprise her?” “Anticipating the needs of my customers is half my job Lord Potter,” Teresa chuckled, “You have never shopped without her. There’s no reason for that to change unless you’re shopping for someone else or you wish to surprise her. Even with my limited interactions with the two of you, I’ve seen enough to know the two of you are bound for life. It is rare to see such love and conviction between most couples who walk through my doors.” “Hence, the latter.” “Indeed.” Teresa got up, walking over to the small drinks cabinet. “Whiskey, yes?” She asked, pouring out some of the finest she had to offer in two glasses. “Whiskey, no ice,” Harry confirmed. “I do want to surprise her with something, but it isn’t for our anniversary or her birthday. I am thinking of collaring her.” “A formal collaring?” “Indeed,” Harry answered, accepting the glass from her. Teresa returned to her armchair, a genuine smile on her face. “That is wonderful news, sir. You are here to look at collar designs today then, I gather?” “I am. Something worthy of her, but also comfortable enough that she can wear it for long periods of time with ease. I am also looking for advice and help with the ceremony itself.” Teresa nodded, picking up the small silver bell from the table next to her and ringing it. “Enter,” she said in response to the knock on the door. “Ah, Arthur,” she said, turning to the man standing in the doorway. “I am not to be disturbed for an hour. If I have any appointments, cancel them.” “Yes ma’am,” Arthur replied, nodding and shutting the door behind him as he left. “Well, Lord Potter,” Teresa said, raising her glass for a sip. “I am all yours. What do you need help with? Or should we get the business of the collars out of the way?” “Collars? I would need more than one?” “Yes. A collar is a symbol of a sacred bond, much like a wedding ring. The two often carry similar meanings,” Teresa explained, getting up and walking to the bookshelf next to the fireplace. “Now, of course, collars are used as fashion statements and in wider kink, much like rings may be worn without signifying marriage. But if you go through the formal act of collaring someone, you are making a serious commitment. Will you also be proposing to Miss Granger?” “Yes. We want the best of both worlds.” “Understandable,” Teresa replied, placing the three catalogs in her hands on the coffee table in front of Harry. “Now, just as one would not take off their wedding ring except under extraordinary circumstances, so too must a sub treat their collar after their ceremony. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, only to be removed in the most extraordinary of circumstances or with the prior permission of their dominant.” She picked up her glass again, swirling the amber liquid inside it before taking a sip. “In a perfect world, this would cause no issues. In the world we live in, especially in a job such as the one Miss Granger holds, wearing a collar such as-” She pointed to the collar on the page Harry had opened the catalog to, “that one would undoubtedly draw attention.” “The solution?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “The catalog to your left Lord Potter. We call them Day Collars. We fashion collars in the form of necklaces, whose significance is known to the couple and anyone else in the know, but which, for all intents and purposes, will appear as a necklace to the uninitiated public. If you have one made in addition to the actual collar you will order, Miss Granger can safely carry out the commitment she makes to you without any uncomfortable and intrusive questions from her coworkers.” “What’s the third catalog for? Night collars?” Harry teased. “Wedding rings, Lord Potter,” Teresa replied with a smile, “I would offer to make a night collar for Miss Granger, but I suspect you’d rather have something else around her neck at night. Say, your hand?” Harry chuckled. “You’re incorrigible,” he said, to which Teresa only bowed her head in acceptance. “Are the rest of your preparations for the ceremony finished?” she asked, watching him flip through pages, studying the various collar designs she had on offer. “I want to pick out the collar and find a location first. I actually have an appointment to check out a potential location in Remington Garden for the ceremony at noon,” Harry replied, studying the design for a day collar that had caught his attention. It was a simple platinum necklace, with a small silver ring similar in design to the ones they had in their current collars in the middle. Simple, discreet, non-obtrusive. Perfect for his future wife to wear to work. “This one,” he said, passing the book to her. “A splendid choice. Planning on an outdoor ceremony?” she asked, marking his choice with a small dog ear on the page before keeping the catalog aside. “It is one of the options we are considering.” “Ah. The trial is to be something related to exhibitionism or humiliation, then?” Teresa asked, watching him flip through the pages of the book that held the designs for regular collars. “The trial?” Harry looked up at her with a frown. “Every collaring ceremony is accompanied by a trial, Lord Potter. A test of the submissive’s dedication to the new role they are committing themselves to, and of the Dominant’s devotion to their submissive. It usually focuses on one particular kink, something that forms the core of that couple’s relationship,” Teresa explained. She cared about the man in front of her and his girlfriend more than most of her customers. They had patronized her shop since the very beginning of their relationship, always kind and courteous and ever so gracious in asking for help and advice. “I see. The book I read didn’t mention any of this.” “I’m afraid some truly horrible reading material is flooding the market these days. I am always available to help and guide in any way I can, and I am more than happy to officiate the ceremony if you desire.” “I think I… We would like that Teresa,” Harry nodded, before returning his attention to picking out a collar that would suit his soon to be wife. “Let me know the date you choose, and I shall clear my calendar,” Teresa replied, accepting the book from him. She studied the collar he had picked out, her smile growing. The simple scarlet colored leather collar suited them perfectly in her opinion. “Would you like me to add the customary teardrop emerald you usually order with your collars to its ring Lord Potter? Detachable, of course.” “Yes, but make this a real emerald. The finest one you can find.” “I shall spare no expense. Now, about the wedding ring?” “Unfortunately I will not be buying that from you Teresa.” “I quite understand. May I suggest Rhode and Mingle Jewelers on Fleet Street? They do have the most exquisite collection of wedding rings.” “You misunderstand me. We won’t be buying one at all. Before Hermione’s mother… passed,” he took a deep breath before continuing, “she gave her daughter her wedding ring.” “Miss Granger wishes to wear the same to honor her mother’s memory,” Teresa said, her curiosity growing as the man shifted uncomfortably at her words. There was a deeper story there, but she was wise enough not to probe any further. “That is very touching. I will start work on these collars immediately. I should have them ready for you by Saturday.” “Thank you,” Harry said, draining the remaining whiskey in his glass. He set the glass on the table next to the untouched catalogue of wedding rings, before getting to his feet. He extended his hand, which Teresa briefly shook. “You have given me much to think about.” “About the ceremony?” “The ceremony, its location and the trial in particular.” Harry nodded. “As I’ve said, the trial must be something that has deep significance to the two of you, and to your relationship. Give me a minute, I may have something that may help.” She set her own glass on the table beside her, before getting up and walking through the door that led to her office. Browsing through her private bookshelf, she located the book she was searching for, retrieving it for the young couple. “This book was written by someone who has been happily leading this kind of life for the last fifteen years. It may prove insightful,” she said, handing the book titled ‘Collared: My Life’ to the man when she returned. “And of course, should you require more assistance, advice or equipment for your ceremony, I am but a phone call away. This entire store is at your service, Lord Potter.” “Thank you,” Harry said, handing her the check he must have pulled out from his jacket. She looked down at the amount. Five hundred pounds, more than half of what the collars would cost him. Another reason why I like the lad. Never stingy about money when it comes to her. “It’s the advance payment for the collars.” “Thank you. Have a good day and I hope your hunt for a suitable location for the ceremony is fruitful,” she said, leading him out of the the private room. She watched as he left the shop, smiling at the genuine joy on his face.  She’s lucky to have him, and he, her. All completed chapters of the story will be immediately published on my Patreon. So if you enjoy my writing and want to support it, check it out. Patrons get access to chapters weeks before release, a vote in what ships/ideas/kinks I write in my stories and many more perks. My Patreon!

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Chapter 0 - Crossdressing meets Shapeshifting

An adventurer is used to sleeping in less-than-ideal conditions. A bedroll on hard earth, and a tent above if they’re lucky. A room at an inn whenever they make it to a town, though it’s a roll of the dice if your mattress will have bed bugs if there is a mattress at all. The occasional night at a brothel or at the home of some wealthy patron, but such opportunities are either expensive or far-between. It is no wonder then that the quartet of adventurers known as the Hag Hunters, having cleared out an abandoned manor of some minor foes, decided to stay a while. The pilfered bedchambers were more or less intact, and much of the damaged furniture fit nicely into the grand fireplaces located throughout the manse without much coaxing.  Currently, two of the Hag Hunters occupy the looted master bedchamber - a pink-haired Halfling male, svelt for his species, and a tall Changeling dressed in an ensemble somewhere between “dashing rogue” and “street performer”, complete with a full-face mask with a bifurcated black and white design. Currently, they have shifted into a rather buxom female form, but they’re not one to spend too long living in either side of the spectrum. The Changeling sits on a recovered stool, prodding at the remains of a small end table slowly turning to ash in the fireplace. “Aahh, what’s taking them so long!” The Halfling breaks the silence as he sends a discarded book skating across the floor with the side of his foot. “Graaty and Cookie said they wouldn’t take long to follow up their little ‘investigation’, but it’s been hours! I bet you the only thing they’re investigating is each other. What do you think about that, Izalco?” The Changeling shrugs, their expression unreadable behind the mask. “Any manner of thing could be keeping them, Oleander. They’ll return when they return.” The Halfling huffs at his companion’s measured response, watching their back for any reaction before shortly growing bored and turning to rummage through a once-gilded wardrobe, one of the few with its doors still intact. “Ooh!”, he exclaims, tossing pieces of finery aside as he digs for whatever prize caught his eye. “Those jerks who looted the place clearly had no eye for fashion! Wait until you get a load of this .” By the time Izalco turns to behold whatever marvel Oleander has found, over, the Halfling has already scampered from the room, taking his hand-me-down treasure with him. They briefly consider following, but knowing Oleander, if he’s excited about something then he won’t be able to help but share. They return to tending the fire, adding an ottoman cushion and a few chair legs to the blaze. “Oh, Izzyyy~” Not five minutes have passed before Oleander’s bright-cheeked face peeks around the bedroom door, calling to the patient Changeling with a cloying tone. They turn again, cocking their head ever so slightly. Oleander’s face retreats for a moment before the Halfling bounds into the room with a beaming grin, skipping across the worn wood with bare feet before twirling into an arms-wide gesture punctuated with a bright “Tah-dah!”. His usual adventuring gear is gone, replaced by a delicate pink garment that hugs his trim body from its plunging neckline to the tight leotard “v” straining to contain his package down below. Light, lacy frills adorn every edge, including a small skirt-like fringe around the waist of only a few short inches in length. “Looks like the lady of the house was a dancer! Or maaaybe this was a special treat for her husband? Oh my, I bet they got up to all sorts of gross things in here, hm~?” Izalco eyes him up for a moment, before stating simply, “That look suits you.” They turn away again. Another huff from Oleander at the rejection of his rather obvious ploy for attention before skipping over to Izalco’s back, leaning over their shoulder. “Come onnn , Izzy. Don’t you want to put this to use?” Another few seconds of silence is too much for the impatient Halfling to bear, and he spins on the heel of his foot to face the door. “Fine! If you won’t appreciate me, maybe the boys in town wi-wha??”  Oleander finds his retreat arrested by two long arms draped suddenly over his shoulders from behind. Izalco looms tall behind him, their prodigious bosom resting upon the Halfling’s head. “Did you think I would let you get away with such a brazen tease, Oleander?” The Changeling’s gloved hands skate across his exposed neck, snaking beneath the frilled edge of his top to give his pert nipples a firm, reprimanding squeeze which draws a gasp from his mouth. “It’s a bit blatant, even for you.” With the Changeling’s voice in his ears threatened to be muffled out by the breasts squeezing soft and insistent around the back of his head, it’s little surprise that Izalco finds his member already swelling within the sheer satin prison of his purloined undergarments. Leaving one hand to continue caressing at Oleander’s toned chest, Izalco plunges the other into the Halfling’s panties and grips his growing cock tight around the base. “You should be careful what you wish for”, they state plainly, giving his shafting a slow stroke across its length before pushing the panties down below his smooth, straining balls and letting his member pop free into the open air. “If your desires are too obvious, someone might… take advantage of them.” “Izzy, wait…”, Oleander moans, his body going rigid as the supple material of the Changeling’s glove traces across the veins of his throbbing manhood. Izalco holds their hand delicately around Oleander’s cock, barely grazing the heat of his skin as they tease him. “Hmm?”, they state, pressing themself further into the Halfling’s back until he is forced to take a stumbling step, then another, until the much taller Changeling has cornered him against the wall. Izalco grips tight again, driving their hand down Oleander’s shaft and causing him to bend over with another plaintive moan and forcing him to throw his hands forward for support.  “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To put your dress to use, to get a little attention? I always have time for you, Oleander, when you need it.” Izalco begins to stroke the Halfling in earnest, causing his entire body to squirm and shudder beneath them as a steady stream of precum beads and oozes forth from his swollen head, dripping to the floor in hypnotic shining strings as his cock jerk up and down in the Changeling’s hand. He begins panting, always weak in his partner’s hands, small yips and moans breaking up the pace of his breathing as Izalco’s free fingers find their way around his chest to tickle and tantalize his flesh.  “Izzy, please… I’m gonna cum…”, he begs through nearly-gritted teeth, feeling his edge approaching fast and entirely out of control. But the Changeling adjusts their pace, responding to his heaving body, altering the pressure of their grip and the speed of their stroke to keep him dancing just outside the edge of orgasm. “Not until you apologize.”, they state, as if administering to an unruly child. “Wh-wha? Apologize for what? Please, Izzy, I’m so close!” The Changeling moves down to grip his balls firmly, gently tugging them away from his shaking body. “Apologize for thinking I didn’t care. And for not asking when you needed my attention.” Oleander groans, his cock pulsing as it strains stiffer and stiffer to eke out any ounce of extra pleasure to push him over the edge. “Come on, that’s silly! I’m not -ahn- I’m not going to beg!” Izalco gives his smooth, swollen balls a gentle tap before returning to his shaft once more, maintaining their measured pace. “You will. Won’t you?” Another minute passes, an eternity to the small, quaking Halfling. “F-fine! Please, Izzy, will you let me cum now? I’m sorry! I’m so-ho-horry~”, he cracks at last, dewey teardrops misting the corners of his eyes. “I’m sorry for doubting you, for playing games, so please - let me cum!” The Changeling’s response is silent but for the audible slapping between Oleander’s legs as they increase the pace of their strokes, their gloved palm collecting the Halfling’s precum to lubricate his aching shaft as they jerk him off with a practiced rhythm. Oleander’s balls pull tight against his body as his hips push further and further forward of their own accord, until suddenly: “Fffuck! Fuck, I’m cumming!” Bright, pearly seed shoots from his twitching cock in thick ropes, slapping wet against the wall and floor in an impressive cascade that belies the Halfling’s size. His exclamations of pleasure deteriorate into a garbled mess of syllables as he pulses every ounce of built-up pleasure through his shaft while Izalco’s hand strokes him all the while until his member is a sticky, cummy mess left twitching in their palm. With barely any strength left in his slender frame, Oleander releases a sigh of relief and makes to slump toward the soiled floor. “Nuh-uh.”, Izalco chides, catching the beleaguered Halfling’s weight in their arms and hoisting them off the ground. “You’re not done yet.” They spin Oleander around to face them, propping his back against the wall as they hoist his legs around their waist before supporting his hips to keep him suspended. As Oleander looks on through bleary eyes, Izalco’s form begins to shift according to their rare skill - the Changeling’s breasts recede, giving way to a broad, powerful chest, their proportions adjust as their shoulders broaden, the ratio of their waist and hips smooths out, and perhaps most relevant to the flush Halfling in their arms, a bulge appears in their trousers, growing larger and larger until an erect cock snakes out of the waistline of its own accord, swelling to an impressive girth.  The now masculine Izalco maneuvers the tip of his quivering cock beneath the panties stretched around Oleander’s thighs, placing the raw heat of it insistently against the tight pucker of his asshole. They pause, tilting their mask ever-so-slightly as they ask, “Are you ready?”. Oleander bites his lower lip submissively, nodding with an affirmative moan as Izalco pushes themself against his muscular ring. The fat head of their cock pops past his quivering entrance and soon the rippling warmth of Oleander’s insides wrap around inch after inch of his partner’s cock as they slowly bury their entire shaft to the root within him. Oleander moans while Izalco’s breathing grows heavy, as they both readjust to the familiar pleasure of filling and being filled so completely. The Changeling’s thumb wanders up from Oleander’s hip to caress the slight bump in his flat stomach made by the massive cock within before they slowly draw it out until only the tip remains gripped in his tight squeezed hole - then, they begin to fuck him in earnest. Powerful thrusts elicit a small yip from Oleander each time his deepest points are hit, as Izalco studies the flush in his face and the heaving of his stomach to subtly adjust each follow-up assault on his plump rump, playing their smaller partner’s body like a writhing fiddle with rod-stiff cock as the bow. “Izzy, Izzy! Fuck, it’s too much! I can’t take iiit~!” Oleander moans in their arms, squeezing his eyes shut as he shakes his head from side to side. The Changeling leans in close, looming over the smaller figure, their voice soft and sure as they speak while remaining buried within him all the while. “Nonsense. I know exactly what you can take. This is how you like it, isn’t it?” Oleander gasps in pleasure again before letting his mouth hang open, his tongue threatening to loll out the side. “B-but -mm!- I feel like I’m going to go crazyyy! It’s too much, it’s too good!” Izalco silences his protests with a vigorous thrust that takes the wind from his chest as their own breath quickens. “I’ll be done soon, I’m going to cum. Shall I…?” The Halfling throws one of his arms across his face, covering his eyes in embarrassment. “I-inside… Inside, please! I want to feel it, Izzy. I want to feel you cum, please!” Izalco obliges with a muted grunt, accelerating their pace before ending with a deep thrust inside as their heavy balls unload their eager cargo into Oleander’s belly. The Halfling cries out with distressed delight as the hot, sticky semen fill him up in powerful spurts, spreading across every inch of his insides until it spills out past the straining ring of his asshole and the base of Izalco’s thick cock buried within it in to run down his rosy cheeks and spill to mix with his mess below. Izalco sighs with profound relief as they release their affection for the tricksy Halfling through their shapeshifted manhood. After keeping the two of them joined a short while, Izalco finally withdraws from Oleander’s gaping hole, letting the remains of the creampie spill free before stepping back toward the fire and lowering themself down to the floor while resting the thoroughly-fucked Halfling down in their lap to recover. As Izalco gently strokes Oleander’s candy-colored hair, he wipes the mist from his eyes to find his face mere inches from the Changeling’s mighty, cummy cock, still towering tall and hard in their lap. He reaches up to trace a fingertip across its slick surface, causing the member to twitch of its own accord. “Uhm… You know, Izzy… Graaty and Cookie might be gone for a while. If you wanted to, uhm… go again…” The Changeling places their gloved hands on either side of Oleander’s flushed cheeks, tilting his face up toward their placid mask. “You’re getting better. Very well.” The Halfling grins. All according to his plan….

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Chapter 0 - Love Potion

The alchemist and adventurer known as E carefully sifts through a metal tray containing a variety of knifelike monster fangs and wickedly hooked claws, choosing a three-inch-long specimen to be shaved down and pounded into a fine powder. He would rather be back at his home laboratory to work on more esoteric concoctions than using the facilities at the main Hunters’ Guild office to produce simple tinctures enhancing natural armor and weaponry, but too many days shirking his official duties lead to a severe dressing down from Fenra, the commanding officer of his branch. He’d rather spend a week or two keeping his head down and getting work done than risk the wrath of that seven-foot-tall canine.  As E turns to the mortar and pestle (nowhere near as nice as his back home, he notes), the walls and shelves of the lab shudder as a loud bang reverberates through the hall outside followed by a yell from several rooms down: “The nerve of her! Ugh!!” E shrinks down in his chair, recognizing the voice as Fenra’s and not wishing to draw any attention to himself. Whatever or whomever just crossed her desk seems to have worked her up, as the sound of her slamming open the door to her office sends another rumble throughout the structure of the poor building. Unfortunately for E, the furious stomping that follows seems to be headed directly for the lab. He sighs preemptively, not seeing a way out of whatever she has in store for him. “E!”, his boss yells as she throws the laboratory doors open with a bang. Her eyes narrow as they track across the large space before finally settling on a shock of bright green hair huddling behind a collection of glass gizmos and apparatuses. “There you are! Quit slouching behind that science crap, I’ve got an assignment for you.” Called out and with nowhere to run, E slowly emerges from around the desk. His boss towers over him, her furry ears standing up in agitation above a curtain of rough-chopped, pale blue hair that frames her tan face before cascading down her back. Her rather severe uniform black includes an officer’s cap and cape, along with thigh-high boots and full-length arm gloves which would leave little of her body exposed if not for the absolute territory revealed by her miniature skirt or the buxom cleavage straining against a top that couldn’t be fully buttoned if she trained. A black leather collar completes her ensemble but to E it reads more as “beware of dog” than it does “good girl”. “Yes? Er.. yes, ma’am?” E makes a conscious effort to seem a little small, a little busy, hoping whatever “assignment” she has can be foisted off onto some other unfortunate guildie. It doesn’t work. “I received a most… troubling letter today. From my mother.” Oh dear. “After months of telling her I’m in a committed relationship with the intention of getting her off my back , she has taken it upon herself to meet my significant other.” E’s eyebrows shoot up to hear her explanation. Based on her tirade he thought maybe it was one of her superiors or perhaps some other bureaucrat interfering in Guild business as usual. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone, boss. What’s the problem, then?” He asks, immediately regretting the innocent question as Fenra’s eyebrows point down like daggers and she stomps a heavy booted foot against the floor. “The problem , E, is that I'm NOT seeing anyone! And I think she's calling my bluff, curse her. The solution is that you’re being assigned as my date for dinner with my parents the night after tomorrow. You’re to report to the town center tomorrow at noon so that we may rehearse our relationship. This dinner must go flawlessly and I know how you are with… acting.”  E glances side to side, seeking any escape he can as he avoids his looming boss’s stern gaze. “Well, I, err… There’s so much work to be done here and I’m not so sure that’s an acceptable use of Guild time and resources…” Fenra’s hands fall on his shoulders, squeezing firmly as she brings her face in close above his, a cloying smile plastered across her features that would seem sweet if it wasn’t so empty. “E. I’m hoping I made myself clear.” With little effort, she lifts him bodily off the ground and holds him level to her height, leaving his feet to dangle. “This is a direct order. Tomorrow, at noon. Do I make myself clear?” He nods, forcing down a nervous gulp. “Good.” She drops him to the floor, leaving him in a pile as she heads for the hall, pausing to cock her head over her shoulder. “Oh, and E? Wear something nice for once.” The door slams and E picks himself up with a much longer, much more weary sigh. Later that evening, E has traded one lab for another as he focuses on some of his personal experiments back home. Far from the relaxing pastime it usually is, however, he finds his thoughts clouded with dread at the idea of running through such a ridiculous charade with his overwhelming boss. Wear something nice? Spend a day rehearsing for an inevitably awkward family dinner? Certainly not in his typical wheelhouse. He hears footsteps, someone coming home. “Aya, is that you? Rebby? Who’s there?” he calls out, hoping for some sort of distraction, perhaps an out from this impending “official business”. A flash of golden hair fills the doorway as a pale, statuesque woman peers around the corner in response. Rebby, a powerful vampire and another woman inhumanely tall and difficult to deal with in her own way.  “What’s up, E? Spill some acid on your trousers or something?” she jests, crooking a sideways grin. “No, Rebby, nothing like that. Listen, I’ve got this… assignment from Fenra tomorrow, and I was wondering… well, any way you could help me get out of it? Start eating townsfolk, maybe light a church on fire or something?” She chuckles, not taking his request seriously for even an instant. “Sorry hun, but I’m gonna be tied up tomorrow.” She rolls her eyes upward and puts a finger on her chin in mock thought before adding, “Well, Aya is the one who’ll be tied up. I’ve got some plans for her that may or may not involve several meters of silk rope, a dozen candles, a tray of ice cubes… You get the picture. Either way, we’ll be busy all day. Suck it up and do your job for once, yeah?” E groans, reclining in his chair in exaggerated despair. “I guess you leave me no choice. Wait, what’s that about Aya?” Rebby giggles before skipping away down the hall, calling out behind her, “Sorry, girls only! Have fun, big boy!” He shakes his head. Typical Rebby. After a restless sleep with neither Rebby or Aya around to comfort him, E gets dressed in his finest approximation of “nice, yet casual” and packs a few special goodies if Fenra turns out to be too much to handle. He is soon interrupted on his way to the officially designated meeting point as the voice of his boss calls out, “E! Oh my, aren’t you looking nice today!" Dressed in a casual sky-blue sweater with open shoulders, she towers over him still as she approaches from a side street. Her typical sour expression is replaced with a wide, closed-eyed smile as she reaches out to pat him on the head and says, "Oh my, I'm just so glad you could make it. I was worried you might bail on our little date! Quickly now, why don't you take me to brunch before anyone from work spots us out and about - I'd hate to have to revise our policy on fraternizing." Taken aback by her overnight transformation from stiff-lipped officer to sweet (if overbearing) girlfriend, E needs a moment to regain his composure before calmly clearing his throat, extending a hand to her’s, and elegantly gesturing away from the town center with the other. “You look lovely, Fenra. I believe I have a place in mind already.” She beams from ear to fluffy ear as she gives him a squeeze that lifts his feet off the ground and leaves his head buried in her wool-clad cleavage. “Oh how lovely! Lead the way, good sir!” Trapped in a realm of warm, soft darkness, E mumbles into her chest, “Of course. As soon as you put me down, that is.” She drops back to earth and clasps her hands in front of her, a bashful blush creeping across her tan cheeks. “Oh yes! Hee, sorry. A bit excited is all, it’s been such a while since I’ve done this.” Realizing that it may not have been a mistake to pack some backup in his bag, E hooks his arm under her wrist as they head off together.  At a cozy joint in town, E is unsurprised to find himself sitting across from a large platter of food with Fenra somewhere behind it. It’s a pleasant time as they eat, however, as he eases into making small talk with the hitherto unseen side of his boss - she genuinely seems into the “date” charade, with no pretense of strategy or attack plans against her mother’s wiles like he was expecting. “You know, E: it’s actually nice to spend time with you outside of work. I feel like I barely see you anymore,” she says around a large sandwich positioned between them. “I can barely see you right now, Fenra,” he retorts dryly, lifting the corner of his mouth to drive home the lighthearted tease. “But oh,” she continues, pointedly ignoring his interjection, “remember when I first found you? Tucked away in some dreadful lab, why I think you’d be sick of such places by now. We were together for a while after that, weren’t we?” Ruminating on his past isn’t exactly E’s favorite pastime. An orphan, rescued from a laboratory by a fierce and frightening canine woman, not having a place or a purpose of his own, aside from… “We were together because you decided to train me as a monster hunter, remember?” Fenra’s ears perk and her eyes light up with inner fire as she clenches her silverware tight in passionate remembrance. “Yes, it was so much fun! Wouldn’t you agree?” E rolls his eyes. “Your training regime was brutal and unforgiving. I came closer to death then than I ever have as a monster hunter.” He meant to merely state a fact, but seeing Fenra’s expression turn blue at his words makes one thing clear to him: he doesn’t want to upset her, and that surprises him. “But no, I didn’t mean it like- look, Fenra. You took me in when no one else would, and you made something of me. You never gave up at any step of the way, so… thank you for that.” Her eyes soften, her smile returns. “Oh, I’m so happy to hear you say that! And now you’re a fine young man, eh? I am proud of you.” They exchange a warm glance for a moment before E dips his head towards his plate, muttering, “It was hell, though.” Fenra nudges his shin under the table, her plastered wide. “What was that, dear?” E sighs. “Nothing, dear .” They pause for a beat before laughing in tandem. After brunch finds the two of them enjoying a pleasant walk through a nearby park, followed by a stroll downtown for some window shopping. To E’s surprise, his date seems to have abandoned all worry of being spotted together by anyone who may recognize them, and the way she clings to his side and nuzzles her chin against his head at every pause seems, well… genuine. He quickly finds himself warming to her touch, his heart rising when she laughs at his deadpan jokes, his glances meeting her’s more and more frequently. By the time evening falls, Fenra suggests a nice restaurant nearby and he gladly accepts. “This was nice, E. Really. I’m sorry I roped you into it the way I did, but… Well, I wasn’t expecting to have so much fun. To be this happy. I know I can be a lot to deal with most of the time, but I really do like you. More than I realized, I think.” E considers her expression from across their table. Warm, affectionate, the smiling mask from that morning gone entirely. But her eyes… she wants to hear something, and he is sure, too, that he wants to say it. “Fenra… this day has been wonderful, and all a bit sudden for me… but I do feel the same, I think.”  She deflates a bit with relief, before perking up again and leaning across the table to stage whisper, “You know… our date doesn’t have to end here. We could always... head back to my place?” His eyes shoot wide as she punctuates her implication with a boot placed against his inner thigh beneath the tablecloth. This was the woman who practically raised him. His gorgeous, fluffy, seven-foot-tall wolf-eared superior officer. A wolfish grin spreads across her face as she watches him wrestle with the sudden invitation. “Let me show you how much I care,” she adds, tilting her head forward as the toe of her boot presses between his legs. E pokes at his food, acutely aware of the swelling in his trousers, a growing pressure she certainly can’t miss. Her wide shoulders and impressive bust seem to block out the restaurant behind her, he can only see Fenra, looming close, offering herself to him… or rather, inviting him to offer himself up. Without a word, he leans forward to meet her, planting a kiss on her lips that is met with a tongue thrust forcefully into his mouth as they both melt into the moment. When they finally break away, he is breathless, flushed, and as stiff as a rod. “Good boy,” Fenra chuckles, before settling back into her chair and waving for the check.  “So,” E posits, finding himself somehow back at Fenra’s home, kneeling on her bed. Seated before him is Fenra, close and warm, his hands on her shoulders after she not-so-subtly indicated he should give her a massage. “So,” Fenra repeats, almost chiding, “I think you should kiss me again.” Taking her advice, he beside and embraces her fully, barely holding himself above her chest as it threatens to smother him again. His tongue explores hers, tentatively at first, until she wraps her arms around him to draw him in deeper, pulling him against her body as she moans into his mouth, feeling every corner of it her tongue can reach. They break away only to breathe before diving in again, their heady lust building beneath a blanket of shared compassion. As they make out, Fenra takes hold of E’s hands, guiding them across her body much as she held them to guide his stance when she first taught him to hold a blade all those years ago. But rather than placing a dull training sword in his grip, she slips his fingers beneath her sweater to trace her stomach, taut and defined from years of training, leading them upward to meet her heavy breasts, so often confined by her prim uniform, now quickly freed of their prison as she uses his wrists to lift her top and bra up and over her head before she peels it off the rest of the way and tosses it to the floor.  The sight of her exposed body is riveting to E as he drinks in every line of her toned, fit form. From the defined strength of her shoulders to a chest that would put any of his friends at home to shame, down her flat belly to see a peek of an elaborate tattoo that glows with a faint purple light beneath the waist of her pants. “Is that…” he begins, his eyes glued to the curious design, before being cut off: “A gift for being a descendent of Fenrir. Why don’t you get on your knees and take a closer look, love.” She spreads her knees apart and motions to the floor between them with the utmost confidence that he won’t hesitate to oblige. She is correct. On his knees before her, E watches attentively as Fenra lifts her hips and slips her bottoms off around one ankle, fully revealing the wolf tattoo glowing above a soft tuft of blue hair which crowns a bubblegum pink pussy. He has only a moment to contemplate the sheer beauty of the sight before her hand takes hold of his head from behind and pushes his mouth against her dripping lips, grinding his face into her mound with gentle but insistent pressure. “Good boy, E. You know I love it when you listen to me.” Already her breathing is heavy as she holds him against her, the muscles in her legs going taut as she uses him to release a tension way past due. To E’s credit, he does his best to keep up with the growing thrust of her hips and the inescapable grip he’s caught between, working his tongue across the length of her slit with each motion before pushing it inside of her when her body moves forward to meet him. When he’s given enough leeway to breathe, he quickly attacks her clit, sucking on the sensitive nub and causing her core to shiver with electric stimulation.  “Oh fuck, E! You naughty boy, I didn’t train you to do that .” She gasps again as he nibbles at her lips, and he takes advantage of her lapse to plant a barrage of quick kisses across her inner thigh. “Although now I’m thinking I really should have sooner - oh!” While Fenra is busy talking, E moves his hands up, one to clasp at her hip, his fingers digging into the firm curve of her toned butt while the other comes up to aid his mouth as he hooks his thumb inside of her slick hole, tugging just enough to meet the resistance of her warm, muscular wall as he continues to make out with her clit above. “Mmfuck, fuck, E, I’m gonna- Fuck, I love you!” Fenra kicks her legs out stiff as she cums hard against him, a gush of hot fluid spraying drenching his chin and chest as she squirts with a wordless cry suspiciously close to a howl before finally collapsing back onto the bed quivering and soaked in sweat.  Finally free to move, E rises to his feet and examples the nude, panting woman laying before him, from the tips of her toes to her dripping wet thighs, from the hypnotic rise and fall of her chest to the top of her fluffy ears. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you with your legs wrapped around my ears. It almost sounded like ‘I love you’,” he teases, crawling onto the mattress and over her to stare into her misty eyes. “What I said was: lose the pants, boy.” Rallying quickly from her orgasm, Fenra flips herself on top of him, planting his back to the covers as she straddles his hips. E awkwardly kicks his trousers off beneath her before she walks forward on her knees to pin his arms beneath them, settling her steaming cunt against the tip of his vigorously throbbing shaft. “I didn’t come to realize I have feelings for you only to not ride the absolute shit out of this cock. But I want to hear you say it first. Say it, and I’ll give you the ride of your life, boy.” She towers over him, stern yet earnest, each drip from her wet pussy causing his cock to jump, her entire body tight with coiled anticipation. Finally, E sighs before smiling up at her. “I love you too, Fenra.” That’s all she needed to hear. To say E didn’t stand a chance is an understatement. Pinned beneath Fenra’s large frame, he is entirely at her mercy as she slams her powerful hips down on his cock again and again. Her breasts bounce and bob above him with each wild motion, so close yet so painfully far as he is unable to free his hands to grope them. The canine’s eyes are filled with animal passion as she uses his thick, throbbing shaft to get herself off, her pupils fixated on a point beyond E’s head as she hungrily powers toward another orgasm on the lap of her new lover. She cries out again as her entire body shudders, her pussy pulsing tight around E’s cock as she cums, stimulating him to meet her as his soaking wet balls pull tight against his body and he fills her with an explosive, pent-up load that quickly overflows her flushed cunt to drool down his shaft as she falls on top of him, panting like a dog.  Far from spent himself and certain she’ll rally again, E takes advantage of her state to plant a quick kiss on her sweat-streaked neck before rolling her aside and swinging himself off the bed to rummage through his things. “Oh? What have you got there, loverboy?” Fenra coos from the mattress, propping herself up on her side to display her full, statuesque figure. E produces a bottle in one hand containing a dull, ochre-color liquid. “I’ve been working on a tonic to replace my Orc Vigor. It was designed for combating dangerous monsters, but in this case I think I’m going to need it.” He reveals the contents of his other hand to her: a dog collar in black leather, with a stylized bone charm for a tag and a length of sturdy leash. “And this was meant to be a gift for you, although I never imagined I’d be the one to put it to use.” Fenra eyes the collar with playful horror, throwing her hands up as if to ward the thing away. “No no no, there’s no way you’re making me wear that! ” E downs his potion in response, grinning cruelly as he wipes his mouth. “We’ll see about that.” As he approaches her, E’s muscles swell to a heightened degree, veins tracing across his smooth skin as his half-flaccid cock shoots erect, throbbing intently and iron-stiff in front of him. Fenra playfully attempts to ward him off only to meet startling, unforgiving strength. Even as she gives her all, she is helpless in his hands as he gathers her arms behind her back and holds them together by the wrists while he fastens the collar around her neck from behind. “E, you’re so… I didn’t realize you could do this! ” Before she can say any more, she finds her face pushed down into the pillows before E releases her arms and takes a firm grip around the base of her tail to tug her ass upwards toward him. “It’s my turn to really show you how I feel. I’ll make sure your body never forgets this.” Fenra has never experienced being at the mercy of anyone before, and as E’s fat cock spreads her hungry cunt wide she feels a serene bliss at the realization that she doesn’t mind giving him total control. Her body can barely fit his enhanced erection as he barely bottoms out deep within her, slamming against her walls with a dull, pleasant soreness that mingles with the pleasure spreading across over every inch of her pussy within and without, his massive balls swollen by his tincture slapping loud against her clit with each thrust. She feels as if she can lose herself completely in this sensation, a fucktoy for the man she loves, a single point of pleasure existing in space, until E yanks back on her leash, pulling her head from the pillows and refocusing her on the reality of every grunt, every moan, every creak of her bed as he pounds away at her from behind. Sharp smacks rain down across her smooth ass, burning hot handprints against her shiny tan flesh. She feels faint, the black leather around her neck pushing into her throat just enough with each tug to send her brain spiraling into heady, half-conscious bliss. His thrusts grow faster and she hears him growl behind her. She’s desperate to look into his eyes, to see his face as he owns her body with his cock, but suddenly she falls face-first into the pillows again as he releases her leash and grabs each side of her hips for one final series of jackhammer thrusts as he hurtles past the edge of no return. With one final grunt, he buries his full length into her, releasing another load of thick, potent seed into the churning mess of spent cum and her own juices which fill every last cranny of her well-fucked cunt and send her into a new series of orgasmic contractions. Without hesitation, E withdraws himself from her as soon as the first three most violent spurts are done, clambering over Fenra’s body to grab her by the hair and twist her head to face his trembling member. Instinctively, she opens her mouth, and he shoves his cock into her throat as his balls continue to pump a steady flow of gooey semen from his ultra-sensitive head. The pair of them shudder and moan as they ride out their aftershocks together, with Fenra grabbing E’s butt firmly to ensure she gets every last drop before finally gagging him back out of her mouth and diligently cleaning his shaft with her tongue. Later, as they lay together in each other’s arms, hands held and lips locked as they lazily explore each other’s bodies in the aftermath of their sudden passion, Fenra breaks away, her collar jingling with the movement. “So, uhm… E. Do you have any more of that potion?” He does. The next day, after much love and little sleep and a long shower together which itself required its own shower to clean up from, the two of them stand outside of the home of Fenra’s mother. Each dressed properly for a dinner date, each nervous to meet her parents together. They pause at the door. “We didn’t really have time to rehearse this, didn’t we,” E states, matter-of-factly. Fenra looks down at him, her eyes soft as she places her hands on his cheeks, gently tilting his head toward hers. “I don’t think we have to rehearse anything, do we? I mean… isn’t this real?” She leans down, placing her lips on his. The kiss is sweet, short, and unguarded. “You’re right. Let’s go meet the parents.”

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Chapter 0 - Tempered and Taken in Southern Thanalan

The city-state of Ul’dah, bedecked in silks and anointed with spices, rose in concentric circles amongst the arid bluffs of Central Thanalan like a squat jewel, teeming with thronged masses amidst the throes of commerce. It was an easy place to earn a fortune and an easier place to lose to one, a deadly game of supply and demand that brought a great many to its shaded streets and market stalls. Anything, it was said, could be bought or sold in Ul’dah, and no small amount of adventurers sought to sell their sword arms alongside the city’s other services, just another way for one to risk one’s life for coin in this city. It was one such sellsword who had been in the city but a few days, seeking out a job worth fighting for, who encountered word that a number of Amalj’aa, the reptilian beastfolk in service to the savage Primal, Ifrit, had been spotted in Southern Thanalan congregating in groups while undertaking strange activities. A contract was drawn and signed, a handsome sum of gil promised in return for a thorough investigation into the Amalj’aa schemes, with a bonus if they could be stopped and driven from the area. The potential dangers were great for going solo, but hey - that just meant he wouldn’t have to split the reward.  The lone Hyur adventurer was loath to spend his few remaining gil on preparations - potions and elixirs, provisions and desert survival gear - but as the saying in Ul’dah goes, one must spend money to make money. So equipped, he headed out the great Gate of Thal and off into Thanalan proper. Following the path laid out in the questgiver’s rumors soon took him off of the main trade roads and into the badlands where they abut the perilous Sagolii Desert, near where the Amalj’aa were known to make their settlements. With luck, he would soon locate a gathering of the brutish lizardfolk and be able to ascertain the veracity of the claims that they were once again up to no good - a likely scenario, given that their whole race or near enough had given itself to opposition against all others in Ifrit’s name.  At the time, however, he saw fit to set up camp for the approaching night, choosing a shaded bluff near enough to one of Southern Thanalan’s scattered springs so that water might be available, but far enough away that he needn’t worry about being stumbled upon during the night. He could even afford a small fire, if he kept the smoke low, a saving grace for when the temperature plummets with the setting of the sun. On the morrow he’d search for tracks that might lead to the Amalj’aa, but for the night he dreamt of a warm bed back at Ul’dah and a lass of every civilized race to share it with. Brave adventurer, they called him. Rich, handsome adventurer. He liked the sound of that.  Morning brought the unforgiving heat to bear down on the badlands once more, and the adventurer awoke feeling as parched as a piece of buffalo jerky. He stumbled down from the rocks, eyes shielded against the glaring sun, to drink at the nearby spring. A convenient spot for desert wanderers, he mused. No wonder there were tribes of Miqo’te known to settle nearby such pools. By the Primals, what he wouldn’t give to take a dip with one of Thanalan’s svelte short-haired catfolk… but no, better to focus. Cats and their pussies could come after he’d made a name for himself. Such was the way the world works, he supposed… Hydrated then and with his gear on hand, the lone Hyur headed out once more in search of the tell-tale tracks of the Amalj’aa - bulky, reptilian bipeds with long and relatively slender tails, their footprints were unmistakable amongst all others who cross the cracked earth and scattered sands of this region. He picked up a trail before the sun had even struck its zenith, not far from a well-beaten path. Perhaps a lookout, watching for travelers on the road… whatever the case, they appeared to have found suitable prey, as the drags marks alongside the footprints would indicate. An unlucky merchant, or maybe even a less cautious adventurer. Whatever the case, the Amalj’aa scout’s victim was likely taken to a nearby camp to be offered up to Ifrit. Unlucky for them, but it sure made for an easy trail to follow. The adventurer counted his blessings, paying no more thought to whatever unfortunate soul was plucked off the road by the zealous lizardfolk. It isn’t long before the tracks lead him to a break in the rocks occupied by around a dozen Amalj’aa, as best he could see. Taking a position near to the perimeter of their seemingly makeshift camp, he tried to keep a low profile as he took stock of their goings-on. As he understood, this was closer to Little Ala Mhigo than was typical for one of their forward camps, but it wasn’t entirely unheard of. The giver of his quest seemed to suspect some special circumstance behind their appearance here, and he’d hate to return to Ul’dah without worthwhile (and valuable) intel. And so, he observed. The Amalj’aa had set up several large earthenware vessels around the camp, perched over low coals as they bubbled and boiled away, serving up clouds of noxious-colored vapor. A few of the lizardfolk wandered over every now and then to toss some new ingredient or another into the stew, while a minder stood nearby to keep the concoctions stirring. He pondered the purpose of this: Food? Elixirs? Toxins, or worse? His patience was soon rewarded, as it didn’t take more than a half-hour’s time for the purpose of such a brew to become clear to the concealed Hyur…  The low, guttural growling of the Amalj’aa milling about the camp and the gentle whistling of the desert wind were interrupted by the sound of high-pitched screaming as a female Miqo’te, dressed in traveler’s garb and bound in heavy chains, was dragged out from one of the hastily erected shelters and brought to the center of the camp by a pair of particularly brawny guards. One of the assembled lizardfolk, bedecked in ceremonial gear, began to bark instructions at all assembled, coordinating the group to bring their prisoner to her knees while others fetched a rough-hewn bowl and filled it with the foul contents of the cauldrons to be brought forth and handed off to their leader.  The Hyur’s grasp of the reptile’s language was far from perfect, but a few key words were clear as the master of the ceremony raised the bowl high above his head - intonations to Ifrit, of course… talk of a spread, no, a spreading… the Primal of Fire, passed now through water… to temper all. Uh-oh, that was not good, the adventurer thought to himself. The tempering, a means for the Amalj’aa to turn their captives loyal to their patron Primal… this elixir of theirs would allow them to spread it to everyone who drinks it? As if to confirm his theory, the head Amalj’aa brought the bowl down to the kneeling captive’s lips and wrenched her head back as she was fed the fruits of their labors.  A moment passed in uncomfortable silence before the large lizard man pulled away from the bound Miqo’te. She blinked up at him with glassy eyes, her demeanor gone from one of futile resistance against her chains to a complete, placid calm. The Amalj’aa called out in celebration, and his followers returned in chorus. Further orders were given - to increase production, and to take this batch to an oasis north and west of here to be added to the water for a more proper “field test”. An oasis to the northwest… it rings in the Hyur’s mind as the one which he had departed that morning! They sought to contaminate the waters of Southern Thanalan, to leave all who contacted their concoction a placid, pliable subject ready to receive Ifrit’s will. That was big, he thought to himself. Big, and valuable. The folks back at Ul’dah were sure to reward him handsomely if he alerted them to the Amalj’aa’s plot.  As he thought of his payday, hunched behind the nearby rocks, he took notice of a curious occurrence - the leader of the camp removed a small flask from his hip and offered his now-mindless prisoner a sip of its contents. Soon enough, the poor Miqo’te was snapped back to lucidity as she demanded to know what they have done to her, to be set free, anything but to be tempered. The Amalj’aa merely chuckled, noting to her guards that they could use her for future tests of the elixir before they took her away. So, the adventurer thought, there was an antidote. He would rather not risk combat against any number of the robust lizardfolk, but if instead of stopping them from contaminating the oasis he could merely steal the antidote at night and cleanse it the next day, well… surely such a heroic act would be worthy of a hefty bonus. The worst part of waiting for nightfall was, well… the waiting. The second worst part was definitely the nerves, with a night raid on an enemy camp ahead of him. Thankfully, the reptilian Amalj’aa detested the cold desert night and their need for secrecy prevented them from lighting more than a low fire for the lookouts to congregate around for warmth. With more holes in their perimeter than a shredded cheesecloth, he was able to slip into their leader’s shelter and abscond with the antidote vial without too much effort. The thought of either slaying the head of the camp where he sleeps or freeing the captured Miqo’te did cross his mind, but either course of action would make getting back out unseen far more difficult, if not entirely impossible. He’d make sure to report her missing once he returned to the city - with luck someone would be willing to hire him back on for a proper rescue later. At the time, absconding with the means to neutralize the mind-numbing elixir was his priority as he furtively slunk away with prize in hand, headed back toward his makeshift camp and the spring near to it. As it turned out, navigating back through the freezing desert in the middle of the night was a scant bit more difficult than following tracks during the day, and it wasn’t until the sun threatened the horizon that he found a trail to orient himself on. The day was in full bloom by the time he located the rocky outcropping marking his temporary campsite from the night before, and he found the promise of a rest in the shade after his all-nighter to be most inviting. So what if the Amalj’aa likely reached the nearby watering hole long before him? They could twiddle their tails for all he cared, nothing was getting done until he had had a nap. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone else would be out here to fall victim to their little “field test”... well, there was the abducted traveler from earlier… and he was out here too… but surely, no one else would wander so close to the Sagolii Desert without good reason! Surely. So he afforded himself a short rest in the shade, a brief reprieve from the heat in return for a job well done… well, a job mostly done. All he had to do now was go and dump this antidote into the spring before he left for Ul’dah and his quest’s reward. As he lazed under the rocks, a grin on his lips, the Hyur swore he could hear someone approaching not far from where he rested - no, at least a pair of someones… female, it sounded, and… oh shit, they were headed for the nearby pool! He bolted upright, almost slamming his head against the overhang above as he grabbed the bag containing the Amalj’aa’s antidote and scrambled down the rocks in a hurry. Hopefully they hadn’t stopped yet to take a drink from the spring’s waters, he thought, as he approached a cluster of sandstone boulders lying between him and the oasis before stopping quite suddenly in his tracks. Peering around the boulder, he could see not just any two weary travellers stopped at the water’s edge, but rather two Miqo’te of renown. Any adventurer worth their salt would be able to recognize the cultured conjuror and Scion of the Seventh Dawn, Y’shtola. A lithe, tan Seeker of the Sun, her short white hair gathered in two front tails was unmistakable, in no small part thanks to the Hyur’s long-standing interest in her ever since eyeing her from afar in La Noscea. Beyond wealth and fame, adventuring was always a means for him to the end of getting a chance to meet with Y’shtola, perhaps even to spend some “quality time” with her… And her companion, another Seeker of the Sun, fit of figure with peachy hair chopped rough and gathered loosely in the back… M’naago was her name, he thought. A prominent fighter in the resistance he could remember from a brief time passing through Little Ala Mhigo. So, Y’shtola and her were friends? The young Scion certainly knew how to choose pleasant company. Still, what were they doing all the way out here? Unable to make out much of their words from his vantage point, the lone Hyur simply observed as the two of them unbuckled their packs and traveling gear, stretching with all the catlike grace of their species once relieved of their burdens. So, they merely needed a spot to rest on the way to some important mission far above his pay grade? Simple enough, except… what followed sent a shock of surprise through his system once again, his limbs going stiff as his blood ran icy in his veins - the fight or flight feeling of witnessing something forbidden, dangerous to behold, even, as the two Miqo’te women, celebrities in their own right, began to undress. How could he, a simple Hyur ruled by simple passions, do anything but stare transfixed as the most desired Miqo’te of the realm and her companion began to work at the clasps and buckles of their traveling garb, shedding first their outer layer to reveal the gentle drop of their slender shoulders as they reached inward to shrug off their tunics below.  The Hyur’s breath caught in his throat as Y’shtola and M’naago took their time to gently fold their tops as they chatted casually among themselves, their torsos clad now in nothing more than simple underclothes which did little to hide the perfect curve of their respective chests. As they bent down to deposit their garments on a nearby stone, he could not help but imagine that the pair were offering him a private show, turning their still-dressed bottoms toward his direction and baring the smooth surface of their backs to him, their tails dancing high and rhythmic in the air as they reached down to drop off their tops and began working at removing their pants in near synchronicity.  Both of the women wore fairly form-fitting leggings, with Y’shtola’s appearing to be made of shining silk or some similar fabric, while M’naago’s were a much more practical leather set fastened with protective armor plates. Such intricacies were lost on the observing adventurer, however, as each of the women began to peel back their pants, rolling their legging down the soft squish of their thighs and crouching low to slip each leg over pointed toes to be folded alongside the rest of their outfits. That left the two of them standing in nothing more than their undergarments, and they giggled playfully at the sight of one another - Y’shtola, a vision of slim, petite beauty, her skin the color of well-oiled sandalwood, and the trim and fit M’naago, whose soft curves barely concealed the hard-won muscle beneath, and whose skin was traced with a pattern of faint scars earned each in the name of her homeland. The Scion gave a small movement of her delicate chin, her lips mouthing a request he could not hear before she turned around to offer her back to her companion. M’naago worked at the clasp of Y’shtola’s undergarments, her fingers well-practiced in the motions. As soon as the top popped off, Y’shtola carefully tossed it onto the pile of discarded garments, turning around to perform the same service for the Ala Mhigan before their peeping Tom could catch more than a glimpse of brown on tan  - not due to any sense of modesty on her part, however, for as soon as her compatriot’s top was removed they both laughed playfully, turning around in the sun to revel in the freedom of outdoor nudity. By now only their bottoms remained, and those garments too were soon removed with balanced hop-steps and tossed aside as the two girls approached the water’s edge, ready to test the temperature of the desert spring before wading in. The sight of their bodies bared fully before him drove the Hyur wild, and he could no longer ignore the throbbing in his breeches as his excited member strained to be free. Although the Miqo’te lasses were a distance away, the contrast of their dark, chocolate-colored nipples and the peek of pink between their legs as they stepped deeper into the pool was enough material for him, certainly more than he would have hoped for in a lifetime. To think, Y’shtola herself, nude and bathing not more a few dozen yards from him! He could not help himself, he needed to pull out his cock and rub one out among the stones while he had the chance to - wait, Y’shtola… bathing. Bathing… in the Amalj’aa’s poison! By the Twelve, he had let himself get distracted completely from the whole reason for his being here! He carefully stuffed his half-drawn cock back down the leg of his pants and fastened them up, his mind racing. If he simply pretended to be arriving just now with the antidote, someone who had no idea two esteemed Miqo’te were sharing a private moment at the spring, well… surely they’d be grateful for his assistance? Perhaps they’d even reward him… should he ask for Y’shtola’s panties as a souvenir? He shook his head, deigning to worry about such matters after he’d succeeded in rescuing them from the lizardfolk’s foul brew. The Hyur dashed out from behind the rocks, sprinting toward the pool with arms waving overhead. “Ladies, ladies!”, he called, attempting to draw their attention. “You must get out of the water, immediately! The Amalj’aa have laid a trap!”. At last, he reached the water’s edge, fully expecting to be berated for intruding upon their nudity, knowing that all will be well once he cleared things up… except no such condemnation came. In fact, there was little reaction at all from the two bathers, and certainly no attempt by them to cover up their nubile forms from full display. The great Scion Y’shtola and her friend M’naago simply regarded him with placid smiles,turning their hips and swinging their arms to gently swish the water around them to-and-fro. The realization dawned quickly upon him: it was too late. In but a few moments, the lizardfolk’s poisonous elixir had taken over their systems, reducing the pair into little more than sheep for Ifrit’s flock. Still, there was no reason he couldn’t get the antidote to them now, if they’d just come ashore… but after a little thought, a different idea began to form in his mind. One not altruistic, but rather opportunistic. The chance that he’d have the Miqo’te of his dreams so receptive before him ever again was doubtful beyond all measure. And the fact that her rather fine friend was in the same predicament, well… who could blame him for what followed? He’d take them, and impregnate them. Whether they remember his deeds or not, he intended to fuck the great Y’shtola there and now, to bury himself and his seed deep within her world-famous cunt as many times as he liked, before taking M’naago in turn for much of the same. To have them both, to leave his mark upon the world in the form of children born and raised by two of the greatest Miqo'te in the realm. And of course, he’d have his fun in doing so.  Committed to this new plan of action, the adventurer quickly kicked off his boots and breeches before throwing off his jacket and shirt, dressing down to nothing but his obscenely tented underclothes. He took a swig of the Amalj’aa’s antidote, about a third of the bottle, and set it off to the side. His hope was that would be enough to inure his body to the insidious elixir’s effects, as he immediately strode to the spring and lowered himself down to sit upon the lip of the pool, dangling his legs into the soothing, if tainted, waters. He took a deep breath, allowed a moment to pass - no change. He stared down at Y’shtola, drinking in the sight of her perfect petite breasts barely below the surface of the oasis, the light of the blazing desert sun dancing gently across them - her only reaction at his approach was to tilt her head inquisitively, as an animal might. Good, he thought. This was what he wanted. He raised one hand and beckoned, directing her attention between his legs.  “Over here, Y’shtola." She obeyed. “Good girl.” Having drifted to the water’s edge and parked herself between the Hyur’s knees, Y’shtola was then directed to touch him. With the soft, pampered hands of a conjurer, she explored his thighs, traced his abs, played at the edge of his undergarments, even caressed the steel-hard rod straining fiercely against the cloth. Her touch was honey to him, so sweet, so indulgent of his basest cravings. His precum darkened the front of his briefs and pooled out through the fibers, so unrestrained was his arousal at her proximity. To feel her touch, her breath, then see her gaze expectantly upward, receptive to further instructions... it was a dream come true.  The next order of business was a no-brainer as far as the adventurer was concerned. He ordered the Scion to free his cock from its prison, to grip it, squeeze it gently, feel its heat rival the desert stones surrounding them… and of course, to wrap her lips around it. Y’shtola opened wide, pushing her tongue out and forward in a perverse display as she guided his throbbing member toward her sticky, steaming mouth. With a soft, affirmative sound, she popped the head of his cock past her lips, her jaw held wide to accommodate the girth of him. He could not help but moan unbidden as she took him in her mouth, the soft scraping of her rough-textured tongue exquisite against the taut underside of his shaft as it pressed in deep to the back of her palate.  She took him well, he mused, even with minimal instruction. Surely the Amalj’aa elixir did not confer such skills. Perhaps Y’shtola was merely a natural talent at such things? Or perhaps she was well-trained… No way of getting an answer out of her now, but both possibilities amused him greatly. Either he was taking her virgin mouth or the great Scion herself was a whore behind closed doors. What mattered now was she was giving him head, a privilege he intended to enjoy. Reaching out, he ran his fingers through her pure white hair as she suckled gently on his cock, making soft mewling sounds all the while. He moaned, gripping her hair tightly as he directed her mouth in small circular motions around the tip of his penis, content for a moment more to hold her at a distance, to admire the sight of her mouth wrapped halfway down his length as he pressed insistently against the barrier of her throat. M’naago watched, her addled senses transfixed on the only action in the area, her own tongue lolling out absentmindedly past her lips in unconscious imitation of Y’shtola’s actions. The resistance fighter's toned tummy gently heaved as she imagined having a turn swallowing the same shaft as her sister-in-arms, interpreting the Hyur's actions through her mental fog as those of a leader, to be followed with innocent abandon. She did not even notice the wetness growing unbidden between her own legs only inches above the water's surface, so fixated was she on the scene unfolding before her. Pleasure built in the Hyur’s cock as his idol diligently worked it with every warm, wet surface of her mouth, his swollen head straining against its instinct to push further in, to introduce the rest of his shaft to her satisfaction, to bury itself deeply and completely within this new source of exquisite stimulation. And when that instinct finally built itself to a point where it could no longer be ignored, the Hyur adventurer did something he had dreamed about countless lonely nights with his cock in hand and no one to tend to it - he took hold of Y’shtola by her twin tails as if grabbing the reins of a Chocobo, and he pulled . Pulled her face down into his lap, felt the satisfying pop as his cock pushed into her throat, heard the obscene sputtering, glucking grunt the Miqo'te maiden made as he claimed her mouth entirely. Her esophagus wrapped tight around his shaft, quaking and vibrating as she struggled to breath, sputtering fruitlessly against his weighty balls, hanging low in the desert heat. So much pleasure, so much ecstatic treatment of every sense, and all for what was only one thrust, the first of many deep into her throat.  Having had a taste, the adventurer commenced to fuck the esteemed Scion’s face in earnest. Using the convenient handles provided by her side tails, he moved her entire head back and forth on his shaft, treating her like little more than a toy to be used at his leisure… which in effect, he mused wryly, she now was. With each plunge of her lips down to the base of his substantial cock, a soft muffled moan was forced out of her struggling airway, sputtering forth great gobs of slick saliva to smear across his inches and drool down to his swinging balls below before spattering amongst the stones and spring water. Such a dedicated service as this would fetch a hefty price among Ul’dah’s whores, if he could even find one talented enough to take him so diligently, so completely, without protest. Whore. Y’shtola was his whore, alright, and he deigned to give her vapid body some reprieve from his full facial assault in order to position her head lower between his legs, guiding her by her hair as he placed his slimy, split-coated cock across her face so that he might admire the sight of the realm’s greatest Miqo’te panting beneath his raging erection as his balls rested weighty and full on her chin, eager for their chance to pump a full load of potent sperm inside of her waiting pussy and impregnate her. Fat dollops of viscous precum pushed forth from his throbbing cock head with each pulse of its raised, raging veins, the salty-sweet fluid dripping down in thick strings to mat the Miqo’te’s bone-white hair as he absent-mindedly ground her face into the underside of his cock, driving his shaft against her soft, sun-warmed cheeks as he drunk in the sight of her beneath him - a glorious sight which he should remember all his days, he was sure. Still, making memories was nothing in comparison to the vital urges of the moment, and he soon returned to his work. Keeping Y’shtola low, he raised himself to his feet and guided the tip of his cock back between her battered brown lips before thrusting his hips forward to buck away at her face and throat as he held her still beneath him.  There was a subtle yet potent difference between sitting back and pleasuring oneself with a  person’s holes versus standing up to put in the bodily work. He felt powerful, aggressive even, his adventure-hardened body glistening with the sweat of exertion as he pounded away at the poor subservient Scion’s face. Her brow furrowed and her torso heaved, more from instinct than any conscious thought, and poor neglected M’naago drifted over with a gentle splash to hold Y’shtola upright and in place at his command before leaning in to rain soft kisses across his face and chest as he directed her attention across his body. So served above as below by two beautiful Miqo’te mouths, a thousand frustrated fantasies were released from the Hyur all at once, traveling from his core down to his cock as he gave Y’shtola’s pretty little face every ounce of longing he had held on to through his career. Looking down at her straining, sucking, smiling from the corners of her lewdly stretched lips at being given purpose in her receptive state… it was enough to send him hurtling toward his edge, toward every mental signpost that says “Turn back! Point of No Return ahead!”. Only through a miraculous exertion of willpower was he able to release her, push her away, stumble back as he panted heavily with his cock twitching wild and wet in the air. No.  As much as his electrified nerves screamed at him to plunge back into the Y’shtola’s mouth, waiting warm and inviting mere inches away with her tongue pushed out as if eagerly awaiting his load, he refused. He wouldn’t waste a drop cumming deep down her throat, filling her stomach with his pent-up seed, no. He just needed to relax a moment, catch his breath, and let the real fun begin - taking her petite pretty pussy so that he could soak her insides so thoroughly that there would be no doubt she walked away from this encounter impregnated by his potent sperm. He could only pray to the Twelve that it was the right time of this month for her to be ready to receive him, to take in his essence and carry it with her for the next nine. Having composed himself somewhat and allowed his body to retreat from its imminent orgasm, he waded deeper into the pool by a few steps to gently guide the still-dazed Y’shtola, completely unfazed by the rough throatfuck she just endured, over toward the water’s edge. He posed her much like one would a doll, guiding her limbs and body with gentle encouragement as he bent her forward at the waist, supporting her weight with palms flat on dry ground. A little bend of the knees, a little arch of the back, aaand… perfect! “Good girl”, he cooed once again, gently patting her on the head before turning toward M’naago. Stand there and watch, he told her, watch as he took her kitty cat friend from behind like a dog. The comparison amused him, and he smirked. Watch and pay attention, Little Ala Mhigan, for she’ll be next. And to her credit, she obeyed, peering diligently at the pair of them as he took his place behind Y’shtola’s upturned rump. He would think, staring down at the great Scion’s cute and curvy butt before him, that the day could not get any better. Her warm tan moon, crowned with a swishing silverlight tail, the sight of her smooth back stretching out, rising to meet soft shoulders and the roughly-tousled back of her pure white hair… Truly, a perfect vision sent from the seven heavens. Indeed, he might think that the day could not get any better, except for the simple fact that laid across her offered ass was his sticky, throbbing cock, soon to plunge inside the dewey folds of her petite little pussy.  Reaching down, he gripped his cock firm around the base in one shaking hand, his whole body quivering with disbelief at what he was about to do. He placed the other onto her hip, gently squeezing the soft curve of her, admiring its silken smoothness and vital warmth for a moment before guiding her back onto him. The tip of his penis, twitching and eager, pressed up against the warm, wet heat between her legs, slowly spreading her deep tan lips to reveal the peek of pale pink within as he slid in further and further, watching each inch of him disappear into the burning furnace of her tight, writhing insides. A low moan escaped them both, a visceral instinct in response to such sweet, slow penetration.  The squirming Scion’s sweet pussy was beyond anything he could have imagined, beyond that of any two-gil whore or temporary party member he’d experienced in his life thus far. To be sure, the stimulation of his mind, of his heart, was on a level to rival that which his body was now experiencing, wrapped as his member was in her slick, supple warmth. The fact that he was fucking - finally! - the great Y’shtola herself, and under such… risky circumstances. To have the perfectly toned and battle-hardened M’naago standing at attention nearby, watching eagerly as she awaited her turn… “Fuck.”, was all he could say. A statement of fact, an exclamation of incredulity, and, to Y’shtola’s receptive state of mind, a command to be followed. She pushed back against him, sinking his cock completely within her to bottom out against her posterior fornix. She stretched out around him, her body squeezing tight to his shaft as she pulled forward again, drawing him back out until only the head remained buried inside, massaged by the steady pulse of her kegels before she pushed back once more. This time, he thrust his hips forward to meet her, and her ass clapped loud against his toned stomach as the momentum swung his balls forward to slap against her pubic mound with a sharp sting that gave way to a dull, throbbing pleasure. Soon, they both built up to a steady rhythm as he pounded away at her from behind, deigning to rain a few sharp smacks across her ass and admire the bright welts that rose in the shape of his palm. “Far from the only mark I’ll leave you with.”, he grunted, taking hold of her bouncing tail by the base and fucking her with a burst of ferocity.  Slowing down, he exhaled a long sigh and leaned forward across her body, all the better to explore her with his hands as his hips kept up the pace. He roamed across her back, her sides, wrapping around to grope at her firm, tiny tits as he laid himself across her. His fingers found the firm nubs of her stiff little nipples, pinching and squeezing and tugging at them as he nuzzled his chin against the crook of her neck, enjoying each panting breath and small squeal of pleasure that passed her spit-streaked lips. Before pushing himself upright again, he took a moment to permit his hands to wander low to base of her stomach, to feel the rise and fall in her body as she heaved with each thrust of his rod-hard erection, to feel the spot where her belly would grow when she carried his child, a permanent reminder of her time spent as a fuck-addled cock sleeve to be bred by the first Hyur to pass by. Carrying on, he took his time to wholly enjoy the Scion’s tight, dripping hole as he switched up the pace from quick, pistonlike thrusts to long, drawn-out strokes, from steady, insistent, pounding rhythms to erratic staccato beats punctuated with grunting moans and sharp slaps across her wriggling ass. “Tell me how much you like it, you breeder whore.”, he commanded, receiving naught but a wordless cascade of primal moans. “Barely capable of speech, eh? Nod your head then. Tell me you want my seed, Scion. Tell me you want it as bad as I’ve been waiting for this chance to fill you up.” Dutifully, the Miqo’te woman nodded in assent, her head rocking back and forth with each increasingly frenzied slam of his fat cock against her insides. Her tongue lolled freely, bouncing about as it flung delicate trails of saliva to and fro. Her entire body shuddered, stimulated to an orgasm she was barely able to be aware of. Even so, the sudden seizing contractions that gripped at his shaft were enough to drive his raging libido overboard, and he cried out for her to take it as he pulled her hips back on him and buried himself completely within her. His testicles pulled tight against him as his pelvic floor pulsed, spurting rope after rope of sticky thick semen deep inside of the great and graceful Y'shtola, reduced now to nothing more than his breeding mare. With nowhere to go, his seed soaked every fold of her insides, dousing the firm ring of her cervix before being pushed out by the next shot of cum to fill her up. His whole body shook as he pushed every desire he had into her shivering pussy, cresting wave after wave of orgasm until his cum slipped out of her stretched hole to fall in great gobs into the spring below. There existed no doubt in his mind - barring the intervention of the gods themselves, this woman could escape being impregnated by such a load. Not to say, of course, that he wouldn’t deliver her another one to be more than certain... but for the moment, fallen across his elixir-bound lover in a panting, sweaty heap, he desired a brief moment to rest and refresh before the second round. Pulling himself apart from her was like unstopping a cork, and Y'shtola's tight cunt pushed out even more of his cum as it contracted in his absence. He took a seat next to her on the side of the pool, and pushed her shoulders down toward the ground to angle her ass further upward, all the better to direct his semen downward inside her. Leaning back, he relaxed, one hand gently running through the still fuck-addled Scion's disheveled hair as he scratched her behind her perky, twitching ears. With the other, he directed M'naago to take a seat on his other side before running his palm across her back, from the soft base of her tail up to her exquisitely muscled shoulders, traced with faint scars. His mind already began to wonder as he caught his breath - how will he have her? The possibilities were endless, and he was sure she'd do anything... well, after the work he had just put Y'shtola through, it might be nice to have her put in some effort. Have her up in his lap, perhaps? The thought summoned a twitch from his spent, cummy cock, in positive response. He could hardly wait, even as his body took its time to recuperate after such a vigorous fuck. Passing the time was simple enough for him, with two beautiful young women to either side of him. His hands snaked out, exploring each of their contrasting bodies as he appreciated every quality that set them apart from each other. Y’shtola’s soft body, petite and pampered by a life spent in study, yet with a trim fitness born from numerous expeditions across the land that offered a surprising lift and firmness to each of her curves. Her ass was plump, her breasts perky, giving way to his touch and springing back life as he led his hands elsewhere. Her companion, on the other hand - literally and figuratively - bore feminine curves layered over corded, toned muscle. The definition in her abs, her arms, her glutes, was subtle yet unmistakable present. His fingers traced many scars, some delicate and some deep, a story of her hardships writ in flesh. Her markings, her physique, only served to make her more gorgeous in his eyes. This was a body used to being used - he appreciated that in a woman near as much as he loved the delicate perfection of the conjuror to his other side.  As he fondled each of the Miqo’te women, he soon became aware that his cock was swelling quickly to full mast, eager already to have another go, to dump another load. Such a raging erection would be difficult to ignore, even if he did find his restful exploration of their bodies somewhat soothing. "Very well, then. Up up, M'naago!", he commanded, directing her above and across him. Aligning her wispy, unshaven pussy with the eager erection standing upright between his legs, he had her squat down onto him, lower and lower. "That's right, girl... Lower, lower. Just like riding a Chocobo." The resistance fighter’s toned thighs flexed taut as she brought the steamy heat of her eager cunt to bear against his shaft. A mewling escaped her lips as the Hyur’s cock spread her lips wide and pushed inside of her. While Y’shtola’s pussy held him tight but gently, with all the springy firmness of a naturally petite hole, M’naago’s muscular pelvis squeezed him, gripping firm at his shaft as he penetrated deep into the heart of her. Her core flexed, abs tightening up as her stomach distended ever so slightly to accommodate his girth. Her hard tan body practically glistened in the sun as a thin sheen of sweat flowed in gentle rivulets down the deep lines of her physique. A sight of beauty, he reckoned, a magnificent contrast to the Scion’s demure frame. Her ample chest swaying gently before his face as she shifted her weight upon him was no small bonus either. Steadily, he guided her by her hips to ride up and down on his raging cock, imprinting on her mind the simple suggestion of bouncing up and down in his lap. Soon, M’naago took initiative for herself, no longer following his leady but rising and falling of her own accord and permitting him to lean back, propping himself up with his palms as he focused fully on the stimulation of his shaft. A wet, sloppy slapping sound rose up as her body responded further, and soon her natural juices flowed freely down his well-polished cock to be churned into a pale, grooly foam with the steady pounding of pelvis to pelvis. The thick layer of lubrication permitted her to slide him fully in and out of her with each drop of her hips, and he directed her to pick up the pace if she wanted his seed inside of her. She complied, riding away with near-reckless abandon.  Sitting back as M’naago worked his knob with a passion was nice enough, sure. A treatment fit for a king, even. And the Hyur took no small measure of joy to watch her put in all the work, serving him diligently at his command. Her powerful hips driving up and down like a piston in tandem with her tight, toned pussy could drive him wild for hours if he felt so inclined, but no - the Hyur had a more vital need, to take further charge, to truly lay claim to the famous resistance fighter in body and in lineage. Lowering himself completely onto his back, his hands were now free to clap down on M’naago’s firm rear end, causing a shiver in her body as the sharp sting spread across her skin. With ass in hand and back braced, he was free to buck his hips up to meet her as she descends, thrusting powerfully past her cervix to bottom out with blunt impact against her anterior vestibule, filling her roughly, entirely, her sharp gasp and his deep grunt harmonizing in the air.  He pounded away at her as their bodies, both sculpted and marked by adventuresome combat, strained with each frantic movement. With every thrust she bounced off of his hips, hanging above for a moment before gravity took over and brought her down again to meet him. His hands roamed free, alternating between sweetly sharp blows across her clapping ass to rhythmic, tugging gropes of her healthy chest. Her breasts, ample in comparison to the Scion’s own, provided a delightful handful as he played at her engorged nipples, pinching and tugging all the while she rode him. And then, inspiration: seeking to mix things up, the Hyur pulled himself upright against her body, bringing his shoulders forward as he scooted his hips back to shift the center of their gravity. M’naago leaned backward in his arms, suspended over the pool as he sat upright at its edge, head free to attack her exposed breasts with his lips, his teeth, his tongue.  He tasted the saltiness clinging to her warm skin, felt the small bumps that ring the dark areola around her stiff nipples as he took them into his mouth one at a time, admiring their rough texture with his tongue in comparison to the smooth surface of her chest. He suckled gently, then harder, harder still, before nibbling the firm nub between his teeth and tensing between his legs to feel how her body tightens up at the stimulation. His tongue traced wide, flat circles around the nipple of her right breast before he moved higher, lapping at her collarbone, higher, to taste the crook of her neck, and higher still, until his mouth found hers and they fucked face-to-face over the pool as he supported her head in one heavy hand.  Lips locked with the Little Ala Mhigan, he gazed into her burnt orange eyes writ large with unfiltered ecstasy. No shame remained thanks to the Amalj’aa’s elixir, and she made no attempt to look away or close her eyes as he kissed her. deep and passionate and probing, continuing to bounce her up and down in his lap all the while. His mouth swallowed her moans, each one rising in pitch as he thrust harder and faster, cock throbbing wildly within her as he strained to stave off his orgasm for just a second more, a second more of riding the peak of pleasure as her body clamped down around his invading member, unconsciously eager to milk from him every last drop of potent seed. It was a powerful push, and one no mortal man could endure for long. He fell onto his back once more while giving a loud cry of visceral pleasure, practically throwing M’naago over his chest with the momentum. His hips bucked and bounced the small, muscular woman on top of him as he came, pressing the tip of his cock against her cervix with each desperate burst of burning hot semen, his seed spilling out of her stuffed cunt, running over his pulsing testicles pulled tight to his body to join the growing stain pooling the rocks between their legs. Somewhere in the chaos of convulsing bodies, his unfocused eyes found M’naago’s face and he pulled her close to him, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. The two of them rode out his thorough creampie locked together in a sweaty, sticky heap, his sloppy cock twitching with every subtle movement of her body as he allowed himself to grow soft within her before finally flopping out with a spurt of spent cum, flaccid and satisfied. The Hyur released a sigh of release and relief, pleased to have taken both Miqo’te back-to-back. He reached up to scratch at M’naago’s hair absentmindedly, watching her tail swish through the air over her shoulder as she purred gently at the touch. She may lead a more violent life than Y’shtola, may be less prone to maternal instinct than the sweet and caring Scion, but if her wish was to rebuild her lost home, he had no doubt that she’d make a fine choice for his child. With such thoughts in mind, he tapped the resistance fighter’s rump and directed her to rise, getting up himself before calling Y’shtola over as well. He took stock of both women, each a sticky, sweaty mess with the evidence of their lovemaking staining their inner thighs. Each a perfect expression of Miqo’te beauty in their own right, each gazing empty-eyed and eager to receive new direction. Very well, he supposed. Perhaps one session with each was not enough to fully guarantee their impregnation. Or perhaps it is, and he just wanted another taste of their fine, feline bodies. Either way, his cock was ready and willing, growing quick and throbbing tall between his legs at another chance of sweet, wet, oh-so-tight pussy. But first, a cleaning was in order. At his direction, the two Miqo’te celebrities took a knee in the pool before him, the cool water of the oasis rising up to the level of their belly buttons. He bid them take hold of his erection in one hand each, to lean in and coddle it within their grasp, to lick and play at it with their tongues until it was thoroughly cleaned of their lewd juices and the sticky remnants of his own ejaculation - oh, and of course, ro give a good show of washing each other down while they did so. Seeing the two of them vying for his cock as they lapped at its surface with an almost kittenlike innocence, mewling all the while they splish and splash about to scrub the sweat and semen from their nubile forms sent a fresh flow of viscous precum pooling at the swollen head of his well-tended member. They licked at the salty-sweet liquid eagerly, following his orders to clean him to the best of their ability, the very nature of their task making it impossible to complete. No, now that they had started there was only one way to calm him down again. “Y’shtola, lay down for me over there, yes. Spread your legs. M’naago, crawl over her, your butt facing me. Excellent.” In just a few short moments, he had the two of them prepped and ready to take him in tandem - the supple Scion on her back, legs bent over the edge of the pool, and her hardy friend bent over her face-to-face. Their freshly washed pussies pressed together out toward him, a fuckable sandwich of warm, writhing flesh just waiting for his filling. The only question was who to take first… Y’shtola’s prime, nubile little hole or M’naago’s tight, battle-hardened cunt? He stepped forward, slipping his cock into the press of their bodies, thrusting between their smooth, flat bellies a few times before drawing back and placing the head of his fat dripping cock between the Scion’s lower lips. She had always been his true goal, and the experience of fucking her the first time was exquisite beyond belief. If anyone deserved his seed inside them while he still had a potent load to shoot, it was her. He pushed himself inside of her once again, watching the pleasure spread unconsciously across her features as he told her what a good breeding slut she was. He gave Y’shtola a series of slow, smooth thrusts, gripping M’naago’s raised hips for support as he slid his cock deep into the Miqo’te splayed out below her. Each push of his hips causes the pleasure to build between his legs, a tingling sensation growing at the base of his cock at first before creeping up the shaft, a building static that crackles across his nerves like electricity, threatening to release all of its potential energy like a crack of lightning once it reaches the utmost tip of his penis to cause a rolling thunder of shuddering contractions. Pushed to his limit, he raises a flattened hand and slaps M’naago across her ripe ass, whipping his cock out of Y’shtola’s sloppy cunt and driving it into the neglected resistance fighter, grabbing her tail tight to pull her back onto him as he bottomed out inside of her with his first thrust. Grunting with exertion, he gritted his teeth and clenched the muscles in his legs to stave off the oncoming orgasm, adjusting his pace and the depth of his follow-up thrusts to keep himself on the edge as long as possible. When the effort became too great to bear, he pulled out to catch his breath for but a moment before diving back in to fuck the other girl. He alternated between the two of them in such a fashion, his cock wet with both their juices as he took a turn with each again and again, swapping back and forth as he tortured himself on the razor-sharp edge of orgasm. The two women moaned in mewling chorus, twin toys at the voracious whims of the Hyur, breasts and tails swaying in unison with each push against their bodies as his desperate cock buried itself inside their sopping, sloppy pussies. Their complete, combined domination laid bare before him in a writhing, well-fucked pile of burnished brown flesh called for nothing less than a complete and thorough impregnation, and his fists tightened as his resolve finally gave way and allowed his pelvic floor to contract, throwing out a spray of semen deep into Y’shtola once again.  The floodgates now broken, his mind slipped into the overwhelming current of orgasmic release as he filled her up with his cum. Still, he pulled out, a fat white rope of his seed spurting across their bodies as he thrust his still-cumming cock into M’naago next to provide her a second creampie of her own. Once the thick load gushed out of her stretched hole and past his twitching shaft he swapped the cummy member back down to Y’shtola’s leaking pussy, pushing out his own cum in great gobs as his hyper-sensitive head abutted the quivering entrance of her cervix as the last of his orgasm soaked her insides with a warm, steady flow. He held himself there inside of her, plugging her creampied cunt with his well-nursed cock as M’naago wriggled above her, semen dripping down her legs and falling across Y’shtola’s exposed belly as it gently rose and fell in the wake of her ordeal.  Time passed, perhaps more than was wise given the presence of Amalj’aa in the region, as the Hyur savored the presence of the Miqo’te women laid out before him, savored the sensation of Y’shtola’s pussy gently massaging his shrinking cock with every movement of her body until it finally fell free and limp. Suddenly, he returned to his senses, as if the breaking of this last physical connection between them was able to snap him out of some sort of reverie. He shielded his eyes with one hand, gazing up into the cloudless turquoise sky to take stock of the time of day. Not particularly late, but the amount of time he had spent filling up these girls came as a shock nonetheless. It truly felt like he was in another world all the while, a time both blissfully dilated and cut achingly short as he realized that if he wished to make it to a settlement before nightfall, he’d have to leave the oasis and his two temporary lovers sooner rather than later. With a bittersweet sigh of satisfaction, he quickly rubbed himself clean in the desert spring, drifting away from the edge of the pool to float toward its center, better to wash his face with fresh water well away from all the bodily fluids splattered near the edge. For one last hurrah, he invited Y’shtola and M’naago to join him in properly bathing, helping the two of them clean every nook and cranny as they massaged his travel-weary and fucked out frame before he instructed them to perform the same for each other - a small show while he dressed, another priceless memory to be remembered again and again as he followed the careers of the two Miqo’te with interest. Would they announce their pregnancies to the public? Retire to family life? What an interesting future awaited him… it was enough to make the next day worth looking forward to. Dressed and with the rest of his traveling gear gathered, only one task remained before heading out to complete his quest - standing at the edge of the pool, he upended the container of Amalj’aa antidote into the oasis, watching how the liquid spread across the surface of the water with a reflective, oily sheen. He imagined it must be fast-acting, but admitted in his mind that it wasn’t exactly like he had performed any thorough testing… Still, he had better leave quickly, eager now to hit the road before the two bathing catgirls came to their senses and demanded an explanation. Would they even remember him? Would their bodies remember his touch, the girth of him filling them up inside? Would they remember his voice, directing, requesting, commanding with all the confidence of one who knows they shall not be opposed? He’d certainly remember them, for their perfect shapely forms, each unique and precious, for their natural instinct to please when all else was stripped away, for how their bodies responded when touched, rubbed, prodded, fucked . True naturals indeed, primed for lovemaking - something he often heard of Miqo’te women but had never found exemplified more truly than today. He turned his back on them and headed off, a tune on his lips for the first time in months... The city-state of Ul’dah, bedecked in silks and anointed with spices, rose still like a squat jewel, its streets and alleys choked with every manner of merchant and mercenary. It was an easy place to earn a fortune, they said, all vying to make one gil more than the person next to them. For one Hyur adventurer, a fortune may yet be out of his grasp, but Ul’dah was able to provide something much greater than he believed any amount of money could buy. Where once he stood, eyeing a quest flier to investigate zealous lizardfolk in the desert, he now read a broadsheet posted to report on the latest rumor within the city and surrounding areas - a rumor that the Scion of the Seventh Dawn herself, Y’shtola, was expecting? What salacious news, and with no father identified… why, people far and wide would hear of this scandal. He grinned. His name might not be in the gossip rag but he could not help but feel a claim to fame to see such speculation across the realm, with everyone, including the Scion herself, none the wiser that it was just a weary sellsword, one among thousands, who stumbled into the right situation at the right time. Perhaps he should pay a visit to Little Ala Mhigo and see what the resistance fighters have to say about their beloved leader now...

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Chapter 0 - Screwing Around With Magic (Part 1)

“Gluck, gluck, gluck~” Pyrite bobbed her head up and down on the thick shaft thrust through the generously-sized hole cut into the dark polished wood of one wall of her booth. Her technique was exquisite - as she was proud of, often quite vocally - and something about her current customer was more… inspiring than the usual john. The small space on her side of the glory hole had little room for more than the girl within, along with the smooth, crimson-hued cock throbbing in the open air before her as she pulled back to catch her breath. Petite in height alone, the dusky skinned dragon was blessed with prodigious curves from bust to bum and down her thighs to her calves, and she sat snug and secure on a cushion of shining silk situated on a small half bench, her brass-scaled tail tucked around her in a gentle embrace. A long strand of viscous saliva hung between her bottom lip and the underside of the bouncing member, and she chuckled to herself, low and playful, as she wiped the spit across her chin. “My my my...”, she cooed, admiring her current project. She had been at work sucking off this particular customer since taking her turn in the booth nearly twenty minutes ago - an impressive feat of stamina for anyone inside of her mouth. Of course there is some small voice of business sense in her head reminding her that the quicker she gets him off, the more paying customers can come through… or really, cum through? She giggles at her own thought, dismissing the concern. The day money becomes more important to Pyrite than a good time is the day she’s truly washed up. No… if this guy can hold on for as long as she has, all the better. She’s going to make sure he really gets his money’s worth. And besides, there’s something about sucking this particular cock that’s just so. much. fun. The diminutive dragon girl was no stranger to phalluses of every shape and size, from the oh-so-fun peashooters to the earth-shattering mammoth members of Ogres, Minotaurs, and beasts even more exotic. If she had to describe her current opponent, she’d say it had fairly slender proportions, much longer than it was thick, but sized near to a foot long - perfect, in her mind, for a proper deep throating without undue stress on the jaw. Not to mention that the cock itself was just so… delicious . Something about its deep red flesh tastes like cinnamon candy as it glides across the split tines of her tongue, each drop of salty precum flowing in rich dollops from the bright, swollen head cutting through like a perfect sharp accent to the devilish indulgence of the main course. Reflecting on it is enough to set her to drooling, and she quickly dives in for another bite of sweet sweet candy. “Mmph~”, she moans, mostly through her nose as she pushes the shaft to the base of her tongue. Her lips creep forward down its length as she pulls her cheeks in, enveloping the cock with a powerful, warm suction that gives way to a slurping pop as she draws him back out of her mouth, only to repeat the motion several more times. Who could this cock belong to, she wonders as she gags audibly for effect, opening her throat to swallow him further with her tight, writhing esophagus. Does he have a business card, perhaps? Has he considered renting one of their VIP rooms? She would love to have him back, she continues to muse, even as her face descends down to the base of his straining member to swallow him completely. Why, she could do this for hours , keeping herself speared upon this cock, her tongue pushing out to pluck at the tight string of flesh anchoring his plump, smooth testicles. She hears the sound of wood creaking through the divider, her customer’s hands tightening across the courtesy rails for balance as pumps his hips forward to drive his shaft those last few desperate millimeters deeper within her throat, her breath blowing hot against his lower stomach where her nose reaches through the glory hole to press against his body.  There is a knock on the wall in from of her, as is customary for a john on the receiving end to notify the girl within the booth that they are about to cum - even with her slavering full-throat service, however, it is not the desperate rapping of one rapidly hurtling toward orgasm but rather a polite series of measured taps. Odd, in Pyrite’s experience, but not something she has time to consider before the cock buried in her mouth twitches once, then twice, shooting two ropes of warm cum to rest heavy in her belly, a preamble to the torrent of semen that begins to flow out from his shaft like an unstopped bottle, pouring freely from his smooth balls as each contraction of his cock only serves to push out his seed with greater force. Pyrite pulls back on his shaft, locking her lips around the swollen head of his cock to drink greedily from it like a spigot. As his semen coats her taste buds it hits her brain like a jolt of lightning, spreading down through her nerves in a sparkling ripple of potent, raw sexual energy. Whoever this customer is, whatever species they may be, they are of an exceptional vintage to her well-studied palate. She wouldn’t need all her fingers to count the number of people she’s blown who offered something so delicious . His member finally spent, the customer pulls away from the glory hole, withdrawing his slimy member from Pyrite’s lips with a pop and leaving her with starry eyes and a full stomach. He says nothing as he leaves, the booth shuddering slightly as the door opens and closes. She briefly considers chasing him down, but by the time she can collect herself and catch her breath the next john has already entered the vacant booth with heavy steps. He grunts as he fumbles to close the door behind him, the shadow of a massive frame visible through the divider. At last, he settles on leaving the door ajar a few inches, casting a line of light through the glory hole across Pyrite’s flushed face and sloppy, spit-stained lips. The light from the brothel beyond is soon cut off as he pushes his member through, a thick green penis that barely fits through, half-erect and already near too wide around to grip completely in two hands.  Ah, the little whore thinks to herself, immediately recognizing the cock as belonging to one of her regulars, a robust orc who was rather fond of her attention. She wipes her lips cleans on a small cloth kept nearby, a smile already beginning to spread across them once again. She just loves her loyal customers and resolves to give this impressive monster of a cock everything she has, as she always does. Thoughts of her previous john are already pushed to the back of her mind as she focuses on what’s in front of her: a big green cock, ready to pop.  She exhales, her breath hot across his already dripping head. “I love this job.” The next day finds a rather irate Pyrite seated on one of the stools aside her brothel’s tavern bar. “I swear, if this thing doesn’t go down I’m going to have to fuck everyone in here!”, she loudly declares to no one in particular. Twirling in her seat to face the day’s patrons reveals a massive erection sprouting between her legs, over a foot of thick throbbing dragon meat ribbed along its length with copper scales. A few customers close enough to overhear shuffle away in apprehension at the size of her aggressive member, even as they struggle to tear their gaze away from its impressive girth. “I just woke up like this and no matter how many times I jerk the damn thing off it won’t go away! I was so busy cumming I was almost late to work! Good thing Alenna was here to open the place up - where has that busty slut wandered off to, anyway? Better be taking care of a customer, someone’s gotta be working while I’m stuck like this.” She raises a mug to her mouth, chugging its frothy contents before swinging around again and slamming the empty vessel down on the bar. The noise causes the current bartender, a lamia by the name of Minerva (who takes no small measure of private pride at having the largest bust of any girl working under Pyrite) to jump with a slight start. “Gimme another ale.”, Pyrite spouts, cheeks flushed and words beginning to slur. The large woman dutifully fulfills her much smaller boss’s request, sliding a fresh drink across the counter she settles down onto her lengthy coils, bringing her head closer to Pyrite’s level. “You’ve never had this problem before, you say? It’s not unusual to see you sporting your, ehm… ‘equipment’. We’ve all had a ride.”, she teases carefully, not wishing to incite the frustrated dragon further. “Well, yes ”, she grumbles in response, “but not like this . It’s similar to my own magic, but I can’t control it. My dick just gets harder and harder and I’m getting hornier and hornier and no amount of cum spilled does a damn thing. This sucks .” With a huff, she chugs the new drink, slamming the empty mug down in the same fashion.  “Ah… Pyrite? Perhaps you’ve had enough pre-lunch booze?”, Minerva offers, hoping to curb a potential catastrophe. Pyrite bolts upright in response, balancing on the bar’s footrest for extra height (not that it helps against the lamia) as her raging erection is pinned stiff between her soft tummy and the edge of the counter. “I’m trying, if it isn’t obvious, to get whisky-dicked so I don’t fuck a hole in the side of this very bar, thankyouverymuch.”, she states, puffing out her reddened cheeks and banging her tiny balled fists on the countertop. Glancing over her boss’s horns, Minerva wriggles her eyebrows in a desperate attempt to catch the attention of someone approaching from the VIP rooms. Suddenly, a bare, tan-skinned arm wraps around Pyrite’s waist from behind, its delicate-fingered hand gripping her aching cock just beneath its head and giving it a playful squeeze. “Now now, Py - I could hear you all the way from the private rooms! If you don’t keep it down, you’re going to scare off all of our customers.” The voice belongs to a dusky-skinned elf, bearing shining blonde hair in a bobbed cut and a curvaceous figure not unlike Pyrite’s own. Minerva sighs with relief at her appearance. “There you are, Alenna.”, the lamia says, relaxing her wine-scaled shoulders. “Our Pyrite’s been a belligerent mess all morning, sporting a woody that would make a lesser woman cower in fear and bragging about how many times she’s jerked it today!” Pyrite scrambles to respond: “I wasn’t bragging , you sexy reptile! Alenna, no matter how many times I cum I can’t get it to go down, it’s killing me. I know I’m always horny but it’s different with this ,” she complains, turning sideways to gesture at the cock between her legs, crowned now with a fat dollop of precum. “A cock ain’t supposed to last this long, it stopped being fun by the eighth or ninth load!” “You poor thing.”, Alenna tuts, sliding her hand up Pyrite’s cock. She lets her fingers trail as she reaches the tip, collecting the dragon’s precum and bringing it to her lips for a taste. “Hm hm hm, what to do…”, she continues, making a show of contemplation as licks her lips clean. “You say you’ve been getting yourself off all day, perhaps the problem lies there? I’m getting an idea…” Pyrite glares daggers at her, clearly not enjoying her business partner’s exaggerated display. “Come on, spit it out. I’m desperate here!”. Alenna smiles, coyly, and nods. “Yes, I’ve got it. How about you have someone else help you out, say… me? After all, it’s always better to have a helping hand. And besides, we can put on a little show for these poor customers you’ve cowed with your big, scary, monster cock. Give them a taste of our VIP experience?” The dragon girl’s eyes light up, a small grin quickly spreading across her face. “If you’re volunteering… think you can handle this?”, she says, her tone already warming up with her usual playfulness. Alenna simply drops to her knees in response, casting her eyes up demurely. “How about you step off that stool and let me get to work, okay? For the customers.” Pyrite hops down from her seat, her cock flopping across Alenna’s face with an audible smack. “Rrright… For the customers. You never could resist.” The dark elf’s face cracks like a mask for a brief moment, unbidden lust writ clear across her features before she clears her throat against the weighty balls half-smothering her mouth. “Gentlemen and all others with a cock in need of care!”, she calls out to the room, as if everyone present was not already fully fixated on the scene unfolding at the bar. “Allow my coworker and I to provide a demonstration on the sort of full, attentive service you can expect in one of our VIP rooms! Our girls will be ready to take your orders after the ‘show’~” With her preamble out of the way, she pushes against Pyrite’s hips to force her a step back, placing the dripping tip of the dragon’s cock right at the level of her waiting lips. With one smooth motion, Alenna makes a small “aah” and wraps her mouth around the flare of Pyrite’s glans, holding the entire head tight in her mouth. Wincing at the sudden stimulation, Pyrite lets out an unguarded, gasping moan. “Ah~! Alenna, you hungry little slut - haven’t you heard of foreplay?” The elf draws her lips tight, forcing the swollen cock head out of her mouth with no small amount of bubbling saliva behind it. “Heh, sorry Py. Guess you’re right, I couldn’t resist!” She gives a wink before diving back in again, this time darting her head low and lifting up the impressive weight of the dragon’s member in her hands to gain access to the ridged underside of its scaly shaft. With a well-practiced rhythm, she lavishes a series of suckling kisses and long broad licks across its length, remembering - as any professional should - to give some special attention to the balls as she pulls each as far into her mouth as they will go, slobbering completely across Pyrite’s swinging sack as she quickly makes a spattered mess of the floorboards below. Such ministrations would be enough to satisfy the surliest erection, but they are heightened even further by Pyrite’s thus far frustrated solo efforts throughout the day - to finally have someone else cradling her cock and with such precision sends waves of pink-hued pleasure radiating up her shaft to collect in a ball of electric stimulation at the base of her pleasure. The dragon girl’s legs shiver and hands contort as the urge, the drive, the need for more - more stimulation, and hopefully some relief. Her constant state of arousal since sunup has driven her to the edge of restraint if not the edge of orgasm - it is time for her to take control. “Mmfffuck, Alenna! You always do such good work, I would think you spend all your time missing my cock.”, she teases, an edge to her voice as her hands reach down to brush the elf’s gleaming hair from her eyes. “You’re certainly putting on a show - ahn - for our patrons… but I think we can make it better!” As Alenna’s head pulls back to lap at the swollen head of Pyrite’s cock, the desperate dragon grips a fistful of her hair tight and forces herself past the elf’s delicate lips and back to the barrier of her throat. Alenna’s eyes shoot wide with surprise as her mouth is suddenly stretched to its limit, her coworker’s cock perched against the wet warmth of her writhing uvula. Still, she does not protest or pull away - she merely inhales through her nose, ready and willing to receive. “Go on, Madame! Fuck her face!”, someone cheers from the impromptu audience, summoning a chorus of affirmative replies in response. Pyrite gazes down at Alenna’s stuffed face beneath her, playfully thrusting her hips forward just enough to bump against the back of her throat. “Well, Alenna… you heard the crowd. I guess they like your idea after all.”, she pants, her breath hot and steaming with barely-checked lust. And then, she pulls her dutiful coworker down on her shaft, relishing the rumble in the elf’s throat as each ridge of her cock pops deep down her slimy throat. The sensation of having her entire member wrapped tight in wet, pulsating warmth drives a sigh deep from Pyrite’s core like that weary traveler taking their first drink from a desert spring. As much as she trusts her hands to do their job and do it well (they’ve certainly earned her enough coin over the years), having someone else to properly fuck is just so much better. Gripping Alenna’s head tight, she begins to pound away at the tiny elf’s face with an animal abandon, driving her frustrations straight through her partner’s parted lips and into the depths of her hungry throat. To Alenna’s credit, she retains much of her composure, submitting fully to the facefuck as her chest heaves like a bellows in an attempt to control what little gag reflex she has while taking every chance to inhale on the outstroke she can.  As Pyrite humps away against Alenna’s throat, a frothy mess of bubbling spittle spills forth past the seal of the elf’s tightly clamped lips, her queenly cock leaving little room for anything else each time it plunges fully into Alenna’s mouth. The once-raucous patrons, now stunned into attentive silence at the display of complete oral domination taking place, allow the sounds of slopping spit splattering across the floor and Alenna’s muffled moans of visceral submission to fill the room as a steady chanting of desperate grunts from the dragon girl, the star player, grows louder and louder with each thrust of her raging erection from tip to base and back again. “Mff, fuck, fuck, fffuck, FUCK! I’m gonna- Fuck, Alenna, I’m gonna fill your slutty little throat!” Her intention declared, Pyrite follows through by driving the dark elf’s battered and spit-flecked face down to the root of her cock, her massive balls pulling tight against her body as if to cradle Alenna’s chin… and she cums. The powerful twitching of her bewitched phallus is enough to send Alenna’s body bouncing an inch or more from the floor with each pulse of viscous, pearl-white semen she sends down the elf’s gullet. Pyrite doubles over, her chest resting on top of Alenna’s head as she rides out the whiplike waves of her orgasm, sending enough seed to overwhelm the elf’s capacity to swallow - she soon chokes, sputtering as the dragon’s cum bursts forth in thick rivulets from the edges of her lips and her panting nostrils in tandem, an explosion of backed-up spunk with nowhere else to go. Most in the crowd could only dream of such a load, while those well-equipped enough among them grin with quiet confidence and quickly count their coins, eager for a go of their own.  At last, the two women separate, with Pyrite taking a step back to withdraw her slick, slimy member and allowing Alenna to fall back on her haunches. An aftershock sends a few more electric twitches across the dragon’s shaft, spurting yet a few more ropes across the face of the girl serving her as she struggles to catch her breath in the midst of coughing up great gobs of semen to join the mess on the floor. “Ahh… haaah… Py, that was… wow . That was incredi-mmph!” Even as Alenna seeks to compliment her coworker on a job well fucked, Pyrite cuts her off as she shoves her still-erect cock into her mouth once more. “Sorry, Alenna… I told you this was a stubborn one! But damn, your throat is the best! I think we’re getting somewhere, just hold on for a while longer. A few more loads might take this edge off.” Alenna looks up at her, something akin to indignation writ across her features before it melds to resigned satisfaction. While she may have preferred some warning, she can’t exactly complain at being treated to Pyrite’s cock this much. Pyrite chuckles at the sight, impish with a wry edge. “Well, who knows. That was my best pop today, but I gotta say: it just made me hungry for more!” Even if Pyrite would like to continue feeling frustrated that even such perfect throat service was not enough to kill her abnormal (even for her) libido, but something about cumming good and proper inside of someone else felt so right. If her cock had a mind of its own, this is what it wants - so who is she to refuse the call? She shrugs, even as she resumes sliding Alenna’s head up and down her shaft like little more than a moaning fuck toy. May as well see how far this goes, she tells herself, before throwing her head back and clenching her kegels in response to the head of her cock brushing against the elf’s twisting tongue just right. As Alenna increases her suction, causing her face to make an obscene, almost silly expression as her cheeks cave in and her lips to pull away from her gums, a sloppy, slurping sound joins the chorus of impassioned facefucking. The heightened vacuum pull against the skin of her cock in every direction engorging her already straining member, coupled with the display of the attractive little elf debasing herself so completely for her in front of the eager crowd, is enough to send Pyrite quickly hurtling over another edge. “Oohh fuck, that’s the good stuff~!”, she croons, continuing to make love to Alenna’s mouth and throat even as her swinging balls begin to pulse another flood of semen directly into the waiting elf, the load no more diminished for the shot she just dumped down Alenna’s gullet minutes before. Rather than slamming the elf down on her and riding through the waves of pleasure ricocheting through her body, however, Pyrite elects to hump away, pumping cum all the while. Fat ropes are deposited directly down Alenna’s gullet as she thrusts down her distended throat, and when she pulls her cock back so that only the elf’s lips cling on to her swollen head like a desperate rodeo rider, Alenna’s cheeks are quickly filled to bursting, puffing out in clownish contrast to her earlier expressions as she struggles (and fails) to contain all of Pyrite’s potent seed within her mouth. Thick strands of admixed saliva and semen swing in the air where they hang between Alenna’s dripping chin and the recessed ridges of Pyrite’s willful member. As that same cock continues to pound away at the elf’s face, great gobs of semen are forced forth and thrown around, spattering across Alenna’s flushed features and running down Pyrite’s insatiable shaft to coat her testicles in a slick, milky sheen.  Without rest or respite, the diminutive dragon replants her feet to the width of her shoulders, controlling Alenna’s head with one hand only as she uses the other to wipe the spider’s web of cum from her features, or rather… to smear it around, treating her coworker like little more than a free-use slut for all to see, a slave to her superior member, filthy and degraded. Pyrite certainly knows her friend well, as Alenna sputters and sighs around the cock choking her out in abject delight, slipping into that wonderful blank-minded state that comes with being thoroughly used up. Through her cum-drunk haze, she manages to reach up and find Pyrite’s lubricated testicles, which she begins to massage in her pawing palms, rubbing the smooth, weighty orbs laden with endless semen before gripping around the base where they attach to the underside of thrusting cock and beginning to stroke the soft skin of her sack in a downwards motion, almost as if attempting to milk her balls of further loads. What success she has, too, as Pyrite’s split tongue lolls forth from her toothy, animal grin and her eyes lose focus. Over the course of the following half-hour she sends two, three, four more loads down Alenna’s throat, into her mouth, across her face, until the happy little elf is sat pleased as punch in a puddle of bodily fluids, tears streaming down cum-stained cheeks from her joyous eyes, a mess a matted hair and sweaty limbs as her full belly softly rises and falls with the settling of her heart rate. Pyrite gazes down at the fruits of her labor, her cock taut against her chest the remains of her last orgasm ooze from the tip caught firmly between her heavy breasts. She appears almost as if a mythical demon of lust, no longer frustrated but certainly not satiated - not yet. “Come on, Alenna! That was only the warm-up! I’ve got more to spare and I know how you want it, you little minx. We’ve fucked more than enough johns together for me to know nothing is better for you than getting bent over.” Alenna coughs up a spatter of cum, gazing up at the powerful pillar of rod-hard cock looming over her. She’d been wet at the first sight of it today, and after having her throat fucked so roughly for so long, well… she’d already cum plenty herself, and the dripping mess between her thighs was evidence enough of that. Still, she wouldn’t be satisfied herself without feeling those ridges stretch her sopping pussy out one by one. She begins to hoist herself to her feet when Pyrite grabs her around the waist with surprising strength and tosses her over the edge of the bar. The smooth wood pushes against her stomach, and Alenna quickly grabs the nearest mug to cough up a mouthful of cum, enough to fill it to the brim. Minerva gently settles back from where she was looming over the bar for a closer look at the proceedings, her own arousal at witnessing the scene obvious across her flushed features. Always the professional, she quickly moves the mug full of spunk away from the elf before it can be spilled. “I see you’re already hot and ready to go, heh.”, Pyrite teases, stepping up onto a booster set beneath the bar to gain the proper height necessary to guide the tip of her cock against Alenna’s steaming cunt. “Let’s make it one more good one, eh? Then you can get back to whoring, hehe.”, Pyrite teases, pressing the head of her cummy cock against Alenna’s needy little hole just enough to spread her pink lips apart. Alenna moans, bouncing her hips up and down to stroke herself against the stiff shaft. “Dammit, Py! Don’t play games, I know you need this too - just fuck me already, jeez!” Pyrite cackles to herself, grinning. “Well, if you say so. But I don’t think you know just how much I need this!” She punctuates her statement with a quick, powerful thrust that bottoms out against the elf’s posterior fornix. As she slams her length into Alenna, the elf’s body shudders and she cries out a wordless moan that may have been intended as an “ Oh, fuck!” as she cums hard against Pyrite’s thick scaled inches. “Ehehe, I know how much you love my cock, you filthy elf. You can just ask me to whip it out next time, y’know. Assuming it ever goes away…” She begins to thrust now, steady and pistonlike, Alenna’s legs shuddering each time the ribs of her shaft rumble across the tight entrance of her hungry cunt. Pyrite’s hands grab tight around the base of her hips, the elf’s thick figure spilling forth between her fingers. “And if it doesn’t - nngh! - well, this isn’t so bad.” She sends a series of smacks across Alenna’s bouncing bum, delighting at the red hue and sharp moans her palm summons forth, each spank causing the elf’s muscular pussy to tighten reflexively around her shaft. It is Alenna’s turn to continue to cum, orgasm after orgasm rolling across her body as Pyrite continues her complete domination of her hole. Alenna reaches out across the bar toward Minerva, searching for something to ground her back to reality against the relentless onslaught of her friend’s perfect cock. “M-minerva… I’m gonna… I’m gonna lose my mind.”, she croaks, her body bouncing across the bar with each forceful thrust. “Aww, you poor dear,” the massive-framed lamia responds with sarcastic sympathy. “Here, I’ve got you. Just relax and enjoy.”  Minerva lifts her top up to her neck, letting her massive breasts spill forth in full view of Pyrite and all assembled, beautiful tan mounds, silky smooth and crowned with fat, dusky purple nipples. She lowers herself further, allowing her chest to rest across the bar and giving Alenna access to rest her head between them in a warm, soft embrace. Enjoying the show but wanting more, even more, Pyrite bends forward and reaches back to shift her skimpy bottoms lower down her thick thighs, lifting her tail to expose the pulsing pucker of her asshole to the crowd. “First cock to toss a coin on the counter gets a turn, now get in here!” She doesn’t bother to look as there is a brief moment of silence behind her followed by the sound of a scrabble - moments later, a gold coin flips onto the countertop and a fat cock finds its way against her rear entrance. “Well, what are you waiting for? It’s not every day I give a deal this good! Well… it is, but still: fuck my slutty asshole!”  No one has ever had to be asked twice to take a turn with one of Pyrite’s holes, and whoever is behind her sure wasn’t going to be the first. With a masculine grunt, the thick cock enters her waiting ass, stretching her nicely as it pushes past her summoned prostate. Pyrite moans as he hits her p-spot, the added stimulation connecting with the nerves in her cock exquisitely. It is the missing voice in the symphony of pleasure she has been conducting inside of Alenna’s tight, squirming pussy, and she clenches her asshole tight around the veins of her customer’s cock to draw as much as she can from the experience. “Oooh, fuckfuckfuck, right there, sir! Right. There!” she calls out, her ass and her cock suddenly pulsing in rhythm as she releases another load, this time with the head of her raging erection parked from against the firm entrance to Alenna’s womb. She blacks out for a brief moment, her brain overloaded by stimulation from both ends, her cock shooting enough cum instead of the elf beneath her to backsplatter against her own balls. The contracts in her asshole are enough to quickly drive her mystery john to his own orgasm, unprepared as he was to wrestle with the exquisite back door of the Queen of the Night herself.  Pyrite continues to cum, draining her balls into Alenna as the dark elf is left to do little but shudder and jerk beneath her, even long after the customer in her ass grows soft and slips out, his hot cum running down the inside of her thighs as he retreats into the crowd as an unspoken gesture from Minerva, the only girl present with any presence of mind left. The dragon and the dark elf lay across the bar for several beats, the one slumped over the other, as Pyrite’s cock continues oozing out a steady stream of semen to flow lazily past the edges of Alenna’s soiled cunt. Finally, a panting Pyrite rights herself and steps down from the booster, withdrawing her cock from its warm, squirming sheath and unleashing a flood of cum across the floor. Even now, her still-dripping cock stands at full attention, twitching aggressively. “Oh, wow . Being in the center of a sandwich is so much better when you have a ‘fuck yes’ button up your ass.” She hops up onto a nearby stool, her erection wagging just under her chin as she finally turns to face the gathered patrons.  The crowd is watching, stunned and horny beyond belief, each of them wet between the legs or otherwise sporting a hard-on that threatens to breach their breeches. “Oops, oh yeah. Uh… Alenna? I think your little ‘advertisement’ got their attention, alright. Uhm… Alenna?” She turns to find Alenna already up and on her feet, looking about as collected and professional as one can after such a rough and extensive fucking. “D-don’t you worry, Py. I’ll take care of these patrons - eheh, I mean, I’ll make sure they are taken care of.”, she states, unable to mask the slight quaver in her voice or the small smile on her bruised, cum-covered face. She turns to address the patrons. “Everyone! I’d like to announce that anyone looking for a full-service creampie course should follow me to the VIP rooms, where we’ll match you with one of our illustrious and talented girls. And yes, I will be on call… after I clean up first.” A voice calls out from the crowd, “Don’t bother! I’ll take ya as-is!” before another chimes in with “Wait, pick me first!” Alenna smiles with professional courtesy, walking across the room to take hold of the two gentlemen by the bulges in their pants. “No worries, we can handle everyone. Right this way, please,” she announces, before leading the crowd away toward the back rooms. Passing by the bar, she throws a wink and a kiss in the direction of a stunned Pyrite before disappearing.  “I swear, that girl. If we weren’t partner’s I’d be worried she could put me out of business.”, Pyrite mutters, before calling out after her: “Alenna, wait! Send Velvet and Sprocket down if you see them!” The insatiable dragon turns back to the bar, making no effort to hide her focus on Minerva’s now-exposed breasts. “Well, Minerva - we’re back to where we started. You, me, and a fuckin’ huge dick that won’t go down no matter what. Let’s hope those two can do something about it or you might be next!”, she jokes, chuckling softly to herself before sighing in frustration. “Ugh, even with whatever magic apparently lives in my fuckin’ balls now I still need a drink after all that.” She reaches out to grab the nearest mug, bringing it to her lips and taking a swig before an alarmed Minerva can get out a “Pyrite, wait!”. The contents catch her by surprise, and Pyrite spits a gob of thick cum out of her mouth onto the bar before examining the mug more closely - the same vessel that Alenna coughed up her oral creampie into earlier. “Let me get you a proper drink, silly.”, the large snake says, before Pyrite shrugs. “Eh.” She chugs the rest of the cum from the mug. “I’ve had worse.”

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Chapter 0 - It Takes a Villain

“So what’s the deal with this client?”  E the alchemist and his vampiric companion Rebby are making their way through town when he finally breaks his silence with the question, a hint of irritation creeping into his tone. He never appreciates being pulled from his lab, even if it’s to pay the bills. “Jeez, E. Aren’t you supposed to be the professional here? That includes knowing who’s who, you know. And the ‘who’ in question is one Lady Annabel, a real proper noble type. Big mansion in the country, probably loads of cash.” E performs a mock bow without breaking his stride. “My apologies, Miss Rebecca. It’s easy to forget you’re a proper noble type yourself, sometimes.” Rebby responds with a playful punch to his arm, deciding for the time being that sending him flying across the town square wouldn’t be all that productive.  At the Guildhall, a nervous clerk alerts them that the client is already waiting for them in a meeting room, and ushers them inside before shutting the door behind them. Seated at the far side of a large table is a statuesque woman, her stature composed and eyebrows arched. E takes note of her tailored finery, and closer note of the extremely short cut barely covering an inch of her milky-white legs as well as the top which seems to struggle valiantly to contain her voluptuous cleavage. Rebby rolls her eyes and exhales a small puff of air. From irritated to aroused in point two seconds, she thinks to herself. “Lady Annabel?”, E queries, taking a seat as he balances the chair on its back legs. The woman smiles, a joyless expression. “I see my reputation has preceded me. I’m glad the Guild does its homework.” E scoffs. “Hardly. What’s the job?”  Annabel tents her fingers before her, nonplussed toward the alchemist’s attitude. “I’m looking to hire some protection for a delivery I am expecting to my home. A certain… artifact of some value and much use. I am afraid my enemies move against me and may attempt to steal it before it is in my care.” E allows his chair to fall as he leans forward. “So you’d like us to babysit your little toy? You could take your money to the nearest tavern and hire a few dozen mercs if you’re that concerned.” Her eyebrows furrow, betraying her annoyance at last. “True, but I don’t know who I can trust. The Guild has a reputation for reliability. You’ll only need to watch over one leg of the journey, a canyon which I believe is the likely location for any attack that may be forthcoming.” E rubs the bridge of his nose. “And the artifact? What is it?” Annabel shakes her head with a task . “I cannot say.” He moves his hand up to rub his forehead. “And the pay?” “Your standard rate, plus a hazard fee and a bonus for the short notice.” E looks over his shoulder at Rebby, who appears to have been cleaning her nails during the exchange. She looks up at him and gives a noncommittal shrug. He sighs, with no pretense of courtesy. “Alright. You’ve got a deal.” Annabel grins even as she glares daggers in his direction. “ Excellent, I’m glad we’re in agreement. Allow me to provide you with the details…” Later that evening, as the sun begins to disappear beyond the horizon, E and Rebby find themselves staked out at a makeshift campsite above a narrow ravine, barely wide enough for two carts to pass each other. “You know, I wasn’t sure if you were going to walk out on her or ask her out right there, E.” He turns from his post peering over the cliffside to point a finger at the teasing vampire. “I keep telling you, she’s not my type.” “Please. Everyone with tits is your type.” “You know that’s not true, and- wait, don’t change the subject! I was trying to tell you to please stop using my ‘work rope’ when you run out of your ‘play rope’.” “Rope is rope, E. It’s all our rope. Besides, you know Aya uses it too - she likes to make a little swing set for herself with it.” He pauses a moment in thought, his accusatory finger falling to his side. “I… damn, that sounds pretty adorable.” Rebby smirks. “It is . Now pay attention, I think I hear the delivery entering the ravine.” The vampire’s sharp ears are right, and E soon spots an armored wagon rounding the entrance to the small canyon. He gestures for Rebby to join him by his side as the two of them slip into a more serious demeanor. Each of them scans the cliff walls for any potential signs of an ambush, but nothing appears to have changed from when they first arrived. Suddenly, a sound from behind arrests their attention - the sound of haughty laughter, emanating from a pale woman clad in a high-slit dress of black and gold and concealing her upper face behind a mask of similar design. E and Rebby share a guilty glance, neither wanting to admit to being snuck up upon. “Ohohoho! You two are meant to stop me? The artifact is as good as mine!” E straightens, turning his back on the ravine to confront the interloper. “And who are you? You’re good to get the drop on us, but a fool for coming alone.” The woman steps forward, a cruel smile visible on her painted lips. “Why, I’m The Villainess! And I didn’t come alone. ”  With a snap of her fingers, the ravine rumbles as a large burst of dust and shattered stone shoots out of the cliff wall below them. “E, she’s got a rock golem!”, Rebby reports, looking down at the delivery wagon being threatened by a large, lithic humanoid now standing in its way as the driver struggles to bring the panicked horses under control. “Damn!”, E growls, before barking at her: “Well get down there and do something about it!” The vampire brushes her hair over her shoulder as her expression twists into one of animal delight at the prospect of a good fight. “I was going to call dibs on him anyway. Good luck with Queen Bitch over there.” With that, she jumps from the cliffside on a foot-first collision course with the golem’s crude approximation of a head. “Yeah, I know what I’m doing…”, E mutters under his breath as the sound of heavy blows barrel up from the canyon like a barrage of cannon fire. He turns to face The Villainess, who has squared up some meters away and adopted a fighting stance at odds with her admittedly fashionable attire. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to call the big guy down there off?” E buys some time as he sizes up his opponent, trying his best not to become distracted by the low cut of her strapless top or the high cut of her long skirt. A magic user, he figures, already considering the spells necessary to conjure and control a golem of that size. Given her full figure, voluptuous and soft and not particularly well-muscled, he takes it as a safe bet that spells will figure into her combat style as well. “Not likely, lest you can defeat me. So no, not likely.” She confirms his suspicions by throwing a combination of punches into the air followed by a scything roundhouse, each shadowboxed blow followed by a burst of scintillating arcane energy that crackles through the air as a projection of her movements, causing E to dive for cover as the magical blasts scorch the space he had occupied mere moments ago. Not looking to fight at range, he launches himself from the ground toward her, already keyed to read her movements in anticipation of the next battery of bolts. E ducks low to slip under the next attack from The Villainess, following through into a furious uppercut which his opponent swats aside, a shock of arcane force shooting through his deflected limb. Nothing my body can’t handle, he thinks, before launching into a combination of his own as the two of them engage in lightning-quick close combat. Their battle carries them around the ridge as they circle, with E’s experience keeping her on the defensive while the threat of a sudden magical release checks his advance and keeps him from committing to a knockout blow. He works to drive her back against the cliff’s edge, managing his footwork even as he concentrates on not eating one of her fast-traveling bolts head-on. His plan seems to be working, even, up until the point where a loud cry from Rebby echoes up from the canyon, followed immediately by a sudden rumbling of the earth beneath their feet as she slams the rock golem into the cliff face, hard. Cracks spread like branching lightning up the cliffside, causing the ground to give way beneath The Villainess and, to his misfortune, E as well. She cries out in surprise as they tumble down alongside the shattered stone they once stood upon, quickly attempting to summon a field of force to cushion her fall. The desperate incantation catches E’s eye and he kicks off the cliff face as he falls, intending to collide with her and take cover beneath her spell before they hit the ground and end up buried beneath several tons of rubble. “Pardon me, miss.”, he grunts as he wraps his arms tight around her, pulling her close and burying his face into her unavoidable cleavage as they twist in the air. “Unhand me at once, you fo-” The ground approaches, faster than fast, and then… darkness. A light comes on, emanating from the slender tip of The Villainess’s finger mere centimeters from E’s face. He shifts around, attempting to get a view of his surroundings only to become painfully aware that he and The Villainess both appear to be caught in a small pocket within the piled rubble, with her body pinned beneath his. Her hot breath tickles his face, and he picks up the scent of exotic, floral perfume from her skin. He feels a growing dampness at his waist and shifts his hips to check for injury, only to be greeted by the sound of broken glass falling from his belt to the rocks beneath them. “Oh, damn.”, he mumbles. “We’re in trouble.” The Villainess appears taken aback by his observation. “Oh, are we? I hadn’t noticed until you said something. Now get off of me this instant!” E glares at her in the dim light cast by her spell. “You don’t understand a damn thing, woman. My potions were damaged in the fall, and there’s no telling what they could do if the fumes mix. I haven’t tested all of the combi-'' She gasps. “ You were supposed to be damaged in the fall. In fact, there shouldn’t have been a fall! If your little whore hadn’t taken down the whole damned ravine-” “Don’t you dare try to blame this on us, milady. I don’t recall summoning a damn golem to smash up the place for some worthless trinket that doesn’t even belong to me.” She scoffs now, turning her face to the side. “My Thud can’t help himself, he was made that way. If you had just played along nicely and run away - or better yet, died , I wouldn’t be in this mess!” E opens his mouth to rebut her preposterous notion, only for his words to catch in his throat as he realizes The Villainess’s free hand has gripped his cock through the front of his breeches, and that he is hard, painfully so. More than that, his own hands have found themselves groped at her body, snaking beneath her dress to cup one of her breasts while the other rubs the inside of her thigh. They both look at each other, eyes to mask, and say in tandem: “What are you doing?!” Without a moment’s hesitation, the trapped adversaries launch into overlapping tirades, arguing vehemently even as they tear at each other’s clothes with as little movement as they are afforded by the cramped conditions at the bottom of the rock pile. E’s belt is loosened, The Villainess’s panties shifted aside. He curses her name and leans in to kiss her within the same breath, she bites his lip without affection even as she guides his fiercely throbbing member inside of her.  She is soaking wet, and they both moan as his cock slips deep inside with ease before their argument begins anew, each hurling blame at the other for their current state of affairs, only now their words are punctuated by the rising gasps of their pleasure as E makes use of the space to drive his hips against hers in short, powerful thrusts heightened by The Villainess’s skill in gyrating and grinding against him with small, deft movements. “ Ah, are you getting close, you bastard? I dare you to cum first.” The Villainess whispers in his ear, soft moans bubbling up through the venom in her tone. “I wasn’t going to lose to you -unf- up there, I’m not losing to you down here.” His reply is as steady as he can manage, his eyes locked on her facemask as if he sought to see right through it and meet her stubborn gaze. “I can’t wait to finish you off and see what a pathetic mess you become.”, he adds, thrusting deep enough to bottom out and make her gasp in response. The two of them grit their teeth as they lay into each other, sharp minds fighting to stave off the effects of the makeshift aphrodisiac and failing as they descend deeper into animal lust, heedless of the settling rocks entrapping them as the scent of sweat and sex fills their small purgatory. Their instincts claw for greater control, pushing out everything from their thoughts aside from their rising pleasure and their indignant anger, a focus for each of them to turn their desperate lovemaking into a hollow competition. There is no doubt in either of their minds that they’ll be the one to win, to see the other lose control first, to force them to give in - nothing else matters in this moment… “E! Really?!” The two of them jump with fright, the motion traveling between their overstimulated bodies and pushing each closer to a shuddering orgasm than they’d care to admit. Lost in their microcosm where battle and sex had become indistinguishable, they both failed to notice Rebby’s voice growing closer and clearer until she had pulled away the last stones sealing them in. E stammers, something about the potions, how they broke and… Rebby isn’t buying it. She grabs him by the collar, pulling him bodily from the rockfall with one arm so that his turgid cock springs free from The Villainess’s insides and pins itself against his stomach. He twists in her grasp, spotting the golem on the other side of the hole as it reaches in to scoop up his master and deposit her on her shoulders as she attempts to cover herself up.  “Uhm… did you win?”, he asks sheepishly, to which Rebby drops him on his bare ass. “We stopped fighting as soon as you fell, you bonehead. We thought you were in trouble and started digging your asses out - he’s very polite when not trying to smash your head in, you know.” E stares up at The Villainess on her perch, her face flushed and furious. “You helped them, Thud? Ugh. Get us out here, you useless boulder! And don’t think you’ve won, E. You wouldn’t have lasted another minute.” Thud the golem tilts his simply-rendered head and gives Rebby a friendly wave goodbye before he turns and jogs off down the ravine. The alchemist and the vampire watch them leave, dumbstruck by her sudden change of heart. They share a look, more confused than anything. “Huh.” “Pull up your damn pants, E.” The next day, after a cold shower and some much-needed rest, E and Rebby head to Annabel’s mansion to report the night’s events and receive payment for driving off the mysterious Villainess. E is unimpressed by the layers of servants they have to deal with getting from the gate through the doors, then from the foyer to a waiting room and finally Annabel’s office. The room is splendid, paneled in polished wood and decorated with an assortment of gilded fixtures and furniture between several large and doubtless priceless oil paintings. She greets them from a padded leather chair behind a massive hardwood desk, done up in her usual finery and impeccable makeup, though E takes note of the fact she seems a bit tired despite her efforts to hide it. Rebby immediately peels away from his side to examine some of the items on display while they get down to business. “Late night, milady?”, E queries, the politeness in his tone entirely hollow. Annabel almost rolls her eyes in response before catching herself and resting her chin behind tented fingers instead. “When the artifact failed to arrive on time I must admit I was too worried to consider rest.” E scratches his nose as he responds. “There was a slight delay due to an assault set up by someone calling herself ‘The Villainess’, but my partner and I were able to drive her off without issue.” Annabel furrows her brow in concern at the mention of an attack, and E wonders why her servants wouldn’t have reported the story from the delivery drivers. “And this… you said Villainess? Was she-” “She was you, wasn’t she?”, Rebby cuts in, her back toward the two of them as she examines a locked chest of drawers. “ Me? Preposterous, why would I have attacked my own delivery? You’d best leave before I call my security.” Rebby chuckles and E doesn’t have to see her face to imagine the smirk she’s wearing.  “I have a sharper nose than my boneheaded friend here, Lady Annabel. And a sharper set of eyes, and ears, and the ability to not get distracted by every pair of tits in front of me.” In one swift motion, her hand shoots and shatters the face of one of the drawers, withdrawing from within a mask of black and gold - the same worn by The Villainess the night before. She whirls around to present the evidence. “Nice trick changing your hair color - good enough to fool poor E, at least. I just have two questions: why’d you go through the trouble, and are we going to have to put you down before we get our money?” Annabel sighs and stands up, inciting E and Rebby to brace for combat. The lady laughs sardonically, waving her hand from side to side between them. “Oh please, no need for any of that. Here’s your money.” She reaches into her desk beneath their watchful eyes and withdraws a purse of coins, which she tosses to E. “I doubt you’d understand the complexities of my political situation, but suffice it to say that I attacked my own delivery to demonstrate to the crown my house’s need for additional funds - I simply want to protect my domain.” E appears more irritated at the revelation than anything as he finishes counting the coins and finds the agreed-upon sum present. “You simply want to consolidate your own power, you mean.” She sinks back down into her chair. “From where I sit the two are the same, hunter. Looks like I won after all.” “And the magic you wield? The golem? Not the typical tools of scheming nobles.” “I know more than a few tricks, and anything I could say beyond that is none of your business. The golem is Thud, an old associate of mine. He’s really quite polite.” “That’s what I said!”, Rebby chimes in. Annabel weaves an intricate series of arcane sigils in the air before snapping her fingers. “Allow me to introduce you, to show he’s no target of yours.” There is a flash of light and the sound of stone grinding on stone as a portal opens beside the door and the previous night’s golem comes through piece by piece, assembling himself in the office so that he stands a head above E’s height, his rudimentary features betraying no emotion. E looks into the blank dimples serving as its eyes and then shrugs. “I can’t say I’m happy with your little stunt, but the payment is square: we’re done here. Let’s go, Rebby.” As his companion puts The Villainess’s mask down while protesting the lack of a good fight, E turns his back to the desk as he places his hands over Thud’s chest, muttering a short phrase before turning to leave. “‘Till next time.”, Annabel calls out after him with barely-concealed smugness, unaware of what he’d just done. E checks the door with the back of his hand on the way out without another word. Inside a rather roomy carriage on their way back home Rebby reaches a hand to give a brooding E an awkward pat of consolation, the closest gesture to affection she can muster. “So she got one on us, E. At least we got paid!” E grabs her wrist and pulls her from her seat onto the floor in front of him. “I’m not pissed about that, I’m pissed at that smug attitude of hers - and this raging case of blue balls she left me with. Time to kill two birds with one stone.” Rebby’s eyes light up in anticipation as tears open the front of his breeches, freeing his massive cock and letting it fall across her upturned face with an audible smack. “Just a sec…”, he mutters, whispering a small incantation before he grabs his partner by the hair and guides her lips to his swollen, dripping head. “I’m going to be a bit rough today, Reb.” She merely purrs in response, the sound vibrating through her lips down his throbbing shaft. Back in Annabel’s office, she finishes directing Thud to tidy up the splintered remains of the drawer Rebby trashed when the golem stands upright, pivots, and takes hold of his master, stony fingers clenching her rosy locks tight and preventing her from little more than twisting in place. “Thud?! W-what are you doing? Stop this at once, I command you!” The golem forces her to her knees, his strength impossible for her to resist. In a panic Annabel raises her hands to scan the creature’s indomitable frame, her heart sinking to discover the signature trace of a remote control spell placed upon him, its energy aligned to overwrite any hold she has over the golem. An arcane portal opens up before her eyes at the level of Thud’s pelvis, and a large phallus emerges until it stands proud before her face. She recognizes the shape and size of it immediately, a perfect mirror of E’s own member. Unable to escape, she attempts once more to placate her servant: “Thud… I need you to release me, now. Plea-mmf!” With no further preamble, Thud forces her face down on his newly-summoned cock. Annabel gags as the thick shaft pops past the barrier of her throat, her stomach heaving as her mouth is used like a toy by her insubordinate servant. Her protests are muffled to pathetic squeals as her face is assaulted, and her face is soon rendered into an abstract painting of black on red as her eye shadow runs down her flushed cheeks. Back in the carriage, Rebby gasps for breath with a smile on her spit-coated lips as E gives her a brief break before pushing her down on his slick, slippery shaft once again with a deep growl, sliding her face down to the base and groaning as the vampire’s talented tongue snakes out to lap at his balls. Due to the effect of his spell, his cock is inundated with the sensations from both Rebby and Annabel simultaneously, and the overlapping pleasure of his partner’s practiced throat drawing him in and The Villainess’s seizing mouth fighting in vain to push him out pushes him to the brink. Annabel sputters and coughs as E’s transposed phallus fills her throat with thick, chewy ropes, the hot semen leaking past her battered lips to stain her pale cleavage and the fine dress beneath. Without wasting a moment, Thud lifts her to her feet and spins her around, his rough fingers clumsily tearing her dress and panties out of the way before he spears her from behind on his cock. The golem holds her off the floor by her waist as he fucks the dazed Annabel from behind, each thrust pushing a moan from her core as cum and spittle drool from her agape mouth. He reaches out and takes hold of her hair again, pulling her head toward him and arching her back as he continues to rearrange her noble insides, the outline of his cock visible where he stretches out her slender stomach. “Yes! Fuck yes, E!” Rebby screams in the carriage as he pulls her hair harder, wrenching her almost vertical again. He cums again as each woman’s wet pussy wraps around every inch of him, filling them both up as he drives himself to the hilt and bucks his hips in time with the pulsing of his orgasm. Annabel falls to the floor after Thud creampies her shamelessly gushing cunt, and the golem rocks the foundations as it kneels down to mount her, his sloppy cock slipping into the tight pucker of her asshole with ease. The noblewoman cries out, somewhere between a high-pitched moan and a keening whine as E’s cock stretches her backdoor beyond any limit she knew she had, pushing out her stomach once again as he takes ownership of her slim frame. Rebby goads him on with gusto as he pounds her ass, rocking the carriage on its suspension as she holds on to the opposite seat and takes him deep in her belly. Both women’s tongues loll out, Rebby’s in abject pleasure and Annabel’s in utter mindlessness as he ruts them like an animal in heat, taking his time after the first two rounds to enjoy every twist and turn of their warm, writhing insides. Only after minutes of ceaseless, relentless pounding does he finally release, pouring the last of his seed inside their gaping guts. E and Thud sit back, the alchemist on his seat and the golem on the floor, their respective women buried face-first in carriage cushion and priceless rug. Rebby and Annabel lay there twitching, cum pouring from their abused and battered holes. “ Haaah, fuck, E… Looks like you won in the end, huh?”, Rebby pants, tuned in to the purpose of his spell. An exhausted and sweaty E chuckles breathlessly as he reaches into his bag and produces the familiar bottle of his signature Vigor potion. “Not yet. You ready?” He pops the cork off with his teeth and downs the concoction in one gulp. “Fuck, maybe you’re the villain here.”, she gasps, already wiggling her ass in excitement as his cock swells back to full mast. Hours later, Annabel lays on the ruined carpet of her once-pristine study as Thud paints her skin white-on-white with another load. The once-haughty noblewoman is an utter wreck, a stupid grin plastered across her cum-stained and makeup-streaked face as she lays in a veritable pool of semen, her ragged breath blowing bubbles in the mess. Her slack muscles struggle to push out E’s seed from her distended stomach, but Thud has made sure to fill her up faster than she can fight. Already recovered, the golem scoops her up again and seats her gaping ass on his cock once again, causing her to squirt across the room as she cums from her overstimulated hole, again and again with each thrust.  “E… -ahn!- You… -mmn!!- Won’t… -ffff- Win… -uuuck!- …Next time!”

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Chapter 0 - Business is Pleasure

It is a balmy afternoon in the big city as three figures stride into the shade of a narrow alley off the high street, two tall males and a much shorter dragoness between them, leading them insistently by the hands. “This should do!”, the woman exclaims in a gleeful tone before turning around and cocking her head up toward her two gentleman companions. Though the pointed tips of her obsidian horns barely reach the level of their chests, she gazes at the two men with full confidence, the grin plastered across her face belying the sharp hunger in her eyes. In spite of her relatively diminutive size, her body is full-figured and curvaceous and all too on display thanks to the stringy black top and bottoms which do little to conceal the rich tan tone of her skin and the golden scales crawling up her thighs. The outfit serves its purpose well as the two men, one a fit red-hued tiefling and the other a burly, barrel-chested orc, take a few beats to tear their own eyes away from her ample bosom back up to her now-outstretched palms. “Money please!”, she declares with a bubbly insistence. “You guys both wanted a go with my mouth, right? That’s five coins each.” The orc furrows his heavy brow, even as his fiendish companion removes his shirt and tosses it aside across a nearby crate. “Only five for a blowjob? Are you sure this ain’t a scam?”, the greenskin grunts, eliciting a hearty chuckle from the tiefling as he drops a handful of glinting gold onto the dragon’s outstretched palm. “Wary of a good thing, mate? I told you: Pyrite’s the best in the city! You’ll be singing a different tune soon enough, just wait.” He turns back to the woman in question, gesturing with one hand towards the front of his breeches. “I think my friend here needs a demonstration, Py. Show him you’re the real deal, won’t you?” Pyrite merely licks her lips and gives a giggle in response as she lowers herself onto her haunches and works with quick and clever fingers at her client’s belt. Relieved of its binding, the tiefling’s fat, ribbed cock jumps into her eager hands, its softly spiked head throbbing in the dim shaft of light falling between the rooftops crowded tight overhead.  “Mmm, hehe~ Hello again, mister”, she coos, speaking more to the pulsing bright red member than to its owner. With a soft “ahn”, the little dragoness opens her mouth wide, impressively so, and allows her long forked tongue to loll out against her chin. “Yu wan id wif my tongue again, yesh?”, she asks, the words spilling obscenely out of her open mouth. “Fuck yeah, show my buddy here what makes you the best whore in town”, he growls emphatically before groaning in pleasure as Pyrite brings her wet tongue up to the underside of his shaft and wraps the two forks of the prehensile muscle up around either side of his impressive erection. Her tongue works the length of his cock, coating it in a thick film of saliva from base to tip before she places a sloppy kiss against the precum-laden tip. “Fuck it”, the orc chimes in from the side before throwing his own shirt to the floor and scattering a handful of coins atop it. Without removing her eyes from the tiefling’s own, Pyrite reaches to the side and works the orc’s cock free with one hand to begin exploring the surface of his fat green manhood. Her deft little fingers trace the turgid veins of his shaft and are pleased to discover a series of raised bumps along its length. She works her way down to his testicles, weighty orbs barely able to be cradled one at a time in her tiny palm, and gives each a healthy squeeze before directing her attention back to the client currently resting on her tongue. The split ends of her elongated tongue dance up and down either side of the spiny red head perched upon her lower lip in an alternating motion, undulating in a wave along the ridges of his glans and causing his cock to twitch and jump each time the slimy, saliva-coated tips switch direction. “My infernal forefathers be damned, you are better than all others, Py”, the tiefling groans as he reaches for a cigarette and match from his discarded shirt. Pyrite giggles around his member, sending a wave of warm air vibrating along his shaft as she nods in enthusiastic agreement. “Ah kno!”, she manages to burble, refusing to remove the cock from her lips even as he nonchalantly strikes his match off the edge of one of her horns with a pungent flash and lights up, puffing with satisfaction as he relaxes onto his heels to better enjoy her premium treatment. As if taking a cue, Pyrite shifts into overdrive, attacking his thick throbbing cock with determination as she flicks her tongue across his urethra, picking up large drops of salty-sweet precum and allowing them to roll down the back of her throat before craning her head to the side and sliding her mouth across his entire length as if she were licking a piece of dishware clean after a heart meal, careful to thoroughly cover every square inch even as her drool falls with abandon through her teeth to splatter against the flagstones below. The assault of sensation from her probing, twisting, all-too-talented tongue quickly drives the tiefling towards his edge, and he closes his eyes as his hips begin to buck against her ministrations of their own accord, forcing the head of his cock in and out of her mouth with an exaggerated pop of her lips accompanying each thrust as she resumes jacking him off with the tines of her tongue firmly gripped around his ribbed shaft. “Fuck every Hell, here it comes!”, he manages to exclaim just before his cock spurts a rope of chewy, opaque cum into Pyrite’s mouth, followed by a half-dozen across her face and lolling tongue as she frees him from her lips and enthusiastically laps the underside of his shaft through the duration of his orgasm. When the spent tiefling finally staggers back from her, she takes a moment to wipe the thick, warm semen from her face to be collected by her tongue to mingle with the rest of his load in her saliva-laden mouth, licking her lips appreciatively before swallowing the mess and giving a satisfied sigh. “Hehe, thank you for the meal! That was quite a lot- oh?” She barely has time to compliment her client before the orc grabs her roughly by the horns, twisting her face towards the impressively girthy member twitching obscenely between his legs. “Kept you waiting, huh? Sorry about tha-mmph!”, is all she can manage before the brutish john pushes her down his shaft, her lips stretching over the fat head before passing over his length, each green inch of him traced in pulsing veins as thick around as her little finger.  “Ahh, haha. I’ve been saving up for since the last time I bought you, but my friend here has been pent up a while longer you see. It’s rare for him to find a companion capable of taking his cock, but I told him you’d be up to the task! Put on a good show, won’t you?”, the tiefling comments, a wry smile creeping across his sharp-featured face as he leans against the alley wall and begins leisurely working his semi-soft cock back to life. Instead of concern or strain, Pyrite seems to be grinning , as much as one can with a massive bat of orc meat forced down their throat. She gives a sideways wink and a thumbs-up to the sardonic half-devil before letting her eyes go slack as she gives herself over completely to the orc’s commanding pace.  Working her horns like a set of handlebars, the barrel-chested greenskin fucks Pyrite’s tight little throat with reckless abandon, sending a chorus of glucking, sucking sounds echoing down the alleyway and out into the street beyond. With every deep thrust, the little dragon’s tan lips ripple over the bumps of his shaft and her nose twitches as it is pushed against his hairy stomach and filled with the overpowering musk of a hard working and hard fighting orc male. While a member his size might be too much for a lesser whore, Pyrite’s practiced mouth and throat accommodate him with ease, and her sharp breathing matches his rhythm as she bobs up and down his slick, slimy cock. “Put your hands to use, girl”, the orc mutters, working her face to let every angle of her tongue, cheeks, and throat massage his straining member. The little dragon gurgles her assent and swishes her tail from side to side as she brings her hands up towards her client’s low-hanging balls… before snaking them around his hips to grip his rock-hard glutes instead. Using the orc’s body as leverage, she pulls her face down his bumpy shaft until her lips hug the base, and then she begins creeping her fingers toward the center line of his rear, curving the tips inward to trace against his firmly clenched asshole. “Clever girl… I like the way you think!”, he exclaims with some amusement as her fingers begin to prod and probe his back entrance before slipping side to attack the firm little nub of his prostate. Caught between the curious, tickling, oh-so-delightful stimulation of his prostate and the all-encompassing constriction of Pyrite’s throat squirming around his entire length, the grunting greenskin is barely able to last a minute longer before he doubles over, pushing the whore down against his pelvis as his hips buck against her sloppy, tear-streaked face. She can feel his ass pulsing with every rope being fired down her gullet, an unrelenting animal orgasm that lasts far longer than any puny human could until even her indomitable gag reflex fails and she sputters up gobs of greenskin seed through her lips and nostrils.  She is almost blue in the face when he at least releases her, gasping for air as she falls back on her hips. Coughing up the last of the cum caught in her throat, Pyrite shows off the thick admixture of semen and saliva stirring her mouth before giving an exaggerated gulp. “Haaah!! Holy fuck… if I didn’t have a reputation as a businesswoman I think I’d let you do that to me for free! Hehe, certainly you can get a ‘preferred customer’ discount for next time…” Disheveled and sticky, she nevertheless sets to work collecting the scattered coins, placing them in a small purse on her belt before tilting her head back up to face her two clients. “Thanks for the business, fellas! Is that going to be a day, or…?” She trails off, casting a knowing eye in the direction of the tiefling’s fully recovered erection. Grinning wolfishly, the red-skinned half-devil flicks out the remains of his cigarette and steps forward to put a sack of coins down next to his shirt. “Why don’t you spread those cheeks and open a tab for us, Py. I think we’ve got a few rounds left in us.” “Mmhehe, you got it sirs!”, Pyrite giggles, already giddy at the thought of letting these two work her over further. Pulling her bottoms down until they stretch between her parted thighs, she then turns toward the wall, bending forward and pressing her palms flat against the worn brick to proper herself up. With her tail held high, there’s naught to obscure the soft donut ring of her gently pulsing asshole and the slick sheen of her lower folds, threatening to drip dewy strings of grool to be caught in her panties below. “Aaahh, such a perfect sight”, the tiefling says, taking a deep breath as he positions himself behind her hips. “Unmatched even among the succubi I’ve had the pleasure of crossing paths with.” He positions the softly spined head of his cock against her eager pussy, relishing the raw heat radiating off of her body before plunging himself inside in one smooth, measured motion. “Ahn~!” The moan leaps unbidden to Pyrite’s saliva-streaked and lightly bruised lips as the impressive ribbed cock penetrates her sopping wet pussy to the fullest, every throbbing inch of him scraping against her insides with a feeling that drives her eyes toward the back of her head. She cries out, a long mewling sound of primal pleasure as he pulls back out, dragging the spiny flare of his glans across her walls until it tugs at her clenching entrance before thrusting in again. He fucks her in this deliberate fashion for some time, the steady rhythm churning up her pussy and calling forth a wellspring of wet arousal from her body. Soon, the squelching sounds of his thrusts drown out even her small, scheduled moans as her thighs and the flagstones beneath her feet alike run free with her flowing juices. “Nngah, here it comes you little whore!”, the tiefling explains, picking up his pace as he hurtles towards his second orgasm of the afternoon. Pyrite bites her lip, unable to focus on anything other than the thick shaft pounding the shit out of her tight little pussy. When he finally slams himself balls-deep inside of her to paint her insides with a thick coating of creamy thick cum, her tail shoots straight and her eyes roll back in her head as her own body shudders in sympathetic ecstasy. For a girl like Pyrite, nothing pulls her trigger faster than a man’s seed, the more the better. The tiefling rides her rump for a few pulses more before withdrawing, allowing his twitching cock to flop between her cheeks as it spurts a few trailing ropes across her lower back.  The cum barely has time to pool in the dimples of her hips before the orc nudges his compatriot aside and pushes his fat green cock inside of her sloppy, sopping pussy. Pyrite squeals as his girth stretches her close to her limit, squeezing her creampie out and down her legs as it leaves room for little else inside her. “Ooh, fffuck~”, coos the little dragoness, wriggling her still-twitching legs to help adjust her body to his size. “How are you still so har-oh! Oh!! Ohmygosh!!!” Her cum-addled question of the orc’s stamina is cut short as his palm falls across her ass with a sharp crack, followed by another and another, each punctuated by a series of piston-like thrusts from his powerful legs and hips. Pyrite’s tongue falls out of her gaping mouth, flicking flecks of spit around as the orc works her over with a complete disregard for pacing or rhythm, his wide frame blocking out the sky above as he looms over the much smaller miss and ruts her with animal abandon. “Yesh! Yesh! Yesssh!”, Pyrite cries, her pussy clamping tight to the orc’s bumpy shaft as she cums again and again, drawing the attention of passersby out of the street who linger with embarrassment before being shooed away by a sharp glare from the waiting tiefling. Her cries turn wordless when her bulky customer grips her around the waist like a doll in his hands, moving her back and forth in time with his thrusts like she was nothing more than a toy to be used up. Her hands leave the wall and she doubles over, gazing between her own legs as catching sight of the orc’s low-hanging balls as they tense up close to his body, signalling his eruption within her. Potent greenskin seed floods her pussy, soaking her cervix and gushing out around her stretched entrance as he pounds out the contents of his balls deep inside her. When the orc at last releases his claim on Pyrite’s pussy, she is awash in sweat and flushed a deep crimson, with semen streaking her face and coating her legs like plaster. Two slender fingers deep between her sore folds, bringing a dollop of her clients’ mixed seed to her lips to be licked clean with an appreciative smile. “Golly, it’s not every day I’m lucky enough to entertain two gentlemen of such quality. I trust you have no complaints with your services? I’d love to have you again, hehe.”  As she makes to pull her filthy cum-stained panties back up, the tiefling interrupts her, waving his recovered cock in front of her face. She can’t help but catch a whiff of herself and his seed on the slimy shaft, already growing wet again at the scent of it. “Hold up a minute, Py. Who said we were done here? I’ve got plenty of coin if you’ve got it in you.” “Oh, yay! I was worried you two might be dried up after a showing like that, hehe. It wouldn’t be the first time I did my job a little too well. What’ll it be next for you boys?” She glances eagerly between them, overjoyed to spend time with two studs of such quality. That orc ranks among some of the fiercest fucks she’s had, but the tiefling… he sure has a way about him and his splendidly spiny cock that just hits different . “What do you think, bud?”, the red devil nonchalantly asks his grotesquely hung friend. The orc looks down on her, his unflinching gaze full of hungry lust. “Your ass, all fours”, he grunts, taking hold of his dripping shaft in one massive hand to work it back up to full mast. “Haha, think you can take it, Py? Who am I kidding, I doubt there’s a cock in this city you can’t conquer. I think I’ll take a round with your throat, then. I know you like getting stuffed from both ends.” She is practically beaming as she gets down on her knees among the mess of semen and saliva strewn across the alleyway, her butt swaying from side to side as her asshole twitches eagerly for the reaming it will receive. “What are you waiting for? I’m all yours. ” She opens up her mouth and raises her hips high, letting her forked tongue hang low, ready to receive.

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Chapter 0 - Inquiries into Inhibitions

E would not fit most people’s definition of a “scientist”. Young, tall, and fit, with a rugged charm and shocking green hair, he fit the bill of a roustabout adventurer more than anything… which was fortunate enough, as his research and odd jobs often led him out into the field on some perilous mission or another. Still, he is a scientist at heart and most comfortable in his cluttered home laboratory, writing down some hypothesis or brewing up a new batch of experimental potions to help him survive when an adventure goes topsy-turvy. That is where he finds himself today, pouring over his latest field notes by the soft blue light emanating from the smoldering hair of his slight-framed female companion, the dragon girl Aya.  She sits on the edge of his lab table, her feet and the flaming tip of her azure-scaled tail dangling above the floor as she gazes over at the distracted E, wishing desperately for more of his attention but not wanting to disturb his work. Meanwhile, the other figure present in the laboratory, a shapely and scantily clad succubus (and vampire, mind) named Rebby is more than happy to pace impatiently, ranting about some poor fool who caught her ire in the street that morning as she tosses her abundance of thick blonde hair around each time she turns on her heel. “So I told him to get out of my way, and the damned guy just stood there, staring! It’s like he’s never seen a bloodsucker buying groceries before! Rude, I tell you. Rude!” Suddenly, Rebby pauses mid-step as she takes notice of Aya’s furtive glances and hand wringing in E’s presence. That poor girl, she thinks to herself. If she doesn’t say anything he’s never going to get the hint. “Well!”, Rebby announces, her tone somewhat stilted. “I’m going to head out and buy some more, uh… rope. We’ll need extra if I don’t want Aya burning it to ashes next time I try and tie her up. Ciao!” With that said, Rebby vacates the lab, slamming the door shut behind her and startling E from his focused reverie. “What was that all about?”, he asks, looking from the door and back to Aya… his eyes drawn immediately across her body of their own accord, taking in the sight of her from head to toe and back up to rest at her ample chest. E never could resist himself when alone with her, and he’d learned early on how to get her going… Scooting his chair back with a screech, E leaves his work behind and steps between Aya’s knees where she sits at the table’s edge. She stammers, nervous to have his powerful frame suddenly so close, and he brings a finger up to her lips to silence her with a gentle shush before sliding it into her waiting mouth. The blue-scaled dragon girl begins to suck on his proffered digit as if by instinct, her wide eyes turned up in yearning toward his as his free hand brushes against her slender shoulder, her collarbone, working its way down between her breasts in a light caress before before pulling away just shy of the soft mound waiting eagerly at the base of her hips. Aya’s hair flares ever brighter as his hands continue to explore and tease her body, casting sharp shadows to dance across the two of them. At last E pulls away, leaving Aya in a panting flush, her long tongue drooping down her chin and letting a small string of saliva connect with her chest below. “You’re so beautiful, Aya. Adorable, even.”, the alchemist states, drinking in the sight of her arousal as he feels his own lust building below. Noticing her misty eyes fixed firmly on his swelling trousers, E nonchalantly gestures to his belt with one eyebrow raised. “Oh, you want this? It’s written clear across your face, you know.” Aya breaks from her reveries to shake her head from side to side, whining, “Nooo, you just… you can’t just do that and not… not give me…” E gives an affectionate chuckle, all too familiar with the war between her timid nature and sleeping lust that Aya battles every day. “Not give you my cock? It’s right here, Aya. You just have to come and get it. Come on.” Aya’s blush only grows more fierce as she shakily dismounts from the table, making her way toward E and dropping to her knees before his bulging trousers. “Good girl”, E smiles, ruffling her hair and sparking her flames to rise even higher, the fire lapping harmlessly at his skin. The dragon’s nervousness is not enough to disguise the practiced motion with which she works his waistband however, and E’s half-erect member is soon unleashed. Already nearing to the thickness of her dainty wrists, the fat cock curves magnificently toward the floor as the thick veins tracings its dark surface pulse with every beat of his quickened heart. It is all Aya can do for a moment to stare directly at it, taking in the size of his expanding shaft, the weighty balls hanging full and low beneath… her favorite treat, whether she can hide or not. She can’t. “You pretty little thing, I bet you’re just dying for a taste. Here, let me help you…”, E speaks down to her, his tone sweet yet edged with mounting lust. Gripping his cock around the base, the scientist swings the heavy member onto the bridge of Aya’s nose, summoning a surprised “Eep!” from her before sliding it down her face and toward her lips, leaving a smear of slimy precum behind. As the swollen head reaches its destination, Aya opens her mouth and lets her long tongue droop down, panting softly as E pushes himself inside with a deep moan. Once his cock is nice and situated within Aya’s warm, wet mouth, E takes hold of her crackling hair once more, twining his fingers through her incandescent locks as he begins to bob her head up and down with a gentle, yet insistent pressure. “Mm, Aya… your mouth is always such a delight! And I love watching you work”, he moans, winking down at her stuffed face and summoning a furious blush and burst of sparks. It doesn’t take long under the ministrations of her lips and tongue for his cock to swell to its full size, and soon each motion of her head pops inches of him deep into her constricting throat to be stimulated with every little sputter and gag she makes as he presses her nose against his stomach, putting her dangling dragon tongue in reach of his balls. E sighs at the pleasure, enjoying his complete domination of her mouth and throat for a moment as he holds her tight against his body and reaches for a nearby elixir.  “I could let you do this all day, Aya… and I know you’d love that, wouldn’t you? But I think a slutty little sweetheart like you deserves much more. Much, much more…” He allows Aya’s fluttering eyes to catch a glimpse of the potion in his hand, causing them to shoot wide in response: Orc Vigor, one of his favorite concoctions, and one she was all-too-familiar with. Downing the thick liquid in a single pour, E grunts as the elixir acts upon his body with unnatural swiftness, increasing his heart rate, swelling his muscles even further, and most importantly: causing his already prodigious cock to grow to a grand degree, its length and girth increasing by the second and stretching poor Aya’s face and throat to an almost comical limit. It isn’t long before she taps out, pushing away from his body and falling to the floor in a coughing, spit-stained heap, E’s elixir-reinforced erection looming large and imposing above her, an aggressive-looking monster cock of a size of, well… an orc’s, a continuous stream of thick viscous precum oozing from its raging head. “Up and at ‘em, Aya. This cock isn’t going to take care of itself.”, E teases, reaching down to lift the messy dragon to her feet. “We both know how badly you want this, no point in playing innocent any longer… look!” Picking her up around the waist, E turns her around and hooks his arms under her knees, pressing her back to his chest as she straddles his violently throbbing cock. “I can feel your heat against my shaft, girl. You’re practically drenched”, he whispers into her ear, punctuating his words with a firm nibble. Aya covers her flushed face with her hands, shaking her head from side to side as she whimpers “Nooo~” repeatedly, wanting to be spared the embarrassment, the sheer vulnerability of her position combined with the iron-hard shaft twitching against her soaking wet pussy distilling into a heady, lustful mixture that begins to rapidly erode her inhibitions. She is barely aware through her criss-crossed fingers of the fact that E has carried her effortlessly out of the lab and up to the bedroom they often shared, stopping only once he reached the large full-size mirror… Aya is riveted by the sight of her body on full display before her, unable and utterly unwilling to escape E’s grasp as he lifts her higher and higher, raising her up until his cock snaps upright against his stomach, pointed straight toward her hungry cunt. “Watch, Aya. See how easily you take it, feel every inch slide inside, until you are full of me. Don’t you dare look away”, he grunts once more against her neck, before lowering her down onto his shaft and spearing her intimate place on his massive, magic-enhanced member. As soon as the firm head of his cock spreads her folds apart, Aya’s hair ignites completely in a burst of bluish flame as the last of her inhibitions snap and she cries out, “Oh yes, yes! E, your cock! I love it! I love your huge cock!” The scientist’s monstrous member sinks effortlessly inside Aya’s cock-hungry cunt, her belly bulging obscenely as her petite body accommodates his girth. Once she is seated fully on his shaft, E adjusts his grip, Aya’s body held aloft by nothing but his twitching pillar of a member for a moment before he twists her arms behind her back and links his fingers behind her neck, contorting her small frame into a perverse full nelson position before beginning to buck his hips, bouncing her up and down on his turgid shaft. “Don’t blink, girl”, he growls, keeping her head pointed toward the mirror and the sight of her sopping pussy being stirred up and violated as her body is claimed completely by him.  Thick inches thrust deep inside her, stretching the dragon to her limit as her insides wrap and writhe around him. Her mind addled by the all-encompassing experience of being used as a tight little toy by her love, she watches as her juices run freely down his shaft, coating the massive orbs of his bouncing balls as they pull tight against his body in pleasure before spattering to the floor below. She has no time to be bothered by the mess, however, as a screaming orgasm builds quick and white-hot within her core. She cries out, attempting to throw her blazing head back in ecstasy only to find her neck forced forward, fixating her tear-streaked gaze on the image of her quaking pussy squirting against the bottom half of the mirror with a loud splash. “Oooh w-wait, E! E! Slow down, I’m cumming!”, she yells, futily attempting to shake her head from side to side as he continues to drive her down onto his cock, relentlessly pushing her past wave after cresting wave. For his part, E relishes the experience of making her cum again and again on his aching cock, the sensation of her body shuddering and contracting around and against him beyond anything he could handle without the Orc Vigor potion coursing through his veins. “What a shameless slut you really are, Aya”, he pants, his taunts falling on almost deaf ears as his lover moans louder and louder with each powerful thrust. “Just look at you, the you you always try to hide, the you only I see, every time I look into your eyes.” Aya giggles, shameless, her mouth agape and tongue lolling out as her eyes go slack and slink into a cross-eyed gaze. “E… I want your cum, please… I want you to cum inside of me, E! Ehehehe, gimme your fucking cum, fill me up to bursting!”, she manages to mutter, her speech sultry and slurred. Egged on by her words and his own desire to release the potent tension building his loins, E spins around toward the bed, his cock taking Aya with him. With a groan, he lifts her bodily off of his shaft, the churned up precum and free-flowing lubrication of her pussy spilling out of her gaping hole as he tosses her back onto the mattress and clambers over her, pushing her legs high over her head as his pushes himself back inside of her and presses his body against hers to bring their faces close together. Holding Aya’s flaming hair away from the flammable sheets, he locks his lips with her, swallowing her moans as he drives himself down to the root within her. Time seems to lose most of its meaning for Aya as she is locked into E’s savage mating press, her body folded over and stomach distending with agonizing pleasure as he sucks her lengthy tongue into his mouth, pushing and prodding it against every surface of his own as he fucks her with a fierce and unrelenting pace. There is nothing to her world but E’s eyes locked on hers, the feverish slap of his massive cock churning up her insides, and the overwhelming pleasure of her cunt being filled again and again, every inch of his veiny member sliding in and out of her poor abused hole with each thrust. How long she lays there, a vessel for E’s pleasure, his love… how many times she cums, her squeals smothered by E’s lips, Aya has no idea… all she knows is that she needs this, needs to be used, to be shown what she is good for when she is too normally too shy to even kiss her lover on the cheek if someone is watching… And then, a change: E’s pace increases fervently, his eyes glass over as he reaches a jackhammer pace, pushing them both to their limits. With a final thrust, he slams into her, and they both struggle to call each other’s names between their tangled tongues. Aya can feel him pulse within her, the strength of his enhanced manhood practically lifting her off the mattress with each rope of thick semen shot inside of her. The volume of is too great, spurt after spurt of milky white cum dumping into her for what must last a minute or more, overflowing her bottomed-out cunt and pooling down her cheeks, her tail, staining the sheets as he refuses to release her from his press until every drop is emptied from his balls. They lay there a moment, E on top of her, a sweaty mess of tangled bodies, shuddering with every little movement that pushes and pulls his still-firm cock within her. At last, E pushes away from the bed, withdrawing his slimy semi from her gaped, semen-drenched cunt and flopping against her stomach with a pleasant slap. Looking down at his handiwork, E can only smile softly as he admires the shameless state of his well-fucked partner. “You’re so cute after, you know that?”, he smirks, wiping sweat from his brow. “I love you so freaking much, Aya.” Before she can respond, a voice chimes in from the doorway: “How come you never tell me that, E?” Aya squeaks in surprise, bolting upright, cum flying from her body as she quickly gathers up the sheets to hide her body. E sighs, turning to face the blonde succubus standing out in the hall, a length of high-quality velvet rope wrapped around her arm. “Rebby, do you mind knocking next time? We were just in the middle of-”, she strides into the room, heedless of his words as she glances down at his cummy cock, already swelling back to full mast. “I know what you were up to, dummy. Orc Vigor, right? I always loved that one. Now step aside and give me a turn, there’s a few new knots I want to try… you don’t mind, do you Aya?” Her face blushing once more from behind the feeble protection of the covers pulled close to her chin, Aya glances between Rebby’s buxom figure, and E’s cock eagerly awaiting its second round… she shakes her head delicately, and manages to whisper: “Nuh-uh.” Rebby smiles, tracing a finger along E’s length to collect a healthy dollop of cum and bring it to her lips before passing him by and mounting the mattress. “Good girl.”

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Chapter 0 - It's Not Selfcest With A Buddy In The Middle!

“Izzy? I heard you wanted to see me?” Oleander the Halfling enters the guildhouse office with some trepidation. He isn’t sure what mischief of his may have landed him in hot water with the Changeling this time but is sure Izalco could find any of a dozen reasons to be exasperated with him in a given day. Oleander finds Izalco waiting for him just inside, seated behind the desk in their female form, masked expression unreadable as usual. Despite his nervousness that he was summoned merely to be chewed out, Oleander can’t help but feel a twinge of arousal to see his companion’s voluptuous chest puffed up by their crossed arms as he imagines the wide swing of their thick hips sunk into the seat cushions. The Halfling has had enough experience with both of the Changeling’s shifting forms but the feminine was definitely a rarer treat for the short pink-haired humanoid. Izalco stands up as Oleander enters, seemingly ignoring his question. “Iz, the door.”, they direct over Oleander’s shoulder, and he jumps with a start as the door is shut behind him by a third party lying in wait by the entrance. Whirling around, Oleander finds himself face-to-stomach with a towering - and familiar - figure. “Iz… alco?” Standing before him is Izalco, again, only this time in their male form. Oleander spins around again to face the female Izalco behind the desk only to confirm that yes, there are indeed two of his companion now in the room. “Aww, you look confused,” coos the one at the desk in a playful tone as she slowly stands to her feet and struts around to the front of the furniture, trailing her fingertip across the wood as she does so. “Surely a strong, mighty, masculine adventurer such as yourself knows what he has to do in this situation.” She faces him and leans against the front of the desk, resting the curve of her luscious butt atop its surface. “Want him to take charge, Izzy? This girlish figure of his begs to differ.” Iz, the male reflection of the Changeling, punctuates his point by grabbing a fistful of Oleander’s bum in one broad hand and giving the cheek a firm squeeze. The fingers of his other hand wrap around the bubblegum-haired Halfling’s figure to pinch and roll a nipple, finding his target over the clothes with meticulous precision. Oleander’s spine shoots rod-straight at the sudden stimulation, and his already stirring cock is quickly brought to full attention as it strains against the tight crotch of his pants. He is still confused by the sudden multiplication of his friend but has bigger things to deal with first - much bigger things, as Iz strips the Halfling’s pants and smallclothes down around his thighs and presses the fat, dripping head of his monstrously thick member against Oleander’s twitching pucker. “W-wait!” Oleander squeaks, hoping for a moment more to mentally prepare himself for the sort of full-body ravaging Izalco’s cock was known to deal out. Izzy chuckles at the flash of panic across his features and takes hold of either side of the Halfling’s head to draw his face into the warm embrace of her cleavage, muffling his loud moan of pleasure as Iz pushes his hips forward and drives his throbbing inches deep into Oleander’s well-trained hole. Izzy holds him close, enjoying the heat of his wet breath between her breasts as they easily eclipse the size of Oleander’s head. He moans again and again as Iz’s massive member rearranges his boyish guts with each long, powerful stroke. The sounds of pleasure being forced from him soon rise in pitch as Izzy grips his own twitching cock with a firm grip, laughing as the Halfling’s body squirms and writhe as she guides him between her spread legs.  Oleander’s head finds steamy heat between her thighs, as he realizes the female Changeling is wearing nothing beneath her short, businesslike skirt. He plunges into her dripping slit with ease, drawn forward by her tugging fingers now gripped around his straining balls and driven forward by Iz’s insistent hips as the male Changeling pounds away at his behind with a focused intensity. “Mm, for a Halfling you’re all Man where it matters~”, Izzy croons into his tousled hair as she lets her own heavy breathing spill from her mask in time with the pace set by Iz’s grunting thrusts.  Sandwiched between Izalco and Izalco, Oleander’s thoughts regarding the curious situation continue to be pushed to the back of his mind as Iz’s girth fills his belly, distending out the front of his trim stomach as the Changeling bottoms out inside of him. Oleander is lifted almost to the tips of his toes as Iz takes him with a quiet intensity while he in turn continues to slide himself in and out of Izzy’s dripping cunt. A coldly rational thought floats through the Halfling’s mind that such brazen libido was uncommon from the Warlock, but there is little for him to do with the realization as the underside of Iz’s throbbing inches brush across his prostate again and again, sending that particular twinge through his hips that only an impending sissygasm can. “Fuck, Oli. I’m going to fill your twink ass up, get ready!” Iz grunts low, Oleander screams high, and Izzy cackles in ecstasy as the trio cum together, the two Izalco’s pinning their convulsing prey between them as they embrace each other and share a knowing, masked glance. Thick gobs of cum flow past the Halfling’s pink, clenching ring and down Iz’s pulsing cock and balls before spattering to the floor, while Izzy pulls away to seat herself high up on the desk to receive the last of Oleander’s desperate ropes across her skirt and pleated top. She moans in ecstasy as the Halfling's cum falls across her and gathers up the seed seeping from her dripping hole to play with between her fingers. Each contraction of Iz’s powerful hips sends a fresh jet of burning hot seed into Oleander’s guts and forces another spurt from the Halfling’s slick member in response. Riding out his orgasm for several seconds more, Iz finally withdraws his wet, semi erect cock to swing low between his knees as a dazed Oleander falls to the floor with a splat. Izzy giggles at the sight while Iz moans in relief, each of them absentmindedly playing with themselves in the aftermath of their furious tag team. “Shall we…?”, Iz asks casually as he catches his breath. “The others? Oh, yes.”, replies his fairer half, her voice dripping with playful hunger.  Suddenly, the door to the office flies open with a bang as Cookie the ginger-headed Gnome tumbles into the room onto her hands and knees. After a beat of silence, she raises her head with a nervous smile and chuckles. “I, uh… heh. I didn’t see or hear anything, promise! I won’t tell Graaty or nobody!” The two Izalcos, one covered in a crisscross of cum and the other displaying their prodigious girth at half mast, each take a step closer to the interloper while Oleander releases a gentle snore underfoot. “No, dear, I can’t imagine you’ll tell anyone. Your mouth is going to be much too busy…” Iz crosses the room in two broad steps, catching Cookie by the head in one large hand as she attempts to scoot back away from his fat wagging cock. “Wh-why are you doing this?”, she stammers, wide eyes fixated on the Changeling’s impressive member as it swells again to its full size. “Because we know you want it…”, Iz replies, directing the dripping head of his cock to her pursed lips as she sputters against it in weak, almost juvenile protest. Her will gives way after a few moments with a pouty squeal, and he sighs with relief as his insistent member pops into her cloyingly warm mouth, before finishing his sentence with a low grow, almost a whisper: “...and you’re so very, very good at it.” The Gnome’s shocked eyes slowly close as her instincts take over in response to the thick cock currently throbbing in her open mouth. Her cheeks carve inward as she seals her lips around the shaft and gently suckles on it, her tongue pressing against the taut underside of its swollen head. Iz moans with indulgent pleasure as he pushes Cookie’s head further down his shaft, inches sliding past her wet lips until he butts against the back of her throat, eliciting an indignant moan that vibrates up his shaft. Izzy refuses to remain idle as her masculine counterpart pleasures himself with their companion’s mouth, and the female Changeling nudges the office door shut before taking a knee behind Cookie’s raised and wiggling ass. The Gnome wriggles her hips defiantly, failing to tear herself away from Iz’s grips as Izzy hooks long, slender fingers into her waistband, slowly peeling the Gnome’s pants and underwear down between her shapely thighs. Izzy chuckles, a low and breathy sound, at the sight of Cookie’s dripping cunt, her shameless arousal put on display without excuse.  The female Changeling reaches for Cookie’s moist folds, teasing the outer edges of the smaller woman’s slit and enjoying each little shiver and shake the delicate stimulation sends up the Gnome’s spine. Iz exhales in pleasure, pausing his movement of her head up and down his shaft as she moans again at Izzy’s touch with an almost whining tone. “Mm, you are so sweet…”, he practically whispers, focusing on the slick assault of her sucking cheeks and twisting tongue across his veiny cock in contrast with her pleading, upturned eyes. Izzy laughs, “No, I’d rather say she is a little tart, wouldn’t you?”  Cookie squeaks again, perhaps in an attempt to defend herself and definitely in response to Izzy shoving several fingers inside of her tight, pulsing pussy. “Don’t bother pretending to be upset,” Iz responds, increasing the pressure on her head to slowly force himself past the barrier of her gagging throat. “After all, we know you love it…”, Izzy follows up, leaving her thumb hooked inside of Cookie’s hungry hole as she swings her grool-stained fingers around to play at the Gnome’s erect little clit. Cookie releases an indefinable animal groan as she melts between the duel assault of the twinned Izalco, and Izzy reaches beneath the sagging Gnome with her free hand to accomplish the dual purpose of massaging her tits and supporting her weakening weight. Cookie’s eyes almost roll back in her head as Iz and Izzy pick up their pace. The Changeling is now buried deep in her throat bucking his hips as he begins fucking her face in earnest, distending her poor straining neck with every thrust as she gags on each stroke for what little air she can get. Meanwhile, Izzy kneels alongside her, kneading at her hanging breasts as they swing freely beneath her with each thrust of Iz’s hips. The Changeling’s practiced fingers tug at Cookie’s sizable assets, running down her soft, squishy curves to the firm little nipples that crown each one, each sensitive nub standing at rapt attention just waiting to be pinched and rolled between Izzy’s prying knuckles. Cookie’s moans mount, no longer meant to communicate anything but her own pleasure as she serves as a toy, a tight little plaything for her Changeling companion. Izzy’s long fingers work in tandem against her clit and inside her hungry hole, sliding in and out with a measured pace in contrast to the desperate energy in Iz’s thrusts, his mask of stoicism slipping away in the face of her fine throat’s sloppy, gripping pressure even as his real mask maintains it placid facade. Suddenly, he grunts, pulling Cookie’s face down to his belly as he spears her on his cock. Weighty balls pulse with powerful contractions against her spit-soaked chin as he pumps his second load of the day directly into her stomach as her sucking lips and lapping tongue draw forth each rope of his thick, heavy seed with exquisite pleasure. Just as the Gnome’s shoulders and chest heave with powerful, reflexive gags as her mouth is given over to Iz and his orgasm, her hips and legs buck and vibrate as she enjoys her own release beneath Izzy’s measured ministrations. Cookie squirts, hard, her cunt splashing against the office floor as she cums in breaking waves of rolling relief and release. The trio of them stay like this for over a minute, riding out their actions and their aftershocks until, finally spent, Iz releases his grip on her head and allows his slimy shaft to slide from her bruised lips. With no strength left in her twitching body, Cookie slumps to the floor face-first, coughing up gobs of wet semen as her body gasps for air. Izzy rises to her feet, stepping over the Gnome’s incapacitated form, a wet trickle of unsatisfied arousal running down the inside of her thigh. Iz rolls his shoulders, stretching his arms and back, tension already mounting in his body again as his twice-spent cock already swells again, eager for another round. The two Izalcos exchange a glance, masked expressions unreadable to all but each other. “Graaty?” “Graaty.” The two Changelings nod, and stride from the room with purpose. As Cookie lays sputtering on the floor, she hears a weak chuckle from the direction of the desk. Peering up through bleary, tear-stained eyes, she can barely make out a smudge of bubblegum pink she knows can be none other than Oleander himself, risen to wakefulness. “You think that was rough?”, he asks, his familiar jester-like nonchalance returning along with his strength. “Count yourself lucky - At least you didn’t get fucked in the ass!” Cookie groans, unable and entirely unwilling to deign the Halfling with a response. The two Changelings strip as they head through the guildhouse, leaving stained and sticky clothes behind on their way to Graaty’s room. They enter without hesitation, not bothering to knock. The Satyr, Graaty, stands near the center of the bedroom, dressed in a silk robe that hangs from her curvaceous frame like cascading water. Her back is turned as the Izalcos enter, her focus directed to a large mirror as she finishes fixing her hair, entirely nonplussed at their sudden arrival. Her almond eyes fall to the nude reflection of their tall, well-muscled bodies, a single eyebrow rising to betray her acknowledgment of Iz’s massive member standing at full and proud attention between his legs. “Graaty…”, Izzy practically hisses, standing in the open doorway. “Izalco. And Izalco, apparently. It sounds like you’ve been having some fun with our smallfolk companions, haven’t you? The walls here don’t hide much.” “We had a taste of poor little Oleander,” Iz states, shifting closer as the fat bead of precum forming on his cock breaks tension to run down the shaft in a slick, shiny rivulet.  “And sweet sweet Cookie as well, dear thing,” Izzy picks up, running a finger along her body from her hip to her shoulder. “But it wasn’t enough. Now we want you, ” Iz finishes, beckoning toward the backturned Satyr with his outstretched hand and twitching erection in sync. A silent pause follows, growing longer by seconds as only the sound of Graaty’s shifting robe as she puts up her hair and the heavy breathing of the two intensely aroused Changelings fills the room. Finally, when Iz and Izzy feel they can wait no longer without pouncing on their intended prey and taking her body for themselves, Graaty turns around with an exaggerated pout across her pretty features.  “You really should have come to me first, Izalco… You know I’m much more fun than those two. And this? ”, she flicks a finger between the inexplicably doubled Warlocks. “Yeah, this should be fun. ” She punctuates her point by letting her robe slip from her shoulders and off her body, the shimmering silk pooling around her hooves as she bares her naked body to them. Well-proportioned with an hourglass figure and firm heavy breasts that wiggle and shake as they translate every little movement she makes, Graaty makes a fine prize for the Izalcos’ desire. Iz and Izzy approach, instinctively taking up flanking positions on either side of the shapely Satyr. Her faux pout resolves to a grin as Izzy cups one of her breasts to give it an appreciative squeeze, and Graaty makes a play of her own at the female Changeling’s chest, pinching and groping as her warm hands roam across the cool skin of Izzy’s torso. Iz swings behind, pressing his cock between her cheeks as his arms wrap around Graaty’s body to envelop her as his fingers slowly slide their way down toward the steamy warmth between her legs. Graaty hums with delight to feel Iz’s thick shaft grinding against her butt and lower back as his hands drift past her hooded clit and make contact with her dewy lips. His hands push and pull on her body and Izzy responds in perfect wordless support as the two Changelings bend Graaty forward at the waist just enough to present her wet and ready cunt to the powerful urges of Iz’s insatiable member. A giggle spills past Graaty’s grinning lips as the slick swollen head of Iz’s cock slips effortlessly inside her, but the mirthful noise is almost immediately followed up gasp of shock as Izzy reaches up before her… and lifts Izalco’s signature mask off of her features. Graaty barely has time to comprehend the Changeling’s rows of cutting, sawlike teeth before Izzy opens wide and sinks them into Graaty’s collar. The Satyr screams, more from surprise than anything else, for as Izzy’s teeth bite into her soft skin just enough to draw forth dark pinpricks of blood into the Changeling’s eager mouth, Iz chooses his moment to thrust himself inside, burying his cock all the way to its hilt within Graaty’s warm and tightly-wrapping insides.  Gravity’s eyes roll back as the two Changelings make a meal of her, biting up and down her body with a predatory playfulness balanced on a razor’s edge between pain and pleasure. Izzy’s snakelike tongue flicks with hungry glee across the crimson blossoms sprouting across the Satyr’s skin as she works her way down, lower and lower, nibbling at her nipples, the curves beneath her swinging breasts, her soft and supple belly, the points of her pelvis, and finally all the way to her sloppy hole where she can lap up the sweet, tart juices stirred up by Iz’s powerful strokes. As Izzy transitions to eating Graaty out, Iz takes over with his teeth, adding his marks to her shoulders, the nape of her neck, and down her slender arms… By the time Iz dumps his third load of the day inside of her with Izzy poised to scoop up the mess with her furling tongue, Gravity’s skin is marked with a crisscross of hickeys and potent love bites that make her appear like a puzzle put back together. Her own strength fails her when the Changelings pull away, and she collapses to the floor with a sigh as her abused body is wracked with sore, pleasant sensation. Iz and Izzy exchange a glance between themselves and then down at her, wicked smiles freed from beneath their masks. “You might have that obscene slab of meat between your legs but my tongue teased many more orgasms out of the poor girl,” Izzy almost hisses, her hands unconsciously across her own body. “Do not flatter yourself overmuch. There’s nothing you can do that I can’t, and that’s before you consider my cock.” Iz shrugs dismissively, absentmindedly stroking his slick, half-erect inches as they jab at each other. “As if anyone considers your cock as much as you do. Let us go back to the little ones, I wish to taste them for real, this time.” Izzy licks her sharklike teeth, visions of Oleander and Cookie’s soft, smooth bodies already flooding into her mind. Iz draws breath to voice his agreement, only to wheeze in response as both he and Izzy receive sharp, synchronized blows to the backs of their heads and collapse to the floor on either side of Graaty as she props herself up one elbow to locate the source of the commotion. “Oli? Cooks?” Naked, panting, and covered in cum, Cookie and Oleander stand in the center of Graaty’s room bearing blunt objects. “Are you okay, Graaty? Boy, they really did a number on you, huh?”, asks Oleander, letting his makeshift weapon fall to the floor with a clonk. Before everyone’s eyes, the two Izalcos begin to merge into each other where they lay, their bodies realigning with disturbing liquidity until only a single, solitary Izalco remains facedown on the floor at Graaty’s side. “Oli, what did you do?! Now Izalco is going to go back to their boring old stuffy self and I’m not going to get another round at the center of a big dick, fat titty Changeling sandwich!” Oleander’s mouth hangs speechless at the unexpected response toward curing their friend’s sudden sexual mania and identity crisis. “Look, Graaty,” Cookie picks up in his stead, pointing her weapon at the collapsed Satyr. “I’m sure you would have had fun being the Izalcos’ little fucktoy until the end of time, but Oleander and I are sore, spent, and frankly we all need a bath. So get your bloody ass off the floor and away from Izalco before you find some way to restart our own personal sexual apocalypse.” Graaty shrugs reluctantly before picking herself up, avoiding a glance at the mirror to save herself from seeing the extent the two Changelings marked her body. “Say…”, Oleander pipes up again.  “...what are we gonna tell Izalco when they wake up?”

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Chapter 0 - S-Class Monster Fuck

A day much like any other finds three figures situated in the laboratory belonging to the alchemist named E. One, a short blue-hued dragon girl named Aya, paces back and forth with some measure of absentmindedness as she occasionally glances at her two companions: Rebby, tall and full-figured, lounges across a desk with laconic confidence, one leg swinging above the floor as she casts a half-curious gaze down toward E himself, currently hunched over a workbench laden with glass tubes and beakers filled with all manner of multicolored concoctions and alchemical preparations. Carefully, he raises a vial of yellow liquid to the rim of a smoking jar whose contents are bubbling away above a small burner.  “That isn’t going to work, you know,” Rebby speaks, breaking the silence of concentration that had settled over the lab. E pauses a moment, not turning his focus away from the experiment before him. “That’s what you told me the day we met, and look where we are now,” he mutters before tilting the contents of the vial into the roiling mixture. There is a bright flash accompanied by a sharp crack loud enough to cause Aya to jump with a squeak of alarm. A plume of thick, black smoke wafts from the cracked vessel as E stoically begins to clear the experiment and replace the damaged equipment. “ Don’t say it, Rebby. You told me so.” The tall woman chuckles, dismounting from the desk to drape her arms over the stymied scientist’s shoulders, cooing in a playfully seductive tone, “Ooh, don’t be like that, E. You are right - I’ve been wrong before.” Her fingers trace across his chest, slowly working their way up toward his chin only to be interrupted by a delicate cough from Aya, seeking to grab their attention. “Uhm...” she pauses, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. “How did you two meet, exactly? I know it was before me, and… well, I was just curious and thought maybe…” E turns as far around as he can manage with Rebby clinging to him, glancing between the two through his soot-covered lab goggles. “I guess we can tell her… Rebby, you mind?” The half-succubus chuckles as she returns to her perch on the nearby desk, her red eyes flashing with amusement. “Go ahead, E! I’d like to hear your version of the story for myself, eh?” E quirks the corner of his mouth before removing his goggles to hang loose around his neck and swiveling in his chair to face Aya. “Alright, alright. It all started the day I was hired to kill Rebby…” “E! Despite going through the trouble to register as a monster hunter, you haven’t taken on any missions in weeks! ” The wolf-eared officer had a good half foot in height on E as she chastises him, hands at her hips. “Am I to take it that you don’t want to be a monster hunter, is that it? I’m looking forward to your excuse.” The scientist looks rather nonplussed at getting called out within earshot of everyone at the local hunter’s guild office, clearly not expecting a confrontation today. “Officer Fenra, I’ve been busy with my work, and-” She scoffs, not in the mood for any guff from junior hunters. “Yes, yes, holed up in your lab. As you said the month before, and the month before that. Well listen up!” She puffs out her chest, the polished gold badge denoting her rank shining bright as she grabs a folder off of her desk and shoves it toward him. “Here’s a contract for a Class D subjugation with your name on it. Do it or you’re dropped, got it?” E sighs, wishing he had chosen any other day to raid the guild office for supplies. With some reluctance he takes the file, hoping to get it over and done with so he can get back to his projects back home. “You got it, boss.” A Class D monster… shouldn’t be too tough, at least. Maybe they’ll even have some useful parts for his research. Aya snickers behind her hand to hear E tell his story. “It’s difficult to imagine anyone ordering you around like that!” The green-haired alchemist’s expression turns comically grave. “You don’t know Fenra. She doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” Rebby breaks him out of his reverie with a slap to his back. “You never told me it was a Class D! Ahaha, you poor thing. Now hurry up, get to the good part!” He shoots her his best impression of a Fenra-tier glare, to little effect. “Aaanyway, I studied the location in the dossier and packed up my usual assortment of gear. Wasn’t quite as advanced back then…” E stands at the crest of a hill, looking down at the valley before him. A single tower, aged and crumbling, sits like a crooked nail at the base of a dark, misty loch. Mountains shroud the valley from the setting sun, with a single lit window flickering near the top of the tower the only sign of light or life. “Spooky,” he mutters to himself, checking the vials at his belt, reminding himself of the position and function of each tonic brought with him. With woods at his back and a desire to get back to his lab as quick as he can, E descends down toward the tower. The entrance is a set of thick wooden doors, three times his height. Curiously, they swing open without much trouble. “I would’ve expected a dramatic creak or at least a flash of thunder,” he wonders aloud, looking around the entrance hall. The tower’s ragged appearance belies its interior - polished marble floors bedighted in plush carpets of deep crimson, carved wood accents oiled to a sheen, large candles held aloft in gilded sconces to fill the room with a bright, pulsing light. At the far end, a stairwell snakes upward. Ascending with a measure more caution now, E finds the next floor up to be decorated in a similar fashion, but for a large wooden throne at the far end and a set of smaller chamber doors behind it. There’s a window in here, and looking out E can see the full spread of the valley and the mountains beyond. Somehow, his short trip upwards has taken him to the top floor… or perhaps the only floor? Magic was confusing, and not easy to use. Whatever was behind this was no simple creature. Fenra’s report was wrong. He takes a tentative step into the throne room, followed by another. As soon as he is clear of the stairwell, a heavy portcullis of pitted iron slots down to cover the exit with a loud clanging crash, whipping his attention around. As the echo of the metal gate subsides, as a new sound fills the room - that of clapping, steady and joyless, from the direction of the throne now behind him. He turns back again to find a woman sitting there, tall, blonde, dressed in black leather and red silk. “Expecting someone a little different, little hunter?” she taunts, a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. E does his best to remain calm, his hand moving slowly toward his belt. “Something like that. And instead I find…?” He asks, keeping a quaver from his voice, if just barely. The woman laughs, a regal tone dripping in condescension. “Thou hath found the great Rebecca Valentine Tepes, hunter! Vampire and succubus both - S Class, 9th Rank I believe your silly little guild would say?” E’s brow furrows as the enormity of his predicament falls upon him. Even with his skills and his tools he doesn’t give himself good odds against such a foe, and something about the violent pressure surrounding her gives him the impression she’s telling the truth. “S Class, huh? Haven’t seen any monsters closer to a ‘D’ around here, have you? That’s all I came for, uhm… ma’am,” he tries, hoping but not believing there may be a way out of this yet. She laughs again, confirming his doubts. “Just a rumor I started among the simple folk to bring such easy prey to my grand doorstep. I do so love a meal that delivers itself!”  Only a slight rise in pitch at the end of her statement serves as any warning that her next move is to launch across the chamber in an instant, catching E in the gut with a closed fist that knocks his breath from him and nearly his lunch with it. As he is sent against the wall, two dull vials spill from his hands, barely reached by him in time. They break on the floor with a poof of thick, voluminous smoke that rapidly fills the area, affording him a brief opportunity to roll to the vampire’s side as she snarls and swipes at the iron-grey clouds surrounding her. “Thou art a master of tricks, is that what you think? More like a petty magician, better suited to a child’s party,” she calls, crouching low to get beneath the smoke cover before E barrels into her from the side, knocking her over with a force she had not expected. They roll across carpeted marble, growling as they tussle for position. After a moment he has her pinned beneath him, and she sees that his veins are bulging with a sickly green glow as his eyes dilate into beastly slits. “I’d say that’s around the time I realized you were more than some lowborn monster hunter,” Rebby muses back at the lab. E smiles wryly up at her as he replies, “Didn’t stop you from trying to kill me.” Rebby exhales in faux resignation, “No, it didn’t.” Even being emboldened by one of his tonics couldn’t stop E from being launched off of his foe once again by a pistonlike knee to the gut. As he tumbles over her head with a painful grunt, her expression of violent glee turns sober to realize he left a present behind, nestled securely in her ample cleavage: a small explosive, whose short fuse has already reached the casing. There is a detonation as E hits the floor, a burst of flame and debris that rattles his bones as he slides to a stop against the wall, head rattled and ears ringing. Through blurry eyes he scans the site of the blast - shredded carpet, cracked stone… and nothing else. How did she avoid the blast? The answer comes quicker than he’d like, as his opponent descends from the ceiling above, crashing onto him with the full force of her heavy frame, straddling him against the floor as his wrists are painfully pinned beneath her knees.  “You poor thing, you must have thought you had me for a moment there. But you are mine now, and I intend to do what I do best: feed.” E, battered and bruised, can feel his frame weakening as the short-lived effects of his battle tonic flush from his veins. One hand goes to his throat, firm as a vise and threatening crushing pressure as her other undoes the front of her bodice and skirt, revealing nothing underneath before snaking down between her spread legs to tear open the front of his pants, shredding the thick cloth effortlessly. A few quick tugs is all it takes to bring him to full mast, and she gives an appreciative growl at his size as she locks her hungry eyes with his and licks her lips. “Excellent, at least you’ll provide a worthy meal. I would even keep you as a pet if there was any chance you’d survive. Consider yourself lucky you get to have me at all, peasant.” She pushes up on his neck, tilting his head away from her as she lowers herself onto him, guiding his shaft to her entrance, dripping wet and radiating vital heat. They both moan as she sits down fully on his cock, her with deep satisfaction and him somewhere between a gasp of pleasure and a gasp for air. “A perfect fit, wouldn’t you say?” she teases, slowly raising her hips to draw out his length until only his swollen head remains held in the soft, cloying warmth of her muscular entrance. “Now let’s see how long you can, human!” She punctuates her statement by slamming herself down on him, again and again, riding him with wild, wolfish passion as his wrists and hips and neck bear her weight, surely to bruise. The sudden assault of pleasure across every inch of E’s straining shaft is immediately almost too much to bear for someone lacking experience such as him. Even giving his best efforts to hold out mentally and physically, his sore body soon betrays him as a torrent of cum explodes inside of Rebecca’s tight, bouncing pussy. Her laugh is one of victory as she humps each rope of thick white semen from him, slowing down only once the pulsing of his cock subsides as she slides down his messy, foamy shaft until her hips rest on his. “Mm, you have a good taste. Pure, untested… a virgin, eh? I’d have thought someone like you could get some action if they needed it, heh. Consider yourself lucky that your first and last time would be nobility.” Rebecca raises her knees from E’s wrists, positioning herself for better control as his spent cock revives within the pulsing heat of her dripping pussy. “I’ll give you so much pleasure before the end. You really should thank me.” Even with his head clouded by a combination of heavy blows and orgasmic bliss, the alchemist’s singular focus snaps to the forefront the moment his foe lets down her guard: with his hands free, E quickly snatches a vial off the floor from where it tumbled in the earlier scuffle, shooting back the contents in a single gulp. Rebecca pauses in the middle of raising her hips to fuck her prey once again, staring into his determined eyes for a beat before bursting out into hysterical laughter. “Ohoho, you think one of your little vigor potions will keep you alive against me? How charming, if it wasn’t so stupid. Nothing can stop a succubus of my caliber from draining you dry, and your puny human brain will be too drunk on my exquisite pleasure to appreciate the scant few seconds you’ve bought!” Staring back patiently through her tirade, E simply cocks up the corner of his mouth in response. “Heh.” Suddenly, Rebecca finds her limbs growing weak, her mind foggy as a powerful scent wafts over her - the pheromonal signature of an incubus, and it’s coming from him. “Impossible!” she cries out, even as he grasps her wrists and holds them high. “For a human, yes,” E explains, his tone matter-of-fact if tinged with the barest shade of smugness. “But I’m also half homunculus, which makes my body rather receptive to the effects of say… a tonic brewed from incubus essence?” It takes no effort for him to flip her over in her weakened state, reversing Rebecca’s pin and putting him squarely on top of the much taller woman. “Your little game is pretty fun, however,” he growls into her ear, his cock throbbing rock-hard against her toned abs. “We can keep playing, but I’m in the lead now.” E drives his point home by gathering her wrists together in hand and directing himself back into her dripping cunt with the other, thrusting his hips forward and eliciting an unguarded moan from Rebecca. He keeps her pinned beneath him as he fucks her, pushing her open garment further aside to grope at her breasts. Each soft mount is large enough to dwarf his open palm as his fingers knead into their bouncy, smooth softness. He pinches each nipple, giving them enough of a tweak to remind her who is the boss as she wriggles in addled pleasure on the floor. The vampire alternates between crying out in pleasure and moaning through her bitten lip as he takes her, a flush rising to her cheeks as her eyes seem to lose focus on all but her closest surrounding: E. With all sense of nobility wiped from her features, E lets his hand trail down the bumpy terrain of her heaving abs before planting his thumb at the base of her pubic mound and grinding it against the hood of her clit. Her hips raise from the floor as she screams in ecstasy and her pussy contracts tighter still in rhythm with her orgasm, milking another heavy load from his weighty, essence-enhanced balls.   “Is that all you’ve got, Rebecca Valentine?” he grunts, watching her kick and claw at the floor as he releases her arms and leans back to admire his work. The potent mixture of incubus essence pulsing through his veins and the sight of a completely defanged succubus before him has his slick, soaked member at full mast again as he directs her to get on all fours and present herself to him, a request which she fulfills without protest. “Good, I was worried you were done already.” E gives her offered ass an appreciative few spanks, delighting in the bright red imprint of his open hand on her thick cheeks before slipping his cock into her receptive cunt from behind. Rebecca throws her head up, blonde hair spilling across her well-toned back as her moan echoes through the regal chamber. “I would think you’d have enough experience to be used to this,” he muses as he takes hold of her tail to pull her hips fast against him. “No, you… you fool. You were my first, too,” she manages to mumble through loose lips before another thrust fucks the tongue out of her mouth and leaves her it lolling obscenely against her chin.  E takes advantage of his complete control to ride Rebecca from behind with forceful determination, reining her in by her tail as he relishes every angle and spot of her insides he can hit with his hitherto inexperienced cock. When her arms fail her and her upper body slumps against the ground, he pulls sharply back on her seemingly sensitive tail to jolt her back to attention. She throws her ass back against his thrusts, moaning all the while as her intoxicated pussy cums again and again on his throbbing rod until her thighs run wet to stain the carpets below. Even with the resilience offered by having spent a few loads already, E finds himself on the verge of orgasm soon enough, electing this time to fully enjoy the fruits of his domination over the succubus as he pushes her off of his slick cock. “Swallow it, fiend,” he commands, the veins pulsing across his blood-flushed member. Rebecca quickly pivots to her knees, taking him in her mouth and sucking greedily on his cum-stained cock, her cheeks caving inward as she draws him deep to the back of her throat. Taking a fistful of her wild blonde hair, E pushes her down with a groan as the head of his cock pops triumphantly past the barrier of her throat and he deposits a heavy load directly into the stomach of the writhing, gagging vampire. He lets her clean off his half-spent member with her tongue as he catches his breath, admiring the lustful abandon in her eyes as she moves down to nurse his balls while a trail of semen and spit dangles from her pointed chin. “You know, there’s always something I wanted to try when I got the chance… Now seems as good a time as any. Hold that pose.” Fishing through his bags, E retrieves a length of climbing rope (standard monster hunting kit, of course) and takes a knee as he expertly wraps up his pliant opponent in a complex series of loops and knots. With her knees bound high and arms tied behind her back, he lifts the larger woman in his arms and brings her to the throne, his erection returning to life with every step until he has her seated in the chair, legs up on its armrests, his cock jutting eager between her spread thighs as it slides against her engorged clit. “Normally I’d expect such bonds to be trivial to an S Class such as yourself, but something tells me they won’t be a problem. Still, if it would please you to struggle, by all means,” he talks down to the tied-up vampire before pushing his fat cock into her once again and railing her against the carved seat of her power. His prediction proves correct when he adjusts his pace to tease her entrance slowly, reading the language of her body to gauge the depth of his thrusts to elicit the maximum amount of desperate squirming from her as she begs for him to fuck her deeper and deeper. There’s no pride left in her at this moment, bared down upon by E’s insatiable cock as each exertion releases more and more of the incubus essence inside of him in an overpowering aura of sweat and semen. He leaves her there, twitching, wet, covered from head to hips in thick ropes of his cum as more drains from her gaping holes, after what seems like hours but may have been no more than a few dozen minutes. Ever the analyst, E knows his incubus concoction won’t last him much longer, so he prepares to leave with a collection of the succubus’s vampiric essences for future study back at his lab. He does briefly consider ending her where she lays and claiming whatever reward that might fetch, but he feels more pity than malice for the cumdrunk monster that tried to slay him just a while earlier.  “W-wait… You’re -ahn- leaving? Please, untie me…?”, she moans weakly from her semen-soaked throne. “Now why exactly would I do that, Miss Valentine?”, E retorts, midway through changing into a spare set of traveling clothes. “So you can take another swipe at me once you’ve recovered your sense?” Her body twitches with the aftershock of another orgasm as she fails to hold her head high. “N-no, I... I want to go with you. To be with you, take care of you and your… needs. I -uhn- love you?” He pauses, turning to consider her with one eyebrow cocked. “You what now? Don’t you think that’s a bit sudden?” She gazes at him, her eyes sincere behind the screen of cum drooling down her face. “Not for a succubus it isn’t. My kind rarely meets their match, or one who can survive our… feeding. Not for long, anyway.” E takes a moment to weigh the costs and benefits of freeing an immortal vampiric succubus against having an immortal vampiric succubus begging to follow him and drain his balls whenever he wants. “Well… you might be useful to my research. But try anything and you’ll find yourself in the same position, I’m warning you.” Her eyes soften as she smiles before closing entirely. “Oh, I’m counting on it,” she mumbles, before beginning to snore gently. E sighs. “I hope I don’t regret this…” Back at the lab, E concludes his story with a knowing glance up at Rebby. “So did you end up regretting taking me along, mister homunculus?”, she chuckles, smiling warmly. “Not even for a second,” he replies stoically before they both share a laugh at the recollection of the times she’s driven him to exasperation since. “Hey, E. Look, ” Rebby stage whispers, tapping him on the shoulder before pointing over to Aya. The blue-hued dragon bears a deep blush to her cheeks, flames licking up from her hair at the edges of her face. “ I think she liked it ,” the succubus teases, “Maybe you should tell it again, but act it out this time for her.” E glances between the two women in his life, then back to his experiment, acutely aware of his member straining against the inside leg of his pants. He sighs. “I’ll go get the rope.”

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Chapter 0 - Frey and Strife

Gwyn’s breath came heavy and ragged as she watched the light drain from the eyes of her foe, mere inches from her own. As their life faded and their legs gave out, she allowed the slain enemy to fall to the ground, sliding from the thick blade of her two-handed sword with slick sucking sound before collapsing to the churned earth below. The blue-haired knight woman glances around the small battlefield, confirming that none remained standing. With the immediate danger disposed off the adrenaline began to flush from her system, allowing the weariness in her legs and the stinging pain of a dozen glancing blows to fade into the center of her perception. She winces and groans, dragging herself to a nearby rock and taking a seat, propping herself on her upright blade to keep from sagging over as she recuperates.  “The sole survivor yet again, hm? I see the lone soldier lives again.” A haunting voice echoes across the bloodsown field, its tone low and taunting yet all too familiar to Gwynhwyvar: her own voice, reflected darkly and thrown back with malice. The weary knight lifts her head with some effort, her eyes falling upon a spot of cloying, roiling blackness suspended in the air some feet away. The darkness coalesces and opens, shedding away from reality until only a solitary figure remains: the very mirror of Gwynhwyvar herself, her base and perverse alter ego Fray Myste. “Fray… what are you… doing here?” Gwyn manages to push the words past her bruised and cracked lips before immediately regretting giving her other self a chance to speak. She seldom has anything good to say… “Why, dear Gwynnie, you were the one who called me! Did you not feel it, during the battle? The thrill in your heart as you cleaved flesh from bone, smiting foe after foe… the guilty gratitude you allowed yourself as each ally fell, thankful that it wasn’t you at the end of the blade. The heat of desperation, the cool focus contained within… As a part of you, I am… intimately familiar with your responses. How you feel when you fight is awfully similar to how you feel when you fuck, you know.” “Enough!”, Gwyn growls through gritted teeth. “Look around you, have some respect for the dead! Some of these people were my *friends*, damn you. I’ll hear no more from you.” Fray adopts a deep sly smile and approaches her vessel with measured, sensual steps entirely out of place from the surrounding carnage. “Good”, she whispers into the space between them. “I was done talking, for the most part. I simply came to help.” Her hands dart forward, lightning-quick, one tightening around Gwyn’s throat as the other works to tear away her armored skirt, discarding the dented blue garment aside. “Help you relieve some of that frustration you’re too much of a coward to take care of yourself. Would you wait until you returned to the city before finding some naive farmboy to take to your bed, pretending everything was normal? Would you leave poor little me wanting because you refuse to take care of yourself when you need it most? No, I’m taking matters into my own hands. Gwyn grunts in choking protest as her tired body is forced back and down against the rock on which she’s seated, and Fray moves to undo the clasps of her breastplate as well, peeling it from her body before tearing the front of her undershirt away to expose the swell of her pale, sweat-streaked chest to the open air.  “Oh we do look beautiful, don’t we? If there’s one thing about you I respect, you’ve never been shy with this body.” Fray releases her grasp around her better half’s throat, ignoring Gwyn’s gasps for air as she cups her breasts in each hand, kneading the soft flesh as her thumbs play across the sensitive nubs of her pale pink nipples.  “Already stiff up here?” She brings a hand down between Gwyn’s legs, and her fingertips are rewarded with a slick, sticky heat as they brush across the knight’s flushed lower lips. “You’re more turned on than even I had thought! You really are a slut for battle, Gwynnie. Perhaps we aren’t too different after all.” “Silence, Fray! I won’t let you-ngah!” Gwyn’s protests are cut short as Fray forms a beak with her thumb and first three fingers, shoving the digits inside without warning. The thick spread of fingers pushes past Gwyn’s tight entrance, sliding deep into her moist pussy. Fray rolls her digits around, massaging around Gwyn’s inner walls until she is squirming on the rock before her, panting as she fights and fails to capture her moans. “Good girl, much better. I’d rather hear you wail like a whore than put up your proselytizing for a moment more. Just keep your trap shut and let me take care of you… The excitement of battle, the excitement of sex... I won’t let you leave this battlefield without your sweet release.” Fray intensifies her movements, finger fucking Gwyn’s cunt to a chorus of loud squelching sounds as she stirs up her insides, hooking the tips of her fingers upwards to caress toward her vessel’s g-spot. With her spare hand she sets to work on Gwyn’s chest, pinching roughly at her nipples, pulling them taut and letting her breasts bounce back to their original shape before beginning anew. Before long, Gwyn’s back begins to arch of its own accord, prompting Fray to increase her assault further. “No, no! You can’t! I don’t want to, not here! Please, Fray, no!!!” Heedless of her protests, or perhaps driven by them, Fray take the cue to push Gwyn over the edge, ripping a ragged cry from the battle-weary knight as her legs shake with the waves of her orgasm crashing against her body. She squirts a messy spray which mixes with the mud and blood staining the battlefield. Her hips hang in the air, suspended on Fray’s fingers, until at last her stiff body gives way and she slumps back down the stone, allowing Fray’s hand to slide away. Gwyn averts her tear-stained eyes in shame, only to find them looking out across the strewn bodies of the dead.  “Yes, take it in. You’ve avoided your reality for far too long. Avoided me… It’s my turn to take over, dear Gwynnie. You listen to me now. Now roll over and present yourself to me, chop chop!” “What are you… going to do?” Fray displays a devilish grin as she brings her hands together before her hips, crafting arcane symbols in the air which weave into an eldritch darkness at the level of her crotch. Another portal of darkness, to summon forth a rapidly-swelling erection from within the tight panties exposed by her open skirt. Her hands pull away as the manifested member pushes past the confines of the garment to stand proud against her stomach. The throbbing shaft is a full twelve inches with a proportional girth, and already a heavy dollop of clear precum glistens at the tip. “Something we’ll both enjoy, for once. Now bend over as I said. Unless… you don’t want this?” Gwyn eyes her counterpart’s cock with unrestrained awe. Such a large member, beyond any her lovers have ever had… Her orgasm-addled mind obeys in spite of any protests her heart might hold. She can’t refuse this, not now. Slowly, heedless of her own exhaustion, she pushes up from the stone and positions her front across it, bending at the waist as she pushes her tight, round ass out toward her tormentor. At least she can hide her face from her darker half this way… “Perfect… Spread your legs, now. I will give you the lovers’ comfort you crave so much.” Gwyn obeys the order, planting her feet wide and reaching back with one hand to pull at one edge of her glistening pussy and exposing the vivid pink entrance fully. Fray merely scoffs in satisfaction as she steps forward, one hand gripping the base of her prodigious cock to aid in guiding the swollen head to its destination. Heat meets heat as she slides the tip across Gwyn’s lips before pushing past them and sliding the first few thick inches inside with a soft groan. “Mmm, your physical condition certainly pays off. Such a whore and yet still so tight. How much can you take, I wonder?” Fray thrusts her hips forward without warning, plunging herself inside of Gwyn’s hungry cunt until her cock collides with the firm ring of the knight's cervix. Gwyn cries out in pain at the sudden, deep impact, to which Fray clicks her tongue in response. “Sad, and I still have so much left to give. No matter, I’ll make use of every inch of you until I’m finally satisfied. You’ve denied me too long, denied yourself.” Her cock still impaling Gwyn fully, Fray reaches forward to grab a fistful of her vessel’s black and blue hair, pulling her head back roughly to whisper into her ear through gritted teeth: “Remember: you want this. You want this punishment, or I wouldn’t be here.” With that, Fray releases her hold to let Gwyn’s head hang limp and begins to fuck her in earnest. Drawing the length of her shaft back, she plunges it in again and again in long, deep strokes, every dimension of Gwyn’s hole stretching to accommodate the massive member. Gwyn’s cries leap unbidden from her throat as her tight little body is ravaged by the emboldened embodiment of her darkest desires. With no will to resist, no refuge to seek, her mind retreats and allows the raw physicality of her selfcestuous coupling to take over. Pain turns to pleasure as her insides are ravaged more deeply, more completely than ever before. Fray knows her, knows herself intimately, inside and out, and is able to respond to each shifting of her weight, each moan of pleasure, orchestrating Gwyn’s pleasure as masterfully as one could.  Fray punctuates her thrusts with a staccato rhythm of sharp slaps against Gwyn’s taut buttocks, leaving deep red handprints which throb with a glorious soreness. “Has any man of yours been brave enough to treat you like this? To peel away your careful guard and expose the shameless slut within? To satisfy your need to lose control, to shed your meticulous persona and give up that tiresome air you always carry with you?”, she taunts, cutting off any chance for Gwyn to respond with another round of spanking.  “You know, Gwynnie, if you indulged me more often I wouldn’t have to take matters into my own hands. So often do you deny me, taking the high road. And what do you have to show for it?” Fray gestures grandly to the battlefield surrounding them. “You can never save anyone in the end, except yourself. So selfish, really… not that I would criticize looking out for oneself first and foremost. It’s the hypocrisy which disgusts me.” The dark manifestation drives home her tirade with a series of fierce thrusts, driving her length into Gwyn again and again in a vicious pounding which would leave even her drenched and eager cunt raw as a result. Gwyn arches her back, crying out, trying to find the angle to provide her counterpart with the most depth possible to ease the intense punching pressure of her blows. Sweat drips from her straining features, falling in glistening drops from her disheveled hair to camouflage the tears streaming unbidden from her deep sapphire eyes. “You… you’re right, Fray! Nng, fuck… I’m nothing but a worthless whore, wanting to be taken. I’m so - ahn! - sick of always hiding, pretending I’m more. So please, I’m so close! Finish this! Please, Fray! Fuck me!” Fray giggles, a disconcerting sound at odds with the situation. “So you’ve finally decided to listen to yourself! Good, we’re making progress. Continue letting go of that pretension, Gwynnie, and I’ll give you your release.” She adjusts her pace, slowing down and fucking with a focused deliberation designed to drag every angle of her vicious, throbbing shaft across Gwyn’s weakest spots. The pair of them, two sides of the same coin, settle into a steady rhythm of push and pull, intent of cresting their edge as a silence falls over the field to be broken only by their heavy breathing and cries of pleasure.  Fray’s delicate fingers wrap around the base of her cock, length enough for her hand to cover left over. She begins to massage herself as she continues plunging into Gwyn’s sloppy cunt, her spare hand moving down to stroke and play at the sensitive zones around her vessel’s sides and thighs. The vicious fucking takes on an almost tender tone of considerate lovemaking as Fray looks down on Gwyn no longer with derisive scorn, but a hollow pity for her broken partner. She leans in close again, letting the cool metal of her breastplate press into Gwyn’s bare back. “Listen to my voice. Listen to our heartbeat. Listen… We are one, Gwynhwyvar. Don’t fight it, just let go…” The sudden change in sensation, the whispered words hot against her ears, the pressure building inside of her and the urge to let it go… It’s enough to push Gwyn over her edge, and she wails as she cums hard against Fray’s cock, her body convulsing against her darker self as her pussy contracts around the thick shaft buried inside. On cue, Fray snaps back and grunts, her manifest member jumping within its warm sleeve as she pumps rope after rope of thick, milky semen inside of her vessel. With nowhere to go, the seed spurts in heavy dollops past the flush of Gwyn’s battered lips, running down her sweaty, bloody thighs and splattering to the filthy ground below. Gwyn collapses once more on the now-damp stone, panting deeply as her eyes flutter from the potent combination of sweet relief and guilty pleasure. A minute passes before Fray steps back, sliding herself out from inside Gwyn’s dripping pussy with a loud sucking sound, her spent member flopping down between her thighs. Running a tight grip from the base of the cum-stained cock to the distant tip, Fray pushes the last of her seed out before working her magic once again, summoning a microcosm of dark energy to return her form to its original state: a perfect reflection of the ruined knight before her in every facet. Stepping around the stone, Fray kneels to bring herself to the level of Gwyn’s head and brushes the wet hair from her face. The knight’s eyes struggle to focus as she fights to stay conscious. “This was fun, Gwynnie, but I know you too well. You’ve spent too long putting up walls, building compartments in your heart and mind. This will all be a bad memory for you before long. But know that when you tire of this charade, I shall be here waiting to take the reins… You only need ask.” As the battlefield fades away and darkness takes hold, Fray’s words echo in Gwynhwyvar’s mind. And then, nothing.

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Chapter 0 - Four Femboy Snapshots: Famfrit, Leo, Kuru, and Ori

Boot camp, at the firing range... Famfrit peers downrange at the distant target, the black-and-white target zones magnified by the powerful optic on his rifle. It would be a difficult shot even on a good day, but today’s target practice was a little different from usual… as the demon-descended sniper focused on adjusting for elevation and windage, another complication from behind was throwing off his aim: the young man’s drill sergeant, a curvaceous and toned cheetah, has pulled down the minuscule military shorts of Famfrit’s uniform and buried his tongue deep between the sniper’s bubble butt cheeks to rim the muscular ring of his asshole. “It is imperative for a sharpshooter to acquire and maintain a steady aim regardless of distractions, cadet.”, the drill sergeant had explained to the young up-and-coming marksman. “I’ll be testing you under one of the most difficult of circumstances: relentless rear assault, hands-free. If you can hit the thousand-meter target under these conditions, we’ll move you through to the next round. Do you understand, cadet?” Famfrit had given his best salute in response, clapping his thick thighs together as close as he could and straightening his spine and slender shoulders with a “Sir! Yes sir!” The sarge grunted his assent and lead the way into the range. Now that he was behind his rifle and the fat head of the sergeant’s cock was resting on his saliva-smeared asshole, Famfrit was less confident in his marksmanship. It didn’t help that his superior officer’s superior rimjob had left his own member stiff as a rod between his legs, his long pale shaft reaching almost to his knees as it twitches and drools a thick string of a precum onto the firing range floor. He reaches to adjust a knob on his weapon’s optic when the sergeant pushes into him, the wide flare of his feline cock’s swollen, spiky head stretching Famfrit’s asshole wide. The cheetah plunges deep into his warm guts without mercy, and the demon boy has to stifle a feminine yelp as his body jerks, disrupting the sensitive calibration. Famfrit thanks his lucky stars that the weapon is secured in a firing mount as his firm bubble butt is fucked at a steady pace by his instructor. Each thrust of the cheetah’s cock rocks his body back and forth, and the more he attempts to ignore the pleasant soreness building inside him as the firm little barbs of the feline penis brush against his prostate from within, the more difficult it becomes for him to concentrate on anything. His eyes struggle to focus on the windsocks lining the side of the target range so he can estimate the appropriate judgment, but the drill sergeant appears determined to make this exercise as difficult as possible as he slaps his claw-tipped hands against Famfrit’s thick hips and increases the pace of his thrusts. As the thick mean buried in his ass drives against his prostate again and again, Famfrit begins to pant and mewl with frustration. He can feel a pressure building deep inside his belly, one he knows all too well… the demon’s testicles pull tight against his body, and his eyes squeeze shut as the precum leaking from his own dangling cock turns milky white, his balls draining out of his erection in a thick stream that stains the inside of his thighs in long, runny streaks and splatters to the floor below. As he experiences the release of his anal orgasm, he squeezes the trigger of his rifle and fires a single shot. The sergeant pauses mid thrust and reaches for the binoculars around his neck, stepping back until Famfrit’s quivering ass is hugging the head of his cock. Finding the target through the lenses, he spots a single dark hole punched through the center of the distant bullseye. He clicks his tongue and pats one of Famfrit’s firm cheeks with approval. “Nice shot, cadet.” Out on reconnaissance… Leo’s ears twitch in the breeze as he crawls toward the crest of the ridge ahead. The small mouse boy’s light brown skin feel warm under the midday sun, with the tight form-fitting vest and exceedingly short shorts of his unit’s uniform leaving most of him exposed to the elements. It is the same skimpy outfit his partner Famfrit is wearing as they follow close behind, and Leo is acutely aware of the blue-haired demons gaze glued firmly to his wide-hips and round bubble butt. “Can you confirm the target, Leo? If I have to crawl any further with your ass in my face I think my dick is gonna rip through my shorts.” “Quiet down back there! It’s not my fault you can barely keep it in your pants, Famfrit. We’re coming up on the ridge now, I’ve just got to get a good look of the valley below. Why didn’t you just whack off at base camp like the rest of us?” Famfrit groans behind him, shifting uncomfortably in the dirt. “Leo, I did! But it’s tough not to get distracted with all this wagging in front of me all morning.” He shifts onto his side to crane an arm forward, clapping Leo’s rear end with a loud smack. The mouse squeaks, his tail shooting up straight with surprise. “I’m gonna have to do something about it before we get back to camp. I can’t have Sarge catching me with a hard-on again, you know how he gets! C’mon!” Leo remembers quite well the last time someone in the unit got caught for inappropriate conduct while on a mission… The sergeant had them tied up to a pair of posts in the center of camp as a free-use cumbucket for the whole squad. “Fuck the filthy pervert until he’s sick of dick”, he had said. They all had a turn of course, what with being so pent up and all, but he wasn’t ready to condemn himself or one of his squadmates to such humiliation. “Can you just rub one out or something? I just need to- hey! Famfrit, what are you-?!” As the rodent recon trooper is turning back toward the crest of the ridge, he feels two hands grip his ass firmly from behind, and a stiff warmth push insistently against the tight material of the shorts hugging his cheeks. “Come on Leo, I’ll be quick; I’m about to blow already. I’ll let you use me however you want back at camp for a whole week, I promise!” Rather than waiting for an answer, though, Famfrit is already tugging his partner’s shorts down around his ankles to expose the tight pucker of his asshole and allow his long semi-erect cock to swing free. The demon turns his target onto his side, propping one of Leo’s ankles up on his shoulder as he guides his swollen manhood toward to the mouse’s butthole, smearing the entrance with precum before pushing his hips forward and burying his prodigious length within Leo’s ass. Leo cries out in surprise as his hole is stretched wide by the intruding phallus, and he quickly covers his mouth with both hands to avoid giving away their position. Famfrit fucks him frantically, his eyes almost glassed over as he enjoys the sweet pleasure of his friend’s insides wrapping warm and tight around his aching cock. By the time they make it back to camp, the sergeant is eager to hear their explanation for being an hour late… and why the lead scout his a stream of semen leaking down his thigh from his barely-concealed gaping asshole. “This is the last time, boys. You know the drill: a day in the center of camp being everyone’s bitch. LISTEN UP, UNIT! FRESH MEAT FOR YOUR USE! Let’s teach these soldiers a thing or two about ‘trigger discipline’; everyone has a go or you’re going up right next to them!” Leo and Famfrit turn to each other in dismay as a pair of camp aides tie their wrists from behind and lead them away to be disciplined… A dark room, location unknown… Kuru had failed. Charged with orders to conduct a spying mission alone against the enemy, he had barely infiltrated their base’s perimeter before bright spotlights burned to life, trained on his position. Somehow, they knew he was coming… Guards apprehended him at gunpoint, and the last thing he remembers is a sharp blow to the back of his head… The captured fox comes to in cold darkness. Concrete beneath his feet… he calls out “Hello?” weakly, but only his own echo responds. Both wrists and all five tails ache, it feels like they have been suspended from the ceiling by thick cords just high enough for him to tiptoe on the rough floor. Suddenly, a light overhead, casting his naked body in shadows from above. He hears a door open in the darkness beyond his small pool of illumination, followed by footsteps and the shrill shriek of dragging metal. A woman steps forward into view and places a heavy metal chair before him. Her face is pale in contrast to her dark uniform, zipped low enough to expose an impressive amount of cleavage as her large breasts threaten to spill out of her top. Short horns and a pair of floppy ears crown her silver hair… bovine, Kuru is certain. An important note if he makes it out of here alive. She takes a seat and crosses her legs, looking up at him expectantly. “Are you going to talk? Or am I going to make you talk?” Her accent is thick, but… he can’t quite place it. The thought frustrates him. “I’ve got nothing to say to you. Let me go if you don’t want any trouble.”, he spits valiantly in retort, his defiant words at odds with his powerless condition. The cowgirl merely shrugs, clicking her tongue with a tsk tsk sound. “Good. I was looking forward to dragging it out of you anyway. We’ll start light, little fox, have some fun with it. After that, well… I’m not making any promises.” Kuru’s interrogator reaches one dainty hand down between her breasts, producing a brightly-colored silicone sleeve from within her cleavage before extending her tongue to allow a stream of saliva to spill down into the tight hole at the front of the toy. Kuru’s cock is already at half-mast, caring little that the gorgeous girl before it may be an enemy. It takes little coaxing to swell to its full throbbing limit as she wraps her fingers tight around his heavy testicles and slides the sleeve over the sensitive head of his penis and down the length of the shaft. The saliva and silicone are cool to his touch as the textured interior hugs every veiny inch of him, and Kuru groans through gritted teeth. “This is your idea of torture?”, he hisses, as her skilled hands stroke him with the toy. He finds his orgasm approaching fast, and as his balls fight against her fingers to pull tight against his body… she stops, popping the toy off of his aching erection and giggling at the way it twitches and bounces in the stark light, casting obscene shadows across the floor as it does so. “No no no, little fox. This is my idea of torture.”, she says in a sultry tone, leaning in close to his body to let her warm breath caress his cock and grinning with a malicious gleam in her eyes as it rises in response. Kuru is not sure if hours pass or mere minutes as the interrogator brings him to his edge time and time again, all he knows is that it seems an eternity. He is left panting, hanging limply from sore wrists and with a dull ache in his testicles from where her insistent grip keeps them pulled far and away from the warmth of his body. Spittle falls from his open mouth as his tongue lolls out with each ragged breath, his saliva falling to the floor to splatter among the growing pool of precum that has been oozing from the tip of his overstimulated manhood. “Please, I’m begging you… I can’t tell you anything… Just let me cum, please!” “Hah, I’m surprised you’ve held on for this long, to be honest… it would almost be impressive, if it wasn’t so pathetic. Talk!” Her body shakes with the intensity of her command, just enough for the movement through her arm to tilt the tormented fox over the edge at last; Kuru cries, snot and tears running down his face as his entire body convulses against his restraints and a great gout of thick mushy semen pours forth from his pent-up balls. He shudders through the ruin of his orgasm, painting the cowgirl’s pale skin and dark uniform with his seed and letting his cum splash wetly against the floor as he experience a full-body release before falling limp where he hangs, his cock still sputtering the last vestiges of his accumulated cum as it grows soft to have between his thick, feminine thighs. “Oh, you shouldn’t have done that.”, she says, her voice icy cool as she stands slowly upright and flicks the clinging seed from her face with the back of her hand. “That will make it so much harder to you to enjoy my next trick…” She unties the cords around the spent fox’s wrists, and his body falls forward to land face-first in the cold puddle of cum and saliva. With his tails still suspended, he’s bent over at the waist with his hips in the air. Kuru’s eyes flutter open in time to see her undo the front zipper of her suit, shedding the outfit from her shoulders and down around her hips, then to her feet. He can barely make out the blurry shape of her own cock swinging free between her legs, of a size and girth he’s never seen, not even among the more gifted boys in his unit. She walks out of view and takes position behind him. “So, you managed to hold out until you came… but will you be able to hold out until I do?” Uh-oh… A military laboratory, location classified… “Sir, the subject’s response to subcutaneous electro-stimulation has proven remarkably effective.” A white-coated researcher gestures through a pane of one-way glass to the testing chamber beyond, where the naked figure of a slender young dragon boy lies supine on a chrome-plated table. Thick rubber restraints bind his arms and legs to the table's edge, and a spider’s web of wires descends from the ceiling to anchor into his ashen gray scales across his entire body. One feature which stands out from the stark, clinical palette of the room is the boy’s penis, a bright purple, disproportionate organ standing fully erect above a bulbous pair of testicles which would put a bull to shame. A number of electrodes are implanted across the length of his shaft, within the soft flesh of his scrotum, and snake down between his thighs to stud the circumference of his clenched asshole. A bead of precum flashes brightly under the fluorescent lights, perched proudly upon its girthy throne. “Observe how the subject’s body responds to the stimulation, taking careful note of this readout here.” The researcher motions to a screen flashing a number of biometric statistics. “The neural activity is astounding enough on its own, but the increase in the muscular response is extraordinary. Allow me to show you.” He produces a control device labeled ‘Test Subject XXX: Ori”, and punches in a quick combination of keys. The body inside the chamber convulses in response as the subcutaneous electrodes stimulate his nervous system with a series of oscillating waveforms, the dragon’s muscles flexing to their extreme limit against the restraints as his erection bolts fully upright in response. The researcher holds the current for almost half a minute until a stream of thick, bright cum begins to spill forth from the twitching tip of Ori’s purple cock and dribble down the shaft to pool in the soft curve of his belly. The doctor cuts the charge, and the subject’s body falls limp against the table again. “Unfortunately, the involuntary production of semen indicates the limits of the subject’s endurance at this phase of testing. We believe a few more days at this level and he may be ready to move on to the next stage.” The other figure watching the demonstration considers the scene. A plan to produce a top-secret super soldier within the peak limits of their physiology, through a regimen of tests, enhancements, and the finest training available. There have been a few subjects who have passed this round of direct nervous stimulation, but none have shown as remarkable progress as this one. If he is as ideal a candidate as the reports say… “Show me again.”, he says in a dour, clipped voice that snaps the researcher to attention. “Of course! I m-mean, yes sir!” He activates the device again, and the boy beyond the one-way class convulses once again...

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Chapter 0 - VIP Special

Blue sighs, flopping back-first onto her bed and reaching for her phone once again. She pulls up the crowded contacts list, scrolling through with unfocused eyes. It’s just like opening the fridge again and again hoping to find something new and tasty to eat, she thinks to herself. Even though you bother looking, you know there’s nothing you missed. At best, your standards may have lowered and you’ll grab those cold leftovers you won’t enjoy. Her phone was the same. No matter how many times she looked, no new exciting number would pop up to call, no fun boytoy or gallant gentlemen to rescue her from her boredom. She tosses the device onto a nearby pillow in defeat, resigned but resolute not to lower her standards for the night and hit up any “cold leftovers”. Her hands wander down her body, and she briefly considers taking care of herself and calling it an early night. No, no, she thinks. Far too depressing for her current mood. She needs to get out, out of her apartment and out of her head. She needs someplace… crowded. And loud. She ponders her options, and it doesn’t take long for the solution to present itself. That new club that opened not too far from her building, she had been looking for an excuse to check it out. With nothing else to do tonight, she finds it difficult to argue against paying a visit. Reinvigorated by the promise of progress, Blue hops up and throws open her closet to examine her options for the night’s fashion. She settles on a classic clubbing ensemble, with thigh-high fishnets, an old concert tee over a net top with long sleeves and thumb holes, and a pleated skirt in black and blue to match her dyed hair and dark sapphire eyes. No panties beneath to hide her trim landing strip - she liked the thrill of dancing on the floor with nothing but the hem of her skirt between her and exposure. Her belly ring and pierced earlobes are visible to all; the barbell through her right nipple will remain a pleasant surprise for whoever gets her top off tonight. Dark eyeliner and lipstick complete the gothic, punkish look she’s going for, and she grabs a small leather handbag to hold her phone, wallet, and the usual supply of condoms and lube just in case. Finally, a worn pair of Doc Marten asskickers to get her there and back again. Satisfied with her outfit, Blue makes her way down to the ground floor and out into the cool city night, setting a course for the club. The journey there is uneventful, and thankfully so. Blue was no stranger to harassment or worse while wandering the streets, and she was far from being in the mood to break some asshole’s head in. A decent line was already in place as she walked up to the building proper, but she was used to getting into places like this: a little wink, a blown kiss, and a quick squeeze of the bouncer’s crotch and she was through the door before anyone could protest. His package felt hefty in her hands, and she makes a mental note to give him her number on the way out. The small entrance resolves into a wide, open room, all neon lights and lasers flickering through a haze of smoke and generated fog. On one end, a raised area with some curtained booths marked for VIPs, and at the other, a shimmering backlit bar packed with girls and the guys chasing down any chance of a dance and more. The rest of the space is given over to a large dance floor, lit from underneath with a checkerboard of colored lights, and a rowdy crowd dancing the full gamut of awkward and drunk to sexy and sensuous to the industrial beats spun by the DJ overhead. Blue’s kind of scene alright. She makes her way to the bar first, hoping to get a buzz on before scouting around for any potential partners. Shouldering her way through, she deflects the offers of a half-dozen suitors before settling against the edge of the bar and ordering a White Russian for herself and settling in to observe the crowd. Time passes quickly as she takes stock of the myriad people dancing around alone, in pairs, in groups… a diverse bunch, which is good. She likes variety. A couple handsome guys a cut above the rest catch her eye and she makes note of a few ladies as well, still undecided which way she wants to swing tonight. Two more drinks down and a dozen rejected offers later, she’s feeling up to mingle and get her groove on. Paying her tab, she descends past her most recently-rejected suitor and slides onto the floor with a casual, confident grace. Blue let the heavy bass pulse through her, guiding her movements through the throng of dancers. She could feel the eyes on her, the women judging the potential competition, the men pray for another flash of her toned butt beneath the swaying hem of her skirt. She revels in the ease at which she arrests their attention as she is finally free from her own head and able to exist in the moment. She is not twirling and hopping for long before she feels a presence close in behind her, a tall man taking his chance to dance against her body. He gives no greeting, merely following her movements with his. She’s ready now to give someone a chance, and she grinds her hips into his in assent as they dance in tandem to the DJ’s beats. Her partner must have been emboldened by her movements, and she feels the front of his hips push back against her rear as his hands wrap around her body from behind. He grinds back against her, and she feels a twinge of delight at the hefty erection straining through his pants as he rubs himself into the cleft of her toned ass. His large hands pet heavily across her abdomen, her upper arm, playing around the edges of her breasts as he tugs lightly at her clothes. His forearms are strong, powerfully-built, and she cannot resist the urge to tilt her head up and to the side for a glimpse at his face. Through the fog and flickering lights it is tough to get a good picture, but she is able to make out a strong jawline dusted with trim stubble. Good, Blue thinks to herself. She likes what she sees. Their sensual display escalates when she feels his hand dart beneath her top and pull upwards, lifting her tee and the fishnets beneath it as he simultaneously cups her right breast and exposes it to all attending. Blue feels herself flush hot as his fingers trace her pierced nipple, the feeling of being on display to any stranger who might glance their way an exciting kink to her. Her dance partner’s other hand moves back and low, giving her ass a firm squeeze beneath her skirt before retreating. Then, the unmistakable sound of a zipper being tugged, loud and clear to her senses above the pounding music. His hand returns again, beneath her skirt and around the front, and he places his palm against the seat of her stomach, fingertips resting at the edge of her bare pussy. He pulls her close like this, skirt and top lifted, and she feels the burning, throbbing heat of his cock press against her from behind.  Thick enough to spread her cheeks, Blue’s body reacts to the promise of his member as she grows wet between her legs. He feels this too, as his hand wanders down to stroke gently at her flushed folds, plunging lightly between them before darting up to play at the firm nub of her clit. A moan escapes her lips and is drowned out by the music. As she is groped and fondled from behind, she can feel a slick streak of precum leaking from the swollen head of her partner’s cock before being spread across her lower back and down over her the tight pucker of her asshole by his slow thrusts timed in rhythm with the music.  He seems content to tease, working her body with his hands and grinding from behind until her hips match his movements of their own accord. Blue, however, wants more than a tease. This public display has left her drenched, her thighs running with her own juices, and she feels the gnawing hunger to be filled grow deep and insistent. Frustrated by the status quo, she decides to shatter the erotic anonymity of the moment and spin herself around in his arms to bring her face-to-face with this would-be suitor. Perhaps she meant to look defiant, but her expression is merely one of sweat-streaked desperation. The man, handsome if somewhat nondescript, grins wolfishly down at her panting face before leaning in to her ear. His lips graze her piercings as he speaks, sending shivers down her spine and across her already-agitated nerves: “Ready to go, little slut? Follow me if you want what you came for.” Still leaning close, he reaches down to tuck his erect cock into his waistband, making no effort to conceal the thick inches pushing up past his beltline. “Or don’t. Your call.” With that he turns and walks into the crowd, not even checking to see if she would follow. Blue is left stunned by the arrogant display of confidence, her clothes disheveled and her thighs a slick canvas for her own arousal. Revved up as she is and with her curiosity piqued, she follows. The handsome stranger makes a beeline for the far wall of the club, nodding to the bouncers keeping watch over the velvet ropes keeping the VIP area cordoned off from the rest of the floor. He pauses, gesturing with a sweep of his arm that Blue should proceed onward. Past the bouncers, she finds herself faced with a selection of curtained booths. Unsure of which to choose, she finds the decision made for her as her escort approaches from behind and gives her a soft yet insistent push into the nearest one. “Here she is, boys! An eager little slut just itching to provide tonight’s entertainment.” A half-dozen men are seated on a semi-circular couch around a low table piled high with champagne bottles, cash, and designer drugs. The implication is clear, and Blue blushes fiercely as her sponsor at the table steps in close to lift up her skirt and top to put her body on full display. The assemble VIPs give a lewd cheer as he whispers in her ear once again: “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you…” Before she can form a response, she finds herself surrounded on all sides as rough hands reach out and roam across her body. Thick fingers knead her breasts, pinch at her rear, and plunge into her pussy as the diverse assembly of powerfully-built, immaculately dressed men begin to familiarize themselves with every inch of her. Her hands are taken and brought to a pair of belts, while someone grabs her chin and tips a class of bubbly up to her lips and down her throat. The attention is overwhelming, and she finds herself sliding down into that particular submissive state of mind few men are able to instill in her; she belongs to them for the night, her body will be a tool for their pleasure and theirs for her’s. She moans. “You’ve got a good one tonight! Look at this body, she could be a model easily - or a pornstar, haha.” Before she knows it, she is on her knees. A thick cock in each hand, and one pressing against her lips. Two more surround her from behind, pushing against the soft flesh of her armpit and against her neck and hair. She takes note of the spectrum before her: dark, pale, tan… circumcised, with a fat head. Uncut, precum oozing freely past the the foreskin. Smooth, veiney… a veritable buffet of throbbing meat for her to serve. She opens her mouth, preparing to lick the dick bobbing before her, but its owner takes the opportunity to plunge inside instead. His cock pushes past her lips, over her tongue, and bumps firm against the barrier of her throat. She gives a soft gag, looking up at him with wide eyes, before he takes a handful of her black-and-blue hair and forces himself in to the base, the head of his member popping down her esophagus as he begins to fuck her throat. Her eyes roll back as she surrenders herself to the assault, relaxing her body to provide smoothe passive for his cock to thrust its entire length into her face again and again. She grips those in her hands tighter, as much for stability as anything, and begins to pump them with long strokes that are rewarded with a steady stream of viscous precum draining from their tips and providing lubricant to the handjob. The man in her mouth grunts and thrusts deep, holding her nose flush against the pubic bone as his shaft pulses rope after rope of potent semen into her stomach. She struggles to breath, fighting the reflex to gag against him, holding on until the last moment when he finally withdraws himself from her mouth, a thick string of saliva and cum dangling between her chin and his cock. Blue coughs, gasping for air, as the men laugh and trade jocular high-fives. Someone offers her another glass of champagne, telling her to wash her mouth out. She does just that, gargling the fizzy alcohol with what’s left of his semen before spitting it back into the glass as they cheer. “Damn, this bitch has got a good throat on her! Who’s next?” “Fuck that, you can have it. This pussy’s mine.” Blue finds herself lifted from the floor and bent over at the waist, her head brought to the level of the couch where the next cock waits eagerly for its turn in her mouth. With her hips exposed, she finds someone pressing against her hungry cunt before thrusting inside, pushing her body forward and into the waiting lap before her. She finds herself stuffed from both ends, moaning around the shaft stretching her lips wide. “Damn girl, I’ve never felt anyone get this wet from giving head before!”, the man behind her exclaims as he takes hold of her hips and begins to thrust in earnest. His fat dick fills her completely, spreading her pussy and straining against her inner walls in such a way to make her knees weak. Not content to leave her hands unoccupied she reaches out again to take hold of two more waiting cocks, unsure and uncaring if they are the same from before. It is all a blur of wet squelching, skin slapping against skin, and muffled moans and groans punctuated by the occasional gag. It isn’t long before she feels her pleasure building to that unmistakable plateau, and her pussy contracts tight around the shaft inside her as she cums hard, her body quivering as she squirts against the heavy balls swinging behind her and their owner’s legs below. “Fuck, did you guys see that? This slut just came like a firehose! Let’s keep her going, mates.” They do exactly that, fucking her like a spitroast until the cock buried in her pussy pulls out, bursting across her back with a shotgun spray of hot seed. Some animal part of her brain feels disappointment that he didn’t finish inside, but her mouth is too occupied to protest. Another man takes his place behind her, slipping inside, and she soon finds herself with another load painting the pale canvas of her back and one across her face, making a streaked mess of her dark makeup.  The table is cleared, and she finds herself laid down on her back, smearing the spent seed between her skin and the cool glass surface. Her hips are brought the the edge, and as she cranes her neck to get a glimpse of the next guy to take her, she catches sight of the fact that a proper line has formed, stretching out of the booth and past the curtain. The man who brought her here stands aside, texting as he nods to the newcomers. Are these more of his friends? How many men have they got? A rational cry resonates through her brain to back out now with whatever dignity she can find before become free to use for the entire city… and then her head is brought back to hang over the table’s edge and a hard cock is thrust deep into her throat, distending her neck and providing an oh-so-potent pleasant soreness with it. That rational cry is gone, replaced only by the instinct to spread her knees wide and beckon the next man forth… Past noon the next day, and Blue finally awakens in her own apartment. Her body is sore, sticky, there is no strength left in her legs. How did she even make it back, she wonders? After a point, her memory of last night fades into a haze of non-stop back-to-back orgasms rocking her body as cock after cock has its way with her holes. She remembers the first time one of them finally came inside, beginning a free-for-fall to fill her with as much cum as they could until it oozed from her battered cunt in heavy dollops that slid down between her legs, spreading across her asshole and providing the lube to get them started on that hole as well until it was gaped wide and a mess of spit and semen. Her lips are bruised from countless cocks slamming their way balls-deep into her face, and she winces to feel the deep red marks around her throat from their oh-so-rough treatment. Her body is a patchwork of welts and bruises from rough fingers and open palms, and as she stumbles into the bathroom and stands before the mirror, she is certain one of the deep red marks still lingering on her face is in the shape of a particularly thick, heavy cock that made use of her mouth more than once that night. She turns on the shower, setting the knob to steaming hot, her favorite. And as she peels her crusty, sweat-stained clothes from her body, she is certain of one other thing - a deep knowledge known to her body and to her soul: she is content, for now, but she’ll be back for more. Oh yes, will she be back.

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Chapter 0 - Teacher's Pet

“No, no no! Step into the attack, pivot your feet and hips as you strike! If you recruits can’t even manage these training dummies, what makes you think you’re fit to face everything Eorzea plans to throw at you?! Strike, again!” The instructor pacing back and forth behind the line of new Immortal Flame recruits berates them in a clipped, militaristic tone. From her brilliant blue-streaked hair down to her clean and crisp officer’s uniform, one could easily mistake the slim woman as more at home behind a desk than on a battlefield. Luckily, her reputation preceded her: Gwynhwyvar was well-known for her dazzling command of the two-handed sword and well-respected as a Flame Captain of the Grand Company. Watching the recruits stumble through their first day of martial training elicits a sigh from the short soldier. “It is going to take some serious work to polish these greenhorns up to any sort of standard…”, she mutters under her breath before harshly calling out one of the trainees for gripping their practice sword improperly. “I was hoping to see some promise among them today, at least.” Still, despite their lackluster performance, there was one among the group that caught her eye… A young male recruit whose file she had approved a scant few days ago: tall, tan, and powerfully built, with an unrefined and youthful quality to his movement that gave off a sense of instinctual talent just begging to be brought forth and polished. It didn’t hurt that he was handsome as well, in a rugged farmhand sort of way. Gwyn had already indulged in some risque fantasies regarding his taut forearms and firm physique while alone in her office… perhaps today was an opportunity to explore those same thoughts in reality? She allows her stern drill instructor’s facade to drop long enough to flash a sly smile to herself at the thought. It’s her privilege as a captain to get a taste of the new recruits, right? Right. The day’s training ends with the recruits only slightly worse for wear, and she finally allows her tone to soften as she gives a few words of encouragement to everyone on the training room floor: “Okay, recruits! Good work out there today. I know it’s rough at first, but trust me - this training will help to make you among the best of the best, and worthy of the title of an Immortal Flame. Tomorrow we’ll be practicing basic defenses: blocks, parries, and dodges. Hit the mess, get some food in your bellies, and rest off today’s bruises! You’ve earned it.” As the gang of weary trainees stows their practice gear and makes for the training ground’s exit, Gwyn squares her shoulders and points toward her chosen recruit: “Except for you, rookie! You’re to stay behind with me for some one-on-one lessons. You could use the training.” The recruit stops in his tracks, a look of confusing momentarily clouding his features before he snaps off a sharp salute toward his blue-haired instructor. “Yes ma’am!”, he replies dutifully, as the rest of his fellow trainees already begin to murmur gossip to each other as they leave the room. At last, the heavy wooden doors to the training area swing shut and the two of them are alone. Captain Gwyn eyes the recruit up and down, drinking in the sight of his toned figure still slick with sweat from the day’s exertions. She paces toward him, coming to a stop just inches from his powerful chest. From this distance, the short captain has to crane her neck back just to look him in the eye. He averts his gaze, nervous and unsure of whatever punishment his superior must surely have in store. “You’ve shown a lot of promise today with the practice dummies. A bit unrefined, but… we’ll work on that. There’s something else I want you to work on too - I guess you could say… supplemental lessons? Your application caught my eye the other day, and I think there’s more than one way you could serve the Immortal Flames.” The young man gulps, acutely aware of Gwyn’s proximity and the unyielding appraisal from her brilliant blue eyes… he had never noticed her left eye was dark than the other, now that he is this close. The strange tension of the moment activates some primal part of his brain, and he can feel a twinge between his legs as his member begins to swell. He stammers, hoping to excuse himself as quickly as possible before embarrassing himself before his instructor: “Y-yes ma’am! I’d be honored to serve the Grand Company! How may I be of, uh, service? Ma’am.” Gwyn drops her stern facade for a moment, giggling at his response. “Hehe, well… I’ve singled you out to study under me directly. Being a Flame Captain is tough work, you know… someone has to learn how to take care of me. Here, let me show you…” She steps forward, pressing her chest against his as she nuzzles her chin against his collarbone. “Like this, okay?”, she whispers into his ear, her warm breath against his ear accelerating the rising erection beneath his belt. She grabs him by the wrist and guides his hand to the edge of her short officer’s skirt, allowing his calloused fingers to play at cloth’s edge. “Don’t be shy, now. Feel how wet I am. Go on…” Gwyn pushes his hand below the hem of her outfit, between the milky smooth skin of her exposed thighs, and up again to press against the damp spot between her legs. She feels a shiver of excitement work its way up her spine as he presses against her sensitive labia through the thin cloth of her panties, and a flush spreads quickly across her pale face. “C-captain Gwynhwyvar, I-” “Oh please, call me Gwyn. You can keep the ‘captain’, though. Now, keep your hand there, steady pressure… you know how to touch a woman, right?” “Yes ma’am! I mean… I’ve had some experience.” “Good… it is important to tease first, rubbing gently through the cloth and touching around the thighs. Keep that up, and take my top off while you’re at it.” Gwyn spins herself around slowly, wrapping herself in his arm so that his stays anchored beneath her skirt. He hesitates for only a moment before bringing up his other hand to work at the buckles of her top and allowing it to open down the middle to expose her firm breasts, pert and perky with rose-hued nipples. She coos softly in encouragement as his hand hovers above her chest, and he takes that as a sign to cup one of the mounds in his palm and give the yielding flesh a squeeze. “Not bad, farmer boy… now pinch the nipple - softly! - and slip your hand inside my panties. You can explore inside with the tips of your fingers; keep your palm pressed lightly against my pubic bone. Good.” He wasn’t bad at following directions, Gwyn thought to herself… certainly skilled enough to make her bite her lip to stifle a gasping moan as he played with the stiff nubs of her nipples. She can feel the throbbing heat of his erection pressed up against her backside, even through his thick training slacks. She can’t deny to herself some measure of satisfaction at the realization that it is at least as girthy as is appeared in her fantasies. He’s too shy with his hands, though… Gwynhwyvar places her hand over his again to drive his first two fingers deeper into her eager cleft, taking control of his movement to work his wrist back and forth in a sweet-spot rhythm. It feels good to be finger-fucked so brazenly in the center of the training hall, but the lack of initiative on his part prevents her from finding a good headspace to relax and enjoy the sensation. She’ll need to try a different approach… “Aaah, mmf- You’re alright, recruit, but I can see we’ll need more than a single lesson to polish your skills. On your knees. We’ll see how you fare at Oral 101.” The ever-dutiful trainee lowers himself onto his knees, bringing his head down to the level of Gwyn’s hips and letting her butt dominate his view. The captain bends over at the waist, lifting up her skirt to expose her bare thighs to him, the wet mess of her panty-clad pussy peeking out below. With a slow, deliberate motion, she peels her underwear away from her body and slides them down her slim legs to fully reveal the tight pucker of her asshole and the flushed arousal of womanhood. Standing upright again, she spins around to face him once more before grasping the front of her skirt between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and lifting it up and out of the way. He finds himself fascinated by the plump mound before him, crowned by a tight landing strip of dark pubic hair and adorned with the small hooded pearl of her erect clit. His breath echoes hot against his face from her body, and he breathes in the strong musky scent of her cunt like a tantalizing perfume. “Go on, eat up. You’ll get a gold star if you can make me cum.” Emboldened by Gwyn’s forward request and his own mountain frustration, the recruit dives in face-first, pushing his broad tongue against her folds and lapping at her arousal like a hungry animal. Kissing and sucking at her lips with wild abandon, darting away to nibble at the wet-streaked insides of her thighs, and… ignoring the vital organ of her clitoris, for the most part. She lets her head lean back as she enjoys the sensation of being eaten out, one of her favorite activities on any day, but even as she pushes her hips against his desperate rhythm she finds the realization dawning on her that they could be here all night at this rate. She’s going to have to take matters into her own hands, literally… Gwyn reaches out, twining her fingers through her subordinate’s sweaty hair, and pulls him into the crook of her hips as she grinds herself against his face, using his tongue and nose and even the strong flare of his jaw as if his head was a toy a made for her pleasure. She knows her sweet-spots well, using the recruit’s features to press all of her buttons and bring her to the edge. The poor boy is barely able to breathe as her body bucks against his features and Gwyn finally allows herself to cry out without restraint. “Awwwfffuck, yes yes yes! I’m gonna - fuh! - I’m gonna cum! Don’t move! Don’t move! Aaahhh, FUCK!!! ” She almost loses balance as her legs turn to jelly from the orgasm rolling through her body, but the stead support of the young man poised between her legs keeps her standing as her fingers twist and tug at his hair. Drops of saliva and her cum fall to the dirt floor of the training room to be trampled under her trembling feet as she rides out the last waves of pleasure wracking her body. At last, she steps away from him and sighs with deep satisfaction. “Sorry, haah, for that. I needed to give myself that extra little, ahh… push. You okay down there?” The recruit takes her offered hand, standing upright before wiping the slick mess of admixtured fluids from around his mouth. He is breathless, with an uncertain look in his eyes and an impossible-to-ignore bulge in his pants where his own pent-up desires struggle to for some form of release. Gwyn briefly considers sending him back to the barracks to take care of himself, but no, a good captain must care for those under her command. Even if he did need a little help to get her off… “Back to the wall, recruit. We’re not done yet. You’ll get your gold star after all.” Gwyn advances, backing him up against the rough stone wall before dropping to her own knees this time as she undoes the buckle of his trousers in a curt, businesslike fashion. His thick cock practically springs free, landing across her face with an audible slap. The shaft is firm and heavy, hot against her skin, with a thick dollop of precum drooling from the tip onto her forehead. Without preamble, she wraps her slender fingers around his weighty sack and the other hand around the throbbing base of his member before maneuvering him between her lips. The blue-haired blue-eyed captain wraps her mouth tight around his wide girth before sliding her face down his vein-chased shaft. The back of her throat is only a road bump to someone of her skills, and the swollen head pops deep into her throat with ease. Her tongue extends out along the soft underside of his cock, and she begins to slide him in and out of her mouth with a chorus of measured breaths and soft gurgling noises. The warm wet insides of her mouth and throat massage every inch of him, and it doesn’t take long for the recruit to begin groaning as his balls pull tight against his body. That’s her cue, as Gwyn pulls herself back to rest the tip of his dick against her outstretched tongue as her hand works the well-lubed shaft to orgasm. Unsure of what to do with his hands, he grasps fruitlessly at the hard stone of the wall as his cock twitches and spurts a thick rope of pearly semen against her lips and teeth, splashing his seed around the inside of her mouth as she stares up at him with her mismatched eyes. His cock pulses again and again, draining his sack until her mouth is practically full to the brim as semen and saliva run past her open lips and down her chin. When at last he is spent, Gwyn releases his cock to swing low between his legs as she purses her mouth into a dainty pout and makes a show of loudly swallowing his seed. She stands up, reaching to clasp one slimy hand on his muscled shoulder as she smiles through white-streaked lips before beginning to undress the rest of the way. “An impressive load for such a quick shot. Don’t worry, we’ll work on that too. You are to see me twice a week after combat training for extra lessons from this point forward, recruit. Oh, and I’ll be leaving my uniform here with you. Bring it to my room tomorrow morning, washed and pressed. Understood?” Looking down at his wet cock hanging free and his semen across his half-naked captain’s face, the young recruit gives the only reply he can think of. He salutes. “Ma’am! Yes ma’am!”

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Chapter 1 - Grima's Desperation

“Damn this infernal human body!” I, The fell dragon Grima, had been summoned to the world of Askr. I was currently under const to work with the Order of Heroes to defeat Embla, and then Muspell. The grand hall of heroes was a splendid sight for humans; and I will admit, it would be a fitting throne room for me, Grima, when I become goddess of this world. But that would have to come later. For now, this damnable human body was going through one of its baser functions: waste removal. I was nowhere near the room the others so called a “bathroom,” and my vessel had to use it. Now. I had waited too long during my plots and meditation, and that fact was weighing heavily on my ass. With every step, my ass felt heavier and fuller. I was actually having to strain to keep it in. I had just left the barracks when I couldn’t hold it. I let go, but my waste didn’t come out. Instead, a loud brassy noise erupted from my behind. It reverberated through the hallway, and startled the other heroes there. They looked at me, and had the audacity to laugh! “The scum!” I thought indignantly. “I am Grima, and they had better not trifle with me. Even if my body rebels, I am worth all the respect my title as the fell dragon deserves!” As I thought this, I became embarrassed, and my face began to blush. I hoped this would not happen again, as I didn’t want to lose any more respect. The feeling of need was stronger now, and I felt fuller in both my ass, and my vagina. I needed to piss now as well. I slowly made my way through the great hall, the biggest place in the Order’s castle. I got to the middle of it before I felt it again. “NO!” I whispered to myself in anguish and hate. “Do not do this!” But my body had no intention of answering my pleas. Another fart ripped through my asshole. However, this one felt different. The first was quick, dry, and clear sounding; this one was wet, gurgly, and long. The noise it made, though quieter, still brought attention from many heroes, who smiled and snickered as before. Worse than the noise though, was the shit that came with it. The fart had carried liquidized scat that bubbled into my panties. It oozed through, onto my cheeks and then down my ass and thighs. Then my vagina gave way a bit, and piss leaked down my legs and began to soak my pants even more. Thoroughly embarrassed, I trudged to the bathroom, farting all the way, only to find that it was closed. A notice sign on the front informed that the bathrooms were out of order and that accommodations had been made on the other side of the castle. Tears began to run down my face as I cried in desperation. My bowels couldn’t take walking that far. As I slumped to the floor, my holes began to leak as I gave up. I farted one last time, the loudest yet, then my shit leaked through, staining my clothes permanently. Logs of shit emerged from my open asshole and piled up in my panties, and I felt no end in sight. My urethra, ready to join in, let loose a full stream. The piss trailed through my underwear and mixed with the shit, making in mushy. Together, the amount of excrement was enormous. The mush slid out my panties and crept down my legs and up my back. I finally felt the my bowels empty, but I kept farting. I simply closed my eyes and waited for this nightmare to end. How could I, Grima, be reduced to this? It was sad, really, but this release felt great. My embarrassment passed after a while, but the shit stayed. “Next time I’m going to the correct area.” I thought. “But maybe I could wait until I feel this full, because I’ve never felt so much relief.”                          The End

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Chapter 0 - Like Father, Like Son

Lin sighs, her blue scaly shoulders shrugging beneath the thin straps of her crop top. Once again the boy living with her had heaped his dirty, semen-stained clothes in with hers, expecting the exasperated lizard girl to take care of his laundry for him. Zenith… the unintended offspring of a dalliance with a powerful demon. It was still difficult for Lin to think of him as her son, given as he was born into the body of a young adult, and with some rather scandalous ideas towards familial affection. She shakes her head to clear the memory of their first encounter from her mind and focuses on her chores as the wash runs its course. Sometime later, the dryer’s chime summons Lin from the kitchen. She dutifully separates her clothes out from the pile before hoisting the heap into her arms and making her way down the hall. “Hey mom? Come give me a hand with this, will you?” Lin pauses at the entrance to the living room as a voice calls out, a spark of electricity stiffening her spine in anticipation of whatever unwelcome antics her “son” has in mind this time. She turns her head to find him lounging on the sofa, his pale features hidden beneath a mess of red-streaked brown hair. His attention is focused on whatever program is on the television, and the scene would seem perfectly benign if not for the fact that his shorts were down around his thighs as one hand lazily stroked the raging hard-on between his legs. His thick purple shaft is slick with the precum oozing freely from its head, an indicator to Lin that he’d been at this particular activity for some time. Zenith’s turgid member, so masculine, so at odds with his slim boyish figure and petulant attitude… Lin is forced to bite her lip to quell the flash of temptation which washes across her scales, choosing instead to set her brow and admonish her houseguest. “Keep it in your pants if you want to have a couch to come home to, Zenith. And stop calling me that! I may put up with you but that does not mean I’ve agreed to be your mother!” The half-lizard, half-demon grips the base of his cock with both hands in response, waving the fearsome rod back and forth in protest. “But mooom!! You’re the best at it, it’s not the same doing it alone. And you’re always strutting around in those little shorts and your little shirt - you’re teasing me on purpose, aren't you! Is that any way to treat your darling son?” Lin sighs again, the motion well-practiced since Zenith showed up. She had little patience for his “innocent little boy” routine, and knew from experience that he was anything but. “Look, just… just take it to your room, okay? And use sock next time you finish, your clothes were a stinking mess. Speaking of, the wash is done. I won’t fold for you.” With that, she turns her head imperiously and walks away toward her room, avoiding any opportunity for him to retort. Safe behind her door at last, Lin offloads the pile of dry clothes onto her bed and hums a comfy tune to herself as she begins folding. The blue-scaled lizard woman is barely through her third garment when a pair of arms grabs her from behind - one around her midriff, and the other under her arm and up to her neck. She yelps in surprise as the figure steps close against her back, pushing her slender tail up between them and off to the side. The unmistakable heat and hard pulsing pressure of a fervent erection presses against her ass, dampening the thin fabric of her workout shorts with a generous gob of precum. It could only be… “Sorry mom, I forgot to knock again… did I startle you?” Zenith leans in close over her shoulder, his breath hot against her neck as the whining tones from earlier are replaced an arrogant edge. “I only came here to say that if we’re going to get along, we really need to take better care of each other.” Lin wriggles in his grasp, her voice indignant with protest. “Get off of me! I’m not gonna - guh - even if you weren’t my son, I wouldn’t fuck you!” “Gee mom, that’s harsh!” Zenith pauses for a beat before grabbing a fistful of Lin’s short brown hair, pulling it roughly away to twist her neck and face toward him. Lin winces as his voice takes on a growling undertone, “But if you weren’t interested, you wouldn’t walk around the house all day dressed like a little slut, showing off your body, teasing me… this is simply all your fault, and it's your job to make it right. Mother.” With that said, Zenith pushes Lin forward, bending her across the bed at her waist. Before she can right herself, he gathers her arms behind her back, gripping her wrists together in one powerful hand as he lowers himself to one knee beside her. With his outstretched arm keeping her in check, he brings his head to the level of her hips, resting his cheek appreciatively against the broad curve of her wide-hipped bottom before reaching up to tear her shorts down around thick circumference of her thighs. Lin screams for him to “stop this instant, young man”, but he ignores her in favor of admiring the edge of her prim little pussy poking up beneath her waistband, and the soft muscular ring of her asshole pulsing above it at the base of her tail. “You’re beautiful, mom! No wonder dad fell for you. Did he use both of these holes? How many times? I bet you loved it, you always do…” Zenith allows his words to trail off as he lazily extends his long, pointed tongue to lap at her exposed sex, tasting the sweet, sharp tang of pussy before flicking it upward and plunging it inside her asshole. Swirling several inches of his tongue around her insides, the half-demon boy makes certain that her backdoor is thoroughly lubricated with his saliva before slipping his tongue back into his mouth with a satisfied smack of his lips. Ready, he steps up to his feet again to maneuver the fat, dripping head of his cock against his mother’s tight ring. Lin begins to panic as the sensation of his oversized shaft pressing against her unwilling asshole begins to settle in: there’s no way she’s ready to take such a large member up her ass. She begs him to stop, drumming a desperate tattoo with her bare feet against the carpeted floor. “It’s a mother’s job to provide for her child, you know. This is only a part of that. Accept it, mom.” Zenith steps up, pushing his hips forward to force his prodigious girth into Lin’s clenching asshole. Amidst her cries of protest and pain, the head of his cock pops past the entrance, allowing him to slide the rest of his purple-hued dick into her warm, writhing insides. Lin squirms as his rod-hard shaft slips past the first curve, forcing her body to shift in order to accommodate his size. Zenith gives of a satisfied sigh as he allows himself to settle inside of her, slapping his mother’s ass appreciatively. “Gosh mom! You took me so easily, are you sure you didn’t want this? Or maybe you’re just used cocks like mine, huh?” Lin cranes her neck to look over her shoulder, her cheeks flush and streaked with tears beneath wild, desperate eyes. “Take it out, please! Zenith-nngah! It’s too much!” “Sorry mom! I’ll do my best to make it quick… it should only take about an hour to empty my balls, so just grin and bear it.” His words are delivered with a sweet tone, but the wolfish grin and hard glint in his eyes paint a different picture. Zenith begins to fuck her, starting slow at first draws his entire length from her guts before driving it in again, groaning with pleasure as each ridge of his demonic cock rubs against her straining hole as he sinks in to the base. He allows his thick, muscular thighs to pin his balls between them, the sticky wet heat of Lin’s cunt stimulating the palm-sized orbs in their sack. The sensation is enough: his cock stiffens as he tightens his pelvic floor, pulling his balls up close to his body. He grits his teeth, squeezing Lin’s wrists tighter still and receiving a sharp yelp in response. All sense of playfulness leaves him as the dire, vital need to get off moves to the forefront, and he throws one foot up onto the bed to better mount his mother in earnest. The half-demon plows into her abused asshole, humping away with desperate animal thrusts entirely at odds with his earlier disposition. He grits his teeth and groans, fucking Lin’s butt with abandon. Zenith releases her arms to take hold of her voluptuous hips in both hands. Lin flails and pushes against the mattress, but with Zenith’s fingers digging into the soft scales of her rump and his weight bearing down on her, the attempt at escape is futile. Lifting her shoulders up, Lin turns again to see Zenith thrusting away with a glassy-eyed look of intense focus. At last, he grunts, slamming his hips hard against hers as his cock snakes through her insides. His body shakes with the unmistakable rhythm of an orgasm as his cock and balls pulse rope after thick rope of heavy, viscous semen deep into Lin’s belly. She arches her back, her tail shooting out straight, begging for her son to pull out… her words reach through the heady fog of pleasure enveloping Zenith too late, as Lin’s instinctive contractions are already pushing out fat gobs of pearly white cum past her straining ring to drip off the twitching base of his cock, run down the swell of his tightened balls, and fall to stain the carpet below. Coming down from his rut, Zenith gives his mother’s ass a sharp slap as she writhes around on the bed a heaving, mewling mess. “Ahhh, that was great. I’ve been ready to burst since you came out of your room this morning.” Lin does her best to ignore the cloying soreness built up with her stretched asshole and compose herself, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes before responding. “Is this all you care about? Getting off, no matter what? Get your cock out of me before I kick you out onto the street for good!” Zenith laughs, his disregard for Lin’s threat palpable in the sound. “You can’t expect me to be done so soon with you teasing me like this?” He begins to move his hips again, pushing out his earlier creampie as his still-stiff erection fills her insides to their limit. “Your body doesn’t lie, mom. I can feel your asshole begging for more cum.” Her body goes rigid as he begins his second round, trying its best by instinct to accommodate his thick inches with minimal discomfort. Even so, Lin’s poor abused bottom is at its limit, and dull pain throbs behind her exhausted abs where his cock hits deepest. Afraid of enduring another round, the blue-scaled lizard relents in favor of a new tactic: “Okay, okay! I’ll take care of you! Just please, no more back there! Let me use my hands, my tongue… would you like that, Zenith?”  The half-demon boy pauses mid-thrust, putting on an exaggerated show of considering her offer. Unwilling to let him drag it out, she swallows her pride and adds: “Would you like that, son? ” She feels his already rod-hard shaft swell further within her in response, and then gradually, thankfully, Zenith pulls out of her tender asshole even as the tight entrance hugs and tugs on every ridge of his shaft. Her legs too weak to kneel and with a sense that her son's affections might become rougher still if she attempts to renege on her deal, Lin reluctantly crawls up onto the bed and turns herself around to face her son, cum dripping from her gaped hole all the while. Lowering herself down onto her stomach, she finds her face perfectly at the level of his demonic member. She’s never had the chance to examine it so closely before… it was large, of course, like that of his father, with the swollen, dripping head jutting well past her forehead as she brings her chin down to the ridged base of his slimy, cummy cock. The smell is powerful, a pungent mixture of semen, sweat, and her own tangy musk, and she wrinkles her nose in response. Normally, she’d lose herself completely to a cock like this, but given its owner and her relation to him… she fights the feeling, cursing the growing heat between her legs. Tentatively, she reaches out, taking hold of him in both hands as best she can, not even covering half his length. The tips of her fingers and thumb are unable to touch around his equine girth as his fat veins pulse hot against her palms. Lin extends her tongue, running it along the exposed underside of his shaft and up to tickle the sensitive skin beneath his glans. Zenith brings his hands down to her head in response, and she parts her lips in expectation that he’ll guide himself inside of her warm, wet mouth… but instead, he continues down to her shoulders, and with a swift, powerful motion flips her over onto her back. “Sorry mom, but if I leave this up to you we might be here all day. I’ll get things over quickly, for your sake.” With her chest jutting toward the ceiling and her head hanging over the edge of the mattress, Lin barely has time to react to the cock head dominating her inverted vision before it presses against her lips and slips inside of her mouth. She releases a muffled squeal as he slides in further, painfully distending her throat as her fingers scrabble fruitlessly at her pale white neck in an effort to find any way to relieve the overwhelming pressure. The sensation of Lin’s stifled gags vibrating down his shaft and her squirming esophagus wrapping tight around him triggers Zenith into overdrive again, all pretense of his playful, incestuous games cast aside as he gives himself over entirely to raping his young mother’s throat over the edge of the bed. He leans forward, spearing her face on his rock-hard erection and smothering her petite little nose with his sloppy balls as he tears at her top, pulling the tight fabric up over her chest to fully expose the perfect swell of her pink-capped breasts. The fatty flesh practically spills through his fingers as he grabs them in rough fistfuls, squeezing and tugging on them as he thrusts in Lin’s throat again and again, delighting in her complete lack of power to resist him as he uses her as his own personal fucktoy.  “Ahh, your slutty throat is the best! This is how you like it, right? If you could speak, I bet you’d be begging me to fill your stomach with my cum right now. Don’t worry mom, I’m almost there!” Even if she could respond, Lin’s world has been reduced to a singular point of pain and pressure within her throat as her son’s cock assaults her again and again, the weighty testicles slapping against her face with enough force to leave a bruise across her nose. Soft edges of black creep into her limited vision as she struggles to breathe, and her lungs begin to scream for relief, for a full breath of air, for an end to this complete and total domination of her body.  Heedless, Zenith simply increases his pace, driving himself closer and closer to his next edge with the help of his living toy, until at last the pleasure breaks and throws his head back in exquisite euphoria as he pulses within his mother’s tight mouth. He pumps a heavy load into her, his thick seed shooting down her throat into the pit of her stomach at the height of his stroke, and then filling her cheeks to bursting as he pulls back until it spurts past the seal of her stretched lips stream down her stunned, half-conscious face. Zenith gives a satisfied flick of his tail and pushes his disheveled hair from his eyes as the last contractions of his orgasm fade away before withdrawing his cock from Lin’s mouth, resting his balls across her chin and laying the semi-hard shaft across her body and down between her abused and bruised breasts. He admires the sight of his mother’s chest bouncing and jiggled obscenely as she coughs out gobs of chewy, choking cum in an effort to find her breath. Pushing the supple mounds together, he gives her tits a few thrusts to bring him back up to a full throbbing mast before pulling back to place his eager head against her battered lips once again.  “Ready for round three?” Hours later, the door to Lin’s bedroom lies ajar, and a trail of damp stains leads out into the hall. Following the trails, the apartment’s furnishings are disheveled, knocked over or aside, the drywall dented or covered in sweat were bodies have been pressed roughly against it. The mess leads into the living room, where Zenith is seated happily on Lin’s couch, with Lin herself seated squarely in his lap supported by the fierce cock buried deep in her ass once again.  Her eyes are glassed over in a daze, cum dripping from her lolling mouth, down her painted chest, and leaking from both her lower holes. Zenith takes his hands from her hips, taking a break from lazily bouncing her up and down on his shaft to lean over her shoulder, grab the nearby remote from a soiled cushion, and change the channel on the television before resuming his work...

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Chapter 0 - Try This On For Size

Remy sighs, puffing out his slim chest and forcing a stream of air through half-pouting lips across the foamy head of the evening’s second beer. Tiny rivulets of condensation merge on their way down the outside of the glass to soak the cardboard coaster below as the young male goat scans his gaze across the bar one more time only to roll his eyes back to his drink.  With no plans for the night he had decided to hit the town and find someone to bring home for the night, or at least to the back seat of a car… or hell, a bathroom stall would do in a pinch. He had picked out a loose button-down shirt and his lucky pair of tight jeans, slipping the garment in question over his hooves and around the tight curve of his hips. He stopped to smile in the mirror, then, confidence brimming at the very long and very visible outline of his semi-erect member running down the inside of one leg. It was a look that never failed to catch a casual hookup (and sometimes their friends, too!), as long as he gave even half a thought into putting the rest of himself together. Tonight, however, it seems that Remy’s luck has finally run out. That isn’t to say his prodigious bulge wasn’t attracting any attention, he mused. Just that none of the women biting their lips as they run their eyes up and down his inseam aren’t exactly… up to his standards, if he was to be diplomatic. And so, he drank alone, downing one beer and ordering a second before giving the room a second chance, hopeful that some pretty young thing may have sat down in the meantime - no luck, it would seem. He curses under his breath and pulls out his phone, hoping that at least one of the few dating apps he had installed might prove fruitful. “Aww, giving up on the real world so soon, babe?” Remy jumps with a start in his bar stool, his hands darting out reflexively to still the pint of beer his sudden movement sent teetering. The feminine voice had come from just over his shoulder, inches away from his ear, accompanied by a wash of hot breath and just a hint of a throaty growl, enough to make the fur on his neck bristle under his collar. He stammers, flustered, spinning his stool to apologize for overreacting… only to have his rotation halted by a hand on his thigh. A voluptuous, full chest bound in a tight cocktail dress greets him at eye level, holding his attention even as he tilts his head up to face the stranger, waiting until the last moment to tear his gaze away from the woman’s full figure and lock eyes with her. She’s beautiful, done up in dark lipstick and deep eye shadow like she had just stepped in from a cabaret. A pair of large, fluffy ears jut forth from the center of her prim, shoulder-length waves. A rabbit, Remy realizes, curvy in all the right places, a charming smile that looks less than innocent playing across her lips. He draws in a fresh breath to give speaking another chance, his brain already firing furiously to find a smooth pivot from embarrassment apology to sleazy one-liner, only to be greeted by the feel of the woman’s slender painted fingers pressing against his body - up against his lips, accompanied with a soft shush, and below, flitting their way along his thigh to trace against the edge of his imprisoned member before giving the rapidly-swelling shaft a soft squeeze through the fabric of his jeans. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk on the way to my place, stud. I’ll swing the car around.” Remy feels his cheeks flush hot, an indignant frustration welling up within him. Sure, she’s hot and all, but who is she to tell him what to do? He’s not exactly a fan of being played with like this, and… oh, she’s already turned and left. He contemplates staying put, not falling for her offer, not having a chance at watching those dark red lips bob up and down on his shaft… ah, who is he kidding! Remy slams some bills on the bar and jumps up, adjusting his pants to make his half-chub as indistinct as possible as he shuffles off after his mystery suitor. The drive is uneventful, at first. Names are exchanged (“Mira”, she said), some brief words about the bar are had (she visits often enough), and the weather is addressed (getting colder, huh?). Remy’s hooked up with worse conversationalists, sure, but he was expecting something a little more exciting after the way Mira made her introduction back at the bar. Still, if she just wants to bounce on his lap all night long, he isn’t going to complain. The anticipation of burying his cock between those wide hips is enough to bring his member to full mast, throbbing with discomfort against their denim prison. “Take it out.”, Mira says, breaking the silence with a glance toward the passenger seat. It takes Remy but a moment to process her request. “Oh! Haha, uh, of course.”, he replies, reaching for his zipper as he adjusts himself in the chair enough to fish his fat shaft out and let it stand at full attention in his lap. He settles back against the headrest, letting his third arm pulse steadily next to her. He always loves this part, when they first get a look - the shocked expressions, the desire to touch it, test it, compare it to every guy they’ve ever been with and find him unmatched. What’s her plan? A handjob while she drives? Pulling over for road head? Either way, he likes where this is going… “Hmm… not bad.”, she replies, glancing away from the road for only a moment. “We’re going to have some fun tonight.” Not bad. Not bad, she said. Not bad?? Remy bristles at the remark, doing his best not to visibly sulk. He wants to say something, to argue, ask for an itemized list of all her conquests, anything to soothe his wounded pride, but chooses to swallow the impulse. On your way to a girl’s house is not the time to start a fight. He’s already come this far, might as well fuck her brains out and make her eat those words. The mental image keeps him hard as they begin to slow, pulling up in front of a surprisingly large home just outside of the city. She leads him inside, his cock stuffed into his waistband for the short journey. The inside is decorated in a modern style, with a semi-open concept. She takes off her shoes and steps into a living room, tossing her purse down onto a sectional couch. “Why don’t you take your clothes off and wait here, Remy . I’ll go and find a nicer outfit, something real sexy. I can hardly wait…” Mira lets her words trail off as she heads deeper into the home, disappearing around a corner as Remy strips down without hesitation, eager to find out what she’s going to wear. Now things are going more his speed. A few minutes pass, with Remy giving his eager shaft a series of slow strokes to keep it at attention, before he hears Mira call out from around the corner, “Are you ready for me, babe?”, her voice playful and dripping with promise. Remy hops up to the balls of his feet, hyping himself up to finally dick down this long-legged temptress. “Ready when you are! Hope you don’t have anywhere to be in the morning, you won’t be walking anywhere when I’m done with you.”, he fires back, only to receive a humored giggle in return. A curvaceous leg steps out, the rest of her body not far behind - she’s dressed in long stockings, hooked up to a garter belt which is exquisitely matched with a dark set of lacy lingerie. It would be a sight of pure eroticism for the eager goat, if he wasn’t distracted by the absolutely massive cock swinging low between her legs, the fat tip of it daring almost to touch her knees, it’s entire semi-erect length traced in veins a pinky’s width in diameter, pushed away from her body by two testicles the size of small game balls to droop down in a gentle arc. “What the fuck?!”, he cries out in surprised indignation, shortly before a set of clothes collides with his face. He catches them by instinct more than anything, dragging his confused gaze away from Mira’s aggressive member to what appears to be a feminine collared blouse, blue pleated skirt, long white stockings, and… white panties? A classic sexy schoolgirl outfit, for him? He looks back at Mira, brows arched upwards, his cock quickly deflating even as hers swells to fill the space between them. “Th-these are for me?” He scoffs without confidence. “You can’t seriously expect…” Mira strides forward, closing the distance until their bodies are touching, her iron-firm cock pressed burning hot between them, the weight of her testicles pushing his own manhood down toward the floor. She stares intently at him, a hungry fire in her eyes to match the heat of her body. She whispers, each syllable measured and deliberate. “I think you misunderstand the situation here, Remy. You have no power here, with a useless fucking cock like yours. I can show you what your body is made for, make you scream in ecstasy until you pass out, still cumming. Or you can leave, and never know who you really are. But if you want to stay, you have to look the part. Put on the clothes, Remy.” She steps away, and a thick string of viscous precum hangs in the air between his body and her cock. He contemplates her words, terrified at the implication, angry at the perceived deception, indignant in his wounded pride, and, in some small way, curious. Remy gulps, bending over and lifting his foot to slip on the first thigh-high stocking. Mira smiles, her member rising to full mast as she flexes in excitement. She takes a moment to admire the furiously blushing goat from head to hoof, appreciating the way his own package spills out of the small pair of panties to tent his new skirt. After a few moments’ examination, she clicks her tongue disapprovingly and begins to circle the increasingly frustrated boy. “Your cock is a useless thing, I’m afraid. Not bad for laying a basic bitch too drunk to work her own clit, I suppose, but good for little else.”  Remy’s fur bristles at the insults, his cheeks hot with shame and growing rage. He opens his mouth to protest, to call the whole thing off, but instead only utters a surprised gasp and Mira moves in close behind him, her hand slipping into his panties in a smooth motion that leaves her two middle fingers pressed firm against his unprepared asshole. He tenses, instinctively, clenching tight, but he only provides a firmer surface for her to prod and caress. His eyes squeeze shut as he does his best to ignore the pleasant, tickling sensation building between his cheeks, surprised to find the feeling working its way down his nerves like a faint sparkler, terminating with a buzz beneath the head of his cock. He feels Mira’s other hand press with gentle insistence between his shoulders, urging him to bend over the nearby couch for her as she coos under her breath, “Good girl…” Her whispered words cut through his haze like the snap of a hypnotist’s fingers, and he begins to squirm beneath her guiding hands. “Screw you, lady! I’m not letting you or anyone up there, no way no how! You should be begging for this cock, you whore. Maybe if you choke on it nice I might feel generous enough to let you sit on it later. How’s that sou-wha?” Mira interrupts Remy’s indignant tirade by stepping to his side, her fat cock bouncing inches from his face as she turns her hips inward. Composed, she reaches behind her back and produces a ball gag made of pink rubber and woven straps. She dangles the accessory down near her dick between two fingers. “Tsk tsk, it’s not good for little sluts to mouth off like that.. Which of these am I going to have to shut you up with?” Remy glances between his options, then at the door behind her. After a moment’s deliberation, he mutters, “...I’m not going to suck your cock.” Mira beams with delight, removing her other hand from under his skirt to secure the gag quickly and with care. “That’s better! Now then, let me show you what you’ve been missing all these years… Bend over, bitch.” Cowed by her tone and following some primal instinct ignited at the sight of a much larger organ than his own, Remy complies, his body stiff but ultimately yielding in Mira’s hands as the bunny girl directs him with her hands, bringing his hips high, his feet apart, his back arched, and his head down. His face buried against the couch cushion, he stares into darkness as his attention becomes hyper-focused on every touch, every sensation of the woman behind him working her hands up and down his thighs, around his waist, hiking up his skirt and pulling his panties down around his knees to catch the precum blossoming unbidden at the tip of his half-limp girlcock.  He bites down on the ball, breathing quick and shallow as one wet finger probes his puckered hole, slipping in to the first knuckle with a strange sensation. A wrongness, in his mind, and awareness that some part of his body was being misused, and… a faith echo of pleasure, almost, something not there yet within reach, urging him to touch himself and summon it forth. His hands move, curious, down between his legs, only to be arrested by the vigilant Mira and secured behind his back by her firm grasp. “Uh-uh, little girl. You won’t be needing that anymore, you’ll see. Now relax… we’ll try something bigger next.” Fear, he feels, fear of the unknown, of potential pain, but Mira proves herself an experienced hand as she coaches him through his penetration by a well-lubed toy. It’s exact shape is difficult to tell as it stretches his entrance with some discomfort before sliding inside, massaging his insides, pressing insistently against the firm little ball of his prostate. A frustrating stream of thick precum oozes almost nonstop from him now, and the small corner of his brain screaming for release grows louder and louder as she begins to work the toy back and forth with an obscene sloppy wet sound. Is that coming from him, he wonders? From having his sore virgin ass fucked with a dildo by a beautiful bunny girl who’s by far his alpha?  Before he can contemplate his new reality further, Mira withdraws the toy with a wet pop and throws it to the floor beside him. He can feel his gaped asshole contracting of its own accord, chasing what little pleasure is left in the toy’s absence. Glancing down past the drool-soaked back of the couch, his eyes go wide once more in marvel at the true size of the lube-streaked toy laying below - eight inches or so, just shy of a beer bottle’s width. Was that this really inside him just now? And what is this feeling deep inside the pit of his stomach, begging for more, for something to take its place? His knees start to shake, from standing, from fear of what he is becoming, and from the assault on his ass which has come dangerously close to answering the very questions it raised in him… “What a good little butt slut you’ve been, babe. Why, I’d even say you’re a natural! Don’t give me that look, it’s a compliment! Aww, but I can see your poor little knees shaking. Do you want to lie down? You can - and should - relax… I’ll do all the work. My room is right through here.” Mira walks back to the hall, gesturing around the corner. Remy stumbles weakly upright and considers her offer through a dim haze of identity conflict and abject arousal. The fury of her monstrous member pulsing fierce between her legs is almost overwhelming, and he knows it promises to claim him should he follow her down that hall… The eight inches he took just now look like a mere toothpick in comparison to her spear. It’s not too late, he wants to tell himself. She’s not making you stay. “What’s taking so long? Don’t you want your reward for being a good little girl?” She runs a fingertip down the length of her shaft, extending her arm fully to reach the tip. Remy shuffles over, and follows her to the bedroom. The young goat barely has time to take stock of the room before he finds himself pushed onto the bed and handled not unlike a doll as Mira runs her hands across his shoulder and hips, flipping him onto his back and pulling his legs up high until his stocking-clad ankles rest square over her shoulders. He has never felt more vulnerable in his life, legs up, cock and asshole exposed, unable to look away at the veiny shaft rising high between his open thighs. Is this what every girl he’s ever fucked has felt like before he makes his way inside? This feeling of being completely exposed, simultaneously giddy and guarded at the thought of being taken, of having nowhere to be except here , in the moment, as they are fucked? He feels panic rising again and forces a groan around the pink ball plugging his lips. Mira looks down, chuckles, and slips his panties off to hang from one ankle. “Hush now. Be a good girl and take it, like so many before you. This is what you’re made for. Just a tight little asshole hiding behind a useless little cock, waiting for someone to put you in your place. Let me show you…” Her tongue hangs out, letting saliva drip down in a thin string to coat the upright head of her swollen shaft before she wraps her delicate fingers as far around the base as they’ll manage and lowers her weapon to rest against Remy’s rear entrance. “Don’t fight it, hun. Just relax, take deep breaths, and don’t push. I’m coming in.” Remy slams his face sideways, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels the powerful pressure of her spit-slick member pushing against his virgin hole. His eyes shoot open wide, then, and more groans spill unbidden past his gag, rising in pitch as she pops the flared head of her cock past his pulsing ring with a sigh. He looks up, stress-induced tears perched on his cheeks, and howls with dismay to see how just many fat inches of throbbing hard cock are left to go. She pushes deeper inside, slow and deliberate, his guts forming around her as she plunges herself past the firm nub of his prostate and around the first turn with surprisingly little discomfort. It’s clear to Remy that she knows what she’s doing… or maybe she’s been right this whole time, and his body was always waiting to be on the receiving end. He tries to bury the thought, but it continues to rise to the surface. “Mmm, a perfect fit.”, Mira coos, a flush rising to her own cheeks as Remy’s body hugs every inch of her hitherto-neglected shaft. “I hope you’re ready, darling. Once I get started, I won’t stop until I’m done.” Remy flashes her a wide-eyed, desperate expression, his hips squirming around the base of her cock. “You wanna see this through, huh? Aren’t you just precious.” With that said, the bunny girl between his legs draws her hips back and presses forward on Remy’s legs, folding his hips up toward the ceiling as she bears down over him, their bodies pressing close, and allowing her a full range of movement.  She begins to bounce, rutting him utterly on the bed, bouncing off of his ass with her thighs before slamming her length back into his gaping hole, her heavy balls slapping loud against his cheeks with each thrust. There’s nowhere for Remy to go, nowhere to turn, but to face her distant stare as she grunts in his face, growling every time her cock bottoms out and she flexes to full attention inside of him, savoring the sensation of every twist and fold of his guts rippling around her. Remy breathes heavily, heaving his stomach, caught completely by surprise at just how much effort it takes to stay sane when your ass is fucked with wild abandon. His own cock bounces around pathetically, struggling to reach even half mast even as the flare of Mira’s swollen head and every raised vein along her length massages his prostate with every thrust, sending a stream of precum leaking forth to make a sticky mess of the pleated skirt still hanging on to his waist. Remy can feel a pleasure mounting within him, something wholly different from anything he’d ever given himself or felt at the hands or buried inside any of his numerous conquests. No, this pressure was almost frightening in its intense promise, a pressure building up in his perineum, not approaching a crest, or a cliff, no, but building to a breaking point, a high-pressure system begging for release but unable to find escape… until it hits it limit, and the floodgates fail.  He cries out, spittle flying past his gag, writing beneath Mira’s body as he cums, hard , harder than he’s felt before. Cum leaks free from his unused, half-erect cock, not spurting in ropes but simply flowing forth unbidden, his balls draining as his ass clenches tight, holding Mira’s shaft close against his pulsing prostate. The constriction is enough to push her over her own edge, and she shudders as her balls pull tight against her body in a series of contractions that send rope after rope of sticky-thick seed shooting deep into Remy’s well-fucked guts. Her cock spent, Mira pulls out, drawing her slimy length from his gaping, creamy hole before rolling over to lay at Remy’s side. Gently, she reaches across and undoes his gag from behind, tossing the bite-marked ball of rubber aside. He pants, labored and high, his chest rising and falling in short rapid strokes as a veritable puddle of pearly-white cum pools at the small of his stomach, running down his body to meet Mira’s load, still being pushed from his hole in thick marshmallowy globs, to stain the sweat-dampened sheets beneath him. “Ahh, I… what did you…”, Remy gasps, failing to find any words worth saying. Mira manages a laugh before mustering the strength to push herself up off the bed. She makes her way to a small attached bathroom, her long soft cock swinging low between her legs and her prim and puffy tailed bouncing intently as she calls over her shoulder. “I told you I’d show you something new. Once you cum from your ass like that, cranking it out the boring way will never feel the same. You’ll always know you’re missing something.” Remy hears a shower start through the open doorway, his head turning slightly to face Mira as she steps back into view and leans against the frame, fully undressed..  “Now let’s get you out of those filthy clothes and into the shower, you little slut. The night’s still young, and there’s a few outfits I still want you to try.” Remy wonders if it’s all worth it, giving up on his pride, his manhood, to spend a little more time with this woman. His gaped hole aches, stretched far beyond its limit, pulsing hot, a feeling to make him want to reach for the nearest ice pack and spend the day curled up in bed… but deeper, inside the core of him, is something else entirely new - an emptiness, the absence of her, an itch in his guts already begging to be scratched not minutes after the previous attack has abated. Unsure of all else, he is sure of one simple fact: If he leaves her now, that feeling will never be satisfied. He gets up, his legs weak and shaking, his hands moving by instinct to cover his shame as a cum-stained schoolgirl.  “Yes, ma’am.”

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Chapter 0 - The Price of Righteousness

The assignment should be simple enough, Lin thought to herself as she pulled up her long, form-fitting stockings and adjusted their fit around the soft circumference of her curvaceous thighs. She strode confidently through the main gate of the medium-sized town that housed her destination, leaving a mail-clad guard passed out in a blissful haze with his spent, cummy cock leaking in the grass at the edge of the main road - the aftermath of her “payment” of the gate toll. The young Paladin of Eros was used to paying her way through life with her body, a bargaining tactic which worked nearly without fail. The small sack of coins jangling faintly at her belt was only there for when diplomacy failed - and for paying for a room at the inn, of course. Lin had learned the hard way that trading sex for lodging was a poor way to get a good night’s rest. “Hmm... let’s see, let’s see…”, she muttered to herself, inured to the hungry gazes and wandering hands of the townsfolk as she puttered about main square. Such attention was a constant companion to her, dressed as she often was in the outfit of her Order: gauntlets and greaves of gilded silver, and… not much else. Beyond her hiked stockings there was little else in the way of clothing: two triangles of fabric linked by barest string straining across her ample chest, unable even to cover the entirety of her puffy areolas, and a small seal bearing the holy symbol of her church placed between her legs to cover her most intimate hole with an unseen adhesion. With her glimmering scales of white and blue on full display, she presented a sight indecent enough to make the corner whores blush in their trimmed skirts and balcony corsets. The assignment she had picked up in a neighboring settlement was brief, but clear: a Paladin was needed to cleanse and bless an abandoned manor house in town. There were little details beyond that, save for direction to inquire with the local guild hall. Lin resolved to do just that… as soon as she knew where the place was. “Excuse me.'', she inquired politely, stopping before a lanky, scruffy-haired Elf who was poised beside a market stall displaying an eclectic selection of odds and ends. “Might you know the way to the Adventurer’s Guild? I’m new in town, you see, and already lost a fair bit of time at the gate.” The Elf made no attempt to hide his leering as her stepped around the stall, running his eyes up and down her body as he stepped in close and slid an arm along her side as he pulled her close against him. His hand moved around her back, slender fingers tracing along the hump of her meaty tail before wandering down to grasp brazenly at her exposed rump. “Eheh, no problem at all, little missy”, he chuckled, raising his other arm to point down the western road as he continued to grope shamelessly at her soft flesh. “You’ll find the guild down thataways, take the next right and another left, y’can’t miss it.” Lin bowed her head in solemn appreciation, offering no protest to his grab-assing or the sharp slap he left on her cheek as she extracted herself from his embrace and continued on down the road. If anything, the sharp, whistling catcall he threw after her was a reinforcement that she represented her church well. She smiled, relieved at the speedy interaction and taking comfort in the sharp sting still radiating across her backside. Luckily the merchant’s directions proved true, and Lin soon found herself standing before a three-story building done up shingled stone, bearing the emblem of the Adventurer’s Guild on a worn wooden sign swinging lazily over the door. Even an illiterate Barbarian could recognize this symbol in any civilized settlement of the realm and find a small beer and a bed of straw for the night. With a quick inhale, she strode through small bustle of adventurers of myriad races and creeds entering and exiting the building, making her way to the secretary’s desk once inside, thankful that these guild halls all tended to follow a common layout. She gave the small brass bell on the counter a ring, and in seconds a short, stocky Kobold with wide hips and a generous chest had popped up on a stool across the counter from her.  “Yes, how may I help you?”, the diminutive clerk offered, her voice high and scratchy. She seemed to pay the Paladin’s peculiar appearance no mind. Producing the parchment containing the job posting from her pouch, Lin slid the information across the well-worn counter top. “I’m looking for the manor mentioned in this notice. I assume you can help me?”, she stated, a pleasant smiling masking her businesslike inquiry. The Kobold squinted her eyes, her chest resting on the wood as she struggled to lean over and examine the offered information. “Hmm, yes… a curious quest, that! I recall that the poster wished to remain anonymous, although we can of course fulfill payment on their behalf once the job is complete. If my memory is correct, I think you’ll want to head to the uptown district! There aren’t many manors of that size in town, you should find it in a jiffy. Although…”, she trailed off, plopping back onto her stool. “Hmm?”, Lin followed with a flick of her tail, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “Oh, nothing! The guards hired to keep the common folk from mingling with the uptown nobles can be a bit troublesome is all, even if you have guild business there. I’d expect to make a bribe if you don’t want a hassle.” The Paladin grinned, straightening her back and turning on one heel to depart. “Thank you for your help, ma’am. I think I can handle the guards just fine…”, she added over her shoulder before heading through the throng of leering bystanders and out onto the street once again. Noon had come and gone, Lin noticed by the changed cast of the buildings’ shadows. She’d like to be in and out before nightfall if possible… exorcisms tended to get unpredictable when the sun went down and the very spirits she sought to evict were wide awake. They tended more often than not to be unhappy about the situation, in her experience. Uptown, a gated district… , she pondered… most likely up the hill and toward those inner gates! She set off at once, navigating unfamiliar streets and alleys as she kept her eyes fixated on myriad manor homes perched high above the town to one side. Her legs began to complain from the addition of an upward trek onto her journey, but it was a familiar discomfort, and one she wasn’t keen on listening to. It was only when a carriage pulled in front of her on the street to block her path did she stop, hear breathing heavy yet measured as she measured up the obstruction. The carriage was lacquered black, trimmed in red velvet and cloth-of-gold. Two magnificent horses , silky smooth and black of hair waited with perfect discipline beneath the shadow of the driver’s crop. The door popped loose on its hinges, then creaked slowly open to reveal a cartoonish visage waiting on the other side: a male face, lined with age and caked over with white makeup. Elaborately coiffed curls of golden blonde cascaded around it, although a glimpse of wispy grey at the hairline revealed them to be little more than a poorly-fitted wig. A hat of crushed velvet was perched on top, and white ruffled lace bloomed up from the neck a brocade vest to cradle the man’s chin. “Oh my, hello my dear! When I saw such a beauty as yourself walking by, why I just had to instruct my driver to stop for you. What brings you to our fair town, mmm? ” His voice was lilting and gratingly high, the end of each thought twisting upward as it left his perfumed mouth. Is it that obvious I’m an outsider?, Lin wondered. There was no church to Eros in town, perhaps members of her faith were not common after all. A pity, and one she’d inform the head priest of back home. For now, the matter of what the gentleman wanted was at hand.  “You flatter me, sir! I am merely on a mission to rid this town of some troublesome spirits. Might you take me for a ride to the district uptown?`` she smiled sweetly, clasping her hands before her hips to push her chest together and outward with the sides of her arms. A move with a flawless record when it came to dealing with the rougher sex, she found. Honestly, it worked pretty well on the ladies and anything in-between as well.  The posh noble recoiled in mock horror, his face theatrically aghast. “A lovely thing as yourself, on a dangerous quest? I’ll not hear of it! Come now, join me and my manor instead and you’ll be well taken care of. I could always use a maid as exquisite as you.” Ugh , the thought flashed quickly behind her brows. She didn’t have the time to waste on such a proposition, and the idea of hiding herself away in service to a single man was anathema to her religion’s edicts. “You’ll have to pardon me, sir,'' she offered with thinly-veiled disdain, “but if you’d considered being less of a greedy lout, you may even have had a chance at me. As it stands, I’ll not trade a righteous job for boorish, selfish one. Good day.” Lin darted around the stationary carriage, continuing on to her goal with nary a thought spent on the flabbergasted nobleman or the litany of slurs her hurled down the street after her. Another arrow dodged thanks to the strictures of her faith. The young Paladin’s ascent continued a dozen minutes more before she found herself standing in the shadow of a great wall of cream-colored stone, still radiating the midday heat down the shaded street at the district’s edge. A great gate straddled the road flanked by a pair of guards, one a slender fox, the other a burly human. Both male , she mused with a sly smile, already planning her ingress. Lin approached the pair as they finished vetting a courier bearing a noble’s seal, but not before a modest bribe exchanged hands. “Halt!”, the human declared, raising his halberd to block the path. “Down, Wilson, down. I’ll handle this one”, his vulpine compatriot called, beckoning Lin over. The human grumbled someone about how he always got the good ones before returning to his post.  “Now what have we here? A priestess with business in the district?” His tone was sly, at odds with his lightly-scarred fur and the decorative quality of his uniform. Nothing about his person seemed to match. An ex-soldier, perhaps? Lin thought. Or maybe a mercenary… they respond well enough to coin, at least. She reached for her job notice, grabbing her pouch of coins while she was at it. “Paladin, actually. Not priestess. I’m here in response to this flier, I believe it’s all been squared away with the Guild? If there’s a toll, I can-” The guard placed his hand over hers, and kept it there. “Yes yes, I’m sure whatever you’re up to is perfectly legitimate. But on the matter of tolls…” His hand crossed over to her hip, tracing a path up the smooth scales of her stomach before stopping to envelope one of her breasts and give it an appraising squeeze. His companion chuckled from across the way. “I’m afraid coin won’t cut it. We’ve just hit our quota for the day, see? But if you’d like to step into my ‘office’, I’m sure we could work something out.”  Lin merely smiled, happy for the chance to save some coin and relieve the day’s tensions. “Lead the way.” The vulpine guardsman moved his grip back to her hand, guiding the young Paladin away from the gate in the direction of a small alley off the main street. Certainly no office, unless his office was a haphazard assembly of wooden crates and barrels stacked against one side of an old stone townhouse. A rough tug pulls her in front of him, and a firm hand on her shoulders brings her to her knees with little resistance. Her fingers rise to his belt of their own accord, tracing familiar steps as she pulls his belt loose and lowers his breeches around wiry-furred thighs. His cock springs forth, throbbing and vibrant red, a drop of thick glassy precum already perched upon the pointed head. The length is good, she muses, running the tips of her fingers down the underside of the shaft before wrapping them around the bulbous base, struggling to close her thumb and forefinger around the entire girth.  “Good, good. I like a slut who knows what she’s doing, `` he talks down to her, a subtle growl crawling up the back of his throat. “In that case, this shouldn’t be any trouble for you at all!” He punctuates her last point by twining his fingers in her fluffy brown hair and twisting for a firm grip before guiding the head of his member to her lips and forcing his way into her mouth and past the back of her tongue. The assaulting erection pops past her throat barrier with little effort as her eyes shoot wide, and he continues to push her down until her cheeks are stretched around the round bulb at the base of his canine cock and her chin is nestled between the heavy testicles hanging low in their furry sack.  “Grr, fuck! Hold it bitch, hold it!”he exclaims, keeping Lin’s head down on him, her throat wrapped tight around him as she sputters and gags, hands clenching and unclenching as her body struggles against the sudden obstruction lodged in her esophagus. The fox groans in primal pleasure, slapping the back of her head a few times for good measure, indulging in the vibration of her body around his straining member. At last, he allows her respite, extracting himself from her mouth and leaving a trail of spit and mucus hanging in the air between them as she coughs to catch her breath, wiping the tears of effort already beading at the corners of her eyes.  “Not bad, girly. You’re even better than I thought! Now lift that ass up, show it to me. I’m all lubed up for you…” He watches with abject appreciation as Lin lifts herself off of her knees without missing a beat and bends at the hips over a nearby crate, raising her tail in the air with a gentle swish to afford him full access to her uncovered nethers - well, almost uncovered. The fox raises an inquisitive eyebrow at the curious combination of her exposed asshole and the minuscule seal protecting her pussy. Reaching out to remove the holy sigil, he yowls and jumps back as a small spark jumps from it to bite at his fingers. “What the fuck?! Some kind of damn chastity magic?” Lin giggles, her spit-streaked face huddled in her arms. “Something like that, sir.”, she calls, muffled under her own body. “However…”, she raises her hips higher, manipulating the tip of her tail to brush lightly across the soft pucker of her asshole, “...I still intend to pay your toll. Just don’t take too long, hun, I’m sorta in a rush. Church business.” The irked guard steps forward behind her legs, placing the pointed tip of his slopping cock against her backdoor. “I’ll take as long as I damn well please, thank you very much. You don’t really have a choice, do you?” The girl’s playfulness and self-righteous attitude was beginning to get on his nerves, no matter how attractive she was or pent-up a day at the post had made him. The zap from her enchantment was the final straw; he was going to enjoy himself, dammit. His fingers dig into her soft, squishy ass as he steps forward, spreading her tight ring with his member as it slips inside, easily at first and then with some resistance as the wide flare at the base of his cock bumps up against the muscular hole. He pushes further, taking pleasure in the warm heat of her guts wrapping around him and the soft, strained moans spilling unbidden through the Paladin’s gritted teeth until his entire length rests inside of her bottom, throbbing furiously as it’s excited nerves scream the urge to thrust again and again with wild abandon. Not one to resist his carnal nature, the fox resolves to do just that. His cock withdraws from her stretched hole with a pop before plunging in, again and again. A series of sharp smacks descend upon Lin’s perky bum as he ruts her like a dog in the alley, turning her blue-and-white cheeks toward a gentle pink blush. With such a wildly thick canine relentlessly fucking her straining asshole, it is all Lin can do to hold on and take it, her entire experience focused on the burning heat sending waves of pleasure crashing across her body, her brain flush with dopamine and adrenaline at being taken in such an animal fashion. Her tail, spiked straight up from the intensity of the anal pounding she was receiving, mirrors her own resolve as it begins to flag before draping limply over the brutal fox’s shoulder as her arms give out from under her and she lays her body fully down across the weatherworn crate. With an annoyed growl he takes hold of the scaly appendage and uses it as further leverage to drive his thrusts as deep as possible into her subservient, sucking hole. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth as he hits her deep inside her tummy, drool staining the wood beneath her as the mounting sensation in her ass builds and then breaks into a series of rolling orgasms that cause her to moan wordless gibberish as her body shakes and shivers.  The contractions of her asshole wrapping tight around the fox’s cock as she cums is enough to push him towards his own edge, and he presses his weight over hers as he leans in to nibble at her flushed ear, their steaming breath mingling above the pool of spilled spit as he grunts with a final, vital thrust balls-deep into her guts, spurting a thick torrent of canine seed inside of her as the base of his cock swells up into a turgid knot, plugging her battered hole and sealing his hot semen within as he continues to throb the contents of his hefty balls into her intestines.  “Wh-what are you-?! Ahh, fuck fuck fuck, wait! Pull out, you-nnngah!!” Lin squirms beneath him, shocked into action by the painful swelling against inside of her, and the sudden realization that with knotted inside of her there’s no way she’ll reach her destination in time. “You fucking asshole! Pull out at once!”, she demands, her voice hoarse from the reaming she just received. The vulpine guard grunts a half-hearted assent and pushes himself upright, giving a few tugs of his waist - to no avail. Even Lin’s experienced ass can’t handle passing a knot of this size, and every attempt sense a sharp pain shooting up her spine to mingle with the heady haze of orgasm still heavy over her. “Sorry babe”, he yawns lazily. “Looks like I’m on break for now.” He wraps his arms around Lin’s body, maneuvering her up and into his lap as he takes a seat on the box and leans back against the wall. “So, you visit town often?”, he asks with naked disinterest. “Don’t talk to me right now.”, is all she gives in reply, crossing her arms under her chest in a huff. It isn’t until an hour later that Lin is able to extricate herself from the now-snoozing gate guard’s tie, leaving a slimy trail of backed-up cum leaking from her ass to paint the pavement stones of the alley out toward the uptown district. With her head held indignantly high she strides past the human manning his post paying no heed to his leering grin at the mess made of her appearance. For all of her trekking and trouble thus far, the manor noted on the quest flier is easy enough to find in the waning light of the setting sun, and she quickly slips through the front gate, wishing to get inside and perform her duties before night falls fully - but as she steps onto the grounds, she is shocked to find darkness covering the overgrown courtyard… looking up to the sky, she is greeted with a sight not of the setting sun, but of a pale red moon hanging high in the starless heavens, casting a baleful crimson light across the shadowed manse. Not good , Lin reckons, turning quickly to leave the way she came. Not good at all, I need to rethink my plan, get here earlier… what?!  The gate is shut, closed tight and rattling in its hinges as she shakes it desperately. Not a soul can be seen in the small pool of moonlight beyond, and no mechanism holding it shut reveals itself to her desperate search. A chill runs down her spine. I should not turn my back on the house. Turning to face the building, seeming now to loom above her, shadows twisting at the edges and through shuttered, Lin girds herself for whatever lies in wait here. There may be no other way out than through… I can do this! She performs a ritual gesture before her chest, whispering a small prayer to Eros, and steps forward toward the door… THE END, OR...?

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Chapter 0 - His Wager

You hover intangibly over his body, smirking as he passes out in bed alone for once. My, he has been trying hard, hasn't he? You know he's probably going to do his stupid dream visitations, and you decide to have a little fun. Wordlessly you pass into his head. What's this? You were expecting him to be thinking of one of his conquests, but the dreamscape is empty except for his tall, musclebound self. You're in the astral observatory you brought him to for a little... you hesitate to think of it as a date, and you're annoyed why he would be thinking of here of all places when he passed out. He seems just as confused as you are, though, looking around stupidly like he doesn't know what he's doing, again. You sigh internally and manifest in the shade of a tree that wasn't there before, dressed like in tight rubber pants and a black leather jacket with sunglasses, looking the picture of a tough biker chick from one of his Earth's movie flicks. He senses you almost immediately, and you stop yourself from smiling. "Weird place to be dreaming of, lover boy." You say, stressing the syllables. "What, did you miss me?" tsk, pathetic. He shrugged in an infuriatingly irreverent manner and puts his hands on his hips, looking over at you with a lewd appreciation that you've come to expect and enjoy. "I guess I was thinking of you, yeah." He says, though you know he knows you can read his mind. You check instinctively, and yup, he was, though you still cannot figure out why, which annoys the crap out of you. Still, you find it difficult to hold onto that anger. It pleases you that he was  thinking of you, a feeling which you immediately squash into bits, but you find yourself walking over to him anyways with your hips sashaying back and forth. He follows their motions intimately, of course, like a good boy, and you reward him by pressing  right into his chest and looking up at him over your black shades. It's so stupid, the way he looks at you. So stupid. You feel your cheeks tinge slightly, betraying you, as he wraps his big powerful arm around your waist and holds you against himself nice and tight, just like you want him to. Still, you need to pop that stupid ego of his before he ruins the fucking moment by thinking of you again when he KNOWS you can see his thoughts like a sunbeam in your darkness. You twist slightly, leaning into him and letting him hold you, wrapping one arm around him as well and looking at the stars he's dreamt up. "What are you thinking about?" He asks softly, and you sigh, gesturing outwards at the skyline. He follows your gaze and you stand there together for a moment, leaning into each other. It's nice, but you can't let it last. You control your breathing perfectly though why do you even need to and purse your lips. "Your dumb brain has a boring universe." You state flatly. "You're not capable of processing all the possible universes that I could see if we were here for real. It's just a stupid, static sky." Your hrumph pointedly and pout. He looks curiously at the projection of the universe that his brain remembers, thinking of the distant potentials and trying to imagine what it would be like to see it through your eyes. You smile smugly, knowing that he'll never know. Though, that's kind of what makes it fun, in the end. You stop reading his mind for a moment, twistedly curious what he might be about to say without knowing in advance what it's going to be. He surprises  you, sometimes, like when- "Veila, can you remove the curse you put on me?" He asks directly, turning to look at you. You blink, outrage and shock rushing through you in equal measures. What the fuck? You twist out of his arms and push away, breaking the embrace easily. "You've gotten real cocky, kid, if you think you can get away with asking something that stupid." You say, world-shattering dangers threatening in your voice as you stare daggers at him over your biker girl sunglasses. You have a mind to slap him.  Hit him. Hurt him. HURT HIM! He almost steps back but stops himself, looking for all intents and purposes as if you did slap him. The pain in his face and eyes and mind is like cold poison in your veins, not snuffing out your rage but sufficiently slowing it down that you hesitate to act on the intent to annihiliate him on the spoit. You realize you might have genuinely been about to do some real damage to him over a stupid ass question, and that sets off another cold wave of disgust with yourself that shuts down all killing intent. But it doesn't stop making you angry. He presses the issue, like a dumb, stupid, honest, well-intentioned fool. "Come on!" Come on? You groan. "Ever since I've got here you've had me running all over this damn planet trying to avoid the compulsion. It's been nothing but one quest after another, with you helping me stop people from getting hurt, and putting me on tasks that ultimately protect people and43 prevent catastrophes!" He pushes his case passionately, and you're stunned enough to let him continue, admiring despite yourself how idiotically sincere he is. "We've basically been working together since day one to make this world a better place, and we're a pretty good team." He finishes with a vocal flourish. Your heart thrums Why is your heart thrumming? You growl, scowl and try to sneer at how stupid he's being. "You forget why you're here in the first place, Defier." You point out as cold as you can. "So you can FACE-" He cuts you off, which is a slap in the face you never thought he would have the balls to do, and his voice is like a roar in your face despite how restrained he's trying to be, his voice strangled. Is that pain?  "You and I both know that I'm coming to Fortress Caliburn, compulsion or not." He points out, and since you can read his mind you already know that he's not lying. You want to be pissed off. You need to be pissed off. Yet there is no fire inside you. Just fear. Fear that you need to hide behind sunglasses and sneers. He can't keep talking. You need to leave. You turn to dissipate, but his voice stops you, and for some reason you let him talk even though you want nothing more than to leave his stupid face and stupid heart behind. "Why keep the curse on me at all, Veila? All it does is hurt me. Is that what you want?" He asks, anger and pain in his voice. You can't stop yourself. You turn back, screaming in terror. "NO!" You immediately start trying to rationalize, justify, explain in your head something that will make that statement true without going against your plans. You will not give up your fun with him for the sake of his pathetic feelings! "THEN WHY?!" He bellows at you, angrier than he's ever been before. He looks like a fucking comet streaking straight into an infinite sun, this stupid person who's somehow wormed his way into your attention, your affections, your favor. He's manipulating you, he's changing you, he's playing that idiotic change of heart card in the hope he can somehow save you and You don't know what to say to him. You think of a thousand posssibilities and outcomes for this conversation, releasing a maniacal chuckle, laughing at all the possible cheesy lines he might pull as you stare up into his stupid eyes. Yet somehow you're not prepared for what he says. "You don't need to compel me to be with you, Veila." He says, as heartfelt as a hole in the universe sucking you in. You can't hear anything over the pounding in your ears. is that your fucking heart? You know what he's going to say next, you need to stop him from saying it, and you can see the thousand possibilities of what's happening next condense to just one as he pulls you back against his chest, and you let him. He can't read your mind, so how does he keep reading your heart? It's not FAIR! He keeps speaking, totally oblivious to your emotional turmoil, the big dummy.  "I'm yours." He says, and you don't need to read his mind to know it's true. You stare into his big, lovable eyes as he gazes into yours, and you feel like a tiny comet flying into an infinite sun. It's not fair. You don't know what to say. *What will you do next? Remove the curse? Run away again? Distract him with sex? Or will you Abdicate your Throne, Tyrant?

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Chapter 0 - Sloppy Seconds

“Aahh, what a good meal! You’re a surprisingly good cook, Gwyn.” Cliffton Clay stretches his arms above his head and indulges in a luxurious yawn. The soldier’s large, well-built frame is draped in a loose-fitting shirt, and the motion lifts up the hem to expose a peek of his abs just below the dinner table’s edge. He brings one hand down to rub a small circle over his stomach in a gesture of appreciation toward the meal he just shared with his lover and captain, Gwynhwyvar. The dark-haired woman fires a stern glare off across the table, crossing her arms beneath her chest in a half-mocking huff. “And why exactly does that come as such a surprise to you, Cliff?” He chuckles nervously, withering beneath the gaze of the much smaller woman. “Well, it’s uh… y’know. I’m still learning so much about you! From swordplay to flowers to world travel, and now Aldgoat steak with baked popotos and fresh-made bread? You are as talented as you are beautiful, which always catches me by… surprise.” Gwyn purses her lips, letting silence and her sapphire stare hang just a moment too before giving a small sigh and adjusting her glasses and allowing her expression to soften to a smile. “Pff, nice save. For a meathead you’re not too bad with words. And I’m glad you enjoyed the meal, Cliff. Cooking is actually quite the hobby of mine, which is lucky for you; I’ll be sure to inflict many more culinary creations upon your palate.” She steps up from her chair as she speaks, beginning to gather the remains of the meal from the table and bring them around a dividing counter to the kitchen. Cliff tilts his head to catch a look at her bottom as she does so, admiring the way her lace underwear hugs her toned hips. The lack of pants accompanying her button-down shirt is a common occurrence for the captain in the comfort of her own home, a habit he finds himself extremely fond of. The loose fabric of his slacks tents ever-so-slightly beneath the table as his members stiffens in response to the cavalcade of lewd memories triggered by the sight. He was no stranger to her body by now, but such familiarity has only increased his fondness for the captain’s fit figure. He gets up, eyes fixed on the sway of her butt as he follows her around the divider. “You’re sweet, Cliff, but I can handle the dishes tonight”, Gwyn calls over her shoulder at the sound of his approach. Her dismissal is ignored, however, as he wraps his arms around her waist in a close embrace, his stiff member pressing insistently against the small of her back. “I wasn’t offering to help, sweetie. In fact, I don’t think I’m quite done with my meal…” He tilts his head down to nip playfully at her ear, eliciting a playful reproach from the captain. “Cliff, stop! Haha, I’ll drop the dishes!” Heedless of her protests, he tightens his grip and lifts her off the floor. With a yelp of surprise, Gwyn quickly slides the plates she carrying onto the kitchen counter with a clatter before he turns her around and places seats her up alongside them. She giggles, pushing at his shoulders with her feet from her elevated position with token resistance. “What would a delicious home-cooked meal be with dessert?”, he asks, cocking one eyebrow as he plays up a placid expression in reaction to the soft blows delivered by her heels. Dropping to his knees brings his face between her bare legs, just above the counter’s edge. He takes hold of one her calves, arresting their motion, and dips his head to one side to plant a series of hungry kisses against the milky smooth flesh of her inner thigh. She laughs again, running her fingers through the loose locks of his short crew cut hair. “You’re being silly! I made us some persimmon pudding for dessert, I thought we could share it over some wine.” Cliff pauses, already halfway up her thigh, and crane his head upward with a quizzical expression. “Oh, well if that’s the case… would you rather I stopped what I’m doing down here?”, he asks, his face framed by her spread legs. Gwyn bites her lip at the question, making a show of considering her options. Finally, she sighs and pushes his face back down to continue its work. “If you insist! I guess wine and sweets can wait.” He mumbles some sort of affirmative, the muffled words vibrating across the inside of her leg and sending a shiver up her spine. The thought of impending cunnilingus is enough to bring a rising heat to her cheeks and a growing wetness between her legs. Of their own accord, her hands wander away from her lover’s hair and up to her chest, working at the buttons of her top to free her stiffening nipples from their fabric prison. The musky heat radiating from the other side of Gwyn’s lacey underwear is intoxicating to the exploratory trooper, and Cliff basks in the heady joy of pleasing his lover as he pulls the moist gusset aside and flicks his tongue across the length of her perfect pink folds, savoring the drops of arousal clinging to her lower lips like dew. His arms wrap around her hips to pull her body close against his face, and he inhales deeply before diving in in earnest. His broad tongue plunges inside of, pushing against the muscular warmth of her hole as he laps greedily at every inch of her he can reach before coming up for air and teasing if playful circles around the engorged nub of her clitoris peeking bright and pink beneath its hood. Gwyn’s hands wander down from her chest to weave into his hair, rocking his head back and forth in rhythm with her own hips, using every contour of his features from his nose to his chin to pull herself closer to her impending orgasm. She begins to call out his name, her voice climbing higher and higher with each repetition until her cries fill the kitchen. Before any other man, she might have tried to retain some measure of composure, but the affection swelling in her chest for the Midlander busy at work between her legs gives her the security to let loose as hot, joyous tears trace faint rivulets down her cheeks. “Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck fffuuu- don’t stop, Cliff! I’m gonna - hnng - I’m gonna cum!” Her legs shoot out straight as her feet arch into daggerlike points as a wave of pleasure breaks over her body, her nerves firing on all cylinders and driving her hips to buck wildly against Cliff’s captured head. A hot gush splashes across his face and chest as she squirts hard, her head thrown back and chest heaving as she struggles to keep her balance on the counter’s edge. At last, the final aftershock of her orgasm passes through, permitting her body to taut body to uncoil into a panting, sweat-streaked pile. Resting her thighs on Cliff’s shoulders, she leans over him, grinning wide at her lover’s poor squished face beneath a shock of damp orange hair. “By the spirits, that was amazing. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were in love with me, Cliffton Clay.” She giggles, still bubbly from the full-body experience. He smiles, standing from his station on the floor and summoning a small yelp from the captain as his shoulders lift her legs into the air, tilting her onto her back and pulling her hips close against his. The hard rod of his erection is impossible to ignore within his trousers, pulsing stiff against her flushed entrance through the light fabric. “Mm, so you think you know better? Perhaps I should set the record straight between us”, he retorts, wiping his chin dry of her juices before working at the waistband of his slacks. Gwyn bites her painted lip in anticipation, her mind and body primed and craving his thick cock. She was no stranger to a variety of members out there in Eorzea, but never before has she found one that felt so right inside of her, filling her up completely and hitting every spot she needed. “Shut up and fuck me, you dork. Before your desert gets cold.” She smiles sweetly, the warmth in her tone giving an affectionate edge to her demand. Cliff nods, placing the swollen tip of his cock against her entrance and pushing with ease into her primed pussy. They both admire the sight of his thick inches disappearing between her legs, and she sighs as he fills her up, stretching her most sensitive parts comfortable and sending sharp signals of carnal delight firing up her spine. Taking hold of her legs smooth, toned calves for leverage, he begins to thrust into her at a slow pace, stirring up a rising chorus of lewd smacking, squelching noises as their bodies meet again and again. The former farmboy’s heavy balls swing low, slapping against the firm curve of her ass each time he plunges the entire length of his shaft inside of her. The fat, raised veins tracing the surface of his erection glide past her slick lips until he bottoms out, letting himself swell inside of her before pulling out and repeating the process. The two of them lean in close to each other as he increases his pace, the pair of them breathing heavily as they lock eyes on each other. Few words are exchanged as their perceptions hone in with laser focus on sharing this moment, linked together in body and in spirit. A kiss is shared, and then another, devolving into a sloppy makeout as they each vie to to taste the other completely, exploring each others’ lips and teeth and tongues with wild abandon. The pace quickens, their lips are parted. Cliff gazes down at Gwynhwyvar, his black-and-blue-haired captain, whispering the words they felt were taboo to exchange even in such a moment: “I love you.” She looks back up at him, and gives an enthusiastic nod in response, biting her lip harder to prevent a more embarrassing outburst as tears threaten the corners of her eyes once again. Still, it is confirmation enough, and enough to push the soldier over the edge. He grunts, slamming himself into her one final time as his balls pull close against his body and his hips jerk as his pelvic floor tightens again and again to deposit a heavy load of his seed inside of her. They rest there a while in each others’ arms, overstimulated bodies twitching, sweat evaporating off of flushed skin, cooling them both. At last, Cliff’s spent member slips limply from inside of its warm refuge, and he lifts his forehead from hers to extricate himself from the tangle of their bodies, taking a step back and allowing her legs to hang loose over the counter edge. He looks left and right before locating a discarded rag meant for cleaning dishes, wiping off the admixture of semen and grool from his soft cock before dropping to one knee. “I’ll, uh… take care of the mess. Wow, you really let loose, didn’t you? Remind me to lay out some towels next time I go down on you. Gwyn?” He glances up from where he had begun to work at the floorboards, to be greeted by the sight of Gwynhwyvar’s legs spread wide, her hands pulling at either side of her pussy to part her lips. A thick dollop of white seed seeps slowly from her lightly-gaped hole, perched precariously on the edge of slipping down between her cheeks. “Come on now, loverboy”, she coos, her voice dripping with intention. “Don’t tell me you’re done with your desert already. Have you ever heard of seconds?” He lets the rag fall from his fingers to the floor below, taking hold of her legs once again. “Let it never be said that I’ve refused a free meal”, he quips, before diving back in between her legs.

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Chapter 0 - Taking the Training Wheels Off

“Three cheers to the Grand Company! Three cheers to the Immortal Flames! Hup, hup, hurrah!” The master of ceremonies is met with a resounding roar from the tavern courtyard, packed to bursting with a throng of raucous revelers celebrating the graduation of the Company’s latest class of recruits into full-blown soldiers. Among the higher-ups seated at the head table, Flame Captain Gwynhwyvar adds her voice to the chorus ushering in the night’s celebrations. It doesn’t take long for a mug of spiced rum to find its way into her hands, and by the time she excuses herself from her peers to mingle among the newly-ordained soldiers she is already working on her second. The party is alive with an excited buzz of voices, heat rising from great braziers ruffling banners emblazoned with the Immortal Flames insignia on its way to meet the cool breeze of the Ul’dahn night above the courtyard walls. Gwyn scans the assembled crowd, sharp blue eyes seeking through the smoke and haze for - ah, there they are! Six distinctive silhouettes, a mix of Hyur men and women and the unmistakable shoulders and horns of a Roegadyn and Au Ra, respectively. She makes her way through the crowd, taking care to approach behind one of the midlander men unnoticed. “There’s my favorite batch of recruits!”, she announces, throwing her arms around her target’s shoulders from behind and clinging close to his body in what may safely seem to an outsider as no more than a gesture of jocular familiarity. The assembled six know a different side of the story between Gwyn and recruit Cliffton Clay, however, and they exchange a series of wry grins at her brazen display of affection. “Oh, my apologies! I guess it isn’t fair to call you all ‘recruits’ any longer, hm? Congratulations on making it, soldiers! I didn’t make it easy on you, you should all be proud.” She flashes an uncharacteristically wide grin at the group, before immediately extricating herself from poor Cliffton and affecting an exaggerated stern demeanor. “I’m still your captain, though. So one of you fetch us another round of drinks!” The burly Roegadyn barks out a reflexive “Sir!” before plowing his way through the crowded courtyard to another round for his superior officer and fellow alumni. On his return, a toast is shared between them and conversation carries them deep into the night… As the festivities wane and the attendees retire to their homes throughout the city, Gwyn beckons her favorite burnished-haired midlander over. Her head is level, the night’s libations having little effect on her beyond a slight flush to her pale complexion. “Clay, I think this scene has run its course. I’m heading back to the Goblet. Not a far walk, as you may or may not know, but still; I’ll be requisitioning you as an escort. I’m sure you won’t mind accompanying your captain on a midnight stroll through the desert?” The rum has managed a bit more sway over the young soldier than it has his superior, but his thoughts remain clear enough - an invitation back to the captain’s house? He knew her well enough by now to figure more was in store than a simple escort mission. From the first day of training to their first field mission, she’d made him her plaything at every opportunity. Not that he wished to complain about being the outlet for her urges, but he had begun to chafe under the one-sided dynamic. Perhaps this was his chance to level the playing field. “Sir, yes sir! I’d be delighted.”, he responds with a loose salute, barely concealing a grin. The trip to the Goblet is uneventful by the standards of an Immortal Flame soldier, and they pass the time passing small talk back and forth. Driven by the chill of the cloudless desert night, Gwyn steps in close to him and passes the journey with her arms around his, leaning gently into his frame with a comfortable familiarity. By the time they arrive at the door she indicates as hers, high up above the Ul’dah sands, their banter is more that of old friends than a soldier and his superior officer. She unlocks the door and they head inside. Cliffton wasn’t sure what to expect stepping over the threshold, but as his captain moved deeper inside to light some lamps within, he was surprised to see… a cozy domicile, decorated in blue flowers and numerous objects in the shape of cutesy carbuncles. Gwyn calls back to him from deeper inside: “Aren’t you coming in? I have some nice rum just waiting to put that tavern swill in its place.” Her words snap him from his contemplation, and he follows her into a small library which appears to double as an office. He takes an appreciative glance around the room before commenting, “I had expected something a little more, well, spartan. Who would have thought you liked flowers so much? Or carbuncles for that matter, haha.” Gwyn pauses midway through retrieving a fine-looking bottle of dark rum from within her desk. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean, huh?” Her tone is playful, however, and she resumes pouring a pair of drinks into a set of crystal tumblers. “I do have interests outside of kicking ass and doing my job, you know. Don’t look too surprised.” She passes a glass to him before raising her own. “A toast to you, Cliffton. I’m proud you passed my training regime, spirits know I didn’t make it easy on you, but still…” She takes a swig of rum after clinking rims with his, an expression of exaggerated wistfulness falling across her features. “I’ll miss the opportunity to boss you around at every turn. Oh sure, I’m still your superior, but it’s just not the same once you’re a soldier. With the recruits, you can really make them squirm…” She laughs, a bright, unguarded sound so different from her usual persona as a drill instructor, and he can’t help but join in, adding “No, you sure didn’t. I can’t remember how many times I wished to give you a taste of your own medicine and give the orders for once, heh.” Gwyn’s eyes flash at his words and she closes the gap between them, stepping close against the tall midlander’s chest. “You know, soldier boy… it’s not too late for that. I think it would be only fair, after all…” She traces a finger in lazy circles across his chest, drawing out her words in unambiguous flirtation. The message is clear. Cliffton steps back, appraising his captain in a new light, a chance to be in charge. The thought alone is enough to send a rush of blood below his belt, and he feels his member stiffen in his dress breeches. “Very well. We’ll start simple: take off your uniform for me, Gwynhwyvar. You’re not a captain tonight. Oh, and… make a show of it, will you? I’ll be judging your performance.” Gwyn’s cheeks flush a deeper red than the rum would have them as she is delighted by the scandal of taking orders from a lowly soldier. Reaching up to her neck, she takes her time undoing the buttons of her dress top one by one to provide a growing peek at her pale stomach and the dark lace of her bra beneath. As she reaches the bottom, she turns her back to him, letting the top hang loosely from her shoulders as she works the clasp of her skirt. The garment falls free into a puddle around her feet, revealing a pair of dark stockings and matching garter belt with black lace panties hugging her bottom. She gives her hips a suggestive wiggle before bending slowly over to retrieve her skirt and toss it over the back of a nearby chair. Straightening herself once more, she shrugs the unbuttoned shirt from her shoulders, exposing the taut muscles of her slender neck and shoulders to him. She turns her head, flashing a demure glance from the side of one eye. “Will you help me with the clasp, sir?” “Oh, I think not”, he responds, placing his hands on his hips in a gesture of mock confidence. “I expect the very best from my recruits, and that includes stripping down after a hard day’s training. When you’re done, bend over and spread yourself for me. I’m waiting.” “Yes sir!” She chuckles to see how enthusiastic he is getting in character and undoes the clasp behind her back with little effort before extending one arm and letting the bra fall unceremoniously from her fingertips. Moving to her hips, she takes care of the garter belt in a similar fashion before hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties and kneeling down as she slides them to the floor. Standing bare naked with her back turned, she gives Cliffton a moment to linger on her mature, toned figured before placing both hands on her bottom and bending over to present herself to him. The compact, pink folds of her pussy are flushed deep with arousal and wet with anticipation, and she gives her rump another small wiggle as she settles her feet at shoulder length apart. “Not bad, soldier. You pass your visual inspection with perfect marks. Now let’s see how you do on your performance review…” It takes him no time at all to strip down in kind and take his eager cock in his hand, stepping up to her proffered pussy as he places the swollen head of his throbbing member against the wet heat of her entrance. “Push yourself back, now. Let’s see you take it all.” Gwyn bites her lip and carries out the order, and Cliffton groans with delight to see each thick inch of his veiny shaft disappear into the captain’s tight cunt and she slides herself onto him, the slick, slimy walls of her pussy wrapping his cock in their perfect, delectable heat. When at last he feels himself bottom out inside her, he claps both hands tight around her ass and begins to thrust with a steady, insistent rhythm. Each drive of his powerful member pushes Gwyn forward on the tips of her toes, calling a cute yelp to slip past her lips until his larger frame has her pinned against the wall of her study where he fucks her vigorously from behind. After weeks of “training” at her whim, Cliffton is well-versed in the Flame Captain’s various buttons and particular sweet spots. The lessons must have paid off, as he is soon rewarded with a cry of oh fuck, I’m cumming! from the dark-haired woman before him, accompanied with a quaking of her legs and a gush of fluid as she squirts down the insides of her thighs and across the floor. The muscular contractions of her own orgasm is enough to milk his cock past the point of no return, and for the first time in their relationship, he cums inside of his superior officer, growling wordlessly into her ear as his cock pulses rope after rope of hot sticky semen deep inside of her. Before Gwyn can catch her breath and properly contemplate the unprotected load just deposited into her sopping cunt, he takes hold of her leg and swings it across the space between them to bring them face to face, his powerful arms holding her aloft while his twitching shaft remains stiff as ever, each throb of the shaft pushing strands of his creampie out past her moist lips to dribble down between her cheeks. “Where’s your bunk, soldier?”, he pants, glancing behind them toward the hall. Gwyn giggles, impressed by his stamina and the presumption that they were far from over. She directs him toward her bed from her perch, adding wistfully, “Ahhh, the benefits of youth…” Cliffton carries her to her room, laying her down on the bed as he follows with her, buried inside all the while. He pauses to look deep into her stunningly-blue eyes, appreciating the sight of his captain bared completely beneath him. The once-flirtatious atmosphere feels thick now, heavy with something more than games and playful hookups. A gaze of genuine affection passes between them in that moment, before he attempts to break away and hide his own blush behind a cocky grin. “Good work, cadet! Now let’s see how you fare in the endurance training.” Gwyn laughs, before hooking her legs behind him and pulling his hips close against hers. “Alright you goof, I get it. Now shut and up and fuck me already.” “I believe you meant to say ‘please ruin my pussy, sir ’, am I correct?” “Ahaha, give a man and inch and they’ll, well… in this case, they’ll give many back. Alright, ahem: please ruin my pussy sir!” “Good girl.” The midlander’s body is strong, well-conditioned as a result of his training as a recruit under Gwyn’s exacting eye. His arms flex, sweat streaking down the chiseled definition of his biceps as he holds himself above her in a form not unlike that of a push-up. Tirelessly, he thrusts his hips into hers, driving deep into his captain to elicit a spray of admixed lube and semen from her stretched hole before bucking up to slide the entire length of his erect member from her. The head of his cock lingers but a moment between her slick, fuck-flushed folds before the taut muscles of his legs and ass bring his weight down between her legs again and again. Finally in control, Cliffton pounds his lover with jackhammer abandon, driven onward with each shuddering moan and heave of her shoulders beneath him. He cranes his head down, slowing his pace just enough to find the stability to draw the firm nipple crowning one pale perfect breast into his mouth, sucking greedily on the sensitive nub as his tongue draws desperate circles around its circumference to tease her body further. His teeth test her skin with a tentative nibble, and he is rewarded to hear the pitch of her voice rise higher and to feel her hands clasp around his broad shoulders to scratch shallow channels across his tan flesh as her passion seeks yet another outlet. “I’m getting - hah - close, Gwyn. Let me hear it.” “Fffuck, Cliff! Cum inside my pussy, sir! Please, I can’t- I can’t- nnngfuck, I need it, now!” “Mmnn, since you - ahh! - asked so nicely - take it!” Cliffton punctuates his statement with a wordless cry, driving into Gwyn’s pussy one last time as his pleasure crests and cracks like a whip through his body, sending a surge of satisfaction washing over him as his cock convulses inside the muscular warmth of her oozing cunt, his balls aching to drain every last drop of his potent seed inside of her. The stimulation is almost too much, but the pair of heels wrapped tight around his hips hold him close until he is reduced to a painting, spent mess on top of the sweaty, strained figure of his captain. Not wishing to leave her pinned for long, he rolls off, allowing his member to slide free from her pussy. The sudden absence of his thick shaft leaves her hole agape, contracting still from the aftershocks of their vigorous lovemaking, pushing out dollop after dollop of sticky viscous semen out onto the bed sheets. Having caught his breath, Cliffton props himself on his side to admire his captain’s naked form, drinking in the sight of her sweat-streaked breasts, the soft curve of her panting stomach, the sloppy remains of his second creampie of the night. She turns her head to look him in the eyes, exchanging a wordless moment of affection between them before breaking the silence:  “That was… wow. I haven’t had a lay like that in a looong time.” “It’s not so bad letting someone else take the reins once in a while is it, captain?” “No sir it is not. A woman could get used to this.” She leans in close, planting her lips over his in a kiss which catches him by surprise for its tenderness… Cliffton opens his eyes to find light pouring in through the window, the merciless Ul’dah sun hot on his bare, sticky skin. In shifting his weight to get more comfortable, he finds no figure lying next to him - he is alone in bed, and acutely aware of both his nudity and the thick musk of last night’s activities hanging over him. “Well look who’s awake. I’ve already drawn you a bath, you might want to think about cleaning yourself up. You’ve got a lot of me on you, haha.” He turns to see Gwyn standing fully nude in the doorway, her body clean and her hair done up in its usual braided fashion. “Don’t worry about your clothes, I don’t usually bother wearing any around the house anyway. I’m sure you don’t mind.” She makes her way over to the bed and its pile of stained sheets, seating herself on the edge to give him a sharp smack on his exposed rear. “Now up and at ‘em, Cliff. Someone’s gotta wash these sheets.” He jumps up onto the balls of his feet, flaccid member swinging obscenely between his legs. Gwyn notes it with an appreciative glance, enjoying the sight of her lover in the candid light of day. “You may have had your first taste of command last night, but it’s morning and I’m in charge here: and I say that someone’s going to be you. I’m not a cruel captain, though. There will be breakfast ready when you’re done with your bath, and if you play your cards right I may even help you with the folding!” She claps her hands twice, spurring him into action. “Oh, and Cliffton… perhaps you’d like to go into the city later and do some shopping for dinner? Together?” He pauses on his way toward the hall, contemplating her question. “Is that another order, or…?” “No. Consider it a request.” “Why then, captain, I’d be delighted.” Gwyn beams, her blue eyes seeming to sparkle in the sunlight. “Good boy.”

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

Love’s a Game of Give and Take(ing Life)   “This is gonna be interesting. What do you think Clara?”   “It seems like this has the makings of a fun night. David, you ready?”   “Yes. Let’s do it then.”   David and Clara Sernfield were two people on the run from the state. Last they knew, the media had branded them serial killers, which wasn’t exactly wrong, but the two considered themselves the cleaners of society. The world had taken a turn for the worse in the last 30 years, with the government and its chosen “nobles” controlling everything from the law to how people lived.    If a noble saw someone as less than fit to live, the person in question was killed and tortured in a most brutal fashion, and always in public. Things had gotten so bad that five years ago, in 2108, the government had to introduce nanomachine controlled corpses/breeding dolls to keep the next generation at an equal number. Criminal’s and those executed’s bodies were regulated by the nanomachines; they operated like humans, they could even breed, but they took orders like robots. The earth still had billions, but it will never have the same growth it used to have.   That led the two Sernfields to this mansion, the summer mansion of a very rich family known as the Bournlochs. This get-away home was the epitome of extravagance, with massive doors and miles of perfectly trimmed hedges. The objective for the two outlaws was not the goods inside, but the three children of Count Bournloch. The “children” had grown up and matured into adulthood, but their father insisted on having them close to him until they were married. The eldest two, Lana and Rachel, were twins and 23 years old. The youngest, Fiona, was 19.   “Our man on the inside really did well. They don’t know we’re here” whispered Clara, “You see the guards?”   David was looking through the scope of his AR-50 MK. 7. Over the years, weapons had shifted from bullets to lasers; however, bullets were still common among the lower classes. With a few illegal modifications and additions, an extremely loud and visible weapon can be  made into a silent gun with no visible flash.   “Yep, seven guards outside and I can see ten more inside on infrared. The numbers and patrol areas are spot on. I’m taking my shots now.” David aimed at his first target and fired his first bullet, the man on the other end of the scope died. The trigger was pulled six more times, six more corpses dropped.   “That’s all I can hit from here, let’s move in to take care of the rest.”   The two stealthily crept from their position and entered the mansion. If the outside was ornate, then the inside was obscenely gaudy. The walls were decked with decorations. Ivory, Original paintings from famous artists, gold plated vases and statues. Clara stepped forward, open mouthed, and checked her silenced gun.   “Ten more to go.” Clara smiled. “Let’s get them.”   As stealthy as death, they made their way through the house, killing all of the guards that they met.   David and Clara were reloading their weapons in one of the kitchens, when David pondered. “So far, none of the guards have been our man. Our informant assured us that he would be here, yet no one has given the password.”   Clara put put her right arm on her hip, looked up, and wondered as well. “Maybe it’s someone we don’t know about? Like an orderly or butler?”   “We’ll find out soon. Either way, it’s time for us to make ourselves known to our targets.”   Clara led the way as they found their way to the room where the three sisters were known to reside. When she opened the door, the three girls looked up at the intruders.   “We don’t know you. Are you new?” asked Rachel, quite haughtily. “It’s time for supper, so get us some food.”   Lana, having more attention to detail, noticed the weapons and screamed and tried to run away. A futile effort, as the very people who she tried to get away from were blocking the only exit. David summarily shot her with a non-lethal nano-stungun and she fell to the floor, then he stunned Rachel.   Fiona simply smiled, raised her hands, and spoke. “Raven’s Revenge.” She then looked intently at David, who was surprised at what she said.    “What does she mean? Should I kill her?” Clara raised her gun and aimed at Fiona’s forehead.   “She said the code word, she’s our informant.”   Clara lowered the gun. “What?! Why would she sell out her own sisters? What would she gain?”   “Peace of mind, they’ve always hated me, so has father. I’ve been kept as a prisoner here, never allowed to talk to anyone but them. When my sisters’ best friend died, they changed.”    Fiona raised her shirt, revealing tan skin with nasty purple and black splotches.   “I’ve been beaten every day since, even Father joined in so his daughters would love him. I sold them out for revenge. Also, I’d like to join you. Seeing the world would be fun, and I want to purge people who condone inhuman treatment of any humans.”   “That’s enough for us.” David said, looking at Clara, who nodded. “We’d be happy to have you join us. But first, we’d like to test you. May we have your sisters and control of the house robots?”   Fiona nodded and promptly gave over the controls. David bade one of the robots to pick up Lana, then he whispered instructions to it that only he and Clara heard. Finally he picked up Rachel and put her on the bed in the middle of the room.    “The first test Is this, kill your sister.” Clara handed Fiona her pistol and then woke up Rachel while restraining her. “Go ahead.”   As the gun was pointed at her chest, Rachel only had a moment of terror before a hole was blown in her heart. Bits of her aorta and rib cage spewed out her back and embedded themselves in the wall behind her. Her body slackened as she died, but her contorted into on of pain.   “Anything you want to do to her?”     “Yes, if it’s no trouble, I’d like to watch her corpse get raped.”   David’s eyes widened, “You have a deviant mind, perfect.”   Clara and David both undressed and began feeling up the corpse. The body, of course, gave no response; however, the two outlaws did. Clara’s pussy began dripping profusely and David’s penis got as hard as iron. The body lay on the bed as Clara lowered her pussy onto its mouth. She faced down towards the corpse’s legs, which were spread as to admit David’s dick into the dead pussy.   “It’s so tight from her death! Like a bear trap has gripped my dick!” Her pussy hadn’t been lubed up with foreplay but David found Rachel’s own piss to be ample lubricant. He pumped himself into the corpse, fully enjoying himself while his wife rubbed her pussy on its face.   They continued for a long while until they both felt that they were reaching a climax.   “Clara, I’m gonna cum soon. You?”   “Fuck yeah, this is getting me off a lot.”   Fiona sat on the couch next to the bed. She was fingering her dripping pussy, also while rubbing her massive erect cock with the other. She thought to herself, “If the first test is this sexy, what will the second be? I hope it isn’t too long, I’m starving.”   Her thought was interrupted by Clara and David crying sounds of pleasure and orgasm.    “I’m cumming! This pussy is amazing!”   “This dead tongue! CUMMING!”   David blasted his seed deep into Rachel’s womb, painting her insides white. At the same time, Clara got off on Rachel’s tongue; squirting her pussy juices all over the corpse’s face. The moment she saw that her sister’s body had been raped, Fiona came, jizzing all over her carpet.   “I loved that!” panted Clara, exhausted from the infiltration and the sex. Her slim body wasn’t made for extended exertion. David, on the other hand, was muscular and well built. He was more than able to go another round, but he saw Fiona first.   “You’re a futa?” David’s eyes were fixed on Fiona’s pussy and cock combination.   “Yes, it’s another reason I was mistreated such. If you don’t mind, I’d like to try something.”   “Be our guest.”   Fiona took a laser knife from David’s pouch and cut a hole in Rachel’s forehead. Her penis, even after having just came, was ready to go. Fiona inserted her dick into the hole and pierced the brain of her late sister.   “You know, when I said ‘Fuck you’ under my breath Rachel, I never thought I’d get to do it like this! You may have been a heartless, stupid bitch, but your brain is perfect for this! It’s mushy yet warm and grips my dick perfectly.”   Fiona began to fuck her sister’s brain, and whenever she pulled her penis out, Fiona pulled more and more brain matter out with her dick. She moved faster and faster, pleasure overriding any disgust she might have felt at the gruesome sight.   “This is better than I ever thought it could be! I’m cumming!!” Fiona pumped herself as deep as she could go, then she came in the brain that her dick had made into mush. She let the body go and removed herself from the head, wiping the brain matter off with the bedsheets. David and Clara applauded her and were amazed by her brutality.   “God damn, we don’t need to test you a second time! Now is the time we would have tested you but you are one of us, no doubt. We still think you’ll enjoy what we had planned for you though.” Clara smiled devilishly, and beckoned for Fiona to follow.   Still naked, they trekked through the mansion. They reached the dining room and sat down at a perfectly prepared table set for three. Crystal glasses and fine china were decked on the table with succulent dishes like Caesar salad, chicken gnocchi, and Fruit Breads of different kinds. Sorry    “This is perfect! I’m starving and food has never been this plentiful for me!” Fiona giggled as her grumbling tummy punctuated her statement.    “If you like this, then you’ll definitely like the main course.” David clapped his hand and just moments afterwards, the Butler robot from before stride from the kitchen pushing a cart with a massive platter on it. The cart stopped next to Fiona on her right side.    “Close your eyes, we’ll tell you when to open them.” Fiona closed her eyes and after a couple seconds she heard the order to open them. She looked at the now open platter, only to see Lana, perfectly cooked.   Lana’s head was uncooked and on the platter as well. Her skin was no longer tan but golden brown and had a sheen of juice on it. Her limbs had been amputated and cooked as well, and they were arranged quite artistically on the platter, exposing her meat to sight. Her tender muscles were perfectly done, at just the right shade of color.   “The second test was for all of us to eat her but since you performed admirably, this is just for fun.” David waved towards the dinner laid out. “Take what you want.”   Fiona’s cock had again become fully erect, so she took Lana’s head and shoved it, neck first, onto her throbbing shaft. “That’s way better.” Her penis was long enough that her tip was poking out of the mouth. The futa picked up a juicy thigh and looked as her two liberators: Two state-branded serial killers who were severely deviant. They smiled at her as they too chose their foods while the butler robot poured them wine. After the butler was finished, Clara raised her glass.   “A toast! A toast to revenge and a fruitful partnership!” exclaimed Clara. The three clinked their glasses together and ate. Thus began the journey of these three outlaws.                            The End    

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Chapter 0 - Field Training

Flame Captain Gwynhwyvar watched from on high, perched on one of Ul'dah's many rocky outcroppings in order to judge the recruits down in the desert valley. The short, fit woman was dressed in the blue-and-black uniform of her station, with a pair of dark-rimmed glasses high on her petite nose while hair - raven-hued and chased with brilliant blue - was pinned up in a bundle of tight braids. She glanced away from the scattered figures and caravan carts below to jot a short entry in the journal she carried, making note of the trainees’ performance moving through the dry terrain. This latest batch of recruits had performed well enough on the practice fields and knew well how to swing a sword or thrust a spear, but this exercise was a different experience entirely: their first field assignment, escorting train of merchant wagons from Ul'dah to one of the outlying settlements. It was a simple enough task for the newbies, but the threat of running into a nest of scorpions or a wandering gigantoad was ever-present. Their formation was a little loose, she had noticed, leaving a portion of the caravan’s flank exposed. She makes the appropriate marks in her notebook before descending down into the valley to meet with the wagon train. After meeting up with the group of cadets being very clear with her thoughts on their performance, Gwyn ordered them to help the caravan set up camp for the night in a clearing just off the main road. She oversaw the division of labor, giving clear assessment of their efforts to set up a working field kitchen, dig a set of makeshift latrines, and organize the wagons into a secure perimeter all while keeping thorough notes on each trainee’s strengths and weaknesses at fieldwork. Soon, the merciless desert sun retreats beyond the distant cliffs, leaving the badlands shadowed beneath a deep purple sky studded with innumerable stars. Handing out the roster for the night watch, Gwyn singles out a certain trainee to guard the rear edge of the camp, sending him out among the twisted trees and tumbled rocks to watch for wild beasts or worse which may be attracted by the light and noise of the caravan. This particular trainee was special among the current crop of cadets and someone she had taken more than a passing interest in, from the moment his application first passed over her desk to the many times she kept him late in the training room for some more… intimate one-on-one lessons. Instructing him on the best ways to perform oral on her or the optimal positions for thrusting against her favorite spots while buried deep inside her had become a regular part of the Flame Captain’s routine, and she wasn’t about to let an opportunity to indulge herself out beneath the open sky pass her by. She gives him a suggestive wink and a firm pat on the ass as she sends him out on his duty, already scheming for her chance to slip away and join him… By the time the rest of the camp has finished their meals and dampened the fire, an oppressive, chill darkness has settled over the cloudless desert. Such was the duality of this land, with scorching days giving way to frigid nights. Anyone not assigned to guard duty is tucked within their simple tents, packed tight for warmth. As Captain, Gwyn is afforded the luxury of her tent to sleep in, kept warm by low coals cradled in a brass brazier. She finishes the day’s training reports by the soft light of a solitary candle before allowing herself to stretch her stiff shoulders. It’s time to make her move; the eager blue-eyed captain grabs her sword, blows out the light, and slips silently from the camp under the noses of her sleeping recruits. The young cadet shivers in the cool night air, and briefly considers cursing his captain for giving him the first watch… Her seeming infatuation with him was confusing, he won’t lie, but he had been hoping that perhaps he might share her tent tonight after such a long day sweating under the desert sun - at the very least, he thought he might be left alone with the other recruits for the duration of this mission. His relationship with the captain was a poorly-kept secret among the other cadets, and he had received no small amount of teasing or requests for “details” from the other young men of the Immortal Flames. He sighs, shifting to adjust himself; recalling the many moments he’d spent in the captain’s hands, her mouth, or between her legs since being picked up by the Grand Company had caused an uncomfortable rise in his loins which only frustrates him further. He scans the landscape ahead, his eyes already adjusted to the pale starlight. No signs of movement, and no sound other than a low wind and the rattle of dust among the rocks… Suddenly, he feels an arm wrap tight around his neck from behind, and his sword arm is twisted behind his back in a painful hold. An ambush? Bandits, or…? He’d really rather not die on his first patrol. “Tsk tsk, you’re not a very good watchman, are you? I’ll have to add this to my report…” His captain’s voice. He should have known… Gwyn releases her hold on him before planting one boot on his backside and pushing him across the small clearing. “If I was a bandit, you could be dead - or worse. The whole camp would be in danger. We can’t have the Immortal Flames getting such a shoddy reputation, you know. Pull down those pants and get that cock out, kid. I think a night of freezing your balls off might drive the lesson home, don’t you think? Oh, and that’s an order.” She flashes a grin which seems to gleam in the moonlight, relishing the sight of her cowed cadet sheepishly undoing his breeches to let his genitals swing free. Even only semi-erect, his manhood was impressive, pushed up and away from his body by the heavy balls resting beneath it. Gwyn arches one eyebrow appreciatively. “Not bad, as usual. At least there’s some part of you that knows how to stand at attention. Let’s see if I can’t give our little watchman here a better view of the countryside…” Gwynhwyvar brings her hands to her chest and makes a sultry display of undoing the buckles of her top one by one. She pauses, drawing out the moment, and then opens the front of her uniform to let her breasts spill free. Her skin reacts to the cold air almost immediately, causing her delicate pink nipples to stiffen to perky points. She joins her hands in front of her hips, squeezing her cleavage together with her arms as she leans forward with a chuckle. The cadet’s cock rises in response, swelling to a full throbbing erection in an instant. “There, haha, much better. Your body sure knows how to follow orders, hm? I’ve trained it well.” For weeks she has been teasing him, playing with him at her leisure, giving and withholding her body seemingly at random… for the recruit, this humiliation is the last straw. It’s time he made his move and put his “training” into practice. He steps forward, crossing the space between them quickly and grabbing at his captain’s wrists to hold them together across her front. He pushes his large, musclebound body into hers, using the size advantage to pin her back against the rock. With his free hand, he reaches up to grope at Gwyn’s exposed chest, kneading her milky skin underneath his calloused fingers as his stiff cock presses into her belly. She opens her mouth to protest, and he plants his lips over hers to steal a kiss instead. His tongue probes past her teeth, wrestling with her own, and he watches her eyes close in a seeming gesture of surrender… that is until he feels her wrists slip free from his grasp and he finds himself whirled around to be held in another vicious armlock. The speed with which she freed herself and subdued him leaves him stunned, barely able to process the situation before he finds himself thrown across the clearing once more. “Very naughty, recruit. For a second there, I was almost impressed!” He scrabbles up from the dirt, ready for a fight as he turns to face her once more - only to find that his captain has turned to present her backside to him as she works her panties down her slender legs. “Come on now, don’t just stand there with your jaw hanging down. Let’s help you take care of that pent-up frustration, mm?” “Captain?” “Get over here and fuck me before I change my mind; I’m soaking wet down there and it’s damn cold out.” He sighs, defeated but already looking forward to what comes next. His time with the captain was confusing and could drive him crazy at times, but he’d be damned if he called it a bad deal. “Yes ma’am.” He approaches Gwyn again, this time with hands outstretched to push the skirt of her uniform high over the firm curve of her ass before grabbing on to her hips. Bent over at the waist, she supports herself against the boulder, legs straight and spread at shoulder width. His cock is as straight and hard as a rod, and he brushes the swollen head between the moist lips of her eager pussy, enjoying the warmth of her flushed entrance as he lubricates himself with her natural juices. He stays like that a while, focused on the sensation of his cock barely spreading her folds apart before drawing back before a cough from the captain interrupts him. “Ahem. I said fuck me, cadet, don’t foreplay me to sleep.” He grits his teeth at the admonishment. If she wants to get fucked so badly, so be it. He thrusts his hips forward, driving his meat into her in one powerful thrust. Wet drops splatter to the desert dust below as his balls slap against her body, and her legs shake in response to being taken so deep, so swift. She yelps in surprise at his attack and then moans as she gyrates her hips in tight little motions to adjust her body to the girthy manhood throbbing inside of her. “Mmm, goood , just like that. Keep it coming, cadet.” Spurred on by her words and the response of her body, he draws his cock back out, the shaft glistening in the starlight, and thrusts into her again and again. Each time he plunges his shaft into the warm muscular depths of her pussy he picks up the pace, the pleasure of her body wrapping around every inch of his thick cock driving him onward. His rhythm fetches a series of cries from her throat, as Gwyn calls out “Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes!” in time with his movements. She arches her back, leaning deeper into the wall of stone before her, her spine curving to transform all pretense of military discipline she held onto into abject, sultry perversion. Taking advantage of her offered rear end, he pauses mid-thrust to sink the thumb of one hand alongside his cock, stretching her sopping wet cunt to its limit before withdrawing the digit and pushing it into he exposed asshole. He hooks his thumb against the clenching ring of her rear entrance, using it to provide leverage as he rides her from behind like an animal possessed. Gwyn squeals with delight as both her holes are pleasured simultaneous, her body shuddering as a small orgasm sneaks up on her and washes her nerves in a wave of warm satisfaction. She throws her head back to look at her lover, a sex-flushed pout hanging beneath furrowed brows. The expression on her face is not one he’ll soon forget. In an effort to get even closer to those blue-painted lips, he bends one knee to dip down and hook his arm under her leg, lifting it up and turning her body to the side until she is performing a vertical split for her, his cock driving into her spread pussy as she balances on one leg. Then, he spins her around the rest of the way, taking hold of her hips to support her back against the stone in a somewhat unorthodox standing missionary position. The open front of her top is facing him now, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm of their lovemaking as he lifts her by the waist and drops her down on his shaft with each thrust. Glancing down at the edge of her skirt, he can see her stomach shift above the well-groomed strip of pubic hair as he slams into her. He feels himself growing close, the pressure inside of him pushing toward the point of no return as his aching balls pull tight against his body. Wanting to make his move, he leans in over her small body and brings his face close to hers… only to meet an icy glare from her sapphire eyes. It seems he’s not as in control of the moment as her body led him to believe. “Don’t get any bright ideas, kid. Now finish up, I’m almost there again.” Rebuked, he backs off and gives his full attention to her hips, manipulating the smaller woman in his arms as if she was little more than a doll. He throws his head back, cold sweat dripping from his brow, striving to complete his duty and make her cum once more. Only when he feels her shudder once more below him and a hot discharge of fluid squirt across the stomach of his uniform does he afford himself the luxury of an orgasm, slipping from within her to thrust as the open air as his cock jumps and expels a thick rope of semen across her exposed chest. The second and third pulse of cum land across her bitten lip and the polished lens of her glasses before he can redirect his manhood away from her body to finish up among the dust and sand of the Ul'dah badlands. Captain Gwyn lowers herself from his arms, already straightening out her uniform as she wipes her glasses clean. Even with her top closed and skirt in place, the mess of sticky semen and her soaked socks and boots leave little to the imagination regarding what happened out here tonight. “Aaah, that wasn’t half bad. Glad to see you’ve got some fight in you. Some nice moves, too. Keep that up and you’ll find yourself at the top of the class.” She smiles sweetly at the ragged, sweaty recruit, not giving him any time to catch his breath after his vigorous workout. “Oh, and you still need to finish your watch duty. We can’t have you skipping out on field studies just because of your… extracurriculars. And since you went and made such a mess of me again , how about I put you on laundry duty for tomorrow morning as well? We wouldn’t want anyone else discovering my uniform covered in your -ahem- exertions. Although maybe you’d like the other troops to find yours covered in mine? Ohoho, I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about us by now. Best keep them that way, though - rumors. Aaanyway, good luck out here and don’t catch cold! The safety of the camp and caravan depends on you !” As she passes the young man on her way back to camp she pauses just long enough to lean upon tiptoes and plant a small peck on his cheek, leaving a small blue mark on his sweat-streaked skin before strolling off, a tune on her lips.

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Chapter 0 - Is It Okay To Fuck Your Friends In A Dungeon?

Three figures stand in the early morning light. Today, they are adventurers - on a quest for a mysterious patron to retrieve an object of great value from deep within the dungeon before them, its large brass doors looming within an arch of smooth stone set into the side of a mountain some hike from the city. Embossed across the dull orange metal of the portal is a peculiar mural, that of a chain of people caught in the throes of ecstasy, a procession of pleasure circling a central figure of a female in the midst of enjoying her body to the sights surrounding her. The keyhole appears to lie directly between her open legs. E, the shortest of the trio and the only male, draws a large key in matching brass from his belt while unleashing a weary sigh.  “Yup, I told you two: our client was definitely an incubus. An old one, at that.”, he states flatly, inserting the obscene, phallus-shaped key into the waiting hole. “I hate incubi.”, he mutters under his breath as the door swings open slowly to reveal a set of marble stairs descending underground. “Aww don’t be like that, E!”, his blonde companion speaks. “You already spend all day around me, what can an incubus do to you that I can’t?”, she teases, stifling a giggle. E’s response is stern in that special way only close friends can be with each other: “It is precisely the things you can do that worry me, Rebby. Now focus up and let’s get paid so I can restock my lab. The client said ‘we’d know it when we see it’, whatever that means. At least nothing in here should kill us, according to his intel. What’s the worst that can happen?” “The worst thing that can happen, E…”, Rebby smiles, slapping him on the back before flicking on an alchemical light and heading down into the complex, “...is that you might enjoy yourself. Now let’s go! Agness?” The third among them, another succubus blessed with delicate black horns twisting through burnished orange hair, giggles excitedly before blowing past a facepalming E and down into the dungeon. “Revise that: I hate incubi and succubi.”, he sighs again, before heading after his companions. The opening corridors of the complex are typical enough, consisting of hewn stone and the occasional corner or wooden doorway. What does set the dungeon apart from most of the locations previously explored by E and his companions is the abundance of bawdy carvings and statues lining the walls, in tandem with suspicious cleanliness and care given to keeping the location free of dust. Even the doors and other furniture strewn about the rooms seem to be oiled down and polished on a regular basis, with the velvet cushions placed on each chair showing no signs of age.  “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say we were in the basement of a castle or something.”, E mutters to himself, casting his light down the empty hall ahead of them. “Seriously, E. Do you think some decrepit old Incubus hired us to go and take a tour of his wine cellar? He probably lost his magic cock ring or something to some horrible trap down here and now he’s too lazy to get it himself.”, Rebby chides, her nerves grated by his caution. “Take a look up there, doesn’t that look promising?” Looking ahead, the shadows seem to spread out as the walls open up into a large chamber, likely over fifty feet on each side by E’s estimation. A door can be seen at the far end, a statue of a slender figure on its knees set before it. As the trio steps forth to examine them closer, a loud thud, click, whir can be heard echoing through the chamber as a thick brass portcullis falls over the entryway, trapping them within. The startled sounds of surprise from the adventurers are quickly drowned out by an insistent hissing noise as a gaseous, pink-hued substance is released from several concealed vents in billowing, glittering clouds. The gas appears to cause a slight acceleration of the heart rate and a tightening in his trousers as his cock threatens an erection. With no small measure of concern, E strides quickly to the door to find it locked (of course), and emblazoned with a message embossed across delicate scrollwork: If you wish to Proceed, offer your Seed to the Receiver. Suddenly, E sighs. That would explain why the statue is on its knees with its mouth open, ready and waiting. “I swear, this dungeon.” Turning back to his companions to explain the situation, he finds them handling the effects of the vapor far worse than he is… Already the two succubi have locked lips, wrapping their arms around each other as they seek to grope and rub every curve, every dip of their bodies as they make out with shameless abandon. Under the effects of an aphrodisiac vapor, E surmises, which would explain why his chemical-hardened constitution is not nearly as susceptible as the two perpetually horny demons. Still, just because he is resistant does not make him immune… and the site of his two traveling companions writhing in each other’s arms is more than enough to set his libido to boiling and his member to full mast. More to relieve the pressure growing in his mind and body more than anything else, E reaches into his trousers with measure nonchalance and frees his throbbing cock from its prison before beginning to work the shaft to the display of skinship before him.  “Do you see that, Agness dear?” Rebby coos, breaking away from the other succubus to watch E slowly stroke his impressive inches, her pupils fixated on the bobbing dollop of precum perched upon his swollen head. “I think the stubborn old scientist would like to join in, don’t you think?” Agness giggles an affirmative as the two of them skip over to their chosen target, dropping to their knees before him. “Give us a taste, pleaaase~ ”, Agness asks, her words slurred and eyes unfocused as she lets her tongue fall loose from her open mouth. “Now now…”, E begins, raising his hands in protest even as his penis bolts upright at the sight laid before him. “I was only going to make an offering to-ah!” His protests are cut off as Rebby reaches and out to gather his weighty balls from behind, lifting them up and forward as she squeezes the base of his shaft with the same hand. “Shut up and enjoy something for once.”, she states flatly, before guiding his cock toward Agness’s waiting mouth, past her lips, her tongue, and into the back of her throat.  The pair of them take turns stroking, licking, sucking, swallowing E’s turgid member, a decadent and blissful treatment which would be difficult to endure even without the effects of an aphrodisiac gas addling the mind. The combined assault of their hands, their lips, their tongues across every last glistening inch of him is too much, and as E clenches his fists and looks down to warn them to back off, he is met with the perfect sight of Rebby glancing up at him through half-lidded eyes, her cheeks pulled in as she provides a rhythmic suction to his glans in tandem with stimulation from her wriggling tongue. Further down, Agness is only visible as a shock of bright orange hair between his legs as massages his testicles wholly in her mouth, softly moaning all the while. He has no choice but to cum. Rebby’s eyes shoot wide as the throbbing of his cock pulses rope after rope of thick, chewy semen directly into her mouth, and she begins to swallow his seemingly endless deposit of seed greedily, even as it overflows past her lips, splattering down to the flagstones below for the dazed and sweaty Agness to take note of and begin lapping up with the broad side of her tongue. When E is at last spent, he collapses back on his haunches with a groan, as Rebby bubbles with delighted laughter at the joy of her meal before drawing Agness back to her lips to swap the remains of his load between them. “I, I… I was saving that, you know… I need to offer my seed to the ‘Receiver’, which I believe is that statue there… Haaah, you know… so we can escape?!”, he manages to pant, collecting his senses. “Well why didn’t you say so, silly! We’ll just have to… try again, won’t we?” Rebby teases, her tone low and conspiratorial as she leans forward, crawling across the floor toward his lap. E isn’t sure if two succubi were the perfect choice or the worst choice to head into a sex dungeon with… Some time later, the party stumbles into a new chamber bedecked in obsidian carvings depicting wild, undulating patterns twisting in and out of each other in an impossible fashion. The decor perhaps would have given the party more pause in their right minds, but the effect of the prior trap’s aphrodisiac still hangs like a heady fog around them, dulling their senses and calling a flush to rise across their features. Even the stoic E is beginning to feel addled, the repeated draining of his cock earlier doing little to help his flagging energy levels. If only they could find a safe chamber to rest in soon… Wait, what’s that? All thoughts of rest and recuperation fly from the scientist’s thoughts as he spots a hand-carved tablet perched upon a dais of dark stone in the center of the room. A clue to this place’s purpose, perhaps? The target of their quest? His curiosity piqued, E rushes toward the altar as he begins to pull out a collection of reference books from his pack, along with some parchment and a charcoal writing utensil. “Ah, yes… I have seen this script before, or at least a form of it… If I have the vowels correct, this passage should read ‘Klaatu… barada… nikto…’”, E mutters to himself, utterly absorbed in ancient text scrawled before him as he flips through a reference book in one hand and jots down notes with the other as he continues to read the twisting runes as best he can. Stumbling up behind with Agness leaning on her shoulder, the cum-drunk Rebby inhales in preparation to protest E’s academic curiosity only to find herself and her succubus friend whisked away to some strange dimension as he begins his recitation of the tablet’s words. Rebby cries out in panic, grabbing at Agness as the two of them turn weightlessly in a void of coruscating colors and distant stars, but no sound escapes her lips. Uncoupled from reality as they know it, the pair is helpless to resist as a network of scintillating portals appears around them, disgorging a frightening array of seeking, slippery tentacles. The incomprehensible appendages quickly take hold of the two women, wrapping and writhing around their bodies, rotating them in space as they slip underneath armor, clothing, running under arms, between sweat-streaked breasts, brushing up against their inner thighs, hungry for the heat of their beings. Wordless and inexorable, the tentacles find their way inside of Rebby and Agness, parting lips, spreading legs, pushing insistently against clenched exits as they feed their pulsing, rubbery length to ravage deep within them. Assaulted at every orifice, tumbling through time and space, barely able to keep each other in sight as they serve as toys for some eldritch, alien whim, the two of them are brought to orgasm again and again, an agonizing, shuddering silence as their fluids drift away from their bodies to mingle with the syrupy seed being deposited within them with each thrust of the unknowable entities.  “Otkin, adarab, utaalk!”, E intones, closing out the tablet with an inversion of the opening phrase. There is a crash behind him, and he whips around to see his companions gasping for air in a heap on the floor, coughing and sputtering great gobs of thick fluid from their throats as the same substance leaks copiously from between their legs. “What the…? What happened to you?! I turn my back for a few seconds, and-”, he begins to question, before a slime-coated Rebby holds up her hand to shush him. “A few -cough- seconds, E?! For us, an eternity just passed… or at least it felt like an eternity, caught in the infinite grip of an alien sex fiend. Okay, maybe it felt like an hour or two… Still, maybe you should -cough cough- THINK next time before reading off of any old ancient text in a dungeon?! I can’t fuckin’ believe you. If my knees weren’t weak from cumming on a cosmic scale I swear I’d, I’d-”. Rebby shakes her fist halfheartedly at E as he scratches his chin. “You know, now that you mention it the structure of the passage did have some commonalities with ancient summoning rituals. Thanks for confirming my theory, you two. Now how about we get some rest… outside the eldritch nightmare chamber, hmm? I think we all need a bit of R&R from this place.” Rebby merely glares at him before throwing up her middle finger and helping Agness to her feet... A short rest, a breaking of bread, an attempt to adjust clothing and clean assorted fluids later, and the party of three is ready to set off once more, deeper still into the strange dungeon assigned by their patron back in town. Just as E prepares to take his first step down the next corridor, Agness puffs out her chest, declaring: “You know what? I’m not going to let any more traps have their way with me. I’m the one who’s going to do the fucking from here on out!” Having said her piece, the red-headed succubus brings her hands to her pelvis to make a series of arcane gestures which summon forth a brief purple light and, in their wake, a penis of her own to rise thick and throbbing before her hips.  “There we go! Might make walking a bit awkward, but if I can’t find a use for it down here Rebby will always do.”, she giggles. Rebby chuckles in response, “If you two are still hungry after our little meal I wouldn’t mind you two making a sandwich out of me, heh.” E only heaves his shoulders, doing a poor job of ignoring the mental image of Rebby spitroasted between them. “Can you two please focus? I want to get out of this place and back to my lab as soon as possible.” Rebby scoffs, teasing: “Ooh, I’ve never known you to be scared of a dungeon before, let alone a sexy one.” He shoots her a sideways glance as they proceed down the hall. “It’s not that. This place has given me some new elixir ideas, is all.” Rebby sticks out her tongue. “Pfft, nerd.” “Alright that’s enough, you two! Either fuck it out or get out of my way!”, Agness calls, charging past the two of them and down the corridor before rounding a corner. A few moments later, the sound of her squealing in alarm rings down the hallway, causing E and Rebby to pick up the pace after her. Rounding the corner, they are greeted with a most unusual sight: Agness, her back toward them, is suspended in midair. Her arms and legs pump as if in slow motion, while she cranes her neck backward, away from something , as she gasps for air. “H-help! I’m stuck in… something! It’s thick and warm, eeew!!!” E squints his eyes and swings his light around, taking a closer look at the area around Agness. “Wait a second!”, he exclaims. “There’s something in the hallway… like some sort of transparent ooze or gelatinous cube. Don’t touch it, Rebby.” She nods as the two of them observe Agness’s plight closely, trying to formulate a plan to pull her free, when… she falls to the floor, landing on her butt with a thud. Rebby snickers. The ooze appears to have pulled away from its prey, shrinking away from the walls as it grows smaller, tighter, becoming more opaque as it condenses down before their eyes. Once the cube is a little over five feet tall, it splits in two down the middle, and each half slowly blubbers and blobs into a softly detailed feminine humanoid figure. A light grows within each as they begin to luminesce faintly, illuminating the corridor in a myriad of shifting hues. “Oh…”, Agness mutters softly, taken in by their beauty, all traces of her panic wiped from her face. “Oh! Oh my!” The two slime maidens kneel down beside her, wordless, as one dives straight between her legs to envelop her cock with the thick, slippery ooze where its mouth would be. Agness’s eyelids flutter at the sensation of her supernatural erection being engulfed completely in cloying slime, visible within the transparent head and throat of the entity swallowing her as it softly vibrates around her shaft, emitting a soft cooing sound. The other of the two takes the time to work its way to her chest, pushing its amorphous hands against her body to spread across her skin, her firm nipples cutting a wake through the soft slime as it slides across her breasts. Agness moans as the gelatinous ladies push her down onto her back. Keeping the succubus’s twitching cock engulfed all the while, the one giving its best facsimile of fellatio inverts its form as it shifts its mass up and forward before reforming as a woman once again - only now, Agness’s swollen member is buried within the jelly folds of her pussy, visible as it throbs within her stomach. “Oh fuck!”, Agness cries, as the slime girl mounted on her lap begins to bounce itself up and down, its body jiggling obscenely as it loudly slaps and claps each time it slams down on the entire length of the redhead’s monstrous member. It takes what little mental fortitude the gassed and assaulted Rebby has left to drag her eyes away from the sight as she attempts to make eye contact with E only to find her eyes drawn to the straining bulge in his trousers instead. She cannot remember what she wanted to say… it all seems unimportant in the face of her desire to get off with her companions - and get them off, if they are being stubborn. She swings herself in front of E, one hand already between her legs to work at her dripping cunt as she fishes the other down behind his belt to pull his cock loose. His breath quickens as her fingers dance deftly across his shaft, tracing the pattern of thick veins before tickling and teasing the taut skin beneath his head. He does not protest as she brings her body close to his, resting her face in the crook of his neck to kiss and nibble at his flesh, whispering in his ear, “I know you want to watch, hun. Just enjoy it…”, as she continues stimulating the both of them. E watches, half due to scientific curiosity and half due to his skyrocketing libido, as Agness is serviced by the two slime girls, finding the sight of their transparent bodies simulate a variety of human organs and orifices as they work their way across and inside of every inch of the succubus’s body to be utterly transfixing. The way their colors briefly mix where they touch, their forms connecting as one before separating again to attack different zones of Agness’s squirming form, wrapping around her aching cock one moment before coalescing a firm gel phallus of their own to plunge inside of her holes, offering a glimpse of her pink insides through their transparent forms. How they produce such gentle whirring noises through the vibration of their bodies to undercut their target’s rising moans. He watches in fascination as Agness’s hip buck once, twice, three times as she cums at last, her cum cutting pearlescent white lines to hang suspended in the stomach of the girl riding her cock. “Mm… I want to see you take a turn, E.”, Rebby urges, her voice breathy and low in his ear as she pushes him practically cock-first toward the writhing semisolid pile of bodies. He allows himself to admit to a measure of professional curiosity as the first one steps over to him, cocking her expressionless head before morphing her form to face the opposite direction - pointing her ass out toward his eagerly bouncing cock as her hands and chest slap against the stone wall to support herself in a standing doggy position. “Absolutely fascinating.”, he groans, sinking his hands through the back of her shoulders to lay flat against the same wall as he thrusts himself into the thick, warm jelly of her. As he feels the arms of the other creature wrap around him from behind, slimy and smooth, he lets his mind go blank as he revels in the light and stimulation of them both, moaning as they drain his seed, heedless of the commotion behind him as Agness catches her second wind and work’s Rebby’s flushed cunt against the opposite wall.  A few loads later, and the weary trio is quite spent and in dangerous proximity to dehydration. They collapse in a pile, willing to rest again a while, alone once again but for the stain of slimy semen left behind on the floor where the two slime girls, satisfied and satiated, slipped down through the cracks with naught but a wink and a silent blown kiss. “Reminder: Breed ooze maids in lab.”, E mumbles to himself, before passing out amongst his disheveled companions. One sticky nap later, the trio of adventurers find the air growing increasingly thick with a sparkling pink miasma, the same vapor which confronted them at the start of their journey. “Keep your wits about you, now. It isn’t harmful - I think- but we don’t need any more ‘distractions’. Based on the density of the aphrodisiac, I imagine we must be approaching the heart of this place.” E cautions, pulling his collar close around his face in a futile effort to screen as much of the arousing toxin from his lungs. Perhaps it is absorbed through the skin, he muses wryly to himself, making a mental note to make a physical note later. As if to confirm his guess, the next turn in the corridor reveals a splendid brass door at the far end, fashioned in an identical manner to the dungeon’s entrance. Opting for the most obvious solution first, E brandishes the incubus’s key and unlocks the portal with ease, swinging it open to reveal a magnificent, stately bedchamber within. Low light pours from a number of hooded lanterns ringing the chamber, scattering throughout the pink haze wafting through the air. Furnishing the room is a massive four-poster bed bedecked in silk and cushion. A small end table of oiled wood bears a small golden chest, and the walls display all manner of fetish gear and sexual paraphernalia from whips and collars to plugs and hooks and beads of all sizes. No other entrances or exits are visible. As Rebby skips over to the bed with a gleeful cry, eager to play, the last of E’s mental barriers gives way to the weight of this place’s enchanting atmosphere. “If you can’t beat them, join them.”, he says, stepping up to embrace Agness from behind as he presses his hard shaft between the soft curves of her ass. “Finally coming around, E?”, Agness says sweetly, glancing over her shoulder as she reaches behind her back to free his straining cock with deft hands. “‘Tis better to be willing than unwilling, or something like that.”, he replies, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat as he runs his hands down Agness’s body in a brief tour from breasts to butt before bending her over the edge of the mattress and spreading her pretty pink pussy with the swollen head of his cock and plunging himself inside of her. “Now this is what I call I show.”, Rebby exclaims, clambering up onto the bed to nestle amongst the cushions with her legs spread and hands free to touch herself to the sight of Agness getting rutted like a common whore only a few feet away. Just as she begins to bring her hands down, however, there is a sudden whistling sound as bands of silk shoot out from each corner of the bed frame, moving through the air of their own accord with a snakelike swiftness as they bind themselves around Rebby’s wrists and ankles before pulling taut, spreading her flat on the bed, helpless.  The buxom blonde squirms in protest, her tender cunt begging for attention as she is forced to lay there and watch as Agness’s eyes roll back her head, her tongue hanging loose as she squirts freely against the footboard, moaning for E to fuck her hard and faster. Replying with a grunt, he accelerates his pace, slamming the full length of him into her sopping wet pussy as his heavy balls slap against her thighs with each stroke, sending a shock through his body as he drives himself closer and closer to orgasm.  As Rebby watches, E gropes at Agness’s chest from behind, squeezing and kneading her exquisite, ample breasts as he pulls her upright against his chest, his iron grip working its way up to her throat and grasps it with gentle yet insistent pressure. Agness gasps, her voice reedy and ragged as she cries out “Ohhh fuck yes! I’m coming, I’m cominggg~!”, body heaving and legs quaking as she squirts violently, gushing across the bed and Rebby’s restrained form, soaking her utterly from her feet to her face as she pants and begs for release, to touch or be touched. “What a pretty sight…”, Agness remarks, her cheeks flushed and words slurred as she glances glassy-eyed at the pained expression on Rebby’s dripping face. Clambering away from E and his still-eager erection, Agness crosses the bed on all fours until she straddles Rebby’s chest - a perfect position to summon her cock between her fellow succubus’s parted lips and guide it deep into her throat. Thus mounted, Agness takes hold of the headboard before her, using the leverage to bounce her body up and down, fucking Rebby’s face thoroughly and completely as she writhes and sputters beneath her.  In E’s drug-addled mind, he only has one goal: to cum, and cum again. He makes his way over to Rebby, uncaring of who he fucks, hungry only to feel warm flesh wrap around his throbbing dick as he claims the closest hole. The sight of her stomach shifting as his massive member claims her dripping cunt gives no small amount of satisfaction to the beast now in charge of his brain, and he takes great delight ravaging her in tandem with Agness, their powerful cocks claiming Rebby’s holes for their own as they dump load after load into her body, using her up like a plaything whose only purpose is to drain them dry. None of them are sure how long they have spent in the bedroom. Hours? Days? At some point, Rebby was released from her bindings after cumming for the dozenth time, freeing her to participate in their insatiable threesome far more actively, making use of her hands, her tongue, her feet and thighs and breasts, putting every element of her body to work until the mattress was soaked through with the fruits of their labors. For however long it was, E is able to come to his senses shortly after dropping another load deep in Rebby’s gaping asshole. As the post-nut clarity sets in, he takes notice of the fact that all the pink mist appears to be cleared from the room and, although the sight of Agness having another round with Rebby’s cum-soaked tits is enough to send a spark of arousal through him, the animal compulsion that marked the earlier carnal carnival is gone. “Some trap.”, he grunts, shaking his head as he looks around the room once more, leaving the pair of succubi to their devices. The golden chest beside the bed catches his eye, the only item in the room designed to hide something. “We’ll know it when we see it, huh?”, he wonders at their patron’s words, walking over to the gilded box to find it unlocked. This simplifies things, he thinks to himself, raising the lid to reveal a plush velvet interior, and…. nothing. Well, nothing that would indicate any sort of treasure, at least. Merely a handwritten note pinned to the underside of the lid, reading: “You three looked like you could use a little stress relief. I hope you had a good time. Keep the key and come again next time you need to unwind!” E shuts the lid, his hands shaking, utterly unnoticed by his two weaker-willed companions still in the throes of supernatural lust. This whole dungeon, this whole quest… it was all the game of some meddling sex demon? He sighs. “I hate incubi.”

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Chapter 0 - Chapter 0

                     Winds of Fate   TAGS: Straight sex, Fire Emblem, outdoors, blowjob   (This Fic is a smutfic that takes place in a world where corrin gets sent to the world of Elibe with Lyn instead of his home world after the events of Fire Emblem: Warriors)   It was a bright and sunny day as the young lord Corrin and Lady Lyn were trekking through the forest on their way towards Ilia Temple, where a portal to other worlds lay. This portal was key to Corrin’s return to his world.   “I wanted to thank you for helping me around this world, Lyn,” said Corrin, “You’ve been a great help.”   “It’s no problem to me, I’ve actually quite enjoyed it.” Lyn sheepishly looked towards the ground and crossed her arms. “Since we are almost to the portal back to Hoshido, there’s actually something that I have wanted us to do together before you leave…”   Corrin turned towards the swordswoman, and inquisitively furrowed his brow. He thought about what they had talked about in the recent past and nothing came to mind. “ Maybe it’s a Sacaen tradition, I’m new to this world and it’s probably something that I don’t know about,” he thought.   Lyn’s eyes were darting about, unable to meet Corrin’s eyes. Her face was starting to blush as well. After finally working herself up to speaking, she stammered. “W-We’ve gotten very cl-close over the last while… and since we may not be together for much longer… I wanted to show that I….. care for you. I… want to become one with you and… have s-sex.” The last half of the final sentence was almost whispered.   With quivering lips and eyes full of determination and embarrassment, Lyn looked up at her friend. “So please, do with me as you will. I want to make our last few days together memorable for both of us!”   Corrin looked at the fiery-spirited woman and finally understood her feelings. He too had felt a closeness that only seemed to grow stronger as their journey lengthened. “If that’s what you want, then let’s do it. But where shall we… you know?”   Lyn began stripping her clothes off, she looked Corrin dead in the eye and replied. “Mother Earth and Father Sky gave us the outdoors before we developed houses. My ancestors used to do this kind of thing like this all the time. If they can do it, why can't we?”   Seeing no reason as to disagree with her, Corrin decided to follow her lead and strip as well. As the two removed their clothing, they both got more and more embarrassed as more of their partners’ skin was exposed. After both were naked, they moved towards each other and began kissing and feeling the body of the other.   Seconds passed. Minutes passed. But time meant nothing to them for they were together. Eventually Lyn moved down Corrin’s body and stopped squatting when her face was next to his penis. He was erect, and his penis was a large one; 8 inches long and possessing above average girth.   “My Grandfather’s handmaidens taught me how to please a man for when I was married off to another Lycian noble. I hope what I know is enough to make you feel good.”   Lyn punctuated her statement by enveloping Corrin’s dick with her breasts and rubbing them up and down while sucking it. This act was immediately rewarded with groans of pleasure from Corrin.    “Lyn, this feels amazing!” Corrin had suddenly felt weak in his knees and almost fell over because of Lyn’s technique. Taking a break from her blowjob, Lyn replied, “I’m glad.”   The blowjob continued for a couple minutes before both lovers felt that Corrins penis was swelling.  “I’m gonna cum soon!” exclaimed Corrin between moans of pleasure while Lyn prepared herself for his load. A few seconds later Corrin hit his climax and released strands of pure white cum into her mouth. He came so much that Lyn had to swallow more than once to get it all down, then she gasped for air.   “That tasted very good Corrin, I hope you liked my blowjob.” Lyn gasped.   “You were amazing! I’ve never felt so good!”   Lyn hesitated for a moment, gathered herself and announced, “Now that we’re done with the foreplay, let’s get onto the main event.” She walked over to the nearest tree, leaned on it, propped herself on its side, and spread her legs wide. “Take me, I’m yours.”   Corrin ambled his way through the field to where Lyn was and hugged her from behind. “Thank you Lyn, I love you.” With that said, Corrin lined his penis up to her dripping, wet pussy and inserted it with a quick thrust.   “My god, your pussy is so warm and tight! My penis is melting!”   “Holy ffffuucckk! Your dick is so big!”   The two were as one, man and woman, lover and lover. Corrin kept thrusting, harder each time and his pleasure also increased with each thrust. In no time at all, he and Lyn were both moaning their pleasure with great volume. After a while the two lovers were both about to orgasm.   “Corrin… I’m gonna cum!”   “Me too! Going...Cumming!”   Corrin released his second load of the day directly inside his lover’s womb, which in turn prompted her to climax as well. Lyn’s walls clamped down on Corrin’s dick increasing his pleasure tenfold.   They both stood there, basking in the afterglow of their moment. After what seemed an eternity, Corrin finally removed his dick from Lyn’s pussy; prompting a trickle of his seed to flow from her womb.   “Lyn?”   “Yeah?”   “I wanted to say thank you for this. And also, that I don’t think we need to go home. I love you, and I don’t want to ever leave you.”   In tears, Lyn gazed into the eyes of the man she had spent months at his side in battle, and had tried to help him reach his homeland. She saw the man who had confessed his love for her, who shared her feelings.   “Yes, let’s always be together. I’ll never leave your side.”

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Chapter 0 - Letting Off Some Steam

The sun had long set by the time Gwyn was finished devising the practice regime for the latest batch of Immortal Flame recruits. How was she supposed to know that a lifetime of fighting as a professional soldier was going to land her so much paperwork? She moved the stack of parchment pages over to the corner of her desk with a sigh, her chair creaking gently as she leans back and closes her eyes for a brief rest. She loves her library well enough, but toiling away by candlelight for so long sure takes a toll. Gwyn removes her glasses carefully before digging the heels of her palms into her weary eye to massage the strain away. This season’s recruits weren’t bad , per se, but they were all almost entirely unimpressive. Not like back in her day, she thinks to herself with a smirk. Still, there were a few among the male recruits who seemed pretty solid: strong, able-bodied young men full of promise and bottomless determination. Career-seekers, the kind of headstrong, toned, firm soldiers who- “Agh, I’m getting distracted again! Can’t believe I let a bunch of greenhorns get me all hot and bothered again…” , she mumbles to herself out loud. She’s alone in her library, a fact her body is becoming increasingly, painfully aware of. On one hand, she can’t really stand the naivete and foolishness of new recruits, but on the other hand… that same youthful determination and martial training meant that they were perfect toys for a fling. A strong, enthusiastic lad who knows how to take orders and just won’t quit… “Aaahhh…” Already her hands are wandering across her body slender body, tugging at he drawstrings keeping her white top tight across her chest, playing at the edge of her skirt, feeling the heat rising between her legs and in her breast. Pulling the front of her shirt open and letting her pert, petite breasts breath in the warm air of the dim library elicits another sign of relief from her delicate lips, and a flush climbs slowly up her lightly-tanned cheeks to stain them a pale red in contrast with cool blue highlights of her hair. Her legs stretch out under the broad desk and her stocking-clad toes curl within her heels as her other hand continues climbing between her legs, drawing her skirt up with it until her panties, steaming and damp beneath sheer pantyhose, are exposed to the pile of parchment pages laying neatly on the table. She closes her eyes again, imagining her hands are instead those of a strong, strapping young recruit, exploring her seasoned body and the impressive tone of her own muscles as part of yet another training lesson. She bites her lip as she brings her imaginary lover’s arms up to cup her soft chest, kneading her small breasts and playing at the erect nubs of her nipples as her hips writhe and gyrate unconsciously within the creaking office seat. “Mmm, that’s good… now trace around the outside with your fingertips, tease them just enough before giving them a firm pinch to remind them you’re in charge… Aahn, just like that!” Her murmured dirty talk rises to a moaning crescendo as she pinches her pretty pink nipples firmly, tugging on the slight swell of her breasts and pushing her thighs together to squeeze her wet arousal between her legs and cause a wave of pleasure to wash over her body from above and below. The sensation breaks in the middle, eliciting a small shudder from her firm, battle-forged body that leaves her panting lightly in the still air of the basement. “Fffuck, that felt good.”, she states to no one in particular before spreading her legs once more and probing between them to feel the slick wetness leaking through her lace panties. “Guess I’ve got no choice but to go all the way, eh? Work sure is hard…” Gwyn’s fingers slip right up to the waistband of her skirt before doubling back beneath the lacy edge of her panties, creating a small mound beneath her stockings as she cups her palm mere millimeters above the flushed, moist folds of her arousal. Skin brushes against skin, and she shudders again at the tingle of pleasure it elicits. Slowly, she lets the delicate tips of her middle and ring fingers curl inward and penetrate the slick entrance of her steaming pussy. An unrestrained moan leaps past her lips, and her other hand jumps reflexively back to her tender breast to play with them once more. Her fingers push deep inside her, and her hips rise as her firm ass flexes in response. She lets the soft heel of her palm push gently against the firm little clit poking out from its bright pink hood, running her hand in small circles against it as she increases the pace of her finger fucking. Soon, a chorus of wet smacking sounds and sharp moans fills the room, as she transitions into a furious attack on her most private parts. The urgent tension between her legs builds, swelling to a crescendo until it seems to fill her core completely as she masturbates without restraint in the small library space, working her fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy as she tugs at her nipples and cries out in unfiltered pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck, oh fuck, oh yes, I’m cumming!!! ” The mounting pressure finally snaps within her, sending a series of waves throughout her body. She rocks back and forth, adding the creak of the chair and the splash of her squirting to the symphony of sounds. Her voice trails off into a long, whining moan as she continues fucking herself, cresting each wave of pleasure to bring an aftershock of smaller orgasms in its wake. Riding out the ordeal for what feels like a blissful eternity, she finally collapses into the soaked chair, spent and heaving. It is only after spending some time to catch her breath that she notices the pile of parchments was knocked from her desk in her writhing and scattered to the floor. A few of the pages were caught in the splash zone, including the muscular young recruit from her fantasy. “Damn, haaah, I hope that’ll dry out fine… Ah, I should probably find a towel or something…” With another sigh, much more soft than weary, she lifts herself from her chair and begins to adjust her work clothes into something approximating presentable, hoping the length of her skirt will hide the deep wet stains between her legs. She taps her chin in thought, wondering if it is worth grabbing a new pair of underwear while she’s up. “Ahh, darn. It’s always something, isn’t it. Now where did I put that towel?”

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Chapter 1 - Party of Death

“Come on! You’ll definitely enjoy it Clara!” My best friend, Katie, raced ahead of me towards the college dorms/entertainment center, where an end of year party was scheduled to begin soon. “Besides, anything to relax after finals, right?”   I sighed, then picked up my pace. I was reluctant to go these sorts of parties, as they have a notoriety of being much less than modest. It was only because Katie badgered me for two weeks straight to come; even then, it was only after I passed my sophomore finales that i finally agreed. In truth, I was ready for a break; less work, no teachers, and no one hitting on me after class.   “What the heck, I may as well try to have fun.” Now thoroughly excited, I ran after Katie, who had reached the door and was motioning me inside. I walked through the door, and immediately stopped as if I had hit a wall. In a sense, i had, because what my eyes lay upon was enough to cause my stomach to churn. Naked students were everywhere, both male and female. But what really made me sick was the myriad number of instruments of death that were laid about.   Knives, swords, guns, lighters, buzzsaws, and hammers were only the start. Grills, a fire pit, a guillotine, and even a small electric generator had been placed near the walls in perfect organization. Students had set up bags in order to clean up even the most gruesome pile of waste. At the far end of the room, was an object covered with a tarp, and the student council president, Lana, was standing next to it, her naked tanned body contrasting perfectly with her blond hair. She lifted her microphone to her lips and began to speak.   “Thank you all for coming!” Some cheers echoed in the back of the crowd listening to her. “ Some of you may not know what we are doing tonight, allow me to explain. This is a college sex party. ‘But why all the weapons?’ you may ask. Because this is not just a sex party, but a death party. For many of you, it may be the last party you ever attend, myself included. I wanted to thank Katie for introducing me to this idea; Thank you Katie!”   “You did this!?’ I whispered to her.   “What can i say? I thought It was a hot idea. Besides, some people here were going to commit suicide soon so they might as well go out having fun.”   Our conversation ended just as the council president got near the end of her speech. I thought, “Okay, i can hang around for a few minutes, ask to use the bathroom, then sneak out and go to the police. Im ok.” I was growing more scared by the second, and my plan helped me focus, but that didn't last long.   “-And don’t even think about trying to leave early, as the locked doors ensure that no one will leave before this party is over in the morning. You won’t die if you don’t want to, but you aren’t leaving.” She smiled and looked straight at me, as though she knew exactly what i had been thinking. Lara pointed at the tarp. “One lucky female will be chosen to be killer queen. To start this momentous occasion, I will allow myself to be the first to die. I will be cooked on that grill over there and be served throughout the night along with any other volunteers.”   Her speech over, Lana strode over to the fire pit, confidence in her eyes. The student chef tied her limbs together, each joint folded as tight as possible, and lifted her up onto the prep table. He lathered her body with seasoning and oil and massaged every part of her body, and paid special attention to her nether regions and breasts. During this time, quite a few people were in various stages of masturbation, so moans of pleasure were common.   After the seasoning was finished, the chef carefully slid a meat thermometer into her vagina, and secured it. Finally, he took a spit roast rod and lined it up to her asshole. “This is it! I hope you enj-“ Lana’s final words were cut off when the rod was forcefully shoved into her ass and through her insides. Only seconds later, the rod protruded from Lana’s mouth, her eyes and tongue lolling about as blood poured from her holes, pooling on the table.   Both ends of the rod were picked up by the chef and a more than willing volunteer. Lara’s corpse was placed on the spitroast and began to cook.   “She’ll be done in a couple hours, just in time for the feast at 7:00. Now, one girl isn’t enough to feed over a hundred people. Do I have any other volunteers? Men are more than welcome as well! Well cool you up and people will enjoy eating you!”   About nine men and women volunteered and were summarily prepared in similar fashions. Soon, ten humans lay on cooking instruments, waiting to be finished cooking for the meal. People soon lost interest and began to walk off to other dying people.   Katie grabbed my hand and dragged my towards a now brewing crowd near the generator. A woman and a man were laying next to the generator, alligator clips attaching them to the electric device. The moment the man penetrated his lover’s vagina, another student turned the generator on, electrocuting them.   Steam was rising from their bodies, then smoke. As electricity coursed through them, the dying students were boiling then burning away, locked in both the pain of death and the bliss of love.   Not long after it began, it ended with the two corpses on the floor, still twitching from the electricity; and covered with jizz and squirt. I turned away, and promptly threw up. A few people looked at me, some gave looks of sympathy.   “How could people like this?! This is disgusting!” thought I. Suddenly, I heard a whoop of laughter from the other end of the room, a woman’s head rolled across the ground from where the sound came from, leaving a trail of blood and drool behind. A tall football player picked up the head and placed it neck first on his dick and began to use it to jack off. His penis pumped through her neck and his blood soaked tip could be seen poking through her mouth.   The player’s friend walked in front of him and drilled a hole in the forehead of the decapitated head. He then stuck his penis into the hole and started to fuck the dead brain. As the two got in sync, brains and blood dripped and oozed down their shafts, pooling on the floor below. One sorry guy slipped on it and fell over and cracked his skull on the tiled floor; he died instantly.   A woman and her lover eagerly took advantage of the corpse and pleasured themselves with it. The woman rode the penis and the man penetrated the corpse’s asshole. Soon enough, the both reached their climax and let the body be.   I came to my senses and looked about. Death everywhere. I then looked down to find my hands in my pussy, drenched. I flung my hands outward and looked at them in disgust; then I thought to myself, “What am I doing?! Do I… Like this? No… Really?”   I found my answer when a platter was driven in front of me, carrying Lara. Her tan skin was now golden brown, cooked to perfection. She had been chopped into many pieces of meat, only her head and breasts were intact. My pussy squirted onto the floor and my legs gave out. I began to think about this, and came to one conclusion: “I’m going to die tonight.”   After the tables were set for dinner, I looked about to find Katie, but I couldn’t find her. Moreover, the tarped object was missing. “Good for her! She got chosen. Now I really wonder what the title of ‘Killer Queen’ means.”   I couldn’t ponder much longer because dinner was served. I recirved Lara’s right breast, a penis, and part of an arm. The chef also gave me Lara’s uncooked head, cleaned.   Dinner started off well enough, until Mina, the student council Vice President, got too horny. Her futa penis was erect and she wanted something other than a hand to help it. Her girlfriend volunteered straight away, lined the dick up with her eye, and plunged forward. With a stifled scream, she bobbed up and down, getting off the vice president quite quickly. The girl went into shock and was killed to have fun with later.   Dinner was uneventful after that, and I discovered that human meat is the the most delicious thing ever, especially the breast. “Thank you Lara. You taste amazing and I wish you could be here to see this.” I declared to the head between bites.   When dinner finished, the Vice President stood up, still dripping gore and blood from her cock. She cleared her throat and spoke. “We announced earlier that once woman would have the pleasure of being our queen killer.. We chose Katie and she has informed me that she is ready. She has requested to come forward and meet her friend in front of us. Clara, would you please come forward?”   I strode forward to Mina, and the moment I reached there, I saw Katie come through the door, gun in hand.   “Katie?”   “Hey Clara. I heard you got into the festivities, you wanna have one last bout with me?”   “What do you mean?”   Katie hefted the gun, and said, “Killer Queen is essentially equivalent to prom queen, but with an added responsibility. I have to die, and I have to go out with a lover. I don’t love anyone but you. Will you be my partner?”   I began to cry, tears dripping down my face. “Of course! Thank you for bringing me here, I can’t think of any better way to die than to be with my best friend!”   Katie and I walked to each other and hugged. “Thanks.” said Katie as she kissed my lips. She raised her weapon to the back of my head and fired. Our lips kissing was the last feeling we had before the bullet raced from the barrel. Our brains were shredded in an instant by the lead screaming through us. The gore splattered everywhere onto the crown near us, but we were too dead to care. Our corpses crumpled to the floor, still intertwined.   Soon enough, our bodies were used to the pleasure of many a student. The party continued for several hours until dawn. Many people died that night, but they had fun doing it. All in all, not a bad way to go out. This was the start of the annual event known as..                           Death Party

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Chapter 0 - Hard Times in La Noscea

It should be an easy task for an adept Arcanist: locate the bandits’ camp, scare their members out of the local area, and take care of their leader, dead or alive. There was a sizeable sum of gil offered as a reward as well, but such concerns were secondary to Sapphira. The Au Ra woman finished reviewing the quest flier and carefully stuffed it back in her adventurer’s bag before picking herself up from the boulder of worn white seastone which served as a makeshift seat before stretching her road-weary body to its full extension. Her yellow eyes glinted under a pointed fringe of shiny smooth black hair, and her thin, delicate lips turned upward in an unrestrained grin at the prospects laid before her. Rarely did such perfect work come her way, and she relished the opportunity to step out of the Arcanists’ Guild and apply some of her practice on less theoretical targets. An excuse to poke around the local area, practice her magic, and do some good while at it? She could almost jump for joy, if not for her well-practiced and well-maintained facade of haughty detachment drilled into her scales by her comparatively affluent upbringing. Following a decent lead from Limsa Lominsa’s well-meaning but overworked militia, the Yellowjackets, Sapphira had gathered her traveling kit and spellbook before heading out of the city into the windswept rocks and hills of La Noscea. Vylbard’s southern region was dense with rocky outcroppings and sea cliffs, a beautiful land indeed but one packed with any number of potential spots for an outlaw group to take root, out of sight and mind but still within easy reach of main roads or with quick access to the sea for launching pirate raids. Finding the bandit camp had proven so far to be slow going, as Sapphira needed to travel with caution to evade the monsters populating the regions, Without a party to back her up in a fight she’d rather avoid unnecessary confrontation until the quest was taken care of. The Yellowjackets’ tip paid off partway through the second day of her quest, as Sapphira spotted a thin wisp of smoke emanating from a distant outcropping of boulders nestled on the horizon between rolling hills. “That must be them…”, she mutters under her breath, punctuating with the thought with a scoff. Leaving such an obvious sign pointing straight to their hideout? If they’re all as foolish as she’s imagining now, this quest is as good as done already. Stepping off the road a way, the slim Au Ra nestles under a nearby overhang and waits for nightfall, when she’ll make her move and catch them with their pants down. Dark magic in the dark of night; it’ll be just grand! Stifling a giggle, she steadies her breathing and begins her vigil, practicing arcane equations in her mind to pass the time. After a tense but ultimately uneventful wait, the sun finally settles on the horizon’s edge and then slips slowly beneath it. Night falls over the rocky hills of La Noscea, although the crags and grassy plateaus remain well-lit by a bright, pale moon already rising high in the cloudless sky. Time to make her move, the Au Ra adventurer thought to herself, emerge beneath to makeshift shelter of the overhang… and out into a semi-circle of blade-wielding bandits, stepping forth from behind nearby rocks and the scattered scrub brush to brandish spears and scimitars in her direction. The gang hems her in against the face of the overhang, tightening their gleaming, sharp-edged circle and leaving her no escape. Sapphira curses herself carelessness in her mind; of course a wanted group of bandits would be on the lookout for anyone coming to claim the price on their heads and be much more accustomed to scouting through the rocky terrain than some naive city guilder. She lifts both her hands and one of the bandits with a scarred face and hoop earrings thrusts his spear toward her in warning. “No sudden moves, girly. We’ll gut you at the first sign of any spellcasting, you hear?”, he growls, his voice rugged and practically caked in sea salt. Sapphira resumes her movement, much more slowly this time, and raises her hands above her head in surrender. How she would have liked to whip up a quick spell and take of them here and now, but the bristling array of glittering blades before her is an effective deterrent to such a foolhardy gamble. She’ll have to hope they drop their guard later and give her a chance to weave something to take out the entire gang at once. The bandits look on and leer, laughing quietly to themselves as Sapphira’s hands are bound behind her back by the scarred seadog who spoke earlier, and she is roughly hauled off in the direction of their camp. So much for a quick quest completion and easy gil… The trip back is harsh, as Sapphira is forced to scramble over rocks and through tangled grass with her hands tied tight. More than once she stumbles and falls, only to be roused to her feet by the firm prodding of a spear butt or a wrenching jerk of her arm by one of the bandits. By the time she makes it into their camp her outfit in scratched and torn, and all manner of minor bruises are beginning to bloom across her slender body and the scaled length of her tail. Torches planted outside of the bandits’ makeshift tents eat away at the moonlit darkness, casting a perimeter of dancing light around the camp. At the center of it all was a small clearing of beaten earth and trampled grass, host to a large fire which seemed to anchor the camp’s activity. Sapphira is dragged past the bandit’s sentries, her captors showing off their prize to as proof of a successful mission. As she approaches the center bonfire, she struggles to count how many figures she sees moving about, backlit by bright flame and shuffling into the various shelters to rouse their resting brethren. Word of her capture appears to be spreading quickly, and soon as many as three dozen outlaws are assembled in the camp center, running the gamut of Eorzea’s hardier races and covered in hardy muscle and vicious scars each. She was so naive to think she’d stand a chance against them all! Sapphira curses herself as much as the bandits for her predicament as one of her escorts delivers a swift, heavy kick to the back of her leg and forces her to her knees before the assembly. A deep, brassy voice booms over the chuckling and murmurs of the crowd, and the wall of man breaks formation to allow one of them to step forward and address Sapphira and all: “Gentlemen! It appears we have ourselves a special guest tonight. Our scouts reported a suspicious traveler more intent on staking out our humble little camp than minding their own business, so I figured if they care so much, why not invite them over for a look about?” The crowd roars with crude laughter at the contrast between the orator’s polite words and cruel undertone. He was a Hyur male, tall, with a full boxed beard and long, brown hair. He was well-built, but certainly not the largest of the bandits, even excluding the few Roegadyn and Elezen in the mix. Still, the confidence with which he addressed his fellow outlaws and the way they stood in rapt attention made it more than clear to Sapphira that he must be their leader. He matches the description on the quest flier well enough, at least. She finally speaks, doing her best to keep her tone steady and defiant: “Let me go, you low-life! If you do, I promise to walk and leave you all be. If not, you’ll have more trouble than you can handle soon enough.” The Au Ra Arcanist was certain the Yellowjackets would search for her if she did not return to Limsa Lominsa… but how long would she have to wait before they worried? And if she tipped her hand that she had backup, the bandits may move camp or, even worse, prepare an ambush for them as well. She just needed time. “Well well, dearie! So you can talk, and how sweet your pleas are to my boys. They love to hear a woman beg, they do.” A chorus of grunted affirmations from the crowd follow before he continues, “I’d love to let them hear more from such a pretty little thing such as yourself… perhaps we can strike a deal?” What bargain could he be playing at, she wonders? With little trust and fewer options, she may as well entertain him… “I’m listening.” “Good, good. The deal is simple: either we bind you, break you, and sell you into slavery to who-knows-what manner of villain to have their way with, or….” So much for a fair deal. He’s playing games with her. Sapphira grits her teeth and he smirks at the reaction as he continues: “...or, if you think you can serve each of my associates here and make them each cum before sunrise, I’ll let you walk for a job well done. If you think you’ll want to leave after all that, haha!” Disgusting. A perverted offer, presented shamelessly. The thought of lowering herself to pleasing a crowd of low-lives and vagabonds didn’t appeal to her pride, but that pride was a small price to pay for a chance at freedom. Even if his offer could not be trusted, it would certainly buy more time for the Yellowjackets to realize that something had gone awry with her quest. She raises her chin, somehow managing a shred of dignity even as she sits on her knees in the dirt. Then, she nods, and throws it all away. “Bahaha, wise choice! Get at her, boys! She’s only got until sunrise, don’t keep her waiting!” Like a pack of dogs given permission to feed, the crowd of outlaws breaks rank and descends up her. Dirty hands grope at her body, squeezing roughly wherever they can find purchase on her flesh. Her upper arms, her sides… the impressive swell of her chest, the plump firmness of her butt and thighs: all are pinched, prodded, and squeezed, held in calloused palms and kneaded until she ached. Somewhere in this slavering pile a belt is undone, the first of many. Her wrist is taken, twisted in a firm grip, and placed up a rod-hard erection. The unmistakable sensation of hot, throbbing flesh caused her to shiver with disgust as it made the reality of her situation all-too-real: she was going to have to get this man off, and fast… and then another, and another, and dozens more after. It was going to be a long night. “Look at this limp-wristed slut, can you even feel that?” One of the other bandits nudges Sapphira closer to her recipient’s cock his knee, spitting in the dirt beside her. Another chimes in, even as he reaches down to pull Sapphira’s hips up to cup her ass in his wiry fingers, “Gyeheheh, she’ll have plenty of time to practice once she’s bought by some horny old bugger in the city! Isn’t that right, girly?” Her cheeks grow hot with shame as they discuss her situation casually while carrying out their molestation. A few more in the crowd have pulled out their own members as well to begin stroking along to the sight of her jerking off their comrade. There’s a variety of dicks present, cut and uncut alike, but the fact that they skew toward the side of long and thick is not lost on her. She feels a quiver between her legs, a primal flex of her pelvic floor at the sight of so many fat cocks. The man was right, though… she’d have to swallow her pride (among other things) and put some earnest effort in if she wanted to meet the leader’s terms. Sapphira releases the stiff meat in her hands to bring them both to her mouth, summoning a thick gob of saliva to drool down past her lips and coat the undersides of her fingers and the soft, smooth interior of her palm. Reaching out again towards that impatient, swollen erection, her hand glides over the veiny surface from head to base with a slick, wet sound. He groans in response, tilting his head back to enjoy her delicate handjob. Not one to practice half-measures, even at the task of whoring herself out for her own freedom, the Au Ra Arcanist looks around the circle of stiff cocks surrounding her and grabs one hovering just ahead of her face. Doing her best to ignore the overpowering, sweaty musk as she draws him closer, she opens her mouth with a soft exhale and wraps her lips around his head, tasting salty-sweet precum as he pushes insistently against her wet tongue. Her mouth occupied, she reaches out blindly to her side, her arm brushing against a veritable forest of eager erections before she manages to zero in and take a third one in her spare hand. “Now that’s more like it! I’m sure you can do better than that, though!” The outlaw in her mouth, a swarthy Hyur with thick, hairy forearms, takes hold of Sapphira’s horns pulls her head toward his pelvis with a swift jerk, his cock slamming roughly against the back of her mouth before sliding down her throat. She gags, pushing spittle and mucus up from her distended neck as she struggles to calm her body. His grip is firm, vice-like, holding her down as her stretched throat aches and her lungs begin to scream for air. Tears well up unbidden in her eyes, and her cheeks flush red as the bandit holds the forced deepthroat to the last second before pulling her off of his cock with a grunt. Sapphira has barely a moment to catch a gasping breath before he pushes her down again, and again, now fucking her face in earnest with long strokes, pushing roughly against the sore interior of her mouth and throat as pleasures himself with her body. “ Grrah! Take this, you bitch!”, he growls through gritted teeth, slamming her bruised lips and nose against his stomach once more and holding her down again. His dick pulses within her, dumping a sickeningly warm, thick load directly down her throat. He allows her mouth to milk the first few shots from him before pulling out, leaving a trail of strongly-scented semen across her tongue as pops the head of his cock out past her lips and allows the last of his contractions to send a series of fat, pearly ropes across her face and hair. The outlaw looks down at the sputtering, cum-covered mess before him, his quickly-deflating member sliding down her face. With a derisive grunt, he pushes her head toward the dirt and releases her horns. “That’s one.”, he says, spitting on the ground before her before turning and pushing his way through the gathered crowd to relieve himself at the edge of the camp. Sapphira does not even have time to formulate a defiant comeback before the next bandit in line steps up and makes use of her mouth in much the same way. The crowd of hung, horny outlaws grows restless watching their prisoner squeeze out another round of cum with her hands, the sticky liquid landing on her torn and stained clothing and falling across her chest to slide down between her breasts. Suddenly, Sapphira feels rough hands grab at her ass, and she releases a muffled squeal from her cock-stuffed mouth as she is hauled to her feet by her hips, the grip already on her head forcing her to crane forward at the waist and present her backside to all assembled. Her grip on the members in her hands tightened, more for balance than anything, and one of the men she is holding on to leans over to deliver a sharp smack to one of her full, firm cheeks. “Watch it, whore! Or it’ll be your face I go for next time.”, he warns. She does her best to comply, loosening her grip and allowing her fingers to glide over his wet shaft as she massages under his head with steady circles from her thumb. Satisfied, he lowers his arm and enjoys the sensation of her handjob. Behind Sapphira, though, she can hear two heavy footfalls as someone steps forward. Her eyes struggle to look over her shoulder, but with her head held in place and a thick cock buried deep in her throat she is unable to get a look at the man getting ready to take her from behind. Her body tenses as two fat fingers are pushed inside of her without foreplay or preamble, squelching around inside of her pussy in clumsy piston strokes. “Haha, this slut is already sopping wet! Guess she wants it after all!” She recognizes the voice as that of the bandit leader, and a chorus of jeering laughter and shameful insults follow his words. His fingers are removed, their presence replaced with the pressure of a large, swollen phallus pressing against her tense entrance. He clasps her ass in his hands and spits between her cheeks before pushing a thumb into the tight ring of her asshole and his cock into the wet, tight warmth of her pussy. Sapphira cries and moans as she is penetrated from behind, her eyes growing wide and wider still as the bandit’s thick cock fills her up and bumps painfully against her cervix, pushing insistently against it and causing a new rush to tears to well at the corners of her eyes. The heat of his hips indicates there is some distance still between them… how long could his cock be? He begins to thrust, now, slowly drawing his length from her before sliding in and bottoming out again and again. She can feel a pressure begin to build within her, and her brows furrow in disgust as she realizes that it is a spark of pleasure that is growing inside her body, fueled by the way he stretches her completely and stoked by the soreness in her throat, her limbs, the tug on her asshole, the sharp collision within her each time he thrusts against her insides. As he picks up the pace, so do her moans, her mouth vibrating with cries of pleasure around a succession of cocks all dumping though load against her lips, across her tongue, down her throat. For the first time that night, she cums. The pleasure building in core releases like the crack of a whip, spreading across her body in electric pulses that cause her legs to shake and her body to rock with a series of contractions that serve only to cause more pleasure as her insides wrap tighter around the cock assaulting her. She squirts, ejaculating hard against the dirt, down her thighs, against the very man who had captured her. He doesn’t stop thrusting, and soon she cums again, and again. She feels as if she could pass out… They bandits aren’t ready to offer her that luxury, as their leader himself taking his sweet time with her from behind before he deigns to fill her with a sizable load, draining his massive cock inside her pussy and causing his creampie to spurt out past her lips and run down her legs. He pushes her off of him, stroking his half-erect monster lazily. With their leading having had the first taste of her insides, it is open season on the Au Ra’s cum-filled pussy and tight little asshole. The bandits start a train on her, fucking her holes raw in an unceasing procession as those who wait they turn or are ready for another round make sport of drawing and writing obscenities on their fucktoy’s filthy, exposed body. Hours later, and a hint of sunlight peeks above the distant horizon. Sapphira Nix lies slumped to the ground, her body a filthy canvas of cum and scrawled writing indicating exactly how much of a whore she is, how many loads she has swallowed, exactly who was the first, and last, to cum inside her gaping asshole. All night, they used her, taking breaks before coming around again, refreshed and ready to go. Forget the bandits’ offer to make each of them cum once before sunup… she must have taken them all three, four times each. It was only when the leader himself finished with her in his lap, her legs help up and spread open for all to see, did he order his men to clean up and pack the camp. The fun’s over, he said, letting his monster of a cock slip out of her and his creampie to splatter to the ground below. Should get moving before her friends show up, she thought she heard him say. It was difficult to tell much of anything through the heady haze draped over her abused, well-fucked frame. She must have cum more times than the bandits on their leader’s cock alone. What about the girl, they said. Leave her, a broken bitch is no good as a slave anyway. No one wants damaged goods. There was laughter, followed by a flurry of activity as the camp was packed up around her as she lay half-comatose in the dirt. By the time the Yellowjackets show up to find her, nothing remains of the camp aside from trampled earth, discarded trash, and Sapphira Nix, passed out cold and naked on the ground. So much for a quick and easy quest.

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Chapter 0 - "Don’t bad things happen in dark alleyways?"

It was cold out. Alex never cared much for the cold, with his naturally slight and feminine build negating most of the insulation granted by the soft charcoal-and-teal-colored fur covering him from head to toe. He shivered as a gust of wind cut through the night, whooshing its way down the artificial funnel created by the lamp-lit street. He shivers as the last of the warmth still clinging to him from the club is blown away, eyes searching around desperately for a miracle shortcut or, at the least, a taxi cab. There doesn't appear to be any cars out tonight to save them, but the canine femboy does make out a shadowed crevice between a grungy-looking dive bar and a row of townhouses. "Hey, Syl. Let's cut through that alley up ahead, it should be way faster if we can get over to the next block." Alex's companion, a similarly-slender canine with grey fur and wide, ice-blue ears, pauses for a moment at the prospect of wandering down unfamiliar alleyways at night, but he knows his friend is right; hopping across to the next block over would get them out of the winter chill that much faster. Besides, he wasn't enjoying the cold any better than his friend anyway. “Yeah, yeah, alright. Anything to get out of this darn wind at least.” The pair adjusts their course toward the alley entrance up ahead, slipping around a half-frozen pile of trash bags piled high on the corner. They count their lucky stars that the scent isn’t worse, at least the cold was enough to blunt even their clever snouts. The alleyway proper is dark for the most part, with the exception of a flickering bulb casting a weak pool of illumination around the back door to the bar. The shadowed forms of garbage, stacks of empty pallets, and other street detritus are barely visible down the way, but the way to the far side and the light of an empty street beyond is otherwise clear. “Hey, Alex? Don’t bad things happen to people in dark alleyways?”, Syl mutters half-sarcastically, already stepping between the buildings to escape the windchill. “Nah, only in movies. This town’s too boring for that sort of shit anyway, haha.”, his friend replies, and they share a nervous chuckle as they make their way through the narrow shortcut. The walk through is uneventful, aside from a few close calls with some low-lying debris that threatened trip them up, and they soon find themselves approaching the exit. They slow down to orient themselves and plan their next move home when a grating shriek pierces the silent night. “Waahh!”, the startled Syl exclaims, throwing his arms around Alex for protection. But a frantic glance around reveals no danger in sight: rather, the noise is merely the rusty squeak of the bar’s back door, opening into the alley to disgorge a dark, stumbling figure into the weak light. The strange appears to struggle with their balance, with their long tail trailing behind them in an uncoordinated fashion as they reach out toward the filthy brick wall for support and begin a slow shuffle toward the two boys. “Hah, just a drunk who missed closing time I bet.”, says Alex, watching as the figure approaches. His ears perk up as they begin to get closer, however… the soft grunts and moans as they stagger about are decidedly feminine, and his dark-adjusted eyes are able to make out a surprisingly curvaceous shape to the stranger. He steps away from the street and deeper into the alley once more, vying for a closer look. “A-Alex, what are you-?”, Syl questions, trailing off when he realizes it wouldn’t matter either way. This was typically how things went, with Alex getting some sort of idea or another and Syl doing his best to catch up. He takes off after his friend toward the strange woman. As they approach, they find themselves face-to-face with a shapely young lizard, scaled in blue and white, with her disheveled outfit revealing much of her prodigious chest and the pants tangled low on her wide hips give off a tantalizing peek at the gap between her thighs. Her pretty lime-green eyes are hidden beneath brown, mussed-up bangs, and a long, pale blue tongue lolls loosely from between her full lips. The scent of alcohol is strong on her; she is thoroughly soused. It is unclear if she even notices the two boys in her way or not, but the lizard girl attempts to stumble her way past with a clumsy series of steps. Her progress is arrested, however, as Alex’s hand shoots out to grab her firmly by the wrist. “Not so face, gorgeous. It’s not safe out there for a lonely girl, and besides, you might freeze to death! Why not let me and my friend here warm you up?”, he entreats in a barely-friendly voice. Syl recognizes the gleam in his friend’s eye. “Really, Alex? In a place like this?”, the grey canine says, already knowing it would be pointless to argue. “She wasn’t even nice enough to say ‘hi’, Syl. Are you okay with that? I’m not; I think she needs to learn some manners. Now get her clothes off, will you?” Their victim twists around as Alex takes hold of her other arm, positioning himself behind her. Her legs kick out as Syl takes hold of her waistband to slip off her pants, and she grunts loudly, her whining slurred by the alcohol still racing through her system. Her slender assailant pulls a wallet from her pocket, flipping quickly through it. No cash, but the ID displays her name clearly next to a photo of her bright, smiling face. “Lin. Her name’s Lin. Come on now, don’t make a fuss… let’s help you get those puppies free, eh?” Syl reaches out for her chest, roughly groping at the squishy flesh of her large breasts and feeling for the firm nub of her nipples beneath the fabric. “Damn, this bitch’s nipples are hard as pebbles! She must be a real slut to be enjoying this!”, he chuckles, punctuating his statemate by tearing the fabric of her top off of her curvaceous frame. Tears blot at the corners of her eyes, and her lips push out in a shameful pout as her body is exposed entirely to the pair of dogs molesting her. “Reaaal nice…”, Syl appraises, his eyes drinking in her form from the smooth heave of her shoulders to the tip of her scaly tail. He feels his pants tighten around him as his canine cock swells at the sight. He works quickly at his fly, any numbness in his fingers from the cold gone and replaced with excited adrenaline at the spontaneous, illicit nature of the situation. His erection pops free as he pulls his waistband down around his hips, and Lin’s glazed-over eyes grow wide as they comprehend fully the size of the boy’s member, long and thick and entirely disproportionate to his short, slim frame. He wraps one hand loosely around his cock, stroking it lazily. “Look at that, Alex! I the little skink knows something special when she sees it. You think she’s hungry for some?” Alex laughs, wrapping one arm tight around Lin’s waist and bringing his opposite hand up to her mouth to probe his fingers between her lips. “Let’s see if she’s got an appetite. Say ‘Aaahh’-YOW! She bit me, she fucking bit me!” A loud smack resounds through the alley as Syl’s hand jumps up from his cock to slap her hard across the face, a bright red paw print blooming hot across her cheek in its wake. Her eyes grow wide, shocked, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints as her impaired processes catch up to the reality of the violence visited upon. A fresh wave of tears wells up in her eyes, and she gives a few short, choking sobs. “Stupid cunt, don’t act like you didn’t make me do that. And stop crying, it looks ugly on you. Do I need to plug up that mouth of yours? Give her a hand, would you?” The fury on Alex’s face is replaced with a cruel grin as he wraps the fingers of his wounded hand through her hair and pulls her head roughly back, growling into her ear, “Try any more of that you’ll wish getting slapped was the worst thing to happen to you tonight.”, before pushing one foot into the soft flesh behind her knee and forcing her to the ground before Syl’s waiting erection. “Watch those teeth, now…”, Syl warns, taking hold of Lin’s head in his hands and pressing the pointed tip of his bulbous cock against the lips. The offending head smears a film of viscous precum across the entrance to her mouth before forcing its way into the warm wet interior. Her long, broad tongue pushes futilely against the rock-hard shaft, and she gags as he hits the back of her throat. “Ahhh, fuck… almost there… take it!” Syl leans back and takes a seat on a stack of discarded boxes, pulling Lin’s head down with him and using the momentum to pull her face close against the pelvis and causing his cock to pop into her throat proper as he holds her tight against his body. The sensation of her tight, unprepared throat wrapping and convulsing around his length as her lips stretch obscenely around the wide bulb of his base is exquisite, and he groans in delight as she struggles to breathe between his legs. Seeing the lizard’s scaly blue butt and the dripping slit of her pussy thrust up toward his face as she struggles to keep her balance while speared on his friend’s cock is all the invitation Alex needs to dive right in, kneeling down behind the captured girl’s hips and tossing her tail over his shoulder so that he can bury his snout between her full cheeks and tongue the tight, muscular ring of her asshole. He laps greedily at that pulsing hole, relishing the musky tang of her insides as he pushes his tongue inside her and swirls it around every inch of her bowels it can reach. Lin squirms between the two of them, her small hands banging out a feeble tattoo against the filthy concrete before he pulls back at last, leaving a fat dollop of saliva perched on her puckered hole in parting. “That’s enough, a drunk slut like you should loosen up pretty quickly after all.” Alex withdraws his own cock, equally impressive to his friend’s, and rests the swollen head against Lin’s hastily-prepped asshole. Realizing what happens next, she squeals loudly around the shaft still stuck in her throat, sending a burst of phlegm vibrating up past her lips to dribble down her chin in a sloppy mess. “Take it, you bitch!”, he yells, slapping both of his hands hard on her hips and pulling himself inside her. He sinks his raging canine erection deep into her guts, slamming his balls against the dripping folds of her bright blue pussy in one thrust. Lin’s squeals reach a high-pitched crescendo before trailing off into a low, braindead moan as Alex’s cock penetrates her completely and rearranges her insides to accept the entire length of his throbbing shaft. Now, the fucking begins in earnest. Trapped between the two boys in a vicious spitroast, Lin is helpless to do anything but alternate between pathetic whining and unchecked moans as she is pushed back and forth over the two fat canine cocks buried to the hilt in either end of her soft, curvy body. Alex grunts, sliding his entire length into her poor little asshole with each thrust, barely cognizant of his friend’s efforts to fully distend her throat with his cock as he humps eagerly against the snotty, spittle-ridden ruin of her once-pretty face. They use her completely, treating her holes as little more than devices for their personal pleasure as they rock her back and forth between them, pausing only to twist her hair, spank her ass, and tell her what a perfect little back-alley slut she is. Both boys’ cocks begin to swell at the base as they hurtle closer and closer to orgasm, and Alex drives himself in a deep as he can to knot inside her ass, while Syl exercises surprising restraint in pulling himself loose from Lin’s throat before he finds himself dislocating her jaw. They both cry out, a startlingly tender and feminine sound, as the drain their balls inside and across their impromptu fucktoy. Alex’s cock deposits a hot, heavy load directly into Lin’s writhing guts, filling her up with only the seal of his fat knot holding the creampie inside her. Syl’s member instead jumps and jerks in the cold air, laying thick ropes of steaming semen across the captive lizard girl’s abused face and disheveled hair, painting her a brighter shade of pearly white than her own scales. Her body rebels against her own will, and a deep orgasm rumbles through her core and summons a squirt to splash against Alex’s thighs and across the alleyway. She collapses to the ground, tugging Alex’s knotted cock down with her, ricocheting between heavy sobs and the aftershocks of her forced orgasm. Syl admires his handiwork as he wipes himself off on her discarded clothes before pulling his pants back up, giggling at Alex’s struggles to pull himself loose from the lizard’s tightly-clenched asshole. He frees himself at last with an audible pop, causing his hefty creampie to ooze from between her cheeks and into the puddle of filth beneath her. The charcoal-and-teal femboy gets a bright idea as his friend takes his turn cleaning himself off, and he reaches down to pose the near-comatose Lin on the ground with her gaping, leaking asshole thrust into the air and her face buried in the rapidly-cooling juices staining the ground. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a marker intended for labeling plastic party cups, and begins to write across her exposed skin: “GUTTER SLUT” “DRUNK WHORE” “DISOBEDIENT BITCH” “BREED ME” “FOR A GOOD TIME, FUCK MY ASS” After selecting a few more choices phrases, he roots through her wallet again, pulling out her ID and scrawling across the back, “Hope you had a good time. Call us next time you need to be used.”, before adding in the number of Alex’s burner phone. Perfect. “Alright man, that was a good detour after all. You ready to head back?” Alex glances down one last time at the mess they’re leaving behind before he spits in Lin’s hair. “Sounds good. Fuck, I’m hungry. Wanna order a pizza when we get back?” “Yeah, sounds good.” The two head off toward the far end of the alley once more, pulling their collars high to protect them from the cold.

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Chapter 0 - Live-Action Roleplay

“Aagh, this story is killing me!”, Blink exclaimed as he gave his pencil a half-hearted toss into the air. His eyes followed its lazy trajectory as it clattered down to the surface of a paper-strewn desk and rolled its way to the edge before falling down to the carpet below with a quick series of muted bounces. “What’s wrong, hun?", Alice called in response as she comes in from the other room. She pauses in the doorway to the drawing studio, framed by the warm light out in the hall. She is petite and somewhat slender, with curves all the right places to draw an appreciative eye across her entire figure. Despite having seen her a thousand times, Blink can never help but pause and admire her when she shows up. Alice folds her arms across her smooth stomach, her midriff bare between the short top draped loosely across her prodigious bust and the tight-fitting athletic shorts hugging onto her wide hips. An outfit for a lazy day at home and one she wears frighteningly well, Blink muses to himself. “It’s this new story I was asked to work on, the netorare one? It’s tough to imagine what a character would be thinking in that situation; all the scripts I’ve drafted feel pretty stiff and awkward. I mean, it’s a pretty niche fetish to begin with, and not one I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing for myself…” Alice smiles sweetly at her boyfriend, the ever-struggling artist. Beneath the innocent facade, however, the wheels are turning in her head and a pleasant, warm arousal is building between her legs. “Y’know, hun… we could always try and put together a reference reel for you. Would that help?” A simple-sounding offer, but they both knew what it really meant: it wasn’t uncommon for the two of them to record their own home movies as useful aids and inspiration for Blink’s work. Movies feature such topics as “sex in the shower”, “fucking in public”, “anal training”, and more. Blink can feel his pants grow tight around his crotch as his member swells to half-mast at the implication of filming a reference for his latest topic. “We’d need a couple of guys, Alice. At least three or four. And to really understand the character, I’d have to be the one filming… are you okay with that?” She giggles, a warm and bubbly sound laced with a teasing undertone. “Of course, babe. You know I’m always ready to support your work. If I have to get fucked by five guys to do so, that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. In fact, I know a few friends who have been interested in me for a while, hehe. I’ll make some calls~” Later that evening, the two of them sit together on the couch and hold each other’s hands in a picture of domestic bliss. They’ve showered and dressed, him in his usual work clothes of a button-down shirt and slacks, and her in a lacy negligee with matching panties and a set of sheer, thigh-high stockings. Blink runs through the scenario one last time, centering himself on the scene to come: “So for tonight I’ll be your husband, always working late and never giving my poor neglected wife the attention she deserves. After going through all the trouble to dress up and coax me into bed to no avail, you decided to call some of your friends over instead to teach me a lesson in how to care for my girl. I have to film everything so I can watch the tapes until I’ve learned my lesson. You ready, babe?” Alice grins wide, her body quivering with giddy excitement. Before she can respond, however, the doorbell rings: their company has arrived. She leans in to give him a quick kiss, and when she pulls back her face has been transformed into a cruel, icy mask. “Well, aren’t you going to answer the door? You can at least take care of that, can’t you?” Her tone is mean, belittling, but she cannot help herself from cracking a small smile of enjoyment at the role. This will be fun… Bink makes his way dutifully to the door, swinging it open to reveal Alice’s five friends arrayed on the other side as promised. He’s not sure what he was expecting, really, but they all seem fairly normal as far as he can tell. Young and fit for the most part, although two of them do lean a bit closer on the side of “chubby”. His girlfriend must have done a good job informing them of their roles, as they shoulder their way past him with barely a glance and step into the moderately-sized apartment. One of the soon-to-be bulls turns to look down on Blink. “We’re here to fuck your wife, heard you weren’t enough for her. You should be glad, man. You’ll finally get to see what it looks like to see her satisfied. She better be ready for us.” Some primal part of Blink’s masculinity recoils at the thought of his girl being taken by so many strangers before his eyes, and the feeling pushes his excitement and anticipation into overdrive. He has to fight to hide his enthusiasm, instead playing the part of the shamed and worthless husband. “She’s in the bedroom, right over there… She’s been waiting for your guys, couldn’t stop talking about this. Thanks for taking care of her tonight. Please be gentle with her?” The group is already headed for the indicated door, and one of them chuckles derisively. “Oh, I think she’s had enough of ‘gentle’ if she’s called us up. Why don’t you just sit and watch, we’ll show you how it’s done.” Blink mutters a soft “thank you” before heading after them to the bedroom. As he steps in he sees Alice kneeling on the bed in her negligee, flanked on either side by two of her guests. Already, one of them has reached out to cup her cheek in his hand and pull her face toward him; his lips are locked firmly around hers as the impression of his tongue pushes against the inside of her cheek. She moans softly into his mouth, and her hips begin to gyrate in slow, impatient circles. A video camera is already set up and running on a tripod facing the bed, and as Blink takes his place behind the viewfinder Alice breaks away from her kiss with a lingering smack, turning toward the camera lens as she catches her breath. “So nice of you to join us, honey. We were just getting started, but me and the boys already well acquainted. Oh, did I not tell you we’ve been meeting up while you’ve been at work? Why don’t I show you what we’ve been up to all this time…”, she taunts, turning to face the other bull kneeling beside her - one of the chubbier ones. His thick lips crawl across her mouth obscenely, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva across her cheeks and chin as he takes his turn making out with the buxom blonde beauty before him. Both of the studs have brought their hands down to explore her body, grasping and groping above and below her negligee, paying particular attention to the large swell of her breasts and her wide, round hips which are resting on her bare heels. Alice takes a moment to unbuckle their pants with practiced, deft motions, and their pants fall down around their ankles to reveal a pair of impressive bulges straining tight against their underwear. Blink’s own member has been stiff since he first saw Alice all dressed up, but the sight of these two proper bulls aching to take his girlfriend’s holes sends a fresh rush of blood to his cock, causing him to shift uncomfortably behind the camera. “Are you watching, dear? Pay attention, I want you to see what you could be getting too if you were able to please me.” She curls one finger in a come-hither motion to two of the spectating studs, and they don’t hesitate to undress and make their way into the frame. She works hungrily at the waistbands of the first two, and soon finds herself surrounded by a ring of veiny, fiercely-throbbing cocks. Through the viewfinder, Blink tracks her gaze as it jumps from one to the next until she finally lays her eyes on the camera and gives it a wink before reaching out to grab a thick shaft in either hand and draw them closer. Maintaining eye contact with the camera lens and her boyfriend beyond it, she opens her mouth wide and pops the swollen, shiny head of one between her lips before forcing her head down towards the heavy balls swinging below. “Mmm, your wife’s got a tight little throat on her, you know that? All the way down, now. Stick that tongue out and lick those balls for me.” With the first cock firmly buried in her throat, she reaches out to grab another one, working both her hands up and down each hard shaft in her grasp as she wriggles her face from side to side in an attempt to swallow the bull’s member completely. Her tongue flashes wet and pink past her lower lip, snaking out to lap at the cum-laden testicles swinging at the base of the member twitching deep within her throat. She gives it a few desperate licks before pulling bag with an obscene gagging cough which leaves thick strands of saliva dangling from her chin. “Ahh… haah… my throat’s never been so full before… I love it. What do you think, hun?” Blink squirms beneath the weight of the question, his manhood deliciously challenged by the scene before him. “Looking great, sweetie! Don’t stop at just one!”, he replies in weak encouragement, playing the role of the cuck with surprising ease. Alice takes to the encouragement with vigor, working her way around the ring of erect cocks greedily while doing her best to keep her hands occupied with those waiting their turn. With practiced motions she bobs her head up and down on each shaft, effortlessly allowing them into her throat and gagging with a grin on her face when they break from thrusting into her eager mouth to allow her to breathe. Blink wrestles with the conflicting desires to explore his character and to tear of his pants and join in, and he becomes painfully aware of a growing wet spot near his waistband where thick precum is flowing freely from his straining member. The last man in the group merely watches and waits, stroking his own fat cock slowly while commenting on Alice’s gorgeous body and immaculate technique. After some time of having Alice’s talented little mouth passed around between the assembled bulls, the fifth man’s eyes catch sight of the wet streaks dripping down the insides of her thighs and his cock stiffens in his hand. Making his way onto the bed, he places one hand on her shoulder from behind while bringing the other around her delicate cheek, pulling her face away from the crotch it was buried in to tilt back for a deep, probing kiss that leaves her flushed and panting. Then, without further preamble, he pushes her forward onto all fours and places the fat head of his swollen manhood against her hungry cunt. “Looks like my friends here got you all nice and wet, girl. Ready to feel a real man’s cock inside your pussy? Think you can handle it?” Alice hesitates, her firm pale butt wriggling in the air for all to see as the thick member pushes against her folds, teasing her. She takes one moment to look back at the camera and her boyfriend behind it, her eyes already half-glazed over with lust. “Mmm, give it to me, please! Fuck me with your huge cock, fuck me like my husband never could!” Satisfied with her answer, the bull murmurs an affirmative and punctuates it with a sharp smack across her ass before plunging himself deep inside her offered cunt with a long, slow thrust. Alice moans as the veiny meat of his shaft slides into her tight, muscular hole, filling her completely and causing her eyelids to flutter with barely-contained pleasure. The scene devolves quickly after that: the four remaining bulls exchange jocular remarks and high fives with each other while their compatriot gives Alice a fierce fucking from behind, thrusting his cock into her with a fast, steady rhythm. She cries out, her voice quivering with delight as a fresh sprinkle of wet juices gush from her pussy each time he slams himself into her. The others, waiting their turn, take the initiative to keep her cries stifled by occupying her hands and mouth as she is taken like a dog before her “husband”. Blink watches how the color rises in her cheeks and how her hips have begun to move of their own accord, bucking back to meet her temporary lover each time he takes her. Unable to contain his arousal any longer, he works at the fly of his pants to free his imprisoned member and take it in his hand to relieve some of the pressure through slow, deliberate strokes. The bulls take notice, and begin comparing themselves to him quite unfavorably… “Haha, get a load of that pathetic cock! No wonder he’s a cuck.” “Your wife needs at least eight inches or she’s not satisfied, mate! Just ask her yourself!” “Oof, that’s rough buddy. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of her for you.” He feels his ego wither under their insults, and his cock swells even further in his hand in response to the humiliation. He’s always wanted to play this scenario, but never knew it would resonate within him so well . He’ll have to be careful not to cum before they’re done with his girlfriend, he thinks to himself with a disguised chuckle. That would be truly embarrassing. Blink continues stroking as the gang passes Alice around, each of them taking a go at her communal cunt, stirring up her insides as they bring themselves to the edge with her body like it’s little more than a public-use fucktoy. Somewhere in the chaos of flailing limbs and throbbing cocks, she ends up on her back at the edge of the bed, and the energy in the room changes almost imperceptibly. She spreads her legs wide, parting her labia to expose the flexing gape of her vagina as the bulls all line up before her, stroking themselves as they dance on the edge of orgasm. “Come on, boys! You know what I called you here for! Fill up my cumslut pussy, give me a real man’s seed for once! Own my whore cunt with your potent cum!” Alice spurs them on, and the first in line takes her as she plays furiously at the swollen nub of her clit. Her body begins to shake almost immediately, powerful orgasms rolling across her entire figure like a wave as the bull grunts and groans, bottoming-out inside her quivering cunt as he deposits rope after rope of thick, warm semen inside of her. She cries out, begging for more, and he barely has time to move out of the way before the second in line has his go in her cream-filled pussy. She continues to play with herself, riding out multiple orgasms as each of the men ejaculates inside of her one after the other. When the fifth and final bull is finished, she is reduced to little more than a sweaty, panting mess on the bed with a thick pearly dollop of cum pushing out of her well-worn womanhood and running down between her cheeks to stain the bedclothes. Blink zooms the camera in, entirely too engrossed in capturing every detail of the scene to pay attention to his own manhood or the group of men already getting dressed as they admire the fruits of their labor splayed out on the sheets. He reaches down to brush a few strands of hair from her sweat-streaked forehead, smiling sweetly down at her as her eyes struggle to focus through the heavy haze of heady bliss that has fallen over her. “Hey, uh… thanks for having us over, man. Alice is great, really cool of you to let us have her like this. No, uh… no hard feelings?” The group of guys is already dressed, looking around awkwardly now that the excitement and sex have been driving out of their system. Blink grins, standing up from his post to turn off the camera and tuck his now-flaccid penis away. “Haha, you guys were great! She’s been wanting to take the five of you for a while, and I can safely say it looked like she had a good time. I think we’ve got some cleanup to do but I wouldn’t write off calling you all again sometime.” He walks them through the apartment back to the door, seeing them out. “I’d shake your hands, but… anyway, thanks again for taking care of her!” The apartment feels oddly quiet with five fewer people in it, Blink muses to himself as he heads back to the bedroom to check on tonight’s star. He finds Alice still on the bed, propped up now on one elbow to watch him enter. Her body is a work of filthy art, covered in sweat and flushed red all over from her incessant orgasms and the firm grip of many hands. “Get the footage that you need, hun? I hope that wasn’t too much for you.”, she says to him, her voice hoarse from crying out. “Are you kidding me?! That was amazing! You looked so good servicing so many men, like a goddess receiving the worship of her servants or a brainless slut bred only for fucking. Either way, I loved it. I can’t believe you took five different loads tonight. How are you feeling?” Alice grins, flashing a sultry look through her tear-streaked eyes. “I’m feeling like maybe you and I could make it six. What do you say?” She spreads her legs again, exposing the sloppy mess of semen of grool sticking to insides of her thighs and dribbling out of her. Blink doesn’t hesitate in tearing off her clothes and turning the recording back on, his cock already swollen and ready to go at the invitation. “Why stop of six, dear?”, he teases, rubbing the head of his rock-hard member against the thick mixture of strangers’ cum and feminine juices anointing her entrance. “There’s plenty of film left in the camera, after all…”

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Chapter 0 - It Takes Two to Suntan

“Hey, that looks like a nice spot!” The two women paused in the middle of their walk together down one of Gullet Bay’s many golden sandy strands, and Chara gazed out in the direction indicated by Brevi’s outstretched arm. The lemon shark’s slender finger pointed out towards a dry patch surrounded by the waves, home to a single coconut palm and tenuously connected to the beach by a slim sandbar. “Nice eye, Brev! A nice little spot all to ourselves, eh? Haha, I’ll race ya there!” Brevi rolls her upturned eyes and gives Chara a somewhat strained, sweet smile before tilting her head to indicate the rolled towels and plastic coolers that both of them are carrying. “Uhm, Chara? I don’t really feel like running with all this stuff… besides, aren’t you exhausted after your game earlier?” The great white stares perplexed at her friend for a moment before breaking out in a bout of boisterous laughter. “Hahaha! Exhausted? I feel like I could run ten miles right now, easy! At least let me give you a hand with all that stuff, okay?” Before Brevi can protest, the brightly-beaming Chara takes her things from her and sets them on the sand before placing a hand under her arm and her hips. “Up you go, little lady!” The much smaller Brevi gives a brief squeak of surprise as she is lifted up off of the ground and placed upon Chara’s broad shoulders. She can feel her friend’s trapezius muscles harden like corded iron through her legs as gathers up both sharks’ loads of beach goods and lifts the entire burden up with powerful legs before straightening her back to give Brevi an impressively-high view of the bay as they continue on towards their destination. Brevi’s heart lifts during the journey out to the small patch of land, the fun of spending time with her close friend combined with the visceral excitement of being bodily carried by such a strong, athletic figure causing a heady haze of pleasant contentment to take hold of her senses. She zones out to the sound of the tropical waves washing all around them as Chara brings them out across the water to their destination, and barely registers the single palm tree through half-lidded eyes as she is set down in the shaded sand at its base. “Hehe, whew… that was fun! This place is sooo beautiful too.” Brevi smiles sweetly up at her towering companion, who is already busy at work unpacking the rest of their gear and spreading out fresh towels to lay upon. How she had managed to lug everything out here without any protest was a mystery to the less persistent lemon shark. Chara begins rummaging through the pack and cooler they brought along, taking stock of their supplies for the afternoon: “Now then! What do you want? Let’s see here… we’ve got cold drinks, those fruity little frosé things you like… music, tanning oil-” Brevi perks up, the dark points of her ears twitching at the possibility of doing nothing but relaxation. “Ooh, laying out and working on my tan sounds heavenly… let’s get in a proper beachy mood before we break out everything else, hmm?” Her great white companion pauses in the middle of her inventory before shaking her head with a chuckle. “Whatever you say, princess. You wanna lay down for me and I can get your back first? Then we’ll switch.” “What a delightful idea!”, Brevi beams. She’s already started to undo the light layers she wore on the way here, revealing a slim dark two-piece underneath that clings to her curves with hardly-modest string ties. Glancing back at Chara, however, she notes that her friend is still wearing the sports jacket and regulation one-piece from her ball game earlier… that just won’t do, will it? “Uhm, Chara? How exactly do you plan to get an even tan with that stuffy suit on? I mean, you make it work hehe but it’s not exactly ‘summer fun’ material, y’know?” The short-haired athlete looks down at her functional apparel and gives a small shrug before removing her jacket and slipping out of her one-piece without hesitation. Tossing her outfit aside, the now nude shark girl strikes a goofy strongman pose, flexing her muscles in the afternoon sunlight and grinning with wild appreciation as the shadows play across her physique. The show is a treat for her reclining companion, who finds it particularly difficult to draw her eyes away from the hefty member swinging freely between Chara’s legs with each motion. Putting a pause on the gun show at last, the unashamed Chara steps over to Brevi, lotion in hand. “You ready? Roll over for me.” Brevi complies without little thought, slipping easily into the role of taking directions. The grey-skinned great white kneels down in the sand at the edge of Brevi’s towel, pushing her legs apart and settling between them. Her lengthy cock, given nowhere else to go, brushes against the smooth inside of her friend’s thigh, sending a rush of blood downstairs in response. Chara enjoys the feeling, drinking in the sight of Brevi’s prostrate form before her as her jet-black eyes run along her thick dancer’s thighs, the petite curve of her waist, and the peek of luscious sideboob pressing out beneath her slender shoulders. It made Chara feel like the king of the world to be positioned above all that, and the thought only pushed her excitement further. “Now then, if you don’t mind…” Chara leans forward to pluck at the tight little knot holding Brevi’s top on, undoing the bikini and allowing the strings to fall to either side and out of the way. Giving the lotion bottle a vigorous shake, she deposits a small dollop onto her palms and Brevi’s back, causing her friend to shiver at the sudden, cool sensation. Working her strong fingers up and across the lemon shark’s back and shoulders, Chara provides a deep and thorough massage to go with the spreading of the lotion. The feeling of Brevi’s warm flesh beneath her palms and against her beefy member quickly causes the hot-headed great white to experience a sudden rush of arousal as her cheeks flush and blood rushes between her legs. Her cock swells quickly, soon jutting obscenely upward over the curve of Brevi’s buttocks, the foreskin-clad head of her shaft brushing against the outside edge of Brevi’s selachian tail. No stranger to a hard shaft throbbing against her butt, Brevi wriggled with constrained delight against the eager member, pushing herself up off of the beach towel to make eye contact over her shoulder with the girthy great white. Her reply is wordless, only a wink and a quickly-blown kiss. Combined with a slight raise of her hips to better present herself to her companion, it was all the go-ahead necessary. Chara cups one smooth, round cheek of Brevi’s butt in her hand, giving it an appreciative squeeze before reeling back to follow up with a sharp smack! that sends a satisfying ripple across her bottom and draws a cute little yip from the submissive little lemon shark. With her other hand, the currently-dominant great white spreads a sheen of oil across the length of her rigid cock before pressing the still-slick thumb against the tight pucker of Brevi’s asshole and slipping it inside with little effort, working the interior of the muscular ring with the hook of her finger to help make her friend nice and and loose and ready for the what was in store for her. Brevi merely sighs and squirms with satisfaction under the assault of her backside until she feels the firm pad of Chara’s thumb pull out of her asshole with a soft pop! and the thick, swollen head of her friend’s uncut cock push against her rear entrance. She breathes reflexively, no stranger to taking such a large member with her asshole but still considerate enough to take it slow, allowing Chara to push each inch in after the other until she is buried to the hilt in Brevi’s ass and her weighty balls hang low against the glistening folds of her pussy. “Aaahhhn~”, Brevi moans with utter bliss as Chara slides fully inside, the familiar size and shape of her friend’s penis filling her completely and hitting her deepest spots oh so good. Her ring was stretched to an exquisite, dull soreness that only heightened every twitch and pulsing vein of Chara’s cock as it slid slowly back out until only the head and slick, sliding foreskin remained inside. Having tested the waters and deemed them safe, Chara does not hesitate to plunge in deep with the following thrust, and each subsequent one thereafter. Brevi’s well-practiced ass endures the vigorous fucking with ease, and she moans and squeals in delight as her entire existence becomes laser-focused on the intense sensation of her powerful friend fucking her ass deeply and completely. Caught up in her own experience and filled with delight at the beautiful figure squirming beneath her onslaught, Chara grins wide and beaming as she resumes a steady rhythm of firm, loud slaps against Brevi’s exposed ass cheeks. This added sensation is enough to push the prostrate shark over the edge, and she is close to biting her own lip to contain herself: something that all sharp-toothed sharks learn is a bad idea at a young age. Luckily, she spots a bright bit of a yellow-painted metal buried halfway up its length in the sand nearby, just within arm’s reach. An old, discarded license plate registered the Sharkipelago. She doesn’t care to think how it made its way out here, instead simply biting down on dented steel with hardened teeth, the paint scratching off in her mouth as drool starts to drip down her lips and the makeshift splint. Chara grunts as her pace quickens, her open palm unrelenting against Brevi’s cherry-red ass cheeks. Her deep, breathy moans contrast with her partner’s high-pitch squeals of delight, and they both crescendo to as visceral cry as Chara slams her entire length into Brevi’s hungry asshole, her cock jerking and pulsing as it deposits rope after rope of warm, sticky semen deep into the lemon shark’s belly to sputter and spurt out around the tight seal of her ring and run down the inside of the thighs to pool on the ground below. Utterly spent, the great white removes the slimy sloppy mess of her rapidly-softening shaft from her friend’s quivering asshole and sets it to rest on the curve of her hips, admiring the winking gape left in its wake. Chara’s breasts heave as she catches her breath, and they both allow the silence to hang before they break out in silly, joyous laughter. “Ahaha, I guess I got a little carried away there…”, Chara says, reaching for a spare towel to wipe the two of them off. Brevi spits out the license plate so recently clamped in her jaws in response, quickly turning her shoulders to reassure her friend. “Hehe, that was an excellent massage. I’ve never had better! You always know all the best spots to work.” Beaming ear to ear, the great white poses proudly above the freshly-fucked Brevi before tossing aside the soiled towel and reaching once again for the tanning oil. “In that case, should we flip you over and do your front?” It is a good thing Chara didn’t mind carrying her because it wasn’t until the sun set and the tide lowered again that two of them headed back to the island, and Brevi was in no condition to be walking anywhere for a while...

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Chapter 0 - Traps and Treats

It had been a long time since Mirna had been invited to any house parties, let alone one for Halloween. She couldn’t tell if it was a banger or a lame cry of help from a bunch of not-so-young professionals afraid of their rapidly-approaching thirties and beyond. The tall snake woman drifted through a living room where someone had decided to blast “Monster Mash” over a bluetooth speaker, leading a crowd of inebriated partygoers dressed in traditional Halloween fare - slutty nurse, slutty succubus, slutty mummy, slutty superhero - in a poorly choreographed routine. Mirna sighed inwardly; she didn’t enjoy being so critical and antisocial, but a combination of a natural social anxiety and her own vulnerable self esteem at deciding to go in costume as a witch - a slutty witch that ended up accentuating her slightly chubby belly, the large swell of her breasts and wide hips, and her towering height more than she had intended - was throwing up her natural dry, sardonic defenses. The striking combination of her natural colors, deep red and jet black scales, along with an attention-grabbing hood like that of a cobra did little to help matters. She needed to find that booze, and fast. When her friend and host Jessica had greeted her at the door, she complimented Mirna on the outfit and said she’d be a real man-eater at the party tonight… or a lady killer, she added with a wink and nudge. Unfortunately, Jessica had split immediately afterward to attend to some detail of the event or another, leaving Mirna to fend for herself among drunk and dressed-up strangers. Where were they getting those drinks, anyway? The kitchen is barren, no luck there… She makes her way further toward the back of the house, trying her best to avoid making eye contact with anyone she didn’t know, which tonight meant everyone except for Jessica. Making her way down a small hall from the kitchen, past a door with a small line formed outside indicating that it must be a bathroom, Mirna comes upon a small back room with a surprisingly cozy atmosphere. The music from the living room is muted through the walls, and a small gathering of people sit in a loose circle on a random collection of chairs and cushions, chatting casually with drinks in hand. Mirna pauses at the entrance to the room, leaning against the doorframe as she studies the group while trying to act natural. Two tawny cats dressed as a cop and robber… siblings, perhaps? Maybe a couple. A slim canine dressed as a nurse, their short skirt riding high up the thighs. Mirna wasn’t sure due to their medical mask, but… wolf? The bluish fur and bright yellow eyes weren’t typical for the type, but she wasn’t one too judge… And another wolf girl next to them, a real slim cutie dressed as some sort of game character or another, Mirna wasn’t really sure and she sure didn’t care. All she knew is that they looked good , with a delicately-featured face wearing a soft smile and wielding a softer laugh. Her colors were soft grey, with white and black accents and the most enchanting blue eyes, bright and clear as placid water. A buff horse dressed as an athlete and his chubby tiger friend who didn’t seem to bother dressing up at all filled out the group, but Mirna paid them little attention. Her eyes were still fixed on the lovely little wolfie they had found, and she longed to get to know her. As if by luck (or perhaps because a seven-foot-tall snake woman staring in your direction with piercing purple eyes from the doorway is difficult to ignore), the slender canine nurse calls over to Mirna, beckoning her over. “Hey there! Looking for the real party? Come over and join us!” Mirna hesitates a moment, holding her arms across her front to hide the slight chub of her tummy as much as possible. She’d feel much better if she could sit down instead of being exposed like this, and so makes her way over to the group. The canine nurse’s ears perk up as she approaches. “Awesome! And by ‘real party’ I mean we’re all the people who are either too cool or too shy to join in on the dancing, haha. Let me introduce you! I’m Alex.” Mirna smiles at their forward charm, and nods as Alex introduces everyone around the circle. The little cutie dressed up in the game cosplay is named Syl, she learns… Mirna extends her scaled wrist to shake her hand as they exchange pleasantries. Looking away after letting her eyes linger for a second, Mirna glances at the various drinks held by the group. “Ssso, uhm… where’d you guysss find the booze? I checked the, uhh… kitchen, but didn’t find anything.” Alex perks up again, her eyes smiling behind her nurse’s mask. “Oh! They moved everything outside onto the porch for the party, I think. Want me to get you something, Mirna?” The newcomer sighs with relief, her shoulders lowering as she feels the anxiety of the party already washing away at the thought of impending alcohol. “Ohmigosh, that would be a lifesssaver. Whisssky and coke, pleasse?” Alex hops up after taking orders for refills from the rest of the group, heading back through the house before returning shortly with a drink for Mirna and fresh beers for the others. By all accounts, it should be a chill time hanging out with some friendly strangers… but Mirna’s usual anxieties in combination with her intense attraction to the girl sitting just a few feet away is enough to keep her downing drink after drink just to stay calm. As they all talk about life, about their jobs, how they got invited to this party in the first place, Mirna can feel a heavy, hot flush building within her body and is thankful that her blush would be difficult to detect through her red and black coloration. If anyone knew how wet she was right now just watching Syl giggle at another one of Alex’s jokes, surely they’d ask her to leave… “Whoops, looks like I’m empty… I’m gonna go grab another, anyone want anything?” Syl is still getting to her feet by the time Mirna has already decided to make her move. It might not be a good idea to come on to a total stranger while shitfaced at a party, but she wasn’t too concerned with rational thinking at the moment. She excuses herself as well, putting on a convincingly composed facade as she concentrates very hard on not falling flat on her face as she makes her way out of the room and down the hall after Syl. Mirna catches up to the young wolf in the hall before the kitchen and reaches out to grab at her wrist. Spinning Syl around, the much-taller snake woman pins her against the wall, a seductive look smoldering behind the drunken haze in her eyes. “Sssyl... “, she whispers, her crimson tongue flicking out to tickle the tips of the canine’s fluffy ears. “Y-yes, Ms. Mirna? What are you doing?” “I need you to help me take care of sssomething, Sssyl… Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been looking at me all night.” Syl stammers, their height difference placing Mirna’s large, luscious breasts scant centimeters from her face. The smooth, supple scales of her cleavage heave with Mirna’s heavy breathing and the fur on Syl’s cheeks pokes out with wire stiffness as an embarrassed flush spreads over their body. “W-well I mean, you’re certainly a n-nice looking lady, but I wasn’t-” “Ssshhh…” Mirna darts her face downward with surprising swiftness, cutting off the smaller girl with a fierce kiss that threatens to engulf her entire muzzle. The snake’s long tongue slithers around inside the wolf’s mouth, tasting and smelling every nook and cranny as their bodies press together obscenely in the hallway. Even when so drunk, Mirna is careful to keep her long fangs from inflicting any harm on her chosen partner’s face - a lesson she learned the hard way years ago. Pulling away at least allow them both to breathe, Mirna swings her head around to look for somewhere more private to take her chosen prey, shrugging at the sight of the nearby bathroom door before swinging the door open and pulling a stunned Syl inside and slamming the door shut behind them. “I can’t wait to have a proper tassste, you cute little thing… let’sss sssee…” Syl can only squeak in mock protest as Mirna grabs her by the hips and lifts her bodily onto the edge of the sink to take a seat. The inebriated snake woman kneels down between Syl’s legs, sliding her hands roughly over the wolf’s soft-furred thighs and up beneath the short skirt of her costume to play at the edge of her panties. Syl bites her lip as Mirna’s fingers probe beneath the cloth to find… “A dick?  You have a dick? ” She recoils in surprise for a second, looking over the delicate, slim wolf before her, their large, bulbous erection exposed and straining against the inside of their panties below the now-upturned skirt. A pair of plump testicles threaten to push out of the women’s underwear on either side. Syl turns their head to the side, avoiding Mirna’s gaze. “I-I thought you knew! I mean, I thought it was obvious. It was just a little costume, I wasn’t trying to fool anyone, I was just-” Mirna can barely register the femboy’s excuses, as her eyes are transfixed firmly on the large, blue erection throbbing before her. It wasn’t the sopping wet pussy she had planned on eating out, but something about the slim, girlish figure before her - not trying to fool anyone indeed, hmph! - with such impressive equipment… She was already aroused beyond the point of no return, and despite being sloshed, one thought was clear: she could work with this. She dives in quick, tearing at Syl’s panties as she pulls them roughly out of the way and allows her cool, reptilian mouth to wrap around the bright tip of his throbbing canine cock as she sinks down to the base of his shaft, the force of her aggressive deepthroat and heavier weight pinning the whining wolf against the sink mirror. “Ms. Mirna! Ahn, that feels so good!” The anxiety of the early evening well behind her and replaced with alcohol-fueled arousal, the ravenous snake woman gripped her prey firmly around his plump little butt as she bounced her head up and down on his cock with sensuous, sinuous movements of her long neck, lusty moans escaping around her taught lips alongside great gobs of saliva that ran down the length of Syl’s thick cock to coat his taut testicles and pool in the sink below. Even with his entire length rammed down her throat breathing is effortless for her species, and she enjoys the chance to flex her skills on such a tasty specimen. “W-wait, if you keep doing that I’m gonna-” Mirna lifts herself off of the femboy’s straining member, silencing him with an intense and hungry look. “Not yet, you don’t. If you want to be such a girlish tease then I’ll make you cum like the little bitch boy you are. Unless you want me to stop?” Syl is taken aback by her fierce, confident demeanor, so different from the shy, chubby woman he had met earlier. His cock was aching for release, and his natural submissive side screamed loudly inside his head to comply. With a gulp, he nodded, before yelping with surprise as Mirna lifted him up once more into the air, almost bumping his head against the ceiling as she deposited him back down on the wide sink counter on his hands and knees. “All you need to do is moan for me like a good little boy, and hope nobody outssside hearsss… unlesss you’d like that, mm?” “No, I don’t want anyone to- oh!” Syl’s half-cry, half-moan is in reaction to Mirna placing her supple, soft-scaled lips against the pale pucker of his exposed asshole and giving it a long, wet kiss. His erection, pointed toward the floor and pulled back in Mirna’s hands, stiffens further at the contact, and Syl lets out a cute, high-pitched yip at the contact. She laps in long licks along the soft downy fluff of his taint, her crimson tongue dancing around his rear entrance to coat it in a moist sheen of slimy saliva. Mirna draws back to admire her handiwork before diving in again, this time pushing her tongue insistently against his lubed-up hole until it slips through. She explores the warm, wetness of his insides, her long tongue snaking and swirling around as she begins to jerk his cock, pulled back to point straight down towards the tiny pair of panties stretched between his slender thighs. She discovers the firm bulb of his prostate quickly and begins to push her tongue against it, massaging that most sensitive spot firmly and moaning in time with Syl’s pleasured gasps as she finds herself more and more turned on by his total submission. It isn’t long into this attack that Mirna feels Syl’s testicles tighten against her chin and pull close to his body, and she unsheathes her tongue from inside him just in time to watch his thick canine cock convulse and deposit rope after thick rope of semen into his outstretched panties as he bucks in place, his hips rotating back and forth and causing some of his cumshot to miss its target and splatter loudly against the ceramic of the sink bowl. His long, girlish moan draws to a close and turns into heavy panting as collapses to his stomach on the counter, the arms and legs on one side dangling off the edge. Just as Mirna is licking her lips in satisfaction and preparing her next step to take care of her own need to get off, the door to the bathroom is opened abruptly, and a slim sexy nurse with a short skirt barges in: Alex, the other canine from earlier. “Syl, are you in-” They freeze upon taking stock of the scene: Syl in a state of partial undress, their cock still stiff and knotted from cumming into their pulled-down panties. Semen and saliva coat the fur inside their thighs, and they barely register their friend’s arrival through the heady post-orgasm haze. Beside him is Mirna, her one-size-too-small witch outfit rumpled, pulled low over her shoulders and high over her hips as her hands hover over the steamy wetness between her legs. “Guh, uh… I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was intruding on anythi-wagh!” Awkwardly attempting to back out, Alex is caught by surprise as Mirna lunges toward him as if possessed, spinning him around into the room and pushing the door closed with his hips in a drunken whirl. Her hand scrabbles behind her back for a second before finding the knob, and she twists the lock with a soft click . “No more dissstractionsss… Ssso you want to play too, little girl? Or perhapsss you too have a sssecret… Ehehe, let’sss sssee!” Mirna advances on Alex, backing them up until the back of their knees collides with the rim of the toilet lid and they fall over backward into a seated position. Alex’s skirt is far too short to hide anything, and their tight white panties with a red cross emblazoned across them and the obvious bulge they contain are exposed. A boy, and another well-endowed one at that! Her suspicions confirmed, Mirna gives no hesitation to kneeling on the floor before Alex and working his undergarments down past his knees. “It’sss your lucky day, cutie! I wasss just about to have my turn but I guesss I will take care of you firssst. Jussst relax, mm?” She begins her treatment of Alex’s cock with a series of long licks, thoroughly wetting every angle of his rapidly-swelling shaft, heedless of his mixture of moans and half-formed starts at rationalizing his way out of the situation. Satisfied that his his cock is well-lubricated, she allows her tongue to dangle down toward her cleavage while she pulls the cheap Halloween fabric of her top down to bunch around her waist, finally freeing her sizable chest and allowing her to spit a healthy gob of saliva between them in preparation for her next move. She pauses then, her chest exposed and a slight pad of chubby flesh visible above the bunched-up costume. Her natural anxiety threatens to cut through her drunk, horny haze like a piece of cold, clear glass, but a sudden groan and shift of movement from the spent Syl draws her attention instead. The slim femboy has slid off of the sink counter now, and is trying to regain his footing amidst the cum-stained tangle of his panties. His soft, fat cock hangs low, swinging from side-to-side with the movement and trailing a sticky strand behind it as it does. The delicious sight is all the affirmation Mirna needs to push forward, and she leans over to gently grab at his member and draw in nearer to her and into her mouth. While she suckles of Syl’s soft cock to get him back to full attention, Mirna guides Alex’s wet member between her breasts and pushes them together around it, surrounding him in a squishy, supple embrace that exposes his thick throbbing tip every time she bounces up and down. The slight texture of her delicate chest scales teases each veiny bump of his bulbous cock, soon the bathroom is filled with a chorus of wet slaps, strained moans, and heavy breathing. Perhaps the second femboy had a short fuse, or maybe Mirna was just that good, but she soon feels him straining against her chest, his hips thrusting of their own accord between her breasts as he strives to bring himself past the point of no return. “Not ssso fassst! I want to sssee sssomething firssst.” Thinking back to how she had finished Syl off with a rimjob, Mirna had considered doing the same for Alex… but a much better use for them both had popped into her head instead. “Get up, you little boybitch. Sssyl, againssst the wall.” She pushes herself off the floor, dragging the straining, edged Alex to his feet with her. Leveraging her larger frame and the natural power dynamic that had formed between them, Mirna is met with little resistance when she pushes a nervous Syl front-first against the far wall of the bathroom. She grips one of the firm cheeks of Syl’s femboy butt and pulls it aside, stretching open his still-moist asshole and presenting it to the other canine. With her free hand, she grips Alex firmly at the base of his bright, twitching cock and tugs insistently to bring the tip against the offered entrance. Syl gulps nervously at the fat head now resting against his tight hole, while Alex’s breathing increases in pace, torn as he is between shame, arousal, and the primal, overriding desire to cum at any cost. “Syl, hah… I, uh… are you okay with this?” An uncertain Alex queries, mustering the last shred of social decorum he has in this drunken pocket dimension the bathroom has seemed to turn into. “Uhm! I don’t- I mean, you’re so- I think-? Yes, please! Just fuck me; I need it, okay?” Mirna wasn’t sure what repressed emotional or sexual tension was playing out between the two feminine wolf boys before her, and she didn’t particularly care. She just wanted to watch a big fat canine cock fuck a cute bubble butt senseless and was damned if she’d stop now. With the drama played out, she moves her hand from Alex’s ready cock to his backside and pushes him forward. She can practically feel the penetration, the sight of that bright, bulbous erection disappearing into Syl’s tight pink hole causing a tingle of pleasure to crackle between her legs and run up her spine. Syl grunts as his friend’s thick dick stretches out his asshole, a delightful burning sensation that causes his own cock to twitch and stomach to tighten. Alex’s pushes further under Mirna’s insistence, pulling a long, girlish moan from the slender Syl. The femboy’’s insides are warm, wrapping tightly around him as pushes up to and beyond the wide bulge at the base of his penis, seeming to fill Syl to his limit. “Give it to him good, wolfie! He’sss all yoursss.”, Mirna whispers in Alex’s ear, before giving him a sharp slap on the bum. Pinning Syl’s chest and shoulders against the wall beneath his own, Alex pulls his hips back, the both of them moaning as the thick bulge of his canine cock pops out of Syl’s flushed ring. Alex rises to the tips of his padded toes, thrusting up and into Syl again and again as he picks up a quick rhythm. Resting her back against the same wall that Syl is now being fucked up against, Mirna smiles with satisfaction to see Syl’s tongue lolling from his mouth, his head turned sideways and face pushed against the wall by Alex’s body leaning heavily against him from behind. Syl’s eyelids flutter and his eyes roll back as the femboy topping him slows down to give a series of deep, hard thrusts that seem to drive into his core. Sidled up alongside Syl, Mirna allows her hands to take charge of her own pleasure as one wanders across her slightly-chubby belly and the costume bunched up around it and down between her legs while the other cups one large, soft breast to squeeze and knead and play at the firm flushed nub of her nipple. Mirna’s chest is well-endowed, and the darkly-colored scales across her front are much more fine and supple than those running along her back. As a result, her fingers almost seem to disappear at times as the work at the soft mound, the plump flesh of her breasts engulfing her thin, delicate fingers as their long nails dig into the tender surface of her chest, massaging her impressive assets and enhancing her pleasure in coordination with her efforts down below. Between her legs, a practiced hand has found her moist, glistening slit, thin and hairless, and nestled between soft, plump outer lips. Her clit, hooded like herself, is engorged and eager, sending shivers up and down her body and the pointed tips of her fingers trace slight circles around it, a tantalizing taste of more to come. Looking down between them, Mirna watches as Syl’s bright blue cock jerks and jumps each time Alex’s heavy balls slap against the back of Syl’s white and grey-furred thighs, her deep purple eyes hypnotized by the strand of thick precum dangling from the pointed tip of his canine cock. She’s already longing for another taste, and soon she slowly begins to slide down the wall to rest her plump, padded bottom against the floor and allowing her knees to raise up and legs to spread apart as she continues touching herself, her head much closer to the action now. The snake’s fingertips dance across her pussy, darting quicking inside her moist, trim folds before retreating, slick and wet, to rub in furious circles around the outside of her scaly sex. A gentle wave of potential pleasure builds within her before breaking as she plunges two fingers deep inside herself, curved upward and pumping hard with a series of obscene and wet squelching sounds. Mirna fingers her wet cavity with vigor, years of self-study allowing her to hit all her favorite spots and avoid inflicting any injuries with her wickedly-pointed fingers. Perched somewhere between a delicate, sensual exploration and wild masturbatory abandon, Mirna moans on the floor in a growing puddle of her own arousal as she brings herself to the edge again and again beside the two rutting femboys. Taking a break each time she gets close to withdraw her fingers and slap the flushed, chubby exterior of her pussy and hooded clit as she writhes about in total drunken pleasure. Alex whines in Syl’s ear, nipping at it as he leans further into his friend, pressing them together and pinning Syl even more firmly to the wall. It is as if Alex’s hips have a mind of their own, thrusting fervently into Syl’s soft, warm insides to relieve the great pressure and tension built up in Alex’s disproportionately large cock and swinging, bulbous balls. Each time he draws out the entire length of his member from Syl’s punished asshole, starting with the fat base and across the vein-chased shaft to until the pointed, quivering tip lies just barely buried in his friend, Alex can swear it is as if Syl’s body is drawing him back in, hugging and tugging at his erection to encourage another pump, one more stroke of the piston to drive inside and bulge his belly, hitting that elusive but oh-so-good spot deep within. The atmosphere in the room has built to a hot, sticky cacophony, heedless of the party outside the locked bathroom door or the world at large. Syl feels trapped between the cool wall in front and the warm, furred body pressing from behind, giving him a burning, sore pleasure in his butt that fills him with a pleasant heat and then leaves him empty, his body craving the next thrust more and more. His entire perception feels reduced to these sensations, and one other: the fierce stiffness between his own legs, almost painful in its erection, bobbing up and down with each movement transferred to his hips from behind. Precum flows freely now from him, stimulated and massaged free as the wide, shallow curve of Alex’s fat cock pushes and slides against the firm spot of his prostate. He feels a need to release, like a pressure is building inside of him, a great wave of pleasure locked away just waiting for him to access it. If he could just grab at his cock, he could give a conduit for all the sensation built up inside of him by his friend’s assault of his asshole and let it flow through him and out the tip of his member in glorious orgasm. Syl does his best to look back and ask Alex for help, even as his words are interrupted as each thrust of his partner’s hips takes his breath away. His pleas appear to fall on deaf ears, however, with Alex’s head firmly buried against Syl’s neck and his entire focus dedicated to picking up his pace and crossing the finish line with rapid thrusts and draw ragged breaths from the both of them. Desperate to cum and cum together, the slender grey wolf does his best to grab Mirna’s attention instead. Luckily for him, focusing on the show was the core of her pleasure, and she takes notes of the femboy’s plight immediately. Swinging one leg between those of the femboy couple, Mirna slides her wide hips across the floor and ducks her cobra’s hood beneath them so that she is seated before Syl, her head and neck level with his bouncing, achingly erect cock. With a quick bit of clever handiwork, she brings her hand from between her legs, already slick with her juices, and wraps her fingers around his straining member. Even with her long, slim digits, it is a struggle for her to connect the tip of her thumb and fingers around his massive cock, and she delights in the feeling of such warm, firm girth against her palm. Bringing her free hand down to resume her work on herself, Mirna begins to jerk Syl and herself off with a swift rhythm that matches Alex’s thrusts. The sudden increase in pleasure is too much for Syl, multiplied further by the stimulation of his prostate. Syl does not go over his edge as much as he is launched from it, his cries muffled against the bathroom wall as his cock twitches and jumps, pulsing out a jet of hot, sticky semen that slaps into Mirna’s face and neck, coating the inside of her hood. Further contractions pulse thick ropes against her chest and open, waiting mouth, coating the red and black snake woman in a criss-cross of pearly white. Those same contractions cause his ass to tighten, and the rhythmic milking of his cock drive Alex to cum as well, finishing with a deep, hilting thrust that buries the growing bulk of his knot firmly within Syl and plugging the warm, creamy load that he has painted his partner’s insides with from escape. As the first ropes splash hot against her cold-blooded scales, Mirna allows herself to release as well, her hips lifting and knees bending inward as a gushing spray erupts between her legs, wetting Syl and Alex from the calf downward before her. She allows her thick rear to fall to the floor again when the last wave of her orgasm has passed, practically splashing in the wet mess covering the bathroom tiles. With his belly full and body spent, Syl sags to his knees before his legs push out from under him and her falls chest-first to lay on the floor. Pulled down by the necessity of his knot buried firmly within Syl, Alex collapses on top of him in a damp, panting pile. Having slithered out of the way, Mirna slowly lifts herself to her feet, her knees shaking weakly in the wake of what has transpired. She turns on the sink to a gentle warm flow, doing her best to clean up the semen from her scales with a washrag before pulling her costume back down over her wide hips and up over her large bust. Cracking the door tentatively, Mirna is not sure if she should expect a crowd gathered outside or not… With her senses - and her anxieties - returning to her now that the reality of what just happened has set in, she makes a quick escape out the door as soon as she sees that the hallway is clear, strutting quickly for the front door of the party and making a hasty exit. Behind her, the bathroom door is left open, with a pair of feminine wolf boys knotted together and passed out in post-coital bliss for anyone and everyone to see… It isn’t until she is home later and recovering in a long, hot shower that the thought strikes Mirna: “Damn! I forgot to get her- I mean, hisss number!”

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Chapter 0 - The Extracurricular Science Experiment

Leo and Ori, mouse and dragon, have been called to the nurse’s office. The two boys wonder what is important enough to call them from classes this time, and they speak is soft voices as they walk quickly through the abandoned halls of the campus. No one is there challenge them on their journey; with lessons still in session, the school seems to be practically a ghost town outside the classrooms. Young Leo wrings his hands in front of his flat chest, ruffling the knotted kerchief of his sailor top, while the grey-scaled Ori opts to clasp his fingers behind the small of his back, resting them on his wide hips which are barely hidden beneath the short pleated skirt of their uniform. It would be typical for their friend Famfrit to be called as well when the nurse needed something, but today he was nowhere to be seen. The pair of them were intimately familiar with the unorthodox checkups favored by the head nurse, a short and all-too-friendly lizard woman with blue scales from head to the tip of her long tail. She was the object of desire for many of the overactive libidos among the boys in the school, but few of them caught her eye in the same way the three friends did. As they approach the nurses’ office, the faint sound of music and a current of warm air pushes past the frame of the door. The cold-blooded head nurse liked to keep the room hot for her comfort, and her high voice can be heard humming along to the tune over the radio from outside. The two boys pause to look at each other, still perplexed at whatever reason they could have been summoned for this time. Leo gives Ori a wary smile and nods with a shrug of his slight shoulders before opening the door. They are greeted with a wall of dry heat that forces them to inhale involuntarily as they blink quickly to keep their eyes dry. Across the room, Nurse Lin sits at a desk piled high with papers and scattered bottles and vials of various medicines. Turning in her chair, the buxom lizard woman flashes her new arrivals with a welcome smile, her eyes bright beneath a fringe of brown bangs. “Welcome, boys! So glad you could make it. Sorry to have to pull you from your studies like this, but I’m sure you don’t mind. Please, come in and take a seat - oh, and close the door behind you!” The nurses’ office is modestly-sized, with a row of individually-curtained beds against the left wall and an array of cabinets above an examination table to the right. Desks for the nurses line the far wall, with only the head nurse herself present at the moment. Lin is taller than either of the boys, though just barely, and she straightens out the dark pencil skirt and white blouse of her outfit as she stands up to approach her guests. The top few fasteners of her top are left undone, allowing her impressive cleavage to show, pale and smooth in contrast to her cerulean scales. Her smile is sweet, but the gleam in her lime-green eyes is clinical as she glances up and down her new patients. “Please, take a seat over there,” she says, gesturing toward the examination table with one hand and a flick of her tail. “I have been going over some of my records when I discovered you two were missing some very crucial shots. I’ve already obtained permission to administer the necessary medicine, so we can get you both up to code and back to classes in time for lunch!” Leo and Ori return her greeting meekly, intimidated as always by the more mature woman. With a small hop, they scoot their plump bottoms onto the table, careful to keep their skirts tucked to avoid any indecent exposure of their underwear to their faculty superior. The striped panties they both preferred to wear would be modest on a girl, but the two them both had difficulty keeping their members tucked inside without spilling out beyond the garment’s edges. “Excellent! Hmm, just allow me to double-check these dosages… have you both been eating well? Getting your exercise? Avoiding excessive masturbation?” Lin talks over her shoulder as she rifles through her papers and the collection of bottles and vials, chuckling to herself as her questions elicit a chorus of stammered excuses and half-protests from the two boys. “Aha!”, she exclaims with, turning again to face them with a syringe in one hand and two vials of colored liquid in the other. One is bright bubblegum pink, and the other is a deep grape purple. Plunging the syringe into the purple vial, she draws out a measure of the medicine before flicking the needle and approaching Leo. “Don’t worry, sweetie. You’re just going to feel a slight pinch…” With a practiced hand, she gives him a swift injection and presses a swab of cotton firmly against the needle prick. The slender mouse winces as the cold metal pierces his skin, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid watching the process. “There, all done! You may wish to lie down for a few minutes to let that work its way through your system.” Even as she steps over toward her next patient and prepares a new needle, Leo begins to feel groggy as if a great, gentle weight is pulling down on his limbs and eyelids. He keeps his eyes closed, leaning back on the balls of his palms to avoid falling over then and there. Before Ori can begin to contemplate that something may be amiss, the head nurse has taken hold of his wrist in one hand and placed the needle full of bright pink medicine against his arm. She pierces his skin with a slight sting and presses the plunger down, smiling sweetly beneath those clinical eyes of hers. “There there, all good! You may want to stand up, I think… or sit down! I’m not entirely sure, hehe.” Already, the grey dragon can feel a tingling, itching sensation spreading from the site of the injection. His arm twitches, and then his legs kick out from the table with a sudden tic. His heart rate increases, and as his breath quickens he looks over toward Leo to find comfort in his friend’s presence. “L-leo? Are are are are youokay?”, Ori stammers, his voice spilling from him faster than he can manage. His eyes shoot open wide to see his friend in a groggy lull, Leo’s head hanging low with his chin against his chest… and his skirt tenting between his legs as his long, fat cock expands in slow pulses from its confines within his panties and pushes up and outward. Ori attempts to reach out toward Leo, but gasps at the effort: the mere sensation of his body moving through the hot clinic air, of his clothing sliding against his skin and scales… it is as if every nerve in his body is amplified and firing on a hair trigger, and he freezes up lest he drive himself mad with the overstimulation. Simply sitting still and breathing is almost too much even, as he becomes acutely aware of each beat of his heart like a jackhammer blow to his chest, and the feeling of the burning air howling between his teeth with each breath. It doesn’t help that he can feel his own member rising in response to the injection, the hypersensitive ridges of his bright purple shaft scraping against the ragged cotton of his underwear as a flow of thick precum begins to run down the pointed tip as if a spigot had been turned. He wishes to recoil from the mixture of pain and pleasure, but every fiber of his body screams at him to stay still and avoid aggravating his already precarious position. Lin stifles a devious giggle as she observes the effects of the injection take hold of the two boys, and even that slight sound pummels Ori’s agitated hearing like swabs of cotton brushing against his eardrums. She takes Leo’s limp wrist in her hands, pulling him up from the table with gentle insistence, and in his drug-addled haze he slides down without question, swaying on his feet as he touches the ground. She guides him back to her desk, and he stumbles after, collapsing into a relaxed heap in her lap after she takes a seat and gives him a tug toward her. His cock, uncut and thicker than her wrist, juts freely forth into the space in front of her chest, his uniform’s skirt folded up against his stomach by the throbbing erect and exposing the heavy orbs of his testicles hanging down against his thighs where they have escaped the edge of his too-small panties. Ori puts all of his effort into handling the sensory overload of their shuffling movement, and as the initial spike of intensity begins to normalize, he becomes aware of all manner of sounds filling the room: the hiss of static beneath the radio’s music, the hot air blowing through the air system, the squeak of Lin’s chair and the crinkle of parchment paper beneath his own hips on the examination table… and something else, a chorus of low buzzes and deep rumbles playing out across the room in concert with thin, strained breathing. He focuses in on the curious sound, using it as a guide to block out the fiery flash in his nerves as he dismounts from his seat and shuffles across the room in stilted, delicate steps. As he approaches the infirmary beds against the far wall, the buzzing sound rises in intensity, and Ori becomes acutely aware that someone is present behind one of the privacy curtains. Noticing his interest, Lin pulls her attention away from undoing the lower buttons of her blouse to remark, “Oh, I forgot to mention: your friend came in this morning for his own checkup. He had a strong reaction to the medicine, so I let him stay here and skip classes hehe. Why don’t you check on him?” Ori winces at the volume of her voice before reaching out to grab the curtain with a nervous gulp. What should he expect to find? What did she mean by “his friend”? Sliding the thin cloth aside, his eyes go wide at the sight that greets him: his friend, the demon Famfrit, is propped up on his elbows and knees and bound at his ankles and wrists with surgical tape. A ball gag and blindfold are fastened to his head, and a steady stream of saliva has created a large wet spot in the covers beneath him. He is stripped bare, his clothes on a neat pile beside the bed, and his body is adorned in a web of pink and white wires which connect to a series of control units taped to his upturned hips. They all lead into his presented asshole, and the sound of multiple vibrators buzzes dully from within that tight, flushed ring. Two small bullet vibes join the ensemble, taped tight against his pert nipples. A bright purple condom is wrapped tight around the base of his cock beneath him and secured with rubber bands; the condom is filled to the brim with semen, ballooning obscenely as it sags against the mattress with the volume of countless loads. “F-famfrit?! W-what are you doing here?”, Ori stammers, lips tingling as they form the words. His friend can only groan through the gag, his body convulsing as his testicles pull tight against him and his cock rhythmically pulses another load into the already dangerously-inflated condom. “Mmm, yeah… his semen production was increased exponentially in reaction to the medicine, the poor thing was leaking like a faucet. This treatment was the best way to relieve the pressure and prevent him from going crazy from being too pent-up. The prostate is an exceptionally effective spot for milking someone’s balls dry, you know.” Ori did know, of course, having been subjected to more than one of Nurse Lin’s unscheduled “prostate exams” during his time here. He turns toward her to protest but is cut short by the sight of his friend Leo propped on his knees at the edge of the chair, the tip of his uncircumcised member placed against the small hole unbuttoned beneath her chest. With a yawning sigh of relief, the groggy mouse thrusts his hips forward and up to slide his cock between the lizard woman’s breasts in a long, slow stroke that leaves the swollen head of his shaft poking out from her cleavage. Lin cranes her head forward to suck on the dripping tip before Leo pulls it from her lips with an audible pop. The large-eared mouse continues his thrusts, penetrating the nurse’s cleavage and smearing a thick mixture of precum and saliva between her plump breasts. He is oblivious to his friend’s eyes upon him, or the bound and gagged demon being milked on the bed. As Ori watches, mouth agape and arousal growing, each pulse of blood through his member sends a shock of pleasure through his core as his shaft pushes against the constricting cotton prison of his underwear. The symphony of sensation bombarding his drug-heightened senses, from the sound of Leo’s low moans and the wet slap of his balls against Lin’s chest to the visual stimulation of his friend subjected to orgasm after forced orgasm is too much for him to bear, and he practically lopes across the room toward the tittyfucking pair before grabbing roughly at Lin’s soft, squishy butt around the back of the chair. “Hehe, it took you long enough to join in, I thought maybe the dosage was not strong enough. Let me just- oh!” Ori barely registers the words, the painful swelling in his cock and desire for release his only focus. With a grunt that causes his teeth to shiver, he pushes her from her chair onto her knees, and it is only through her quick thinking that she is able to deposit Leo onto his feet before her instead of in a heap on the ground. Overwhelmed with single-minded lust, the feminine dragon tears at the dark skirt hiding Lin’s lower half, and he can already smell the sharp tang of her wet arousal beneath the garment. When his eager hands finally tear the skirt free from her hips, he is greeted by a pair of backless panties, lacy and black to match her thigh-high stockings. Her pussy is sopping wet in anticipation, but it the tight winking hole above it which draws his attention like a magnet. Some higher function of his brain still operating in the background of his lust manages to pause his advance just long enough to recognize the bottle of medical-grade lubricant sitting on the desk beside them, a familiar bottle from the many times Lin has probed his own insides with the thinly-veiled excuse of maintaining his prostate’s health. Snatching the lube, he quickly anoints both her rear entrance the fat head of his cock before pressing it against that muscular ring and pushing himself inside her. “W-wait, you can’t just- ah! ”, she cries in meek protest, as the burning heat of his turgid shaft buries itself deep inside her asshole. Every vein of his shaft bulges with an uncanny ferocity as his arousal is inflated to its limits in response to the cocktail of drugs coursing through it. His initial thrust penetrates to the hilt, pushing past the gentle corner of her insides and seating his weighty balls firmly against the dripping slit of her sex. The sensation of her cold-blooded insides wrapping around his member is overwhelming, and Ori’s entire body is overtaking in spasms and shakes as he fights to process the acute pleasure of his every inch being encompassed by her eager ass. She moans again, feeling him twitch and jump inside her as his swollen head massages that oh-so-sweet spot deep within, and the lethargic Leo takes his chance to resume his own titty-fucking as he lazily pushes her open mouth and lolling tongue down to meet the head of his cock. Her cries of pleasure are muffled by the thick meat stretching her lips, and she sputters and spits to vocalize her appreciation of their tag-team. Ori gives her the supple, scaly cheek of her ass a sharp smack , sending a crackle of feedback through his own palm and up his arm. The vibration transfers through her body to massage his hypersensitive cock within her, and he follows up with few more spanks as he rides out the pleasure of her body twitching and twisting around him. Feeling settled enough to move his hips without losing control immediately, the young draconic femboy draws the length of his shaft from her wide-stretch asshole before burying it deep again with a swift thrust, and then another, and another. Soon, the two of them are fucking their school nurse in a steady rhythm, each fighting through their drug-addled haze to set a set a swift pace in and out of her holes. In her own way, Lin feels as heady as if she had been injected herself, her body being used from both sides by a pair of tremendous cocks belong to two of her favorite cuties amongst the student body. At last, however, each hit their limits in sync with the other, blowing their thick loads within her ass and throat before collapsing to either side of her, the cocks still pulsing to spurt out rope after rope of pearly semen across her entire body, their cum arcing through the air to paint her from face to hips and pool in the cleft of her breasts and the delicate arch of her back. The two boys are a mess on the floor, with Ori’s breath quick and ragged while Leo’s is steady and low, the tail end of their orgasms turning their erect members into cummy, convulsing pillars. Even as their contractions subside, though, their arousal does not - a side effect of the medication, Lin informs them through semen-streaked lips. She’d better write up a nurse’s note for each of them to excuse them from classes for the rest of the day while she takes care of their conditions. As she crawls toward the desk to grab a pen and some paper, however, Leo takes notice of her offered rear and inserts himself into her gaping, glazed asshole for his own turn. Ori takes this opportunity to bring himself to his feet and make use of his slutty nurse’s mouth before she reacts to the sudden penetration. The two boys take their turns with her freely for the rest of the day and on through the after-school periods, using every available surface in the room to fuck the blue-scaled lizard and leave her clothes and body a ruined canvas of alabaster white while poor Famfrit suffers in pleasurable torment, oblivious to all around him aside from his own vibrator-stuffed ass the dangerously distended condom beneath him. It is not until evening sets and the messy trio has worked through much of their frustrated arousal that Leo and Ori are able to maintain enough self-control to sit back and allow their cocks to soften to half-mast and begin cleaning up the infirmary under Lin’s direction, the head nurse affecting a professional demeanor again in spite of the stains and sticky fluids coating her from head to toe. She provides them all with spare lab coats to sheepishly make their way to gym showers to clean off together, milking them a few times more down the drain for good measure before sending the two on their way home. Finally returning to her freshly-bleached office, she takes note of the demon in the corner bed and begins preparing a new condom for him to fill. With the fun part of her chemical exploration over, now begins the paperwork… Lin finishes wrapping a fresh set of bands around the base of Famfrit’s cock and pulls the curtain closed, settling into her chair with a sigh as she pulls out a pen with one hand, and lets the other drift between her legs as she recalls her observations from the day...

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Chapter 0 - Dirty Dealings, Dirtier Demons

“Ms. Milan,   I have been following your rise with some measure of interest in recent years, and believe that I can make you an offer which will be mutually beneficial for the both of us. You hold wealth and blind energy, while I hold items of great power and interest to such a curious and adventurous mind.   A driver will arrive tomorrow to bring you to my manor. We will discuss over dinner. Dress formally.   Ciao,   The Esteemed Bella Lee-Anne”   Sonya gripped the strange letter in one hand, crumpling the embossed parchment slightly as she gazed nervously toward the magnificently and stately manor house looming before her. The chauffeur had dropped her off without a word, heading away without formality or delay. Unless she wanted to make it back to town on her own two feet, her only way was forward; time to see what this mysterious “Bella” wanted from her.   Money, of course. Sonya was no stranger to solicitations for donations, investments, or plain handouts. Being wealthy was nice, there was no denying, but it did bring its own challenges. They say money changes people, but in Sonya’s experience it was more like money changed the people around you. Whatever. Bella had done one thing right already: she’d piqued Sonya’s curiosity. If there was one thing she couldn’t resist, it was a bit of a mystery, a chance at adventure. What strange thing could she have to tempt her with? Sonya was feeling giddy already as she approached the ornate front portal, heavy doors of dark wood set with elaborate carvings, and a rather unassuming brass bell set off to the side.   Barely a second passes between the bell being rung and the door handle turning… had someone been waiting for her just inside? The large doors swing slowly inward with a ponderous creak, revealing a… surprisingly unassuming figure on the other side. Sonya stares blankly for a moment at the young girl standing there, all prim and proper in a cute skirt and long-sleeved sailor top, pure white and striped with pink and navy. Her mauve-hued hair fell down either side of her delicate shoulders in voluminous rings, the larger curls running down her back fading to a charcoal black at the spirals’ terminus. The girl greets Sonya with a slight smile and wide, lime-green eyes. For several seconds, she says nothing, merely staring at her visitor. Her smile is unwavering, her expression almost blank, belying no emotion beyond surface pleasantry. The silence grows uncomfortable quickly, and as Sonya wonders if she is expected to introduce herself first, the girl finally speaks:   “Hello! You must be Sonya Milan, correct?”   She does not wait for a response, continuing to speak in a bubbly, upbeat tone.   “Of course I am correct, hehe~ I merely expected you to look the part, is all. Did my driver not give you enough time to get ready?”   Sonya glanced down at herself, suddenly self-conscious of her appearance. The invitation had said to “dress formally”... had she not gone far enough? A long dress of purple-gray fabric, elegantly cut high to one side to reveal one shapely stocking-clad leg and the gentle curl of her slender whip-like tail. Sheer detached sleeves loop over her fingers and run up the length of her arms, while thin straps criss-cross her tan back to support her generous cleavage. Black leather heels and a sprinkle of silvered jewelry complete the admittedly stunning outfit… or at least, she had thought it looked stunning this morning.   Sonya responded with a slight stammer, taken aback by her strange host and her forward manner of speaking.   “N-no! I mean: yes, I had plenty of time to- Oh, what I mean is: yes! I am Sonya. Are you the Lady Lee-Anne?”   The slender purple-haired girl placed the back of her hand to mouth to politely disguise a rather bright and haughty laugh.   “Ohoho~ Why of course, who else would I be? Don’t be silly, dear. Now come inside, dinner will be served soon. We will continue in the dining room.”   Dinner is… awkward for Sonya, to say the least. The food is immaculate, of course, but the conversation is stilted across the large and otherwise empty table. Bella asks after Sonya’s interests and pursuits, maintaining a pleasant facade all the while pumping her for information about her various adventures around the globe. The questions seem to have no rhyme or reason beyond that, and soon the increasingly-frustrated Sonya plants her silverware down with a muted thud.   “What is the meaning of this, Miss Lee-Anne? Did you bring me all the way out here simply for dinner? I was told you wanted to discuss business.”   The purple-haired host pushes herself away from the table, continuing to smile sweetly as she stands up and folds her napkin with proper, practiced motions.   “Please… call me Bella. It will be easier for you later on.”   Sonya tilts her head at this remark as Bella continues:   “If you would like to “cut to the chase”, as it were, then so be it: I would like to make use of your time and your fortune. Not that I need it, exactly, but running errands can get sooo tedious. It would really be much more fun to have someone capable to help out every now and then.”   Taken somewhat aback, Sonya takes some time to form a response.   “You… you want to use me as your glorified errand girl? Just because you’re lazy? I’m sorry, but I think there is some misunderstanding here. My money and I are not here to be your plaything!”   Bella laughs again, her tone beginning to drip with condescension.   “Ohoho~! What is it you crave most in life, dear Sonya? Adventure? Exploration? The base appeasement of your puerile curiosity? I can offer you something you’ve never seen before and something you never will if you walk out those doors. Can you honestly tell me that you are not the least bit interested?”   The words find purchase and give Sonya pause. She doesn’t want to think of herself as so easily manipulated, but... she couldn’t deny her own nature. Information on this “Bella Lee-Anne” was scarce, but anyone operating in spheres of influence would have some familiarity with the name. She was supposed to be impossibly influential, but Sonya had never heard a reason to explain why. Still, if even half of the rumors were true, she is likely to have access to items or information worth considering…   “Hmm… Okay, okay! Okay, you’ve got me. Let’s see what you’ve got, hmm?”   Bella simply turns away with a smile, heading for a door at the far end of the dining room. She leaves without a word, prompting the confused Sonya to bolt upright and excuse herself to no one before rushing after her. Pausing only to the close the door behind her, she notices that the table has already been cleared behind her. Sonya hadn’t noticed anyone else enter or leave… had she? Shaking her head, she continues after Bella who has paused at the end of a long hallway, smiling sweetly as she waits for her guest to catch up.   “Here, Miss Milan. Join me in the study. I have something to show you…”   Sonya follows, stepping into a large room lined with stuffed bookshelves, mounted paintings and wall hangings in an eclectic selection of styles, and glass display cases filled with a variety of strange artifacts and abstract sculptures. As she makes her way into the center of the chamber, she hears the sound of the door to the study being closed behind her. Sonya whirls around to see who is there, and the motion sends her senses into a dizzying tailspin. The food… had she been drugged? She barely has time to consider the possibility before beholding the figure behind her… or rather, figures. It is Bella, they all are: five Bella’s standing in a perfect row, all sweet smiles and blank eyes.   “Wh-what’s going on?! How are you-”   Bella - that is, the Bella which had lead Sonya into the study - laughs coldly behind her.   “Oh, I am so sorry if my precious little clones startled you. They were not what I wanted to show you, not exactly…”   The dizzied Sonya does her best to turn back toward the speaking Bella, but her weakened legs give out from under her and she falls to her knees before her host… who has produced some manner of artifact from the study’s collection. It is a pale, smooth thing, chased in flickering script in a language unknown to Sonya… but one with which Bella appears to have little issue incanting as she holds the object outward to the stunned dilettante.   A sudden wave of electric sensation rushes across Sonya’s body as the cute and cruel Bella works a magic spell over her. She feels her weakened body grow hot, intense pinpricks blossoming across her skin and traveling down invisible paths within her to concentrate with her chest. An unusual sensation, at once both uncomfortable and oddly pleasant, swells within her breasts as she feels them begin to expand within her top. Her back arches as her muscles seize under the sway of the spell coursing through her, and her mouth opens in a wordless cry as her outfit reaches its limit, the silky smooth cloth constricting and squeezing her growing breasts. Her chest is too tight, it hurts, she is going to suffocate under the pressure of her own body!   Sonya’s massive mammaries push out against the dress, spilling over the top as they continue to grow to a ridiculous proportion even as the neckline digs sharpling into her tender flesh. At last, with a loud rip and tear, the garment gives way and explodes outward, allowing the full weight of Sonya’s altered upper anatomy to hang free, dragging her spent body down to the floor with them. Each obscene breast is larger than her torso, soft and pliable as they squish against the study floor, with her tan nipples grown to the diameter of a bottle cap and surrounded by dark, saucer-sized circles.   “Are you enjoying yourself, you pathetic worm? You look ridiculous.”   Sonya barely registers the taunting words of her host as she does her best to clear her drug-addled mind and shake of the residual crackles of magic tracing through her flesh. At last, she manages to drag her head upward, grunting with effort as her weakened body attempts to lift her new and rather weighty chest. What she sees before her in not the Bella that she knew, no. The cute, blank-eyed girl has begun to transform, dark energies swirling around her head in a mocking halo as her body grew before Sonya, shifting into a more shapely, womanly form. Her expression has shifted as well, to one of complete and utter disdain for the pathetic creature writhing around on her floor.   “Hold her still.”, Bella commands. Her voice is imperious and edged with malice. The Bella clones, still reflecting her innocent appearance, leap forward with a chorus of cruel giggles to grab at Sonya’s wrists, shoulders, and neck. “Excellent. I hope you enjoyed this small demonstration of my power. Did you even know such things existed in this world? It doesn’t matter. There is more to this ‘experience’ which I intended to offer you in exchange for your service. Refusal is not an option.”   At this, the demonic Bella reaches down to her now ill-fitting outfit, tearing off her shirt and skirt in a single effortless motion and casting the ruined garments aside. Sonya’s eyes grow wide to see that the panties she wears underneath are bulging outward to their limit as they struggle to contain the spooled length of an impossibly large cock. It must be longer than Sonya’s arm, and was still soft! Her stunned expression elicits a soft chuckle from the looming Bella, who brings her slender fingers down to free her titanic member from its prison and allow it to swing freely past her knees like a weighted pendulum.   “Oh, don’t look so surprised, Ms. Milan. You’ll have plenty of opportunities to study this appendage of mine quite intimately.”   Bella steps forward, lifting the impressive girth of her monstrous cock and laying it on Sonya’s shoulder. The captive girl can feel the blood coursing through its tissue with each powerful beat of her demonic host’s heart, fear and morbid arousal combating in her mind as Bella’s length swells further still into a full, throbbing erection, its shaft chased in thick pulsing veins and the bulbous head already oozing musky precum by the tablespoon.   “What are you?! How are you… wait, if you fuck me with that, I’ll die!”   Bella laughs in response as she gestures for her clones to remove their clothes as well, each one revealing their own impressively large cock, although they pale in comparison by far to the true Bella. Pressing themselves and their eager members against Sonya’s body, they work in concert to lift her off the ground before the crowd around either side of her to grope and knead at her ponderous breasts, still sensitive and sore from their magically-induced expansion.   “Now now, don’t be so dramatic. If I am going to kill you, nothing you say could stop me anyway. Besides, I merely wish to gift you the opportunity to please your superior. Let us see if those ridiculous udders are for more than show!”   Bella allows for her demonic cock to slide down Sonya’s shoulder and collarbone, the trunk-like shaft brushing against the frightened girl’s face as it settles in the deep valley of her chest. Even with the two of them standing face-to-face, Bella’s length is able to push past Sonya’s breasts and rest the underside of her brightly-flared head against her mouth and nose.   “Put that tongue to use, girl. Let your saliva run free down your chin and chest, I’d hate to have to punish you for giving a poor performance. Service me and my clones well and perhaps we’ll have a deal after all. Now then…”   The darkly majestic demon thrusts her hips forward and up, sliding her shaft through the soft tunnel of flesh created by Sonya’s breasts, pushed together by the attendant clones. Those with free hands have already begun to stroke themselves to the spectacle, enjoying the sight of their master’s fat cock rubbing up against her victim’s face, dragging her pursed lips across the thick ridge running the length of the underside of her shaft and delighting as Sonya sputters and spits against the hot meat and salty-sweet precum oozing in great dollops down toward the ridge of her nose. Soon, she is a slobbery, slippery mess, the messy mix of fluid running down her chest to collect in the deep pocket of her breasts and coat the monster cock fucking her overflowing bosom.   Her breasts jiggle and jump with each sharp thrust, and Sonya mewls pathetically with shame at her obscene appearance and the undeniable pleasure radiating through her body as the iron-stiff rod of Bella’s shaft plunges through the milky-smooth softness of her enlarged chest. Beginning to pant with each thrust now, Bella steps even close for one final full thrust through Sonya’s tits, clapping her hands on either side of her plaything’s breasts and squeezing them together tightly as she grunts with dispassionate satisfaction. A geyser of pearly semen thicker than Sonya’s thumb spurts out centimeters from her face, and she can feel each powerful burst of seed bulging through the length of Bella’s taut shaft.   The fat heavy ropes of spunk spiral through the air, falling across Sonya’s features with loud slaps and quickly painting her entire upper body white. Cum collects in a syrupy pool between her compressed breasts, oozing around Bella’s pulsing cock to run down the bodies of both women and form a slippery, pungent pool on the floor. When the spent demoness finally releases her hold on Sonya’s cleavage to step back and admire her handiwork, the rest of her load splatters down with a heavy splash. Without support, the drug-addled Sonya falls back onto her rear in the mess milked from Bella by her breasts.   “Not bad, I must say. You are able to serve me and my clones much better with such a filthy body. There is a while before the magic wears off… I hope you don’t mind being our plaything until then. Oh, not that you have much of a choice, of course.”   Stroking her impressive length back to a full erection with one hand, Bella snaps her fingers to command her smaller selves to begin their work. with insistent, purposeful movements, the blankly-smiling Bella clones orient the pliant Sonya onto her back and position themselves to best take advantage of her: One below, quickly burying her thick cock into Sonya’s ass without preamble nor preparation. One to take advantage of her sudden strained cry to fit themselves into her mouth with some effort, pushing past her stretched lips and plunging themselves into the depths of her throat. One between her legs, sliding into her wet hungry pussy with a soft sigh, and another to straddle her stomach and place their cock between the sloppy mess of her ponderous breasts. The final clone places Sonya’s hand around her girlhood, crushing her weak grip within both her own hands and fucking her smooth palm eagerly. The prime Bella observes the scene with a critical eye, delighting in the performance of her lesser selves as they turn their guest into their personal toy for the evening. She knows she’ll have her turn with every hole before all is said and done… but better to let Sonya warm up first. Bella has learned to be careful with her toys, lest she break them. She has become quite good at holding back by now… at least, most of the time.   ...when Sonya comes to, she finds herself in the back seat of Bella’s car, the demon’s chauffeur at the wheel. Her body is sore, incredibly so, and a doubt screams in the back of her head if her holes will ever feel satisfied by anything small again. She is naked, her body covered head-to-toe in congealed semen and thick demon seed, the rags of her formal attire draped across her chest… it is no longer to such a ridiculous proportion as earlier, but even without the influence of Bella’s artifact, there is a sizable increase. Sonya does her best to estimate… at least within NNN-cup territory, if not beyond. Will she ever return to normal…? Does she even want to? What exactly did she promise Bella, screaming for mercy and for more and her hands in that study? Her body remembers, but her mind is unclear aside from one fact: she’d made a deal with a demon, and she was sure to regret it.

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Chapter 2 - Roots of Yggdrasil

Chapter Two by Manasong and Annaryth The Google Document with Better Formatting --------------------------- I scan the hallway ahead of me curiously and look back at Elsa. She nods. There’s no sign of any activity in the rooms ahead, so I cautiously make my way down the hallway. I know how to fight, and I’ve been equipped with as much gear as Elsa can spare, so it’s time to put this fight to the fire. The corridors are long, and it takes so much time walking down them. It really feels like I'm crawling into the middle of a spaceship. I have to pay attention with every step I take and stay cautious, as every so often there’s a bump in the wall or a support for the ceiling. I glance back at Elsa. “I know you know without certainty they’re there, but can you tell me anything more about them?” I ask her. Elsa pauses and nods, thinking with that far-off look in her eyes. Her gaze somewhat dampens and then she focuses on me again. She looks distracted. “They are traveling in a party of six.” Elsa reports back calmly. “There are three small goblins present, two hobgoblin mages, and a… critter.” She says with disinterest. “Critter?” I asked curiously. “It seems to be a parasite of some sort that is trailing them. It is not important.” She says, smiling at me. “Generally, they can be eliminated very easily. This party seems well-suited for a first encounter. The goblins will present physical challenges to overcome, and you will have to account for and adapt to the present of two mages. They may do some damage to you.” She says, with a slightly worried tone. “Ah, pft.” I say. “I can handle a little damage, I’m pretty sure.” I continue walking down the corridor; the adrenaline running through my veins. After a moment, I hear them. The sounds of arguing. A man’s high temper is showing and someone is trying to pacify him. A gentle voice, if very low. Creepy-low. The door to the area is simple with windows on the inset. It looks like the inside is a large mess hall. They might be scavenging for food? I’m not sure. As I look around the room with my scanner on, I try to see if I can spot anything while staying out of sight. It’s kind of easy since I’m barely tall enough to reach the window anyways. The mess hall is pretty big, like I think it was the general mess hall meant for the common soldiers, but then again, this isn’t actually a ship so I’m not sure what the logic for this room’s layout is. There’s a lot of plain steel tables and long benches to sit on to eat. The walls are kind of covered with iconology that I don’t recognize, I might have to ask Elsa about that later. Elsa gestures with her finger, and I follow her gaze to where she’s pointing. There’s a weird brief blip on my scouter and I can see the outlines of the monsters she’s pointing at, probably through her mental connection with me. I can see there’s three little monsters, goblin-types, they look kinda weak, and the scouter says they are.. Well, monster-types with a weak threat level. However?. The two hobgoblins are interesting. There’s two of em, male and a female. The male is a shaman-type and his danger level is moderate. The female is apparently a “Breeder”-type which is a special status assigned to the monsters. There’s a bright glowing red gem inset on her chest, which is wrapped up in white silks like she’s a nun or something. Elsa, what does Breeder-type mean? I ask her via our safe space. {Well.. it means that monster targets humanoids and reproduces with them. They are intended to be the leaders of communities, to create monster villages and otherwise play a guiding role. They are smarter than other monsters as needed for this.}  So they’re basically boss-type monsters? I question silently. {If they are left alone to gather a support base and create their communities after capturing a humanoid, yes, they can present a serious challenge.} Elsa responded. So this is actually important. I point out quietly. If I don’t nip this girl in the bud, she might cause an infestation that could hurt you. {I had not considered it like that, but you are correct that she could eventually become a problem if left uncontested. However, it is not possible for her to create a base here; there is no one here but you at the moment for humanoid targets. It seems like there is some friction occurring between the group, however.} At that, I wonder quietly. Let’s see if we can hear what they are saying. I mutter in my mind to her. I make sure they’re not looking in my direction, then slowly open the door and quickly scuttle inside and close it silently. Elsa stays behind, but I’m not bothered by that. I figured she would have to since she can’t fight with me. I stay very low, remaining crouched beneath the height of the tables, so the hobgoblins, who are tall- very tall, actually, the female is like seven feet or eight I can’t figure it out- and begin to slowly Solid Snake my way through the mess hall, keeping the hammer as low to the ground as possible to keep it hidden. I hear noises from the group as I near them and pause. They’re talking?  Conversation? I had thought they’d be kind of mindless. This makes me pause and hesitate. I can’t understand what they are saying, though. Elsa, what - I feel Elsa reach into her space with me and gently tweak a few things through the implant in my head. She’s sharing her interpretation of the language of the goblins because she can understand it. Suddenly their language makes sense, even if they’re not speaking English. “The Spionnadh here is weak,” the female hobgoblin muttered softly with disappointment. I’m a little confused at the gaelic word, but I think the implant is just giving the best translation of what she said as possible; it seems hobgoblins are associated with gaelic language? “Even the food?” The male hobgoblin quietly sneers, his big-ass nose wrinkled in disgust. He sounds distasteful to me. Arrogant, and I get the impression he doesn’t like the female he is with from the disrespect in his voice. “It's all long 'dead,' just like preserved food, though I've never seen cookies as dry and bland as this.” She shows him a rather appetizing nutrient bar. “These walls are clearly humming with power! Can't you absorb anything from it, either?!” He growls with frustration, clearly having had this conversation before. “It's a power incompatible with mine, and there's some 'presence' preventing me from forcefully taking it.” She speaks with total calm and soothing, trying to prevent any escalation. {That would be me.} Elsa assures me. “You said you could absorb it!” The shaman shouts irately. “Likely absorb it!” “You useless…!” He slaps her, making her fall on her ass. “Why haven't you learned anything more useful?!” “I've learned what the healers taught me!” She shouts back, looking very distraught. “You hate killing, you hate fucking, and you hate cooking! What good is a weak healer when we don't even have anything to fight?!” He rants, looking distraught himself. He seems to even be remorseful that he hit her, after he calms down. “I'm sorry… brother…” she grumbles between gritted teeth, clearly despising saying the word.  Though he offers her a hand to get back up, she refuses it, and scoots away, standing up by herself. “You need to find some way to be more useful to the tribe or I'll cut your rations myself! Might even do some good to those stupidly huge tits of yours.” He grumbled with a conceding tone. His threats have lost the force they had earlier and he seems to be retreating a bit into himself. The goblins leer at the mention of breasts and chuckle evilly. I have to admit, she DOES have tremendously large breasts. It’s overpowering, really. Now that I am close enough, I can get a good look at this ‘Breeder’-type and I don’t think the status is undeserved. She’s got big ones. Very big, motherly ones. Kinda obscene. Combined with her lanky frame and pebbled appearance, she’s pretty creepy overall, but from the dialogue with her brother, I can’t help but feel bad for her. Still, a girl’s gotta do what a girl has got to do.. {Lily. The parasite I mentioned is on the move.} Elsa informs me. Ah, crap. That’s right, the critter. I scan the surrounding area, but I see nothing weird. The hobgoblins continue to argue as I focus on figuring out where the animal is. Elsa didn’t specify what exactly it was, so I’m not sure what I’m looking for. Elsa, where is it? I ask. {It seems to be located upon the small of your back, burrowing into your coccyx.} Elsa’s cool voice responds, and a chill runs down my spine. {It i’s adorable! I think it is attaching itself to your-} THE FUCK?! I jump up, smacking down the back of my ass and spinning around, trying to see this bug, I assume, this- whatever! That’s apparently digging into me?! I don’t even feel a thing happening! But I accidentally release Dischord's shaft, and it flops on the floor, making a loud clang that echoes in the mostly empty mess hall. All the arguing stops and everyone looks at me as I stand up dead straight with my hands planted on my ass and I feel like I just walked into a classroom in high school, buck naked all over again. That was the worst day of my life. The goblins growl angrily like dogs and grip their crude spears, then the shaman points his skull staff towards me and snarls angrily while muttering gibberish, giving me a very obvious bad feeling about this, but the female hob does nothing. The goblins charge, and I instinctively grab Dischord again, then I retreat to not get surrounded. My body just moves on its own, repeating the same motions and strategies that I've done so many times during VR. Toto was much lazier and always chose the magic tricksters, but I liked to bathe in blood. This will be just like all those times, except real. It seems my "Speed" really is bad as the goblins are much faster than me, and they quickly catch up, but all they have is a shitty spear while I have a massive hammer, so I swing it. Whenever I touch Dischord, I feel a "button" within my mind, begging me to press it, and when Dischord's flat surface touches the goblin's spear, I hold it with all the strength my adrenaline-fueled mind can conjure. I suddenly feel my hammer's weight increase, becoming as heavy as something as massive Dischord should really be, and the flimsy spear snaps under its weight, then it hits the goblin itself and crushes it completely without slowing down. Splat, there goes a goblin, and blood shoots everywhere. I've just killed someone, and it was as easy as pressing a button.  But now Dischord is too heavy for me to lift, so I release the mental button, and it becomes light as a feather again, then my instincts scream at me that I can't stop moving, so I turn to my right and charge the next goblin. Then my eyes suddenly start to water as a black smoke surrounds me, making it hard to see, but I can still catch a glimpse of some green thing in front of me. I don't need to see to kill you! Splat, there goes a second goblin. But then I almost stumble as I suddenly become light-headed for some reason. {Behind you.} Elsa tries to warn me, and I take too long to understand what she's saying, so she just does something to me and my body moves on its own, but it's like my legs turned into noodles. Just bad timing. "AAAAH...!" I shriek as a horrible pain hits me in my right kidney, and it feels as if there's a searing blade piercing me. This never happened before. There's no pain in VR. Only in real fights. Only in real life. But I've taken punches from girls that hurt worse than this! I turn around in a huff and swing Dischord down with all my strength, the pain making me enraged rather than afraid, then I activate its power, but its weight doesn't increase. On the contrary, my whole body is suddenly flooded with energy, and my mind immediately understands that I'm powering up like a Saiyajin.  "FUCK YOU!" I scream, but the loud bang from Dischord's impact drowns out my words, then the sonic boom hits me, and I groan in pain as my whole body reverberates. I release Dischord's handle as I reel back in pain, but then I smell something amazingly sweet, and the smell almost immediately calms me down, which is weird. I also notice that my eyesight is back, so I turn to the shaman. His minions are dead, so he's a free kill, but he's still grinning creepily while pointing his staff at me, then my eyes fall on the blue boner peeking out of his fur coat… and I salivate. Hol' up. I turn to the female hob and the sight of those humongous honkers makes me even hornier. She's like Lulu from FFX beside Tidus. Sure he's cute, but it's fucking Lulu, man, and I'm not even gay, but I'd let Lulu do me any day. Especially a super tall fetishized  breast monster of a Lulu. Toto would even be happy join us, the damn lesbian fetishist he is. A cute moan escapes my mouth, and I realize that I'm actually fingering myself. The shaman lets out such a damn handsome and domineering laugh I feel my insides squeeze my finger. {Lily, activate [Spirit of Gaia] and cleanse yourself of this poison if you don't want to be raped.} Fucking what and WHAT?! {You did it when you got angry, but you can activate it if you find the mental 'button' for it.} The way my body starts to feel weaker and weaker while the hobs get sexier and sexier makes me think I don't have the time to search for the damn button, so I have to get angry. But that's my secret, I'm always angry. I roar while grinning maniacally, "YOU BLUE DA BA DEE CREEPER CUNT! I'LL MAKE YOU DA BA DIE!" "Eh…? Dwarf?! Fuck!" The male grunts, and the illusion of the handsome Tidus melts, leaving only a gruff old blue man. Not really unattractive, but no way I'm fucking him… well, only literally. I grab Dischord and run forward, the humming power giving me a massive boost of speed. The shaman suddenly becomes desperate and grabs a flimsy spear, but that matchstick won't stop me! Just as I get close, the female kicks the male, and he pathetically falls on his face while squealing in confusion, so I just slam Dischord's anvil-like side down on his head, and it goes splat. He’d looked so betrayed and hurt. The face sticks to my memory. I immediately raise my killing weapon up again, throwing blood and brain pieces in an arc ahead of me, which splatters the female hob. But she doesn't seem bothered. She immediately falls on her knees and spreads her arms open as she closes her eyes and shouts, “Please, spare me! Please, I don't wish to fight you!” I take a menacing step forward, but my rage cools just enough that I comprehend what she's saying. “What…?” I croak. A smile slowly grows on her dark lips, but then her chest heaves in quick sobbing motions, making me even more confused. The smile becomes a creepy grin at the same time tears start running down her cheeks and I lower Dischord in complete bewilderment. Then she starts making a weird sound. I think it's a sob, but it increases in cadence and becomes higher-pitched and now her generous chest bounces up and down with every move. She's chuckling. Chuckling while crying. “Elsa?” I ask aloud, alarmed, and a little creeped out. “What do I do here?!” The hob stops laughing and slowly opens her eyes, then licks her bloodied finger and laughs one more time. “I see that you're wounded; I can heal you…” she calmly offers out, then her yellow eyes stare at me with wild excitement as her tone becomes hushed. “And I can help you hunt down more monsters. You don't seem very high-leveled even though you have an Artifact.” “How do you know my le-... Elsa, help me speak her language?” Then Elsa reaches again into her space with me and tweaks a few more things in my head through the implant. After a couple of seconds, I suddenly feel like there's something at the tip of my tongue, then my mouth moves on its own as I repeat my question, just now in a completely foreign that has a thing with rolling their 'r', "How do you know my level?" My mind suddenly becomes flooded with words in this other language, as if there were two me's repeating the entire vocabulary in both English and this "Andraste" language. “Your fighting is so sloppy I'm sure you don't have a single skill in combat.” Lulu continues with a slick calmness. She sounds so good that I recover from my brief daze. But now that the adrenaline is dying down I start to feel so much pain in my kidney or whatever the hell got stabbed that I start to get light headed. I swallow hard and start to fall to my knees. “I can heal you,” The hobgoblin says gently, fearfully. She’s desperate to show she can be useful, to show she deserves to live. Aside from my blinding pain, I also start to feel terrible for her. She deserves to live, after all.. She shouldn’t have to feel like she needs to prove it. I touch my wound and close my eyes hard. Elsa gently reaches into my mind and I feel something like aloe leaves in my head, it’s so cool and chilling but it feels nice and I take a deep breath immediately. {I’m going to apply an Auto-Regen on you.} She says in her perfect queen icy tones. {This is a very slow but constant healing ability that will keep your HP up.} You know, I could have died there. I point out angrily in my head. That was not as safe as you made it seem like. I don’t think you’re very good at accessing danger. I wonder if my scouter is actually better at it, since it uses my own intuition along with Elsa’s knowledge. I rub it gently and actually take it off, since it feels like a heavy weight right now. “What is your name?” I ask the horned, Bayonetta-Lulu hybrid in front of me, and even though she’s on her knees, I still have to look up a little bit to see into her eyes, she’s so tall. “Ciara.”  She says immediately, and I can feel the gaelic in her voice. Geez. I hear her pronounce it as "Kiara" but I can see it in my mind it's spelled as "Ciara," which is just another weird thing to add to the pile.II  “Elsa, can I trust Ciara?” I ask out loud in English. {No, but she seems to be a 'tamable,' a monster that isn't immediately aggressive against humanoids. Though, I can observe and tell you if what she's doing is dangerous. A Vivimancer monster mage isn't necessarily dangerous.} I feel Ciara press her hand into my open wound for just a moment, and I instinctively squirm away. She blushes at her mistake then quickly switches to palming it instead, and I sigh. There’s a moment of silence, and then the red jewel on her chest seems to.. Activate? I instantly feel the pain go away, replaced by a rather pleasurable and chilly sensation that penetrates my back, making me curl my toes. I didn't imagine healing magic could feel so good, and I start to wonder if monsters would deliberately get themselves hurt just to feel this. I stare into her bright eyes as my breath becomes heavy with arousal, and I grab her face as I seriously consider whether or not to kiss her. She also seems to instantly understand what's going on as she smirks seductively, which is so goddamn sexy it instantly makes me weak in the legs. But she doesn't stop there and takes control of the situation. Once the healing stops, she leans into me, and I can feel things reaching a breaking point. I’m still so horny from the poison that shaman used, and I can feel my blood thundering from the excitement of combat. I’m excited. I’m aroused. I’m not entirely sure if I want to go through with having sex with this creepy lady, but she IS beautiful, sexy, and hits all the right marks for me.. She picks me up gently and pushes me onto the table, and Dischord clatters loudly to the floor. I gulp loudly and stare at her, watching her. I’m not sure what to do here. This is overwhelming me and I feel like I have stage fright or something. She’s taking apart my legs and pushing me back gently and I can hear myself breathing harder. It’s getting hard just to think. I focus on her breasts. I focus on the lush, huge enormousness of them. She’s got pebbles on her skin, sort of. It’s very sexy, I think. They’re on her shoulders, clavicle, neck. They’re so big and suckable. I really want to suck on them. I swallow and she can see my arousal is getting higher. “You look like you’re pent up.” She says, with a throaty murmur. She sounds just like Lulu from Final Fantasy X, a deep, super sexy confidence, and just a super low voice. “I can fix this for you.” She tugs her long fingers into the hems of my new pants-... “Be careful!” I blurt. “Don’t- don’t damage the clothing. It’s special to me.” I gulp. I feel Elsa thrumming happily somewhere in my mind at that. I think she might come into the room since I hear the door open, but I’m very distracted and can’t really check. “I will not damage the divine garments of my savior.” Ciara hums, and that makes me feel nervous. She sees me as her savior? I mean, I spared her, showed her mercy, and saved her from that asshole of a brother, but I’m not- Oh that feels nice. She kisses my thighs aggressively, and after all the teasing I’ve suffered through since I came here with Elsa, even THAT feels like someone is strumming inside me. A ticklish feeling in the small of my back reminds me that the.. parasite.. Is still there, which strangely doesn’t seem to dampen my arousal all that much, and that shows how many sources of arousal I have at the moment.. Ciara presses her lips to my hairless slit and I can’t help but squeal softly, and she smiles in response. “My,” she says softly, that damn throaty confidence. “You sound like you need this.” The parasite moves again and this time I feel it. Something is happening.. There’s a motion inside me. Inside my hips, like under my butt.. Above my butt? It’s hard to place it exactly. I’m not- oho. My womb is suddenly vibrating gently and that is a nice feeling. I guess it's meant to stimulate the victim while it does its work? Elsa, how does the parasite work exactly? I manage to eek out despite the constant hum of pleasure. {It's an unstable life-form that survives by attaching to humanoids, allowing it to leech from your stronger, system-boosted souls. If you allow it to grow, it may act as a mana focus, like a mage's staff, though it was most popular as an aid for 'leisure activities'.} I can feel her drawing closer, somehow. It’s like.. I don’t know, actually. It’s like my sense of space has suddenly adjusted to accommodate her? I can tell if she’s present because she’s connected to me in the way she connected us via the chip. So it’s going to leech off me.. Like a parasite. I’m not sure what I expected. I can hear Elsa chuckle softly in my head, and then I’m distracted by a very insistent tongue that is incessantly licking the little tip at the top of my cunt, like she wants to make a mark or something. A cunt hickey? "I never thought that the taste of a humanoid could be so delightful," she sighs wistfully, then she tongues me again but suddenly stops and chuckles. Her voice is just, it’s hard to explain.. It’s like someone held a competition for the sexiest low-bass, guttural type voice, like Lulu from FFX but with completely pornographic intention layered into every. Single. Syl-la-ble. Her voice is meant to be SEX. Not just sexy, it IS SEX. “You're a virgin…" She points out, her dark lips apart, almost drooling from excitement. "I am?!" I blurt out confusedly. "Why is that a question…? Nevermind. I want to feed on your virginity; it'll increase my power." As Ciara doesn’t wait for an answer and continues to press her worship into my skin at my thigh and nooks, I feel someone climb gracefully onto the table behind me, then I look up at the same time that Elsa’s face comes into view. She’s here, not to participate, just to.. be here for me, I think. She slides her body up against me and holds me against her chest like I’m in her lap, with my own legs spread wide for this hobgoblin to just.. She’s slathering her tongue all over me and it feels good. I think this body is fresh.. {Fresh?} Elsa inquires. I think this body was literally created when I woke up..  I explain in my thoughts. That would mean everything is new to it. There’s no damage from, you know, living.. No numbing that would come from getting used to certain stimulations over time. Everything is just.. Livewire. Ciara proves my point when her tongue suddenly whips into my hymen and I squirm. It’s uncomfortable even if the rest of this is a pleasure cruise. Between the parasite vibrating my womb, and Ciara working her stupidly long tongue at my hymen, I feel like something is going to break inside me.  Do I want it to? Do I want to let this happen? This is so much happening at once. Elsa is here to comfort me, and I can feel the safety net of her embrace around me. But there’s still something unknown inside my ass, basically, and it’s working organic magic on my womb, making things quite hot down there.  I remember my oath, and I remember that I am trying to engage this world head-on as genuinely as I can. I decide to hell with it, and force myself to start breathing normally. “Go ahead.” I say quickly. Her freakishly long tongue immediately penetrates me, mildly spreading me apart, then it presses against my hymen. I feel only a prickle as it's torn apart, and her tongue slither deep within me. What the fuck! But before things start to get interesting, she completely pulls out the tongue, and I see the stony, ebony-verdigris snake slithers down her chest until it touches the gem, then a drop of my blood runs down its length until it disappears into the red gem. It pulsates with life, then I blink repeatedly in confusion as I swear I see the thorn tattoo and the gem subtly grow bigger. I see her yellow eyes stare at me amusedly from behind her veiled armor. "You look confused… Virginal blood is a powerful symbol of growth, a precious commodity for someone like me." I barely pay attention to her words because her voice is like sex to my ears, and I'm still way too horny for anything brainy. "Glad I could help, but can we continue, now…?" I impatiently hurry her. She gives me another eargasm by chuckling. "With pleasure, my mistress." Then she lowers her head again. Ciara lowers her face and presses into my groin intensely, and I’m forced to watch the hobgoblin basically ravage my cunt with her tongue, and she’s damned good at it I have to say. She kisses things before she sucks them, and she licks them when she’s done, as if that will help matters. I think she might be a fiend. Elsa whispers to me into my ear, “Are you enjoying yourself?” With this arrogant, amused tone to her voice that is just really delicious to hear. She’s totally in control of all of this and I think she likes that. I kind of like it too, to be honest! Something tightens inside of me, hard. The parasite is working on me again. I can feel things inside me squirming as things are.. Reworked? It’s like I’m being adjusted somehow. The parasite is just having its own damn day down there in my coccyx I guess.  I exhale hard but the sound is way too hot for me. I shouldn’t sound like this. My voice is different. My body is different. Everything is different. Am I even still me?  I’m along for a ride in a weird as hell experience..  “Oh, you are just satisfying..” Ciara drawls out in front of me as she massages me with her tongue, and it’s weird but her guttural voice, the way it goes into my ears, tingles rush down my spine.   A moan escapes my mouth as her tongue works its way around the inside of me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt pleasure like this before. Is it because of my “new” body? Or something else? The combination of Ciara and Elsa’s voices makes me feel like I’m in a sea of pleasure. Both different yet both so...arousing.  “Jesus fuck, why are both of your voices so...damn sexy?!” Slowly, Ciara stops with her tongue and starts to introduce her fingers into my pussy. One after another, slowly stretching me wide open until her whole hand is in me.  “You enjoy hearing me speak, mistress?” She lets her words flow for longer than needed and my legs shake a little bit. I think that probably answered her question.  Suddenly, I’m reminded of the parasite as my womb vibrates again. "O-oh…" I moan weakly. "I see something is stimulating you…" Ciara's amused, velvety voice makes my eyes roll up my skull. "Ah, it's one of those parasites. Do you wish for me to remove it?" "N-no! This feels… too goo~d!" I shout as I feel something "twitch" inside my womb, and it's not Ciara's finger. "The parasites are adorable," Elsa gently fucks my ear. "And it is also enjoying this." Another "twitch" makes me grit my teeth. "Hold on, this is too fast... give me some time to breathe," I plead to them, and Ciara slowly takes her long fingers out of me, causing another shudder. Then Elsa gently plays with my red hair as she comforts me, "There is no hurry. You exceed my expectations with how fast you are adapting to your new situation." I instinctively close my legs as her unbelievably sexy voice causes another deep vibration within my womb. I think it's finally starting to settle. The short silence is broken by Ciara's purring voice, "Who are you, exactly?" But the question isn't aimed at me, and another burst of quivering makes me realize that the parasite's stimulation coincides with every time they speak. And Elsa's voice causes another jolt of pleasure, "I'm a personification of the dungeon. Its caretaker." "A… what…? You mean you're the core?" Ciara's mildly amused voice gives me butterflies in my stomach. Literally…! Well, it's figuratively, and in my womb, but you get the idea! "Ahn~...!" I moan out loud even though they aren't touching me, and they both give me a concerned look. "Please don't stop talking, I'm almost there!" "Are you seriously getting aroused from just our voices?!" Ciara exclaims and laughs softly. That laugh, my fucking God! Every time she speaks her velvety voice gives me chills, and then the parasite wiggles inside of me for good measure. I start writhing as the pleasure resurges again even stronger than before, and I’m not sure how much longer I can take this. "The parasite… is doing this… to me!" Both of them lean closer as they smile mischievously. "The parasite just enhances things you already find pleasurable. You are an audiophile," Elsa whispers into my left ear. Her words are like gentle pom poms that tickle my brain. "I don't know what that means, but I know that she's a slut," Ciara replies into my right ear as she rests her massive breasts beside me. Her voice is like a chocolate fountain that I want to directly drink from the faucet. And her last word causes me to convulse. "Oh...?" Elsa hums softly, but the pleasure quickly subsides. I need this… I need this orgasm! Give it to me! "Oh, fuck yes. Talk dirty to me!" I beg, mad with lust. "Slut," Ciara repeats, and it bounces around my mind on fire stamping the meaning onto everything it touches, everything I think of suddenly associating itself with the fact I am now a slut, a slutty string being strummed by her sinful song. "Oh my, are you our little whore now?" Elsa asks, and I squirm because the queen of Arendelle is calling me a whore and god help me I am getting off on it, I can FEEL my womb squirting. How is that even a thing? My womb never did that before. It's doing it now! I LIKE IT! “Mm, let me try.” Ciara says, and she lowers herself slowly, grabbing my chin gently and pulling her veil to one side, forcing me to look into her eyes. They’re like little yellow circles around her pupil, sinful yellows that fade into the blackness of her sciera. “Look at me, you little whore. You’re a dirty child, begging for release. A slut thirsting to be broken.” “Yes, I am, I am!” I cry out. I’m so close to the edge now, I can feel it is going to be something I’ve never come close to before. A strange new body, strange new sensations, getting fucked in my brain by sound alone..! “So eager. So enthusiastic. My daughter, you are going to be the perfect, prime material for the sluttiest humanoid in the universe.” Ciara growled at me, and I could feel her voice vibrating inside my cunt, inside my clit, inside my clitty. I could feel her voice inside my clit, then my eyes blew wide open and Elsa started to massage my head, knowing what was about to- “Cum.” Ciara commanded with killing intent, and I do. There was a brief moment of pain, a pinch, somewhere inside me, followed by an onrush of pleasure like I had never experienced before. I wasn’t just cumming, I was practically vibrating in every part of my body. I felt electric, I felt awakened, I feel like I’ve been plunged into water for the first time and every, single, inch of me is just delighted to be here today. “Cum!” Elsa instructs me to, like a school teacher giving an order, and I do. My fingers and toes tingle with bliss as I scream but I can’t hear my voice, it’s drowned out by the incredibly warm buzzing in my head that’s just Ciara’s voice mixed with Elsa’s love. I don’t even know anything anymore, and I don’t care.  Things go a little blindingly white from how overstimulated I am. I can hear Ciara’s voice but I can’t make it out because I’m screaming at the moment, all I get is snippets of naughty words, telling me how filthy I am, what a slut I am, and I feel no shame, just joy. I love this. I beg her to keep going, I hope she hears me. I can feel something inside of me spasming. I think it might be my womb. I’m having a wombgasm. Why not? It feels incredible, but at the moment everything does. I don’t ever want to not be like this.  "... her face of ecstasy…!" Then another spasm makes me see white again. I'm in a goddamn hentai, cumming repeatedly until my mind melts, and I fucking love it! Make me cum more! More! MORE! MOOO~RE! "... losing..." And I spasm again, and again, and again… until it all becomes one single wombgasm, making me feel like I'm swimming in the seas of Heaven. How could this be anything but a dream? I've ascended on my first day in my isekai life! "Lily...!" Elsa's stern voice is like a hook pulling me out of trance. "HNNYEES?!" I shout from the top of my lungs, still convulsing with the wombgasms. Is this what giving birth is like? Of course, not. I don't think my mother came while she had me, but Christ on a bike if having to survive this amount of pleasure isn't hard as balls. "You are not allowed to rest yet, child," she commands me. My whole body tenses up as I fight back against the spasms, and I gradually regain some feeling in my legs, just to give me enough strength so that I can agree like an obedient little slut, "Yes…!" "Good girl." Then something jiggly bounces into my view, two somethings, two huge somethings. Pale purple skin with round darkened circles at the center. Ciara's massive tits. Holy shit, I knew they were big, but this close, they put everything I knew about breasts to shame… but it's not like I had much knowledge about them, anyway. "Suckle on this, my daughter," Ciara's velvety voice compels me to obey, but she doesn't even need to say anything, those nipples need to get into my mouth, now! I look down her body and notice the shaft of the shaman's staff sticking out of her pussy while she fucks herself with it, but then my vision is blocked by her impressive mass just wrapping itself all over my face. The parasite shows it's still alive by giving me another spasm, and Ciara's soft whimper tells me I bit too hard. "Control yourself!" Elsa chastises me like an angry coach. I giggle mischievously, but then I start to feel bad, so I properly suck on the dark udder while my hand plays with the other. My face is so completely covered in soft flesh that I also have to be careful to not suffocate here. I swallow the nipple and chew on it just a bit, and then pull with as much force as I can muster. Ciara moans loudly and Elsa growls softly in disapproval. I feel her scolding tones and whimper softly, so I suck a little gentler this time. Ciara sighs softly, but Elsa hums her approval. If these two ladies want me to behave in diametrically different directions, there’s going to be problems.. Elsa, are you fine if I do what Ciara wants while trying to pleasure her? It won’t mean I’m ignoring you, but I can’t be what you both want at once. {How diplomatic. I dislike the brutish use of force,  but your request for my approval pleases me deeply. Yes, I think this will be fine.} I can feel Elsa’s happiness and it kind of makes me horny. I grab the other tit of Ciara’s and roughly bring it to my mouth, swallowing it in and sucking hard. I run my tongue over the texture of her nipples, experiencing how she feels. Ciara’s breath grows hot. She’s getting very aroused from this type of thing. I begin to push my hands into those absolutely massive tits and squeeze and massage them, spreading my fingers throughout the pale flesh. Elsa seems to be enjoying watching, but without a direct role in the scene I’m not sure what she’s getting out of it. She’s just there.. Watching. Voyeuristically. It’s kind of hot. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to- {Not yet.} Her voice cuts into my mind and I remember she can read my surface thoughts and blush. This will take getting used to, I think. I squeeze Ciara’s tits over and over, and I enjoy how the flesh bulges out between my fingers. I explore the stiffness of her skin, and notice it’s different from mine. She’s stronger, tougher. I have to use a lot of force to actually get the flesh to move, but it’s worth the effort. She moans happily as I slurp a nipple and I can’t help but feel warm inside. I still feel high as fuck from the orgasm and it’s easy to make me sentimental, I think, but the fact that she’s enjoying this pleases me. I am not sure why I care- she is just a hobgoblin monster I just met- but she already seems to have an attachment to me, and frankly I feel attached to her already as well. It’s quite unusual how easily I am forming these bonds since I came to this world. Is it a product of this world’s rules, culture, or just a product of me? Damn, I’m a philosophical loli. Philoli. Yes. I will call myself that. Someday in the future. {Do you always talk to yourself like this?} Elsa asked curiously. I hesitated to answer. Only with an audience. I admit. Ciara begins to knead her fingers into the back of my skull and it feels really good. I can feel how sharp her fingers are, and smell her .. hobgoblin smells, I suppose? She smells nice. Bloody. Perfumed. I think anything smells nice when you’re poisoned with lust meth. She has this shady smell, though, like, a kind of darkness. She’s.. I don’t know how to say this, immoral? She’s a lunatic Lulu lesbian. Or is she? I wonder if she’s just attracted to all humanoids, period. Does she have a choice in her sexuality?   I swallow her nipple as best as I can and proceed to push her off me suddenly, feeling hungry and curious. Ciara lets me do this, splaying herself out on the table in front of me with a curious look as her mask dangles in such a way that one of her eyes is hidden and fuck me if it isn’t hot.  “Oh?” She asks, looking me over. “Has the child decided to come to play?” She growled softly, smirking with wicked intent. Her eyes are sinful suns boring into mine, inviting me in. She wants this, very badly. So do I. It feels good to just.. Give in.. “I think you deserve more than a little nipple play after that divine experience you put me through.” I announce confidently. “I want to return the favor in full. Sit back and let your daughter work her magic on you, Mother Ciara.” “Oh I like that.” She murmurs as I address her, enjoying the ageplay concepts I’m throwing at her as I suddenly bury my head between her thighs, which are so silky, warm and easy to lose myself in. I’m not sure where pleasure begins and Ciara ends at this point, but who cares. I lick, I nibble, I feast, I find.  I want Ciara to feel good. I want Ciara to cum, just as hard as I did. That’s what she deserves, because fair is fair, right? I’ve never eaten a girl out before.. But I’m going to learn damn fast. I press my tongue around the offered hole, noting the scent of it- it’s stark, admittedly, but I tell myself I love it, because even if it’s a strange, strong, smell, I also must associate it with the fact that it's the arousal of someone who worships me. I need to get used to it.. I need to surround myself with this smell. I inhale deeply and just appreciate the vapor for a moment as I’m stared at curiously.  After a few moments, I begin to feast, pushing my face in, licking all the folds, getting into all the walls, pressing my fingers through the flesh, leaving nothing untouched, leaving nothing unlocked. I find an enormous clit that’s just sitting there, swollen and hot, and eventually pull it out of its cover, and wrap my little loli lips around it and suck it. It’s like candy that I can’t get enough of. It’s a strange taste, but more importantly, the sounds that Ciara are making- groans and whines of guttural depths, and deep, baritone moans- they make me shudder too. Her voice is still tickling my womb! As she begins to pant, I feel the vibrations of her voice in her body, and every time I do something she likes, the audial feedback makes me feel good, too, thanks to the parasite. I’m never getting rid of this thing!  I begin to force myself deeper, deeper, as I lick faster, faster, and before I know it, I‘m up to my neck in a cunt full of hobgoblin juices and she’s just gushing them as fast as I can swallow em. I’m thankful she’s not more of a gusher, I don’t really went to deal with- She squirted so hard a wave of her femcum splashed into my face and coated my chest. I think I thought too soon. It doesn’t matter. I keep eating. I keep licking. I suck, I nibble, and I devour. And that candy of a clit, I try to imbed it in my tongue. I wonder if I could get a magic stud to play with that stimulates her clit when I play with it in my mouth.  Like, it sends what I’m doing to her clit..  Maybe later. It’s a horny thought. After a while, the pace begins to heighten. She’s starting to scream, and she doesn’t hold back. Why would she? There’s no one here but us, and she knows I love her voice. Her cries are loud and as shrill as her dusky, deep voice can get. It sends shivers into my spine, and before I know it, I start to feel my hips thrusting, trying to eek out an urge that has suddenly resurfaced. I think I love this girl. She’s a wet dream. I might be thinking crazy, though, because once again she’s got me horny as fuck with her fucking voice and it’s just- there’s so much stimulation. I’m a machine now, a cunt-licking machine that doesn’t stop, and as she begins to arch her back and cry out I latch onto her clit and imagine that my mouth is a pinball machine.  She blows hard, and I defensively wrap my arms around my head before her legs clamp tight around them, as I expected (that would have hurt), and she screams out her bloody obsession with me in her language, professing undying love and adoration, curses, blessings, it’s all a mess. I can’t make any sense of it because as soon as she cums I keep her clit on standy with a thrumming of my tongue to keep her going. As soon as it’s safe to do so, I pull my hands down from my head and bury them between my needy little folds and frig myself silly to the vibrations of her orgasm playing out in my head and womb. The parasite is in love with Ciara’s voice, and so am I. It only takes a bit of stimulation to push me over again, and before I know it I’m squealing once more my pleasure to the woman in front of me, who pulls me up into her embrace warmly and holds me tightly as I finger myself repeatedly. Suddenly, there’s a blanket being put around us by Elsa, who also offers two black, sleek pillows. Both Ciara and I stare at her for a moment. “It seemed prudent.” She says, and walks away with a polite dismissive wave. “You two should nap and recover. I will check in on you in an hour.” It takes me a while to recover.  I keep fingering myself for a while until the orgasms finally pass, and Ciara coaxes me to stop the pleasure onslaught. “Easy, aoibhinn.” She says softly, cooing at me gently.  “You need to ease off. You’ll hurt yourself if you keep going that fiercely.” I huff softly and stop, laying atop her massive pillows.  “When you’re right, you’re right.” I admit after a moment, and pull my arms up out of my thighs, then she takes them and wraps them around herself. She holds me close and she feels very nice right now, very safe and warm. It’s easy to just float on these oceans of milk and hear her breath, listen to her. She guides my movements as I shudder automatically, and comforts me. “What did that work mean, ‘aeven’?” I try to pronounce what she said. “Aoibhinn.” She corrects me gently. “It means I find you worthy of adoration, let’s leave it at that.” She smiles at me deeply and pulls me up into her embrace, and I can’t help but feel deeply loved by this young hobgoblin. “You are a very special one indeed, child.” “How old are you?” I suddenly ask, piercing her with my eyes. “Because, you know, I’m really like 34.” Her eyes squinted at me curiously. “That is not possible.. How could something so young and so small.. Even for a dwarf, you're nothing near that..??” I swallow, but I figure to hell with it. I’m going to make her part of my group and she’s gotta know all the details because I’m not fucking hiding bullshit from people I want to trust me. “I’m from.. Another world. Entirely.  I was about to get married when I was pulled here.” I say firmly. Her sinful sunny eyes squint at me for a moment, but her expression softens immediately. She sighs and looks forlorn, then draws me up into her neck and holds me close, squeezing me as firmly as she can. I think she, like I, has accepted this new attachment to each other.. Might as well go all in, right? It’s weird, but when you have no one else.. You might as well love with everything you’ve got in you. Really, I think you should do that anyways, but that may be just me. “Lily, you have far too much sadness for blood so rich and young..!” She exclaimed as she shook her head and sighed, but then she turned a curious eye to me as she asked, “What is 'another world'? Do you mean another Realm?” I grimace and shrug. “Sure, I guess?” Caira's double suns stare intensely at me. She almost seems angry. "'Sure,' that's all you have to say?" "Well, yeah. I'm not .. I don’t want to feel attached to it.” I admit. “I mean, it was another realm, yeah. Another world. But that was then and this is now.” I say, laying my head upon her bountiful chest. And her eyes soften up immediately. "Did you hate your previous Realm that much?" “No, not at all!” I exclaim. “I mean, I.. I was taken away at the happiest moment of my life.. So I was very happy there. Happy enough to have the happiest moment of my life.. You know?” I ask her, struggling to talk. This is very difficult, emotional stuff. She senses the gravity in my words and strokes my back slowly. I realize she pays extra attention to my skin, she seems very intensely perceptive or attentive. She speaks with a soothing voice that lightens my mind, “I was happy to leave my tribe, so I don't quite understand, but I feel… I can feel that you were happy there. You had someone.” She says softly. “Oh yes. Toto,” I say brightly, then I chuckle. “He was… my Hermione. Except that would make me Ron, and Ron was always just kind of the ... you know.. excitable, horny, bright but not that bright.. wingman with a heart of gold..." I look up at Ciara, but all I see are her striking yellow eyes blinking at me. Then I frown and grumble, "Maybe not the best metaphor..." But she whispers confusedly, "Who are Ron and Hermoine…?" I smile embarrassedly at my own dorky geekiness. "Oh, they're the side characters in a story where a boy is pulled from his mundane life into a fantastic world of adventure that he can never return from. After the new world of magic, why would he go back to the mundane..?" Then my smile becomes strained as I realize something. "Kind of like.. me.." "Adventure? Like a hero story? One of those you humanoids like to dream about?" “Dream about? Hell, I’m living one right now!” I grin with some effort and she smiles at my attempt to stay positive. I think she can sense my slight mood from the topic and she stays silent for a moment as she traces circles on my back with her fingers delightfully. She is very loving. Then she suddenly starts to cryptically deliberate, “Trials and tribulations, fate tempting humanoids to fail, but all monsters know how tenacious your kind can be. Your situation fits the mold. You are, indeed, a heroine of legend.” She concludes softly in that Lulu voice. “Perhaps you will one day be spoken of in a story like this.. Ron.” I burst out laughing. “No, no! Ron is the wingman!” I exclaim. “Ron isn’t the hero, he’s.. He’s the sidekick. He gets the girl. No, I guess I would be Harry, he’s the, um, he’s the main protagonist there. Although I read a LOT of fanfiction where he was female, too.” Ciara raised an eyebrow. “'Fanfishckun'? What is that?” I grin cheekily. "It's the purest form of art." But she just gives me an actual innocent look, not understanding my geeky joke. I clear my throat and calmly explain, "It's like, when a fan likes a story very much, they pick up the pen and give birth to one of their own, but different. The fan wants the hero to do things in a different way, because that'd be so cool…!" But she once agains hums confusedly, "'Cool'?" "Amazing, impressive, incredible, stylish. But very different from what happened in reality." She hums in understanding, "Sounds like every hero story. Don't you know the bards embellish things to make the tales more exciting?" I brighten up as I realize, "Ooh~... I guess that's just old-school fanfiction!" And another question, "'Old-school'?" I grip my head in agony. "I feel like a teen talking to my grandma once again!" "Well, I am your mother," she calmly states in a voice that reeks of matter-of-factly, but she is being playful and her smile soothes the irritation that rose from her words. I sigh softly and smile back at her. I fucking love this. She isn't my "mama," she'll never replace the one back on Earth, but she is my "mother." I cheerfully suggest, "You teach me how to live in this world, and I'll tell you all about the cool stuff we have back on Earth." She calmly nods. "As is my duty." I close my eyes and hold back a sigh. Both Elsa and Ciara are godsends to me. There's no doubt about it. "I just hope my life isn't a cheap fanfic," I whisper wistfully. "You want it to be an epic adventure?" And I wonder out loud, "No, something more slice-of-life? Maybe a romantic, nice, exploration and growth story.."  I can hear Elsa chuckle in my head softly, I think she approves for various reasons. I realize I can feel her moving around in the ship.. It’s like I know where she is relative to me, somehow. It’s a strange feeling.  I can almost, if I focus really hard, sort of tell ‘how far I am away’ from Elsa based on this feeling, it’s the same feeling I have when my limb is in front of me or moving. How far my pieces of me are to me.  Ciara pats my head as she suddenly praises me, "How well you're taking leaving your Realm behind is impressing me." And I stare up at her in disbelief. "You killed your brother!" Then she gives me a bitter smile. "Only because you gave me the perfect chance, and you are the one who gave the killing blow. I'd never stand up to him without your help because that'd be the death of me." Jesus, that's sad. "Why is your tribe so horrible to you?" Her excitement visibly deflates as I force her to remember awful things, making me feel a bit guilty, but she surprises me with how open (and cold) she is when talking about her abuse, "We… no, they had reached the tipping point, where their numbers became too big for the dungeon to sustain everyone, so they were searching for ways to delve further into the dungeon, or humanoids to attack to either cull our numbers or find more food. "The problem is, I'm a healer, but we're not fighting anyone besides each other, creating no wounded for me to heal, so what is my use? I wasn't of much help elsewhere, so I was only a drain on our food stocks…" Then her tone becomes dark, bitter, and even a bit flippant. "But instead of killing me, they used me as a toy, as a living target practice since I could heal myself, and they berated me for simply existing as a way to take out their frustrations. "My brother was the worst, though… he knew that healers would be valuable in the future, so he kept me as a tool. We have many other siblings, but he was the only one born with the potential to become a Warlock, and I was the only one who could be useful to him, so he didn't allow me to learn magic to defend myself, forcing me to become dependent on him." I crawl closer to her face and lovingly cup her cheeks as I soothe her, "That sounds horrible, but I'm also surprised how… human you monsters seem to be." She huffs dismissively and closes her eyes for a moment to enjoy my touch. "We're made to be a reflection of humanoid society. Our faults are your faults." That sticks to me for a moment, and I feel terribly guilty. I don’t respond, and Ciara realizes she may have hurt me, becoming uncomfortable herself as I darken. I just attacked the goblins and the hob because Elsa told me to, and they immediately attacked me the moment they saw me. On the surface, this is just like a game with hostile NPCs that you can't talk to, but under all that is a depressing reality of a barely functional society. Philoli strikes again. And I tiredly chuckle internally. Earth isn't heaven, but it was fine.. No it wasn't fine, I was born rich, then moved to Canada before shit hit the fan in India, so I lived an easy life. This world isn't worse or better, it's just different. Back on Earth, we're all victims of human flaws, but here, the people, the monsters, they're all fighting because that's just how they are. Elsa said monsters are born with the instinct to kill, and nobody seems to be eager to start a truce then figure out a way to achieve peace. I don't know how to compare this to how Earth is, but I know that it's fucked up. This whole world is fucked up. My new world is fucked up… and the realization kind of breaks something inside of me. I look away, dazed. I don't know how long I remain silent, but then I start to hear a quiet, gregorian chant inside my head, somehow. Mad World. I start to sing, and it startles Ciara and Elsa alike.  “♪All around me are familiar faces. Worn out places, worn out faces.♪” I sing softly, and Ciara clutches me tightly, trying to understand what I’m saying. I think of Ciara’s expression as she killed her brother. I thought they were just familiar enemies, here for me to kill, but they had lives. Worn out lives, tired of living, trying to survive. “♪Bright and early for the daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere.♪” I wonder where exactly the endpoint was for any of them. Trying so hard to survive, but created to die, destined to die. There wasn’t even anyone here to fulfill this terminal prophecy given to each and every one of them when they were born. “♪Their tears are filling up their glasses. No expression, no expression. Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow. No tomorrow, No tomorrow.♪” There had been no tomorrow for any of them. Not until.. Not until I came along. “~I find it kind of funny.~” I say to Ciara, and her concern and confusion are overwhelming. I can feel Elsa trying to soothe me or calm me down, she doesn’t understand what I am doing and it disturbs her. She is coming back. “♪I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which you’re dying are the best you’ve ever had.♪” I can’t believe that they were really created just to die. They deserve better than that. What a horrible society that was born around this. “♪I find it hard to tell you.. I find it hard to take..♪” I don’t want to accept this. “♪When people run in circles, it’s a very..♪” Ciara suddenly sings, “~Mad world…. Mad world..~” and I stare up at her confused. How had she..?  I’m a child waiting for the day I feel good.. Happy birthday, happy birthday. “Silence.” Ciara suddenly instructs me, and she has so much love and steel in her voice that my throat clams up on command. I feel the way that every child should, sit and listen. “Sit and listen.” She says softly, sitting up and holding me in her lap. Came to school and I was very nervous, very nervous. No one knew me, No one knew me. Hello, teacher Ciara! Tell me, what’s my lesson? Look right through me, look right through- Ciara’s solar gaze fixes upon my eyes and my thoughts suddenly freeze. She is not looking through me. She is looking into me. She is seeing my pain. She understands me. She truly understands what I am feeling. I am being seen. I quiver. “This is not your world.” She says softly. “You are not responsible for how things are here.” My thoughts begin to slowly come back together, glue themselves together. She’s putting me back together. “You looked at me and saw a creature deserving pity, love, acceptance, when any other would have seen only something to take advantage of..  Something to take from. Something to use and kill and dispose of. You were different.” Her singular eye that I can see is filling up my entire existence now. I can’t see anything but her feelings for me right now, can’t feel anything but her body against mine, can’t breathe anything but her air.  She’s sworn some kind of religious fealty to me, but right now, she’s taken on exactly the role I needed her to take. “You're different, child.” Mother says, and I nod obediently. “You are new and fragile here. You're changing from who you were, and I know it will be a strange world for you, full of fear and difficulty. You retain who you are. You saved me, and you can save others.” I can save others.. I could change how this.. Society works, I realize. Maybe if this world sucks.. I can change it. I don’t have to play by its rules. I realize this, and something like Ciara’s steel is inside my soul. I feel Elsa, too, agreeing, humming happily. She’s entered the room again and soon I feel her hands on my back, supporting me. She’s also kind of a mother now, too, isn’t she? “I want to do that.” I say aloud. “I want to change things. I don’t think this horrible society is set up right.” Ciara shares a look with Elsa, and once the solar gaze is broken, I can feel my normal thoughts returning, breaking my reverie. What have I signed myself up for? “Then today I make a pact with you,” Ciara says softly and I feel her hands intertwining with Elsa’s as they hold my head gently. “You will be Queen someday.” I’m not entirely sure what she means, but I get the gist of it, and I don’t want to break this moment by asking for details. Elsa clears her throat softly. “I also join this pact. I think it is time that we become Family.” She says. Ciara hums an agreement. “Lily, this is the vow you must say to appease the Goddess of Growth and invoke a Fellowship matrix into your system.” "We swear to share our war and our soul, and to always keep each other's company." She says, and for a brief moment something weird happens. Her face kind of twitches, and she grimaces, looking to the side, but she’s not here, she’s somewhere else. I think she might be remembering something, but I don’t interfere as she clears her head and smiles at me. I interlace my fingers with Ciara's, and Elsa rests her hand over ours, then Ciara and I recite the fellowship vow. Suddenly, a weird sensation worms up my arm from my hand, and it continues up until it reaches my brain, then I feel something scratching, and I watch as Elsa.. does something to my status screen. [‘Info’] [Name: Lily Yajuujo | Age: 14 | Race: Dwarf] [HP: 100 | MP: 100 | Magic Power: 50] [Level: 5 | Experience: 17/1000] ‘[Stats’] [Strength: 20 | Endurance: 7 | Dexterity: 14] [Speed: 8 | Intelligence: 16 | Wisdom: 11] [Willpower: 20 | Charisma: 15 | Piety: 0] [Perception: 13 | Sanity: 15] ['Other'] [.Status Effects: 'Auto-Regen'.] [.Titles: 'NONE'.] [.Affiliations: 'NON- -  - - -  X Xx 0x x 1X X x 1x X 1x X 1 0 1 0 1 1 0x 1 1 01 x 1 1  0 x 1 x01 x 01 0 x0 x X 1  0x 10 X 101 0'.. The text flickers and warps, like all the characters are being randomized. [.A 1 f 1 0 lx 1 1 xX1 a 1X1 1x 0t X1 0 1 0 1 1x i oX n Xs 1] I blink. [.Affiliations: 'Ciara (Mother), Elsa (Mother)', Trinity (Symbiote).] [.Companions: 'NONE'.] [.Crimes: 'Serenely Flirted with Monsters'.] It takes only a few seconds for her to do this as she writes very fast, then the weird sensation retreats back through my arm and returns to Elsa's hand. “Wait. Why did you give me a crime?” I asked curiously as the feelings of weirdness recede, and I suddenly feel very comfortable with these two ladies. “Because I thought you handled Ciara very smoothly when you seduced her to become your mother.” Elsa said with a smirk, and I connect the dots. “You made me a smooth criminal.” “Yes.” “Get out.” I mumble, and Elsa laughs while Ciara looks on confused. “I think you will like what I have prepared for us next.” Elsa continues, holding a hand over her mouth cutely for a moment to cover the giggling politely. “I believe a cleansing shower is in order, followed by a meal.” My stomach grumbles in agreement. So does Ciara’s, actually. We look at each other for a moment and share a grin of shared hunger. I like that I can do that with her. It reminds me of Toto.. “Very well.” I stand up slowly, pulling my latex pants that Elsa made for me back up over my loli ass for the moment. “Take us to the showers!” Elsa smirks and turns. “Walk this way, please.” She says, walking with an exquisitely sexy sway to her hips. Ciara and I look at her, then each other subtly, and proceed to mimic the sway of her hips as we follow her, walking that way indeed. Fin Chapter 2

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Chapter 0 - The Ignoble Pursuits of a Femboy Knight

It was well past noon when the young knight Cedric arrives at his destination: a narrow, multi-storied inn tucked between stinking warehouses loaded with the day’s catch and cargo from far-off lands. The shrill cries of scavenger birds mingle with the ringing of ship’s bells, the grunts of overburdened stevedores, and the rolling of rickety, well-worn carts to and fro. Dressed in plain clothes with his sword at his side, Cedric approaches the entrance to the bustling tavern which occupies the first floor of the dockside inn, known to locals as the “Red Dragon” due to the wordless wooden sign which depicts a crudely-painted image of such a legendary beast. Cedric tugs on the door’s pitted metal handle and is greeted with a burst of raucous sound and dry, smoky heat as it swings open, the warm bustle of the tavern warring with the damp dockyard air in the doorway. He attempts to appear nonchalant and fails utterly. All activity pauses for a moment, every eye in the join transfixed upon the beautiful blonde newcomer whose cheeks are rapidly turning scarlet. Cedric can swear he sees a pair of gorgeous, goat-horned women lick their lips hungrily at the sight of him. He does his best to shake off the feeling of being sized up as he shuffles through the entrance and attempts to squeeze his way through the crowded floor and sidle up to the bar. Amongst the tavern’s patrons are a selection of burly sailors, scarred rogues, and all manner of races from every corner of the kingdom and beyond: fanged Half-ogres, hirsute Dwarves, high-strung bird people, their feathers askew, the curious and ever-popular Catfolk, and even a few Kobolds… the one he seeks is not among them, Cedric quickly determines. The young noble is certain he feels more than a few hands searching his pockets or groping at his body and the prodigious bulge in his trousers as he pushes his way to the bar, and he is careful to keep one hand on the hilt of his blade and one on his coin purse at all times. This is no time for him to get distracted, he tells himself as he fights to will away the erection which naturally follows such attention. Luckily, the gruff potbellied man tending the bar is far from Cedric’s type, and the plainclothes knight is able to refocus on his purpose for coming to this place so far out of his element. He leans against the bar, attempting to act casual even as his nerves send a quaking through his hands and cause beads of sweat to form at his brow. The bartender raises an eyebrow, ruffling his thick mustache from side to side with his lips as he waits for the conspicuous youth to speak. After a silent few seconds of awkward silence (and thirsty patrons growing thirstier), the tavernkeep clears his throat with an exaggerated cough before asking: “Anything I can do for ya, kid? I’m busy here, speak up or give up yer spot to a payin’ customer.” At being addressed directly, Cedric musters the strength to respond is a shaky voice, his volume barely discernible able the bustle of the tavern’s assembled patrons. “I-I’m here looking f-for Poro? Sh-she’s a Kobold.”, he stammers, still unsure if he is making the right choice in coming here to seek her out. Poro, purple-scaled Kobold thief who had humiliated him days earlier in an alley off the market square, taking advantage of Cedric’s inexperience with a blade and his lack of stamina down below to work his admittedly-impressive member (out of place on his otherwise slender, feminine frame) to the point of exhaustion before absconding with her stolen jewels and Cedric’s own coin purse and family ring. As a newly-knighted noble and scion to his family, it was an insult to his pride he could not bear, and so he thought to take Poro’s “offer” to spend more intimate time together and arrest her for her crimes instead. That was the plan, anyway… Now deep in an unfamiliar area of the great city he called home and surrounded by all manner of unsavory folk, he wasn’t sure if he was walking straight into the belly of the beast. The barkeep of the Red Dragon furrows his brows for a moment in recognition of Poro’s name, eyeing the strange youth who stood out like a sore thumb amongst the unkempt dock workers and petty criminals that filled out the tavern floor. At last, he jerks a thumb towards a wide set of wooden stairs near the back of the room. “Third floor, third room. Easy to remember. Only paying customers are allowed upstairs, though. So what are you having?” Of course, everyone needed coin for their trouble. That was something Cedric was used to even from his sheltered life on the high streets. He reaches into his purse and pulls out a gold coin, and the barkeep shakes his head. One more coin and Cedric is greeted with a nod and a tankard of lukewarm ale. Well aware of his status as a lightweight, he takes a small sip for courage and tells the man behind the counter to keep the change before pushing off into the crowd and toward the stairs leading up and away from the busy tavern floor. The mustachioed tavern master watches Cedric ascend upstairs before scanning the room and catching the gaze of a hooded figure perched in a shadowed booth: a white-scaled Kobold, with sharp dark eyes and a humorless expression. A quick glance is exchanged, the potbellied man raising his eyebrows in the young knight’s direction and nodding once. The nod is returned, and the strange Kobold gets up quickly and quietly to follow in Cedric’s footsteps. Upstairs, Cedric finds a dimly-lit hall with worn, poorly-fitted doors lining one side. All manner of sounds from snoring, fighting, and carnal engagements emanated from the inn’s rooms, although the door he now stands before is suspiciously quiet. The third room on the third floor… He must have the right one. Had the thief somehow gotten word he was coming and fled already? She had warned him that any attempt to bring justice to her or friends would be fruitless… Still, he had to try. Honor was on the line, and he had little else to care about. Alone in the hall, he grasps the hilt of his sword firmly and steeles his nerves, ready to burst through the door and dramatically apprehend whoever, if anyone, lay beyond… until a sudden blow from his side carries him bodily down the hallway and sends him tumbling across the floor. There is a weight upon him, and a large shadow looms above his addled vision; someone has waylaid him! Was it Poro, or another thief?! An opportunistic thug from downstairs? It is difficult for him to tell, and with his wind knocked out and a cold rush of fear washing over him, he does not bother to find out before instinctively reaching for his blade. CRUNCH A sudden, sickening blow is delivered between his unprotected legs, and pain and nausea shoot up from his tender testicles to the pit of his stomach. Cedric doubles over, and dry heaves. A cheap shot, indeed. “Any more funny business and it’ll be my knife instead of my foot next time. Come on, girly man: let’s wait inside.” A raspy voice, thin and vicious. Cedric can barely discern through his blurred vision a pair of broad paws with white scales and grey claws standing before him before his arms are abruptly and quite roughly twisted behind his back and swiftly secured with a tight knot. Cedric continues to cough from the reeling blow delivered to his manhood as he is unceremoniously dragged across the rough wooden floor of the hallway and through the door to Poro’s room, which is quickly slammed shut behind him by his mysterious assailant. The undercover knight is hauled to his knees, and he is finally able to get a good look at his attacker: a white-scaled Kobold, female, with thick thighs, wide hips, and a rather revealing outfit beneath her short dark cloak. Her trim stomach was dark grey, and the cold eyes which glared down at him were entirely dark aside from a deep crimson iris. “You’re the scrawny kid who’s been looking for Poro? Word travels fast around here.” She places one foot up on Cedric’s shoulder and pushes him onto his back, his folded legs splaying out beneath him. “Looks like you’ve got to deal with me instead. The name’s Keski, if I ever give you permission to speak.” Without missing a beat, Keski pulls her cloak off over her head and then bends over to slip her thin bottoms down her legs, tossing both garments onto the room’s small single bed. She brashly swings one leg across his body, straddling the captured Cedric’s head and giving him an obstructed view of her petite pussy, entirely smooth and with a blush of soft orange coloring her trim folds and the small hood of her clitoris. “Lucky for you, Poro still hasn’t forgiven me for the last time I broke one of her toys, so we’ll just wait patiently for her to return, mm?” “W-wait, what do you mean by ‘break’-mmph?!” Keski silences the lad quite decisively by squatting down and planting her exposed privates onto his delicately-featured face. She gives her hips a wiggle as she settles comfortably onto her new seat, mercilessly grinding herself against the boyish youth from nose to chin. “Ahhh, that’s more like it… Hey, make yourself useful down there, will ya? If you can get me wet I might even let you breathe a little, ahaha~!” Her words are muffled in Cedric’s ears through the firm pressure of her powerful thighs. He struggles to breathe within the warm darkness between Keski’s legs, sputtering against the delicate folds of her pussy mashed against his mouth. He can smell the Kobold’s musk, taste her tangy juices as she sits on his face and nonchalantly grinds her hips. He attempts to struggle, to roll out from under her, but her legs are too strong, his slender body too weak. With escape a futile attempt, his only option is to press forward, jabbing out his tongue against Keski’s nethers in the blind hope that he might satisfy her and earn some respite. Thrown into the deep end with his first experience going down on someone, his performance is… less than adequate. “Hmph. If that’s the best you’ve got, better hope your girl shows up soon.” Keski hums absentmindedly as she waits for Poro’s return, making sure to keep her temporary boy toy occupied down below as she cleans the tips of her blunt claws. At last, after what seemed like an eternity for the poor Cedric, a series of soft footfalls pauses outside the door before it swings open and Poro enters. She registers Keski with only mild shock and some measure of disdain, but her eyes flash with delight followed by concern at the sight of her young friend beneath the Kobold’s haunches, his legs kicking about and a truly impressive tent in his tailored trousers. “Keski! Let him go, he’s fragile! Ugh, what are you doing here anyway? Something tells me you didn’t come to give me the money you still owe me.” The white Kobold pushes herself to her feet, releasing Cedric’s sweaty, soaking face from between her legs as rolls over, gasping for air. She plants a foot on his back and pushes his chest against the floorboards. “Nuh-uh, not so fast kid. You should be thanking me, Poro! I caught this little twerp attempting to make a run at you with this fine sword of his. If I wasn’t tipped off, he would’ve been waiting here to, I dunno… murder you or something? How do you know this twerp again?” Poro sighs, setting aside a bag full of folded garments as she bends over to undo Cedric’s belt, taking his sword and scabbard in her hands. “Aww, is this true? I was hoping you would come find me for more ‘sword training’ exercises, but not like this”, she says, ignoring his protests to return his blade at once. She makes her way to a window of thick leaded glass and opens the latch, calling out “Free longsword! Catch!” to the street below before tossing his blade outside and turning back to her guests. Keski chuckles under her breath before speaking up, “Hey, at least I waited until you got here before taking a stab at him! And don’t think I didn’t notice what else he was packing, either. Why, I showed the restraint of a saint!” Poro shakes her head again with another sigh, and replies, “Keski, you were sitting on his face when I came in. What saint does that make you, again? Ah well, I guess you have a point… and if the cock’s out of the bag, there’s no way I can get rid of you without letting you have a taste, is there?” “Ahaha, you know me too well, Poro. I’ve killed men for that before, you know.” Keski smirks deviously. “Oh hush, you couldn’t catch me let alone kill me and you know it. Please, let’s not fight in front of the nice young knight? We don’t want to look crass before nobility.” “A knight, eh? What’s yer name, kid?” The poor abused noble turns his head to the side, practically speaking into the wooden floorboards: “C-cedric, ma’am. P-please let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone about this!” The two Kobold women exchange glances before Poro breaks into a wide smile. “Oh, I don’t think you will want to tell anyone about this either way, sweet Cedric. What a handsome name for such a pretty boy! You know, I was out looking for clothes just today to replace the ones you ruined with that endless supply of semen you seem to have”, Poro says, winking at Keski as she does so, “but I couldn’t seem to find anything in my size… Why don’t you try this one for me instead so we can see how it looks?” Poro reaches for her bag, pulling out a selection of garments and dangling them in front of Cedric’s limited vision, a taste of what is to come: a skirt, far too short and far too frilly, a short-sleeved blouse with a deep v-neck, and small, stringy undergarments with barely enough material to be considered clothing. “W-wait, you can’t be serious! Please, I can buy you new clothes instead!” Keski’s response is simply to pull a small knife from her belt and cut at the rope binding Cedric’s arms with the wickedly-sharp blade. She grabs him by the shoulders, flipping him over once again before bringing the cold metal close to his throat. “Would you rather leave here in the nude, then? ‘Cause these rags simply won’t do, oh no.”, says Keski, punctuating her statement by placing the tip of her knife under the collar of his shirt before pulling it down the length of his torso and tearing through the garment. With a spreading grin, she begins to slash at the rest of Cedric’s clothing, reducing his outfit to shreds as his lays frozen in nervous fear, unwilling to risk raising her ire or catching the edge of her blade. The last scrap of his clothing falls away, and Cedric is left completely exposed on the floor, covered in a cold sweat and blushing fiercely. By instinct he reaches down to cover his obscene boner from view but a menacing flick of Keski’s wrist warns him off, and he chooses instead of cover his still-sloppy face in shame instead. The two Kobolds drink in the sight of his slender, girlish body with glee, the sight of his lengthy member at odds with the rest of his slight frame. “Not bad, not bad. Now do me a favor for once and help me get him into these, Keski.” Cedric is unceremoniously groped, poked, and prodded as his two scaly tormentors play dress with him, forcing him into the skimpy (and suspiciously fitting) outfit that Poro brought home. At last he stands sheepishly before them, striking a feminine figure in his short skirt and blouse, unable to conceal the erection spilling out of the scanty underwear and lifting up the front folds of the miniskirt. “Aww, so adorable!”, Poro practically squeals. Her white-scaled companion simply looks on with an appreciative grin, delighting in the way Cedric squirms beneath their combined gazes. Her excitement has been slowly building since she first sat on his face, and she is finding it difficult to ignore. At last, she pushes him back onto the bed before climbing up beside him. “Ah, fuck it. Come on, Poro! You gonna join me, or what?” The purple Kobold has already begun to disrobe, stripping down to nothing before clambering up onto the far side of the bed. “Hehe, let’s warm him up first… remember how we treated that Half-ogre last month?” The two girls share an affirmative nod before getting to their knees on either side of poor Cedric’s hips, their backs turned to each other. With each of the Kobold women resting their tail on the other’s shoulder, they lift their hips and press their rear ends together to trap his exposed cock between the smooth, squishy swell of their ass cheeks: a double buttjob, courtesy of Keski and Poro. Cedric’s cock is quickly brought to its fullest attention, stiff and flushed from the fresh influx of blood. The small, supple scales coating the two Kobolds’ rumps glide with ease over his shaft, and within seconds the mounting pleasure of their coordinated assault is tugging at Cedric’s hair trigger: he moans, groans, and grunts, his hips pushing up of their own accord as his sensitive member jerks and pulses within the soft embrace of Kobold butt. A veritable fountain of cum shoots forth in thick ropes, painting the underside of Poro and Keski’s arched tails and pooling in the dimple formed by their pressed cheeks. “Damn, boy. That was quick! Give a girl a chance to get into things, huh?” Keski extricates herself from the tangle and turns to face Cedric’s cock, heedless of the mess she is trailing behind her. She turns again to face his erection, still standing tall in spite of the recent ejaculation. “I better have a taste before you give up on us, eheh~”, she says, leaning in close and parting her lips with a warm exhalation before snaking her broad lizard tongue around the still-swollen head before drawing him into her mouth completely. The taste of his cum spreads throughout her mouth and she breathes the pungent scent in deep through flared nostrils, enjoying the familiar flavor of human semen. “W-wait, slow down!” The boy’s cock barely has time to hit the back of Keski’s throat before he pops again, dumping another load directly into her stomach as his overactive testicles pull close to his body and his pelvic floor flexes with each wave of his orgasm. The white Kobold’s eyes go wide as her head snaps back, a thin string of semen trailing in the air between his cock and her lips as he continues to spurt into the open air. Poro giggles at the scene, all-too-familiar with Cedric’s lack of stamina, and Keski’s cheeks flush red in response. “Aren’t you nobles supposed to have some decorum?”, she growls, her words slurred by the thick seed still swishing about her mouth. “Have a taste of your own medicine, see how you like it!” With that, Keski leans down again, this time toward the captured knight’s own terrified face, and plants a rough, open-mouthed kiss on his lips. She uses her tongue to push his cum into his sputtering mouth, clamping her face firmly over his until she is satisfied that he has swallowed enough of his seed to learn this lesson in manners. “Alright, kid. Last chance to impress me. Put that useless piece of meat between your legs to work and see if you can relieve some of this frustration you’ve been giving me.” Keski gets into position near the base of the bed, presenting her cum-streaked rear to him and reaching back to spread her asshole for him, the tight pucker of her ring stretching with ease beneath her fingertips. “Only my friends get to use the front, so don’t even think about it. And if you dare cum before me, I’ll make you my little boybitch for the night instead. Sound fair?” Cedric opens his cummy mouth to protest before Poro cuts him off with a gleeful tone: “Sounds like a deal! Up you go, m’lord~” The purple Kobold helps push him up and to his knees before situating herself up near the head of the bed to get a good view of the action from behind. Already her hands wander down between her legs, gently caressing the front of her scaly slit and feeling the wet heat of her growing arousal. Noticing Cedric’s hesitation at Keski’s offered asshole, Poro delivers a swift kick - not too hard! - to his rear, nudging him forward. “Come on now, don’t be shy. You’ve already cum twice, surely you can last a full round by now”, she sneers. Unwilling to escape out into the inn in his embarrassing outfit and without any other options in sight, the degraded femboy knight takes hold of his cock by the base and place the tip against the offered rear entrance lest Poro resort to more than light kicks for motivation. Cedric’s girlish moan mingles with the deep sigh of satisfaction from Keski as his pushes his hips forward, driving his massive cock into the Kobold’s tight, muscular asshole. She pushed back against him, craving him deep inside the pit of her stomach, longing for a good hard fuck to scratch that particular itch in her guts and release the tension of a week spent stealing and cracking skulls. His plump, overworked balls press against her wet pussy as his cock slides in to the base, sending electric waves of exquisite pleasure radiating across Cedric’s shaft and concentrating in the head buried deep within Keski’s insides. Afraid of the consequences should he lose control, he hesitates, fighting against the rising pleasure of penetration. “Did you fall asleep on me or what, you slow fuck? Didn’t any sweet lass teach you that size wasn’t enough? Pound my ass before I pound yours, you useless cockslut.” Even with her face down and ass up, Keski has no difficulty ripping into her would-be femboy stud. To his credit, Cedric gives a noble effort to succeed at his task, his skirt and blouse waving back-and-forth as he draws out his cock from Keski’s stretched and gaping asshole before thrusting once, twice, three times into her hungry hole. Three thrusts, and he’s hit his limit: the girlish knight’s body convulses as he whimpers in shame, his fat dick half-buried in Keski’s butt as it pulses with each wave of shameful pleasure that accompanies his premature creampie. He falls back to his haunches at last, his semi-soft cock still twitching as the last remnants of his orgasm oozes out of the tip. His hangs his head in shame to mirror the droop of his lower anatomy, already bracing himself for what would come next. Her “boybitch”, she had said? Was more of this treatment in store? His regret at coming here cuts deep, and the pleasure he has experienced at the Kobolds’ hands is at war with his desire to resist such temptations of the flesh and embody purity in the face of corruption… but such temptations were difficult to ignore, and if his punishment was to endure more of the same, perhaps he could find the will to persevere. Cedric raises his head defiantly, looking up at his captors with determination to find… that neither of them is paying him any particular attention. Keski has already gotten up from the bed, and has her head buried in a chest of drawers across the room. Poro stands dutifully behind her, wiping up the mess of cum leaking from her barely-fucked asshole with Cedric’s rags and puttering about with a tsk here and a tsk there. “Thanks, Poro. I’m not surprised my ass was too much for him to handle, but barely more than three thrusts? He’s gonna get it. Make sure my new boybitch doesn’t go anyway, I still remember where you keep your toys.” Keski’s tone is one of disappointment tempered by clear focus, rather than the jagged-edged anger and insults he had expected. For some reason, that frightens him more. What toys does she mean? Poro saunters back to the bed with a saccharine smile, but her hungry eyes reveal a different intent than sweetness. Cedric was all-too-familiar with the double expressions of the nobility, but he had never imagined such a skill would be put to use in the boudoir of a thief. “C’mon, Ceddry, it’ll be fun! Keski knows what she’s doing.”, she says, taking a seat in front of him and pushing his head down between her legs. “I’ll let you take care of me while she gets ready, hehe. You still owe me from last time!” Keski finds what she is looking for with an excited “Aha!” before pulling a tangled pair of contraptions from the depths of Poro’s underwear drawer. Made of polished wood and leather straps, their function becomes apparent as she slips her feet through one and fastens it around her hips. The sculpted hardwood reveals itself as a meticulous-carved phallus of a size to rival Cedric’s own, its surface well-oiled and taken care of. Peering over the edge of Poro’s thigh to catch a glance at their Kobolds’ toys, the denigrated femboy recoils from in surprise at the sight, tumbling from the bed as he does so and landing in a gangly pile of slender limbs and frilly clothing. “What are two planning to do with those?!”, he cries out, futilely attempting to right himself. Keski tosses the spare strap-on to Poro, who dons it with a quick, practiced motions. “Come on now, kid. Isn’t it obvious? You blew your chance with my ass, so we’re gonna take yours instead.”, she says, and Poro chuckles in response. “But you can’t! I’ve never done anything like that and-”, Cedric continues to protest before Poro silences him with a sharp rap to his forehead from her newly-acquired hardwood phallus. “Oh hush,” she tuts, “ there are plenty of things you’d never done before meeting me, silly. This is just one more to cross off your list, hehe. Now get back to work before I decide to take your throat too.” Poro lifts her artificial member out of the way to allow Cedric’s mouth access to her dripping, teased pussy and pushes his face against her scaly slit to silence any further protest as Keski lifts his rear into position, leaving him on all fours in the center of the room. The white Kobold pulls his barely-there panties aside to expose the nervous pucker of his virgin asshole from behind. She gives her palm a broad lick, spreading her saliva across his rear entrance and the surface of her prosthetic shaft before pointing the tip at its target. “Here goes nothin’!”, she says and pushes against his ass. Cedric’s eyes go wide with fear as he struggles between the two women, a sharp sore pain mounting in his rear as the tip of the offending phallus breaches his ring and slides inside of him. “Don’t fight it, now. Just relax and breathe, you’ll love it before you know it. Or not, what do I care?” Cedric cries out in a series of grunts and squealing moans that leap unbidden from his throat, an unconscious reaction to the massive dildo fucking him from behind. Against his will, he can feel his cock stiffen once more as each stroke of Keski’s strapon puts on the firm bulb of his prostate, and his fat cock is soon dripping with a steady stream of viscous precum. “I think out little knight likes it, Keski! Give it to him harder!” Poro holds his face close, the frantic movement of his overworked tongue and the delightful vibration of his moaning whimpers driving her closer to her own edge. Keski slams away at his tight, tender ass joyously, and the room is soon filled with a chorus of wet slaps, pleasured cries, and loud spanking as she turns his taut buttocks red with her open palm. In spite of, or perhaps as a result of being treated so roughly and having such a crash course in prostate stimulation, Cedric’s entire girlish body quivers as his experiences his first anal orgasm. His spine arches inward, pushing his butt up to meet Keski’s faux cock, and as she slams into his battered boypussy a fierce rope of semen spurts from his dangling erection, splashing against the floorboards with impressive force. She thrusts again and again, milking a new surge of cum from his balls each time the smooth, bulbous head of his strapon pushes past his hypersensitive p-spot. Keski gives her new boybitch a few followup thrusts for good measure before pulling out of his hole and allowing the spent knight to collapse into his own mess, the wide gape of his asshole on full display as he pants heavily in the wake of his overwhelming ejaculation. “Dammit, Keski! Couldn’t you have kept him going a little longer? I was sooo close! I swear, you always were too good with that thing.” Poro pouts, hands balled into tiny purple fists at her side. First he ignores her warnings not to try and arrest her, and then he has the gall to actually show up at her place with a sword? That’s grounds enough for punishment, but to deny her her orgasm on top of all that? She was starting to get an idea… “Keski, throw some pants on - or don’t, I don’t care -, and go downstairs, willya? Let the good folks of the Red Dragon know that there’s discount boypussy on sale up here, two coins per load or five for ten minutes, as many times as they’d like. If poor little Ceddy here can’t make either of us cum, then he can at least provide for us the old-fashioned way. I’ll get him warmed up while you’re away…” Poro slides her fingers inside herself to collect some of her natural lubrication, slathering it across the tip of her strapon as Keski throws her cloak on over her naked body and skips out the door with a jolly tune on her lips. “You’ve got a lot to learn, noble boy. I’m afraid you’re gonna have to pull an all-nighter.” … A few hours later, the sun has long set over the city, and both Kobold women stand outside the door to the room, enjoying the sounds of fervent, sloppy fucking coming from within. At last, a long, deep growl is heard, and the door swings open to reveal a towering half-ogre, his soft cummy cock swinging low beneath his rough leather loincloth. He gives the two girls a wink as he lopes off toward the staircase, and Poro calls for the next in line to approach. A pair of voluptuous catgirls - the first female customers of the night - make their way forward. “Ten coins for ten minutes each, nya?”, they ask, offering the proposed amount. Keski coughs loudly, prompting Poro to respond with a slight shake of her head. “Sorry gals, but he’s a bit of a quick shot if you know what I mean. I doubt you’ll get much use of his cock, even if he is hung like a horse. The two catgirls exchange sly glances before reaching down to lift up their skirts: each of them is packing an impressive member in their own right, more than enough to give Cedric a run for his money. Poro’s eye’s light up, and she gestures through the open door to where her noble femboy buttslut friend is tied to the bed by his wrists and ankles, face down and gaping asshole raised, dripping with the combined loads of the Red Dragon’s patrons. “Right this way, ladies”, she says with a smirk as she takes their coins, ushering them in and closing the door behind them.

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Chapter 0 - Never Trust a Tiny Thief

Poro let herself breathe once more as another set of figures ran past the entranceway to the deep, shaded alleyway she found herself tucked toward the back of. “That makes six,” she murmured to herself in a sweetly-rasping whisper. None of the city guards who gave chase through the twisting streets heading away from the grand cathedral in the center of town had noticed her cut away from the main road and duck away behind a stack of weathered crates huddled tightly between the fragrant heat of a baker’s shop and the natural, peaty scent and scattered shavings of a local woodcarver. “Those fools couldn’t catch dinner if it were cooked and served to them on a plate.” Affording herself a soft chuckle and satisfied that the last of the king’s men had run off on their little chase, the small purple-scaled Kobold fished beneath her loose robes (excellent for all manner of thievery and/or a quick escape) and produced a sizable satin sack, sagging with the effort of containing its weighty contents. Using her deft fingers to undo the delicate knot holding the drawstring of the bag tight, Poro reaches inside to fish out a rather large and impressively-brilliant gemstone, just one of many in her purloined pouch. The gem gleams in the meager sunlight reaching the alley’s surface, and her eyes gleam in response as she beholds a future of easy living… at least until the cash from her score runs out and she’s back to her antics again. There weren’t many frugal thieves living in the city, after all. Why worry too much about wealth when you can just take more? This heist hadn’t been particularly daring, a simple second-story job into the apartment above an uptown jeweler… in broad daylight, above a heavily-crowded street. Simple enough, right? Well, the artisan running the shop did not seem to think so, so much so that they were still sweeping behind the counter when they should’ve been out making a delivery. Poro’s mouth crooks as she recalls that awkward moment of being discovered, hand outstretched to snatch up this particularly fine collection of gems. She wasn’t sure who had been more startled: her or the poor jeweler! She hadn’t stuck around to find out, instead improvising a plan involving a smashed shop window, more than one upturned fruit cart, and a devious roundabout route to mislead the summoned guards and give her time to break line of sight and dash away. The group that had been following her had all run off, passing by the unassuming alley deeper into the sprawling city. Poro was familiar with their routine: they’d give up soon enough and grumble about it over warm ale in the guardhouse after leaving her victim out of luck and with no compensation. She didn’t enjoy hurting other people’s livelihoods, per se, but if they truly valued what they had they really should take greater care to keep it safe. She was just an opportunist! She didn’t dwell much longer on the moral quandary of her larcenous ways: she seldom let such thoughts linger. Snapping back to reality, Poro lets the gem fall into the pouch with a satisfying clink before tucking the bag into the depths of her dark robes. As she turns to creep her way back out onto the street and slip away back to her hideout, however, a shadow falls across the brightly-lit entrance to the alleyway. Backlit by the open street beyond, it is difficult to make out the features of the figure blocking her path, but Poro’s sharp eyes pick out the silhouette of a sword at their side immediately. “H-halt, thief! In the name of the law!” Great, another guard… had she miscounted earlier, or had he been so far behind the pack to start with? It doesn’t matter. She grits her teeth, thinking of a way out of this situation that doesn’t end up with irons on her wrists or a blade in her gut. Wait a moment… did the guard stammer when calling out to her? His voice did sound a little high… Poro’s tail begins to sway gently from side-to-side as the inkling of a plan starts to form: if this guard is as green as he sounds, she may be able to ply her freedom from him and have a bit of fun while she’s at it. All while keeping the loot to herself, of course. The small dragonesque girl steps out from behind the crate she had been using as cover and raised both her hands in the air, the movement throwing open her cape to reveal a tight-fitting outfit of cloth and light leather, buttoned down the front with metal fasteners that have been tarnished to avoid unwanted reflections. A slender knife hangs at her waist, more for utility than anything, and various pockets and pouches can be seen attached to her wide hips. “Alright, alright! You’ve got me! I won’t put up a fight.” Poro allows herself a small smirk as the tense figure backlit in the alley entrance relaxes somewhat, moving cautiously toward her with a hand on the hilt of their blade. As they approach, the Kobold’s eyes quickly adjust to make out their features: a young man, barely more than a boy, dressed in polished armor and a freshly-ironed tabard. Not the symbol of the city guard after all… a noble family, perhaps? His hair is short and shockingly blonde, and his bright blue eyes are wide with apprehension as he warily confronts the thief. “A-alright”, he stammers, shaking visibly from nerves as he faces down the curvy little Kobold. “You’re coming with me, thief. Don’t try anything funny! Or I’ll, uh…” Perfect. A rookie, and by the look of his kit, someone who’s family spent more on his gear than his training. “Me? Funny? I wouldn’t dare risk having a strapping young gentleman such as yourself do… whatever it is you have planned, exactly.” She affects her best pout, pushing out her bottom lip as she gazes up at the young noble with practiced eyes. “But you’re not of the guard, are you? What have I done to you?” The youth puffs out his chest with pride, but his slight body offers the pose little impact. “I saw you rob that shop in the market! I can’t let justice go unserved.” Great, he’s a goody little two-shoes at that. This will be easier than she had initially thought. “Hrmm… a noble pursuit I can admire, but are you really ready to be chasing after ruffians in the street? I could be a dangerous thug, or worse!” Poro delights in her teasing, shifting instantly to a wide-eyed and sinister expression more appropriate for telling ghost stories than taunting an armed knight. He reaches for the hilt of his sword, drawing the brightly-polished blade from its scabbard with a jerking movement before holding the weapon out before him with a weak and shaky grip. “I’ll hear no threats, thief! S-surrender at once, or I’ll-” Poro reacts quickly, ducking past the point of his blade and moving inside his guard, her short body close against his quivering chest. “Or you’ll what? If I’d wanted you out of my way you’d have a knife in your gut right about now.” She didn’t mean it, really, but he didn’t need to know that. The young knight is frozen in fear at her effortless approach as she presses closer, slipping a hand beneath his tabard to grope at the soft front his trousers uncovered by mail for mobility. She smiles inwardly at the feeling of a rather bulky package beneath, not at all fitting his slender, feminine figure. “Tsk tsk. Do you want me to show you how to use a sword properly?”, she says, giving his soft cock a squeeze for emphasis. “I’d be happy to show you my technique in return for your silence, big boy. What do you say?” Her tone continues to carry a teasing note to it, and she already begins to work at the buckle of his belt without waiting for a response. “N-no, I- You’re under arres- ah!” The boyish knight cries out as Poro twirls him around her body and away from the entrance of the alleyway, stripping away his belt and allowing his scabbard and trousers to fall around his thighs in a tangle which leads to him collapsing with his back against the cool stone of the alley wall. “Looks like the only one all tied up is you, mister. Now be a good boy and relax, I promise this will be good… unless you want to draw attention to the fact that you’ve been bested by a little Kobold lass? I’d much rather keep it our little secret, hehe.” His trousers are tight already, his rapidly-swelling erection tenting out the tabard draped across his lap. Poro approaches, still cautious, and brushes the loose cloth aside with one scruffed boot before pressing the sole gently down against his bulge, teasing him through the taut clothing. She was begging to feel the heat of arousal rising within her, and combined with her natural desire to pilfer all hidden things, she kneels down between the knight’s askew legs and reaches for the drawstring of his pants, her hooded muzzle mere inches from his wide-eyed and paralyzed expression. Another knot is undone by the thief’s clever fingers, and she reaches into her victim’s pants in spite of his weakly-stammered protests to draw out… wow, a truly impressive member by Poro’s reckoning. The short, stacked Kobold was no stranger to the genitals of all manner of races, including human, but she’d seen few specimens as perfectly-crafted as this one. As thick around as her purple-scaled wrist, the knight’s cock curved gently upward as a fierce rush of blood kept it standing firm and erect in his lap. The entire length, ten inches or more, was chased in smooth, fat veins, and the bright pink head fought against the confines of its lightly-wrinkled foreskin as a sparkling bead of precum shone in the shadowed light of the alleyway. Grinning with hungry anticipation, Poro grasps the shaft firmly under the crown, her fingers failing to encircle the throbbing meat entirely. She slowly drags her hand down towards the base and- “Ah~ Nhng…” The cock twitches and jumps in her hand, the plump orbs of the knight’s testicles pulling up against his body as he grimaces and ejaculates- directly onto Poro’s snout and upper body. She is taken aback by the forceful stream of semen as it splashes onto her in rope after thick rope. “What are you- Did you just cum?! I mean it is obvious you did, but really? Aren’t knights supposed to be known for their stamina? You should be ashamed of yourself, you’re barely fit to call yourself a boy let alone a man with a performance like that.” Her young victim recoils under the barrage of insults, wincing with each gesture of her slimy, cum-stained hands. As she continues to berate him, however, the exposure of his spent member in combination with the Kobold’s scathing chastisement caused his cock - against his better wishes - to begin a steady return to full mast. “And another thing! You’ve gone and made a mess of my clothes and-”, Poro pauses mid-sentence as her eyes fall upon his massive erection, ready and eager to go again while looking entirely out of place on the effeminate young man who looked as if he wished to be in any other place than right here, right now. “Oh”, she continues, her forced indignation rapidly giving way to her usually devious grin. “Okay, I can work with this.” Poro reaches forward, giving the throbbing shaft a quick little flick of her claw and chuckling at how its owner winces before grabbing a handful of his dangling tabard and tearing it loose for the rest of his outfit. She gives her a face a quick wipe down before reaching for the buttons of her top and undoing them one-by-one, her claws giving off tiny clicks against the dull metal fixtures. Once a critical point in the line of clasps is reached, the top practically bursts open as her breasts spill out. Large, almost the size of her head, they are firm and pert, the soft blueberry-toned leather of her chest is a pleasant contrast to the purple hue of her tougher scales, and the dark nipples stand engorged and at attention. “I’d hate for you to make another mess all over my clothes… aren’t I nice for offering a better target?” The young knight merely whimpers, frozen like a deer caught in torchlight. “If you don’t want to go home looking like more of a fool I’d suggest the same for you.” She pauses, offering her would-be captor a chance to doff his armor and get more comfortable, but he seems to have little interest in complying. Impatient and ready to play her game, Poro reaches forward again to give his cock a firm and somewhat too-tight squeeze. “I said strip, little man. Lose the armor and let’s see what you’ve got.” “Alright, alright! Just please, let me go! I’m gonna-” Poro’s victim covers his face in his hands as his cock spurts again in her tight grip, a large volume of semen flowing out of the tip in fat dollops to collect in the crook of her fingers before running down her hand and coating his balls in a sheen of semen. “Oh please, it’s too much! Let me go, I’m sorry I ever accosted you!” She chuckles again, noting with delight how his cock has already begun to stiffen once more in her hand. “Nuh-uh, sir knight. You picked a fight with a thief, and now that thief is going to take everything you have, hehehe. Now strip, unless you’re more comfortable in your tin can.” The meek young man struggles to undo the straps keeping the metal plates affixed to his shoulders, arms, and hips, letting each piece clatter to the ground with a hollow ring before pulling the tattered remains of his tabard and the mail hauberk beneath up over his head to fall in a limp pile of brightly-dyed cloth and glittering ringlets beside him. Poro releases her cum-stained grip on his cock to help pull off the mail leggings and padded trousers beneath them, leaving him in naught but his smallclothes. His body is slender and smooth, with a lean definition to his arms and core that betrays at least some level of physical conditioning. Burnished blonde hair frames his brilliant blue eyes, and his delicate features reinforce his more feminine qualities. Still, she can’t help but notice the almost monstrous manhood jutting forth at the base of his slight hips, entirely at odds with the rest of his countenance. He is unsure whether to cover up his pale frame or hide his erection as best it can be: in his indecision, he fails at both. “Now that’s more like it… such a pretty little treasure for me, hehe. Now stand up, soldier.” Poro motions for him to stand up, the movement of her arms causing her breasts to wiggle and bounce - a sight that the poor knight is unable to avert his eyes from in spite of his best attempt to assert some semblance of willpower into the situation. Instead, he follows her direction dutifully and stands to his feet before the wily Kobold, his cock conveniently at the level of her chest. She reaches out again to take hold of his overeager erection, one hand gently working his slimy shaft while the other wanders further to caress at the fertile orbs hanging beneath. The tips of her claws trace cloying lines across the loose skin of his scrotum, sending electricity tingling up his spine and drawing an adorable moan from his lips. Egged on by the sight, Poro picks up the pace of her strokes and draws forth another load from his cock. The volume seems little diminished from his earlier shots, and she can’t help but release a small moan of her own as the sensation of his stiff manhood pulsing in her palm and the hot stream of semen draping itself across her bosom. Continuing her handjob regardless of his protests, the indigo girl takes the opportunity to scoop of a sample of thick seed with her other hand, allowing her long lizard tongue to flick out and have a taste. The human’s semen is potent, salty, somewhat sweet, and entirely pleasant to her. She can’t wait to coax more from him… Poro’s torment of her new boytoy continues unabated for what seems an eternity from his perspective, the dangerous combination of his hair trigger and absent refractory period allowing the Kobold’s skilled hands to draw load after load from his impressive cock, and soon her hands and chest are coated entirely in a pungent froth of cum repurposed as personal lubricant and the occasional snack for the determined thief. Even if she may have her doubts, however, he is only human. She has lost count by the time she sees notices a drop in volume in his ejaculation, and even though she continues to bring him to orgasm a few times further, she at last finds herself working his soft, fat shaft with no reward forthcoming. He must be spent at last… She may have realized this sooner if she had headed his pleas: at first weak and pathetic but growing in desperation with each load shot across her chest and into her mouth until he was reduced to a begging mess, bargaining for a release from her relentless ministrations. Poro had never believed in the concept of ‘too much of a good thing’ except for when it made someone a target for thieves such as herself. Releasing her effeminate stud and allowing him to collapse at last on the cold ground amidst the accumulated mess of his stolen orgasms, she watches him catch his breath with a measure of pity as she makes to clean herself off again with his discarded clothes. Had she pushed him too far? It was only a bit of fun, and a way out of time spent at the mercy of the city guards. Against her better judgment, the tiny thief gets down on her knees before him in an almost apologetic posture, looking him straight in his bright, teary eyes. “You did good kid, holding your own against a dangerous criminal in a back-alley duel. It’s a story you can be proud of, provided you leave out the intimate details. Let me give you something for your troubles…” Her eyes break away from his to glance at the pocket her stolen goods were still hidden away in, and she pats the heft of the gem-filled pouch appreciatively. “Not that kind of something, I’m still a dirty little thief of course. Hehehe~ No, I was thinking about giving you the chance to be in control for once. I reckon a scrawny lad such as yourself doesn’t get such an opportunity often.” Between panting breaths, the knight speaks up: “D-don’t think you know me just because you caught me off guard once, thief. Or a dozen times, or however many times you-” Poro had already rolled her eyes as soon as he started to speak. Here she goes trying to show a little generosity for once and she gets a sermon? Better get to work before he makes her change her mind about this… She cuts him short again by tending to his messy cock, except that this time it is not her fingers which slide down the shaft but her lips: taking him into her mouth, Poro runs her slender tongue across his smooth shaft to clean the layer of cum coating it before sucking softly at the head. Her long snout and jaws accommodate his entire length easily, and soon she begins to bob in a slow rhythm up and down on his rallying manhood. He swells within the moist cavity of her mouth, the smooth inside surface of her many blunted fangs rubbing against either side of his shaft as she sucks and slurps loudly on his hard meat. The young knight seems unsure what to do with his hands, and she has the impression this may be his first time receiving head. Insistently, she reaches out to take hold of his wrists, pushing her hood back with his hands and placing them on either side of her wedge-shaped head. “Use me.”, she attempts to gargle around his cock, struggling to enunciate as best she can with a thick ten inches pushing against the entrance to her throat. She repeats the garbled command again, sputtering saliva past her lips and against his pelvis before grabbing at his arms again in frustration and pulling her face down onto him. Her tongue pushes out along the bulging underside of his shaft to lap at his overworked balls, and the swollen head of his manhood pushes into her tight, slimy throat with a small pop before sliding freely forward the rest of the way. Poro is unsure if he finally got the message or if he has decided to finally let loose his frustration towards her, but the slim noble bucks against her face with a start, pushing her snout into his belly and stretching her throat to its limit. He thrusts again, and again, crying out each time as the entire surface of his cock from base to tip is massaged by the tiny Kobold’s wet mouth and tight throat. With him in control, she lets her hands tend to his hefty testicles, gently squeezing the sensitive orbs and feeling them tighten up close to his body as he cums again. Thick, chewy ropes of cum slide down her throat and into her stomach as he continues to fuck her face unabated, and her entire body grows hot and flushed as she realizes he has no intention of stopping. His erection stays strong as he pumps into her throat, releasing load after load against her tongue, gums, and deep inside her scaly neck. Poro relishes the rough treatment, and allows her eyelids to flutter and eyes to roll back in her head as her new femboy stud uses her mouth and throat as his own personal back-alley fucktoy. At long last, her belly full of cum and her face and lips an abstract painting of slobbery mucus and errant strings of sticky semen, Poro is released by the spent youth and allowed to withdraw herself from his lap, the soft shaft of his fat cock flopping with a wet smack again his swollen balls as it falls free of her mouth. It takes her a moment to find her breath and balance before she begins to button up her filthy cum-stained top and cover her sloppy features with her deep hood once more. He would-be captor pants, nearly delirious from exertion and dehydration. With a rare twinge of guilt, she leans forward to leave a quick peck on his sweat-streaked brow. “You’re a good kid, if a bit naive. If you ever want to brush up on your ‘sword fighting’ skills, head on down to the tavern by the docks with a red dragon on the sign, you can’t miss it. Ask for Poro, P-O-R-O.” She pauses for a moment, before adding: “Oh, and don’t bother bringing any guards. If a single mailed foot falls in that district you won’t find me or anyone who knows me. Don’t be a stranger!” With that, she turns toward the alley entrance and saunters off with a jaunty whistle at her still-slimy lips. Enough time has passed that the search for her would be long over, and she’s still got her jewels close at hand… not to mention the knight’s own coin purse and the signet ring off his finger. Who said you shouldn’t mix business and pleasure?

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Chapter 1 - Songs of a Silent World

Hello, dear readers, and welcome to the first chapter of The Gates Ajar; Side B. I hope you're paying attention, because we're in for quite a ride together. 1. E4 to E5 This is going to be an amazing journey together. I hope you enjoy it as much as I. There are going to be a lot of puzzles to solve. Some of them will be quite obvious and intended for you to find easily. Others will be meant for you to never find. There are rewards for succeeding spectacularly, of course. Punishments for failing. Credits: The Mysterious Master M - For His Divine Insights and Access Miss Gray - My Writing Assistant and Editor Rift3n - Supporter, Artist, and Friend Support SolomonCloud and NomadBargain - Advisors and Celebrates Nzak-Apenas - Artist VacuusImago - Friend Support Astris Ingrid- Familial Support The Patreons of Rupegia “You may now kiss the bride.” But no kiss came. The warmth of his hand suddenly vanishes; the feeling of standing upon stable ground switches to the nauseating disorientation of a free fall into nothing and all I can see is a void full of green lines and numbers. The Matrix has me. Shit. Suddenly, the numbers become memories that aren’t mine. They invade my mind like a blurry static TV screen that I can see just barely, the more I focus.  It feels like a dream, the way the edges of my sight are just blurry messes. This crazy tween stands out among the rest, with cybernetic things she is sitting on the deck of a spaceship like she’s Kirk. The ship is drifting at an insane speed towards something but I can’t see what it is. I think the ship must be massive, I get the feeling this is something like a colony drop. ```I’m the only fucking one allowed to do this. Anyone else get the stupid idea to play the sacrifice card, the rest of you knock her back in line, okay?``` That voice is mine! Shit, but she sounds a lot sexier. Wait, why-? ``` --- - - - -- - - - - and Hilda never said she --- - - -- - - there’s not enough time.```` I’m losing focus and everything is turning into static. I can feel the image of the tween starting to distort. She looks drained. I'm so exhausted. Why does she look like that? That look in her eyes. It’s insane. No one should look like that. She’s looking at a projection of some band of women that I can’t make out. But in the middle- that horned man! His eyes! That has to be-! ```` ----e care of my----- - -- -``` Darkness surrounds me again and I can’t make sense of anything. I can’t see or hear what’s going on clearly, there’s just too much static but then I gain focus again. I can see her- me? I guess? And it feels like this is it, we’re moments from impact. ```Well, this is it. I did the best I could. Any last words?```  She’s laughing to herself, talking to someone. Maybe praying. All at once a golden glow fills the deck and she freezes. Time is slowing down to a crawl, but she’s moving, somehow. I can see a virtual screen appear in front of her. [You have a message from God.] ```What the f-```` Suddenly, everything turns to black as if someone was turning off a TV, fading into a horizontal line and disappearing. Friggin Matrix. [You have a message from God.] I blink and regain my awareness. It seems like I’m in the middle of a very cold room, butt naked. Kind of feels like a cabin room, maybe. The walls look slick and shiny in their dark steel. Perfectly smooth metal. I sit up and look around myself, trying to figure out what’s going on and… Whoa that’s different.  I’ve lost some height, suddenly. I think. I’m not sure. And mass. And… a lot of things. I just feel different, it’s very strange. My skin color isn’t -quite- the same. And my hair- I pull on it and see that it has become a flaming fire truck with red scorch stripes and definitely not my normal haircut.  New Appearance I’m in some kind of medical bed and I see other beds along the wall. It’s a long room. Some kind of med bay? Things don’t seem to be adding up and it almost feels like I’ve been put inside a novel. I try to pull my legs off the bed and whoa… they’re long. At least, longer… proportionally. I don’t think they were this long before. But then I’m not sure how tall I am now or why I feel so…  Where are my boobs? So this definitely isn’t real, right? I’m dreaming. I had a stroke and I’m actually on the floor of the chapel and freaking out my husband and they’re rushing me to the hospital. Because that would make more sense than any of this. There’s a tickling at the back of my skull, but almost like it is inside my it rather than on the surface, which is weird. Scratching the back of my head doesn’t seem to satisfy it. It’s like there’s something sort of pinching me on the inside, which makes no sense. If there is something there, I want it OUT! I start shaking my head back and forth violently, trying to feel as if there’s something inside of it, but suddenly something appears in front of me.  A floating projection, very similar to a gaming menu, appears in front of me with a bunch of different options to click. I must have done some damage when shaking my head because things are just becoming more confusing. I glance around, but I find nothing that suggests how or why this has appeared, then I notice that it follows the direction of my body movement, meaning it is probably tied to me. Probably has something to do with that pinch. I think I activated something. I'm definitely in the Matrix.This is so crazy that my mind is having trouble believing this is real, and the fact a sudden glaring white glow fills the room doesn’t help things- a green ray of light emits from some orb half-embedded in the ceiling and scans me. I wait for a minute but nothing seems to happen. I sigh and bite my lower lip anxiously, then I look at the possible options; Status, Items, Skills, Magic, Notes, Messages, and there’s a golden exclamation point next to Messages. I squint at it knowingly, but nothing happens. I reach out and try to touch the box, then it just suddenly opens up a new screen. Sender: God. “I’m sorry about this, but there’s no way for you to go back.” ... Pft, whatever. I try to figure out how to go back to the screen I was at before and the tab automatically shifts back to the menu. Huh, okay, that works. User-friendly. Okay, let’s see. I definitely need to check out my status. Then I should probably check myself out in that mirror on the wall. [‘Info’] [Name: PRESS HERE TO CHOOSE | Age: 14 | Race: Dwarf] [HP: 100 | MP: 100 | Magic Power: 50] [Level: 0 | Experience: 0/100] ‘[Stats’] [Strength: 20 | Endurance: 7 | Dexterity: 14] [Speed: 8 | Intelligence: 16 | Wisdom: 11] [Willpower: 20 | Charisma: 15 | Piety: 0] [Perception: 13 | Sanity: 15] ['Other'] [.Status Effects: 'NONE'.] [.Titles: 'NONE'.] [.Affiliations: 'NONE'.] [.Companions: 'NONE'.] [.Crimes: 'NONE'.] I stare at the statistics for a bit. Huh. I flex my muscles a little. I do seem pretty strong, stronger than I was before, anyway. I jog on over to the mirror to check myself out. Whoa… this is really cool. I look young and innocent and whilst I’m petite, my toned figure means I’m ready to fight. I’m sort of, I don’t know, a loli warrior. I don’t know why the status screen said I was a dwarf, except I look a little younger than it said I was. I definitely don’t have a beard, and there’s not an itch of hair on me except for that beautiful miasma of red on my head.I actually kind of think I look a lot like that vision girl. So was I seeing me? She definitely sounded like me but she looked… Different. This is different. I poke my stomach. I’m kind of a sexy grey color now, but it’s sort of hard to tell if I’m meant to be colorless or a little tan, it’s in between. I actually… I look like one of my little berserkers! Cute but feisty and ready for a battle, sounds just like me! I let out a little squeal but the sound of my own voice startles me. I cover my mouth with my hands, and then this pose means I have to squeal again because I look so ADORABLE in the mirror holding my hands over my mouth like that. This is the best dream ever! I reach out and touch the mirror’s surface experimentally, feeling sudden pangs of melancholy. “I hope Toto’s okay…” I say out loud, trying to get used to my new voice. It’s at that point the door to the room opens and I spin around on a heel, almost falling on my ass. A gorgeous young woman walks in wearing swimsuit zero-suit, with black leggings that accentuate her flawless white skin. She’s got slick white hair and kind of reminds me overall of an android or an agent from the Matrix, just physique perfection. She is slender but has wide hips and plump boobs, succubi horns…I can’t seem to stop staring at her and her piercing blue eyes are out of this world. Her face actually kind of reminds me of a disney princess, that ice queen. The Perfect Form, by Nzak “Greetings.” She says, and goddamn if her voice isn’t this perfect blend of everything I like. Chill, sexy, casual, very kuudere. Kinda blunt and to the point. “How are you feeling? You were unconscious when I took you here.”  “Took me here?” I asked with a light giggle, hesitant. “I woke up here. You’re kind of cool.” I gesture at her… Everything. “Like some crazy mash up of things. It’s actually kind of making me feel things I don’t normally feel… For women, I mean.” She tilted her head to the side, her expression one of concern. “You seem to be experiencing confusion and denial.” She said very clinically. “You do not know what brought you here?” After a moment, I decide to shrug and sort of whimsically start rocking back and forth, because I think it looks cool as I check myself out in the mirror again. “Not a clue, Elsa.” I said in response. “I was having a wedding, about to kiss my husband, and then suddenly… There was this weird dream or vision about some kind of apocalypse and then I woke up in that bed, naked. Was I naked when you found me?” I turn to look at the woman suspiciously. She’s tapping her lower lip with a very well manicured finger in a really sexy way and I have to bite my lower lip a bit. This is a really strange sensation to be feeling, this- arousal, I guess, towards a woman, but it’s so difficult to even want to resist that feeling. I mean this is a dream, anyways, I might as well indulge myself, and if I were to like a woman that way, a crazy combo of everything I find cool is overkill in the attempt to get me to. I mean, my fiance was always sharing what he liked to do with me, and I never was one to deny if something made me feel sexy or nice, even other women…  Elsa, by Rift3n “Elsa? I like those syllables. Very well, I accept this name. I am Elsa.” She nods in a polite manner and I compulsively nod back in the same way. “You should select a name for yourself, your status is generating some errors for me.” “Oh, right!” I bring up my status screen again quickly. “Wait, you can see my status?” “I see everything inside me.” She said calmly. “You are currently inside the Infinite Steel Sunrise, which is a generation of mana dimensions used to- oh, I can see confusion on your face. I should start at the beginning. You do not understand where you are, do you?” “No.” I said distractedly, tapping the button to select my name and quickly inserting Lily Yajuujo. I feel a strange light and shake my head, dismissing the status screen with a wave of my hand. I wasn’t expecting it to work, but that did the trick. “Ah, interesting name.” Elsa said after a moment. “Lily. I like it. It suits you.” I giggle and beam after a moment. Geez, I’m cute. The woman is very nice, and though I prefer girls with a bit more fire, I’m not going to hold it against a kuudere for being chill and cool, that’s just who she is. So I’m going to like her for being like that, cuz she does it well. “Well then.” I say, almost unsure with what to say next. “Elsa suits you too. I think. Where am I?” “You are on board the first level of the Infinite Steel Sunrise, a floating dungeon in the Storm Band quadrant well out of view of the ground-based civilizations.” “A floating… Dungeon?” I inquire, not sure if I believe this. Elsa nods. “This first level is designed to resemble a battlecruiser, with the obstacles being primarily the maze-like design and the requirement to discover a number of keycards to obtain access to the rest of the dungeon’s levels. It is mostly monster-free, since anyone wandering up from lower levels is locked in at the keycard door and unable to proceed. However, every now and then one spawns here. I first assumed that was you. It is a very rare occurrence however.” “Whoa, slow down.” I say, rubbing my eyes. “So you’re, what? The captain?” “I guess you could say I am the intelligence that maintains the dungeon.” Elsa said politely. “Normally I do not have an actual physical form, but your appearance and status were so unique- a randomly generated character appearing upon me- that I felt it warranted the expenditure of energy to investigate this matter.” She smiled at me, and I felt weird. “That sounds suspiciously like you’re the god of this ship or something.” I pointed out. “Mm, not quite. I am a self-defeating entity designed to provide entertainment, experience, and maintain a living environment for the beings that inhabit me.” Elsa said after a moment. I blinked in response. “This isn’t real.” I mumbled and began to look around a bit wildly. My pulse was starting to race a little. “Why would I dream about this?” “You are not dreaming.” Elsa said carefully. “This is very real. Come with me.” She offered her hand, and after a brief moment of hesitation, I staggered forward and took it. She led me nakedly out of the room and through the cold corridors. It did look very much like a typical spaceship, like the insides of a Terran Battlecruiser maybe from Starcraft, or Star Trek’s vessels. Very sleek, everything very clean, very… I don’t know. Sterile. Empty. It felt sad, kind of. We went through a maze of passages- this was designed to be like a maze, she had said, after all, all the while her hand kept squeezing mine as if she thought I was going to realize she was real because she kept pumping pressure into my little flesh. She led me further and further along until we reached this deck area and suddenly it led to the outside of the spaceship, we became surrounded by the open atmosphere. There were huge chunks of land or floating mountains way off in the distance, and clouds, and just…it was a mess out there. There was a rolling storm that seemed to expand across the entire horizon, churning chaos, a flying meteor or two just slowly coasting its way to destroy whatever it might eventually hit. Even from here I could see how frightening large they were. I pity the dinosaurs here. As I looked outside, across the otherwise empty expanse, I realised we were floating in the air. The spaceship wasn’t attached to anything and all that surrounded us was empty. We were in the air, we were floating and I could see just over the edge of the deck that it was a LONG way down. I started to panic. I just need to blink and I’ll wake back up again. But nothing happened.  “I don’t understand…Where am I? What is this? Why am I here?” A million questions entered my mind. I looked Elsa deep into her eyes, waiting for all the answers.  “We are in Rupegia.” Elsa answered as calmly as she could, and I think she sensed my panic. “We’re in a universe that’s sort of like a game, to you. As for why you are here, I do not know.” “Well how do you know any of that?! And how am I meant to know that?” I shrieked. Elsa looked flustered and began to wring her hands together. “I scanned your surface memories when you began to reach consciousness. It is how I determined what physical form to take, creating a hybrid form of the various shapes you were imagining at the time as you woke. You were believing you were in something you call a Matrix, a virtual reality. This is not a virtual reality, it is quite real, but it is similar to the ideas you may have of it.” She began to lose breath and paused, watching me. “What. the. Fuck.” I say. “No way. There’s no way this is real.” I mumbled softly, looking at the edge of the ship. Elsa walks over to me slowly and I can sense her hovering nearby. I don’t really know what she’s doing and I don’t care, but she seems concerned. “I was having a wedding. I was about to get married.” I say out loud, not really aimed at anyone but just letting it be known. “I was going to kiss him! We were- my whole life- it was all there for me. And now you say it’s gone and I don’t know how to get back?” “There is no going back, I believe.” Elsa said quietly, and she set her hands on my naked shoulders after a moment as I faced away from her. I let her, feeling numb and cold. My whole life is gone… I look up at the sky. It’s so real, it’s so alien, and it’s not my world. I guess it is my world now, though. … … . We stand there for a while, looking at the world around us whilst Elsa so patiently stands behind me. I don’t even notice that she moves closer over time until I’m leaning back into her and she’s putting one hand on my shoulder and wrapping her arm around the back of my neck a little. I think she’s trying to comfort me. I don’t even know why she cares. Should she? Why does she? Why do I care? I laugh a little and look up at the sky and see her face looking down at me with concern with her big perfect eyes that are diamond-white, just a hint of the iciest blue. She really is beautiful. I sigh. Elsa's Diamonds, by Rift3n “I guess that’s that then.” I say suddenly, reaching up to clasp my hand over hers, letting her know I’m accepting her comfort and intimacy. It’s dangerous, I’ve only just met her but she seems friendly and I think I can trust her. I’ve always been good with people and I think she’s for real. She’s been nothing but helpful and encouraging and kind, and I think she might indeed have my best interests at heart, for some reason. Probably lonely. Typical. “This is my world then.” I say quietly. In my mind I quietly whisper Goodbye to my husband. We got married, goddamnit, even if we didn’t make it to the kiss. I am a wife. A flippin loli wife. Okay, then. I look up to Elsa again and she’s still looking at me carefully. Her eyebrows furrow and after a moment she smiles just a tiny bit. For a kuudere, that’s beaming. “You seem cold.” She says. “We should get you some clothing and I can get you up to speed on what you need to know. Would you like that, little fireflower?” Fireflower? That’s… Not bad, actually. I’ll take it. The hair, you know. “Sure.” I say in response and smile back at her, but I feel so glum and moody. She gently guides me off the deck and takes me inwards back into the ship. She conjures up this weird outfit that’s kind of like hers, it’s like a two-piece zero suit, exposing the belly just below my breasts and kind of cutting it low on the pants rim, but it looks good so I like it. I spin around in front of the mirror she has me in front of, admiring my new look quietly. “Can’t believe I get all these years of life added.” I say after a moment. “That’s pretty cool.” “Oh?” Elsa asks. “How old were you when you came here, if you’re not fourteen?” “Elsa!” I say with mock indignity. “You never ask a woman her age.” I slap her arm gently and grin and she rolls her eyes but she doesn’t frown, which is as good as a smile I think from personalities like hers. “But, um, at least twice that.” I admit afterwards. “It’s strange though because I feel stronger than I was before, even though I’m smaller.” “In this world, your abilities are determined by your statistics, which you can see in your status screen.” She gestures at me, and I realize she can’t actually see my status screen, so she seems to think I have it up. I focus on that itch in the back of my head and sort of… I don’t know, I scratch it! And the menu comes back up and I quickly look over my status again.  “20 strength is extraordinarily high for someone of your age and physique.” She remarks. “Quite a bit for your level. You should probably get a few levels to increase your defensive skills, so you don’t die quickly. The more levels you have in this world also means you age slower physically.” She informs me. “That doesn’t sound bad. Levelling up is good. Of course.” I say with a slight giggle. I shake my head a bit. I still feel a bit out of it, acting exaggeratedly like this. Like I’m trying to be this new loli person. It doesn’t feel right. “How come you can see my stats?” I ask again. “I can see the status of all creatures within me.” She reminds me. “Your status screen, conditions and abilities are open to me to read and view at any time.” “Can anyone see it?” I ask nervously. “Oh, no. Normally, no one can see other people’s statuses unless they are using a device or ability.” She says, looking over her hands. “Overpowered.” I chirp. “You’re so OP, Elsa.” Elsa blinks and looks at me with a weird expression, I don’t think she knows quite what I meant. “You must be able to fight and kill anything in here, then? Since you’re like the god of this dungeon.” I continue, examining myself in the mirror again. Dang, I got good legs on this. “While technically true, I do not have that capacity.” Elsa murmured. “I am using 99.9% of my power to maintain the current status of the dungeon levels within me and safeguard the inhabitants against undue destruction or harm. It is not easy. I can not do much more for you than guide you and perhaps …” She taps her lower lip carefully again. “I think I may be able to give you equipment. Yes, that seems within my grasp. I have an artifact  weapon within one of my treasure chests on level 14, but I can summon it here. Oh, War-King Guts will be so surprised to find it empty.” She claps her hands together and for a moment looks positively mischievous. “War-King Guts?” I prompt her. I feel like Solid Snake. “A troll warlord who has taken advantage of the relative safety of me.” Elsa says with distaste. “He’s formed a formidable faction that preys on other monsters within me. Before I sealed the first deck from the lower levels, he was a real menace to the neighboring Sky Lands. He even captured the Storm Lord and… well, he did things that I can’t extract myself from.” She says with a pained expression. I’m not sure if I should press her, she doesn’t seem to want to talk about it. “Of course, that was what gave me the power I needed to seal him inside me.” She says. “So it worked out to his own doom in the end. Perhaps mine.” She says sadly.  “How could he hurt you?” I question, feeling a sudden sympathy and curiosity. A little anger, if I’m not lying. “Well, he will eventually amass enough forces of sufficient strength to overcome the dungeon’s trials on the lower levels, as much as I focus on diverting and containing him. If he manages to reach the dungeon core, he could feasibly destroy it with enough time, and that would result in the conversion of me into something like a rupture in reality.” She says with cold ice in her voice. “Boom.” I said. “I imagine that would be quite the explosion.” “Oh yes.” She admits. “It would result in my death and the death of everything inside me.” “That’s insane!” I exclaimed. “Wouldn’t that just kill him, too? What kind of stupid set up is that?” “He doesn’t know about it.” She continues. “Because my… creator… previous self, I suppose you could say… designed this place to be a trap. There are spells in place that interfere with the dungeon’s closing. Normally, when a dungeon closes, it collapses over time, resulting in the eventual decay and dispersion of the mana involved in its functions. Instead, those spells generate a feedback loop due to the contingency spells that interfere with it, and the energy builds up. The dungeon still collapses, but instead of there being enough time to escape, there, well, isn’t. After a short period of build up…” She falls silent and I watch her carefully. I’m on a ticking time bomb? “I believed I thought that I was having my final revenge on whomever forced me to do this, that whomever destroyed me would perish also.” “You’re talking like that was someone else.” I say after a moment. “Well, it was. People change.” She almost smiles but doesn’t, and I can see the sadness in her eyes. “I see.” I should get her thinking about something else, this is way too heavy. “Well, you’re here now, and I’m here now, and I guess we both have to deal with what we are now.” I conclude, smiling at her. “So, can you give me a little lesson in how this all works? I know I have a menu, but…” I open up the menu in front of me. On the left of the menu, there are buttons on a column, they are: "Status", "Items", "Skills", "Magic", "Notes" and "Messages". I should see what items I have. ['Items'] [Item Name: Quantity | Item Name: Quantity] [Empty backpack: 1] [Dried meat: 10 | Sleeping bag: 1] [Kitchen knife: 1 | Skinning knife: 1] [Cooking pot: 1 | Whetstone Q100: 2] [Rose coin: 1 | Gold coin: 1] [Silver coin: 1 | Copper coin: 1] Well, crap, I guess I’m broke? “Okay, I don’t have much. How do I get this stuff out of my inventory?” I ask. Elsa doesn’t answer verbally, she just sort of mimics pushing a button in the air with a blank expression and looks at me like I’m expected to follow suit. I grin a little bit, she’s cheeky. I like her. Pushing the Dried Meat option creates the visual image, kind of see-through, of… Some jerky. Very little jerky, actually. I wiggle my finger around, and the meat follows my finger. I wrinkle my nose and push the air again, but that doesn’t seem to do anything.  “Try snapping.” Elsa suggests. I do so, and the meat appears in front of me as my thumb clicks off my forefinger. I have to reach out and catch it, but amazingly I do so before it hits the ground. I’m fast! Geez, I don’t remember having this much reflex. “Meat.” I say simply, and taste test it. It’s… dry. It’s alright. Kind of reminds me of junk store jerky, the very cheap kind that was almost fake. I don’t really like it, but it’s food, I guess. I tear it in half and offer Elsa some. After a moment, she reaches out and accepts the meat. “I have not actually partaken in the consumption of nutrients for some time.” She admits. “I don’t think this body actually requires them, I designed it based on the artificial humans I found in your memory. It just requires solar energy.” She says. She still puts the meat in her mouth and chews it and I start to salivate a little.  She chews so… erotically. She makes it look sumptuous. I don’t think she knows she’s even doing it, but really, now that I think about it, everything she does is sort of exaggeratedly sexual, but in this subtle way. Like she doesn’t know she’s doing it. Like the way she walks, the way she swings her hips from side to side in an absurd manner, every movement is full of perfection and seduction. I don’t think she’s trying to seduce me, though, she just seems like… Well, Elsa.  That doesn’t stop ME from getting a bit turned on as I watch her chew her meat like it’s the best thing she’s ever had, her eyes squinting just a bit and her lips are so full and their color is so tempting and blue and why am I thinking so much about my physical attraction to her? I try to snap out of that and she looks at me, swallowing. I can see her throat work. “That was good.” She says. “You look uncomfortable.” I kind of am.  She looks at me with a concerned expression and I can see her eyes are kind of looking me over. She’s probably trying to figure out why I’m sweating a little, I figure, or maybe she thinks I'm acting strange. But she seems to care, I guess?  “You look like you need a distraction.” She concludes suddenly, and it feels like the pressure in the room drops a bit. I swallow. No way. She walks over to me slowly. “I have a few gifts for you, and there is an opportunity here I think we would be amiss to use.” She said, her voice practically purring. I stumble backwards a little into the mirror and she pauses, then continues to walk towards me like a damn terminator predator and bends over slooooowly. She looks me in the face eye to eye and I think, this is it. I’m about to get- “Would you like to kill something?” She asks cheerfully. Oh. Ooooooooh. My eyes light up. “Would I ever!” I exclaim, grinning. She smiles, stands back up and pats my head with a kind of possessive but familiar way. I don’t mind it, I guess. As long as I’m here, it’s nice to have the local power over everything on your side, even if she did say she wouldn’t be able to help. “Then we have work to do.” She exclaims, turning me around to look at myself in the mirror with the most perfect blend of science fiction beauties (in my humble opinion) standing behind me in a skintight suit with too much skin. “You’ll need a weapon, that’s on the way. So while it gets here, let’s see what we can do about improving your ability to grasp and understand this world.” She says. “First off, I need your consent for this, because I think modifying your status in any way might offend something if you are here for some divine purpose.” She says. “I’m going to put a little …  you would call it a computer chip? I think. Into your head.” “Oh, well, brain surgery, we just met, Elsa, I don’t know if I can-” “It would only take a few seconds and you would feel a bit of a pinch and then it would be over.” She interrupts me. “It will give you a condition that will connect you to my systems and effectively allow me to speak into your head and guide you without physically being there.” “Condition? Will it have any side effects?” “I’m not sure. I’ve never done this before, and you are unique, so even if I had done it before I wouldn’t be able to use the previous data to conclude anything about the outcome of this.” She says. “Why do it at all, then?” “Well…” Elsa pauses and for just a brief moment her kuudere cracks. Interesting. She looks sad, even guilty. I remember my earlier conclusion that she was lonely and I think for a minute. She probably wants control over me in some way, since I’m an anomaly on her ship. Or inside her. Attaching herself to me would make her feel safe, I think. I don’t think she’s doing this just because she wants to control me, though. Given her nature, her problems, and the way she’s been interacting with everything inside her so far… “Okay.” I say nonchalantly, swinging my shoulders back and forth. “I’ll do that. Sure. Put yourself in my head.” She perks up immediately. “Really?” “Yeah, go on. I don’t mind.” I assure her. This is a mutually beneficial thing, I believe. If I’m going to survive in this new world, having this divinity on my side is a stroke of fortune. I always did get lucky in the video games Toto and I played, but that was usually because I was the one going forth and claiming all the loot and killing everything while they tried to keep up. I hope he’s okay. At that moment my heart aches a little.  She walks over to me and lightly scuffles my hair above the right temple, pushing her finger against my skull beneath and behind my ear. Someplace no one will ever see the mark, I gu- O w . . . O w . . .. I take a deep breath to steady myself and notice that she’s holding my arms, keeping me upright as I bend over and hurl. Oh, gracious. I don’t even have anything in me. She strokes my back carefully, trying to calm me down. “That’s gross.” I say with a croaked voice. “Sorry for throwing up inside you.” I don’t know where she gets the towel from, but it’s there and it’s cleaning up my face and she’s taking care of me. “Believe me, fireflower, having biological fluids spill around you is something I got used to a long time ago. Much worse goes on inside me. A little indigestion won’t bother me.”  “You have a really messed up life.” I croak softly, still trying to catch my breath. “…” She doesn’t respond at first, but her comforting pats slow down. I don’t want that, so I try to follow up. “We have that in common now, then.” I say hopefully. This doesn’t seem to make her any happier, and she looks at me with this weird… I don’t know. Disapproval. I don’t like it. [It’s not that I disapprove of you. It’s that I don’t want you to think of me in such a way.] Her voice is suddenly inside my head everywhere and it’s LOUD. I cringe and she cringes in return, making a small motion as if she was pulling down the dial on something. I nod vigorously and rub the side of my head. So you can hear me? I tentatively try to think aloud in my own head. [Oh yes.] comes the lovely reply. Because of the chip you put in me? I think in alarm. [I can sense the surface thoughts of everyone inside me. It’s how I scanned your memories when you first came here, remember.] She chides me. [The chip allows me to communicate inside your head with no one else able to hear it but you. It is an enchantment that connects my soul to yours in a very specific place. You do not have the knowledge to understand what I did in terms of the magic, but I threaded us together where we are able to speak our internal monologues.] “Well, that’s cool.” I say aloud, standing upright now and she lets go of me, though she stands nearby like a … I don’t know, I guess I need to be careful what I think now. That’s not good. “You don’t need to worry that much.” Elsa responds. “It’s part of my abilities that help me moderate this dungeon, it’s not meant to invade your space. If you dislike me being able to read your thoughts, I will not do so.” I pause and think that over. “Okay, can you sort of… Not do it unless you think I… want you to? Or unless I need you to? Crap, this is complicated.” She sighs tiredly and I get the feeling she doesn’t like having to give this up, which means to me if I’m reading her right that if she says she’ll give it up she actually will. That’s good, and I do trust her. Enough to let her put herself in my head, after all. “It’s okay.” I say. “You can do it, just be mindful and, um, I apologize if I think anything that upsets you.” “I don’t do it all the time, I have to actively be scanning you to do it, usually.” She says casually, waving her hand. “The chip makes me able to do it at any time and you can contact me at any time with it, by focusing your thoughts loudly as you did before.” She does seem relieved that I accept this, and I feel happier that she looks less stressed. “I wish I could do that.” I admit. “Being able to read the minds or see the status of your enemies would be very useful.” “Oh, I can help you with that.” She perks up again. She pokes the air in front of her and focuses, her eyes going blank again like they did before when she was… elsewhere, I guess. Inside her. I feel a strange tingle in my own skull when she does that, but it’s… It’s sort of a cold feeling. I can tell her attention isn’t on me anymore. I think the chip makes me aware of that, on some level. I wait to see if this theory is true and- yep, as her eyes come back ‘on’, I can feel something inside of me quietly perk up. I can sense when she’s watching me, that’s good information to have. She curls an eyebrow at me and I swallow, realizing she probably heard that. Well, at least we’re on the same page. She smiles a little bit at that, and I get a sort of… warm, if electric feeling. It’s tingly, small, tiny, but it’s there where it wasn’t before. I think I can sort of feel her inside me now. Kinky. I smile right back at her, and exclaim suddenly, “You know, I think I really like you, Elsa.” Her eyes go wide for a moment and her mouth forms a small ‘o.’ I stand there smiling at her, not giving a fuck. It’s the truth, I do. I’ve decided to trust her and she‘s been nice to me and seems to care, and frankly this kind of mutually beneficial symbiosis is perfect if I’m going to survive here. I might as well enjoy it. I mean, I do, I do genuinely like her, maybe way too much because she is literally the creation of my deepest desires in gynoid form but her real personality seems to be this lonely little bookworm type, and you know, that’s kind of what he was too. So yeah, I like her. “Thank you, fireflower.” She says, and she says it with this amazing inflective way that makes my heart stop for a moment. It’s like the words are the only thing that matters to her. No, not like, no similes, it’s the truth. She’s looking at me and her voice and expression are just … so… So everything! Adorable, affectionate, affirmative, affiliative, a-fucking-fantastically focused on me, just me, her sexy diamond eyes are focused on only me and I am the only thing that she cares about in that instant, and it’s overwhelming, and, and her voice is inside my head but I can’t even hear it because my heart is pounding too loudly, but I can FEEL it. It’s silky cold, it’s kind and kuudere, her voice- I realize that at this moment, I'm a thirsty little girl. “W-well, um.” I stammer out loud. [Lily? You are behaving erratically. Can you understand me?] She’s looking very concerned. I realize that I’ve been ignoring her for a bit because of how hyper focused on the horny I was suddenly.  Yeah, I’m just.. This is all a lot to take in, you know? I’m surprised I’m handling this so well, really. I’m trying to just.. Process it all. I don’t know. I smile at her and reach out, grasping her hand suddenly. I hold it and bring it to my lips, kissing the fingertips quickly. I hope she thinks that’s cute. “You have been through quite an experience.” She admits. “The stress and tension must be.. Incredible.” She runs her hands over my shoulders and I can feel her fingertips dig a little bit into my shoulderplates. “Let’s try to stay calm, then. We have a goal for you now, yes? Equip, track, kill. A little quest for you.” She says smoothly. “What are you, my operator now?” I ask, but I don’t really have a problem with this and she can sense it. “Mission Control Elsa, reporting for duty.” She responds, smiling at me in a very slim and professional manner. “I can be whatever you want me to be.”  She purrs, her icy voice like a cold blanket wrapping around me and bringing me into her cold, possessive embrace. I’m being borged and I love it. That’s too much for me. That is just too much horny. I pop. I jump into her arms, and she catches me, then I suddenly feel my cheeks against her chest as she holds me off the ground, pulling me around and swinging me all over the room. After a short moment, she sets me down again, but I stay pressed against her. I stay against her, pressed into her. She’s so much taller than me, this is going to be weird. I think I really do - wait I have to monitor thinking about that - wait - dammit! Elsa laughs above me and her arms are around me and she’s holding me and I feel bundled up and warm. “You’re being silly. I don’t mind if you have strange thoughts about me, fireflower. You can think whatever you like, I’m not going to chastise you for being yourself.” “Yeah.” I say muffled into her stomach, rubbing my nose against her stupid perfect muscles. “So what, you’re gonna let me-” “I don’t think so.” Elsa said with a calm chuckle. “That seems a bit sudden. But I appreciate your interest, I do. I really do.” She smiles at me, and this time it’s a pretty good one, and I take the deepest breath ever and kiss her stomach. The suit tastes kind of like rubber. I wonder how she even made it. “Speaking of that,” She says, continuing from my thought, which is kind of creepy but also kind of cool. “Your artifact and scanner are prepared. I have moved the artifact into the room across from us. I thought you would appreciate how you will retrieve it. And this...” She holds her hand out and what looks like a scouter from Dragonball Z appears in her hand, it’s a small bit of gadgetry that hooks onto my ear and puts a little screen over my eye. Oooh, terminator vision? Or.. I think I’m the one, now.  I can see the status of anything I look at now- it’s like my eye is creating a target outline on what it’s looking at when I look through the visor, and a small floating panel sort of drifts nearby it, telling me what it is. There’s a LOT of information there coming in, actually, and it starts to hurt my head. I squint and close my eye for now. She wraps the thing around my ear to finish setting it up, and it sticks to me perfectly despite feeling like it should fall off at any moment. It’s almost like magnetically attracted to my skin or something. “It is.” Elsa says simply. “I designed this to be enchanted to be attracted to the chip in your head so you can simply put it on and off without needing to worry about adjusting it. In addition, your enchantment is what makes the device work.” “Wait, so I need the connection with you for the scouter to work?” I ask, fidgeting with it. It looks really cool. I wonder briefly if I could go super saiyan loli. “That’s correct,” She replies smoothly. “This scouter only works as long as you are inside of me.” I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be inside of her and oh dear, there’s an image. I picture cavernous walls of chill just shuddering flesh, sucking me in. Everything is wet- correctly wet to the right amount- and then the walls would close in on me. Elsa looks at me. “You have very strange fantasies.” She remarks, and I can’t tell if she’s judging me or not. “Yeah, you better get used to that, cuz you’re inspiring a lot of it.” I retort before I can finish thinking about what I just said. I blank for a moment as Elsa gives me this incredulous look, and then she laughs, beaming with happiness.  “Ah, well, that’s good then.” Elsa said. “I suppose I can deal with a bit of lewdness since I’m just so irresistible to you.” She chuckled and stroked her fingers through my hair, letting me feel her nails on my scalp and ooooh that does feel nice. Headpats. I look at Elsa through the scouter, and it doesn’t seem to work on her. I guess that makes sense, her own perception is powering this thing, so I can’t perceive her because that would be her perceiving herself through me, who is perceiving her, but it’s my perception too so what if and I need to go off that train of thought before it takes me down a dizzy tunnel. I stretched a bit and pull away from our wonderful embrace, then look at the sexy lady who has decided to take care of me by putting her mind into mine and taunt me with a perfect fucking body made up of a mash up of all my fantasies.  “So you said you had a weapon for me?” I ask cheerfully. “I’d really like to release some tension right now, and smashing stuff sounds great at this point.” “Right this way, little one.” Elsa said, smoothly gliding through the room’s doors and pointing to the end of the corridor as I followed her. There’s an eerie sensation in the air, because the lights are dimming along the corridor leading up to the doorway. “I am doing that for dramatic effect, yes.” She assures me. “Oh, well, thanks.”  This is going to be so much fun. Toto, I wish you were here. I step towards the door, mindful of the slick gloss of the walls. There’s a lot of foreign language on them, actually. Here we go. I push the door open slowly and I can swear I hear the sounds of an ocarina playing in the distance. I glance back at Elsa, and she gestures at me to go forward with a cheeky smile. I walk forward into the room, it’s kind of dark at first, but then it blooms open into this wide temple-like area and I know exactly where it’s from, and never did I imagine that somehow I would be here inside a recreation of the church from Ocarina of Time inside a starship that resembles a Starcraft Battlecruiser while Elsa who is her own katamari of sexy sci-fi things is waiting for me outside. The pillars still look Terran, but they’re pretty close to what the graphics might be interpreted as.. The floor has a royal carpet of red covering stainless steel resembling marble leading to an altar on which there is a genuine brown, wooden chest. I can hear the music swelling up around me as I walk forward. The tower above me has weird glass paintings of- I guess me? I’m not sure what to make of them, but they look vaguely like the things from my vision, turned into gorgeous stained glass iconoclasts and symbols. I focus on the chest and walk up the staircase steadily, grab the edge of the unlocked lid, and flip it open. A burst of light emits from the chest as that damn chest as the music finishes playing with the drumroll flourish.Da na na na~! Just to complete the moment, I grab the weapon and hold it above my head in the pose, that damn pose, and I swear, the artifact floats above my hand for a good ten seconds before slowly drifting back down into my waiting hands, where soft orchestral music begins to play in this temple-like room. I can see through my scouter that this hammer is SPECIAL. It looks like some kind of megaton hammer at first glance, like a big pipe for a pole as the main shaft with multiple little holes in it kind of like a flute, or the side of an ocarina, if that makes any sense, but it's small enough I can get my hands around it no problem. It kind of looks like someone tore off a piece of a church organ and turned it into a makeshift two-handed warhammer with the utmost of love and care. It actually feels really easy to lift, and as I look at it through the scouter I can see notes on it, presumably from Elsa.  [Dischord] [This hammer is capable of adjusting its weight according to the user's desires. It can swing light as a feather and hit hard as a battering ram, and can alter its shape in minor ways according to the user's will. The design of the shaft allows for the rush of air through the hammer to cause tremendous tonal force that, with skilled manipulation, can be used to create sonic shockwaves or otherwise interfere with the opponent via the use of dissonant sounds.] Part of the hammer's head is a solid block of well-crafted and obviously dwarven-inspired marble, ornate with golden inlines and ridges to make it look regal. The other side of the head looks like the top of a church's orchestral piping, a combination of different open ending pipes. That might be the reason why the hammer makes noise when it's swung. I wonder if I could use it to play music. I lower the hammer slowly and I can see that Elsa has walked into the temple room and is watching me amused, she seems pleased by the results of her little set up. She looks so beautiful right now, but I think I might be biased, because she’s just- I need to tell her this, this is important. I close my eyes and focus on my internal monologue. Elsa, this is something that I never thought I would get to experience, and you turned it into a masterpiece of sensations. The music, the room, all of this, it’s just- this is great. Thank you. Thank you so much. You are wonderful. I open my eyes and am not surprised that I am crying a little bit, but I’m surprised that she is a little bit too. I hold up the hammer proudly. “So you had a quest for me, you said.” I manage to say, without choking somehow. She nods after a moment of hesitation. I put on my best and fiercest fireflower game face, summoning all the energy inside of me of defiance and spite and lust and just everything I want for this moment because if I’m not careful I think I might seriously fall for this girl. “Quest accepted.” Elsa's Theme Song, Free Music by FlavourBeat Thank you for reading Chapter 1! I read all comments and love to hear questions and theories. There will be sex in this story, however, Elsa is off-limits due to the first game I have set up. If you were paying attention, I already made the first move. I will tally the responses in comments here and elsewhere- email, other websites, discord, any media sent to me directly, and the most common response at the posting of the next chapter will be the community's decided move in return. Do not worry, fair reader! If I see that the majority vote is coming from votes outside this website, I will explicitly state where each move vote came from in the intro to the next chapter. Victory against me means that sex with Elsa will occur in the very next chapter. Forfeit through the lack of any move, stalemate, or defeat will mean a tragedy will occur in the very next chapter. You have been warned. This is a very interactive story, but not conventionally so, I like to think.

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Chapter 0 - Domination Through Alteration

Eileena pulled the hood of her robe tight overhead to block the sharp bite of the thin mountain air. A small charm to drive the cold wind away from her body would be simple enough, but for what she had planned it would be best to keep her reserves of magicka high - not that she doubted the outcome, but one does not have as much success adventuring as she has without being a bit careful. Still, she did give herself a small indulgence: a bit of Alteration magic concentrated at the soles of her feet to spread her weight across the settled snow, letting her glide across the stark-white mountainside instead of wading up to her ankles through the frigid powder. A group of bandits were reported to be holed up here, in a cave not far from the summit. Six or seven, witnesses said, and tough enough to take out a merchant caravan up from Hammerfell and their twelve Redguard warriors. Good. Eileen was tired of easy “challenges”. Dark Brotherhood Murderers were good with their hands but lacked stamina, and the Orsimer that wandered from their strongholds had a powerful drive but were simple-minded in their passions. Conjuration was useful enough for summoning a plaything, but once she’d sampled the denizens of the outer plans Eileena had become quickly bored with them. Too easy, she thought. No, she needed more thrill in her hunt… Voices, on the wind. Faint, but she must be close. Moving along the ridge towards the sound, the rock face ahead opens up into a deep cave, carved out of the mountainside long ago by some forgotten process of Nirn. A fire burned within, pouring smoke across the rough stone ceiling to billow out along the top edge of the entrance and be carried away by the circulating currents of clear Skyrim air. Shadows danced across the cavern walls, illustrating with a shaky hand six figures huddled around the flames for warmth. The reports had said seven, she thought to herself… could there be a lookout, or-? A man stepped forth from the cave entrance, interrupting her train of thought. Ah. That makes seven! The man stepped out into the snow, grunting as the cold wind raced against his rough features. He was broad-shouldered and tall, with hair the color of straw poking out beneath the edge of his hardened leather cap. A native Nord, most likely.  A well-worn and oft-repaired axe hung at his belt, and he reached his strong arms down in its direction… to undo the buckle of his breeches. His gloved hands fished around clumsily before drawing out his soft cock, uncut and hanging low. A shower, Eileena thought with a slight grin. Not bad. As the man relieved himself into the snow, she went over her mental checklist one more time. Her magicka reserves felt strong, and she was barely fatigued from the hike. The various incantations that put a trail of conquests and corpses behind her were vivid in her memory, ready to be cast at a moment’s notice. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks and between her legs, and not just in response to the driving cold. It was time. The bandit finished his business and tucked himself away, glancing carelessly across the ridge before turning back inside. Eileena walked up behind him, purposeful and silent, and entered the cave in his wake. She passed unnoticed, until… “Stop, in the name of the law!” A split-second of stunned silence, as all eyes in the hideout fell on her… followed by a burst of activity as the group of outlaws jumped to their feet, scattering stools, dice, and ill-gotten coin across the cavern floor. Weapons sprung into hands, ready to strike. “I am Eileena Stormchaser, adventurer and mage of the College of Winterhold! There’s a sizable bounty on your head, and if you come quietly and without resistance I will not have to deliver a pile of ashes to the Jarl’s guards in your place.” She smirked and raised both hands wide, brilliant blue energy springing forth across her fingertips. The bandits took pause at this, wary of her threat. At the back of the pack, a barrel-chested man sporting a rough beard and wielding a heavy greatsword of pitted and scored iron barked: “Careful, boys! We’ve got a mage on our hands. Don’t die a fool’s death.” With a tilt of his shaggy head, he addresses Eileena directly. “It is brave of you to come all this way to find us, missy, but you’re outnumbered. Even if you do fry me or a few of my men, you won’t win this fight. Turn around and go back to your books, and we’ll forget the name ‘Stormchaser’ for now.” Eileena grinned, wide and playful. “Ohohoho~! So you won’t surrender? Perfect…” With a dramatic gesture, she swung her hands in wide arcs through the air. Bright trails of magicka followed, and as her hands met in front of her hips, there was a burst of bright light that filled the cave. “Brace yourselves!”, the bandit’s leader roared. The men all ducked for what little cover could be found, and then… nothing. The mage stood still in the entrance to the cave, all evidence of spellcasting gone from her form. She blinked once, twice, looking perplexed at the outcome. On the inside, however, she suppressed the urge to chuckle. Such simple-minded fools, easily manipulated by spectacle. A spell had been cast, a simple one of her own devising: ‘Barren Fruit’, she had named it. A little something she’d need for what came next… “Her spell failed! Quick, grab her!” Leaping into action at their leader’s command, the bandits quickly scrambled out of hiding and rushed to surround the female Nord. A pair of brutish fellows grabbed at her wrists, their grip firm and unyielding as they twisted her arms behind her back and held them there. “What’s the matter, missy? Out of magicka? Hah, this must be embarrassing for you. Were you really planning on cowing us into surrender with that paltry trick?” Their leader advanced across the cave as he spoke, heavy footfalls beating against the stone to punctuate each word. When at last he stopped before her, he reared up to tower head and shoulder above her, and spat on her face with a disdainful gaze. “This is why I hate mages. All tricks and no traction, and they think they’re better than you for it to boot.” His large hand shoots out to take hold of her chin, the thick fingers pushing her cheeks up and lips together in a foolish expression. With rough motions he wrenches her neck from side to side, examining every facet of her wide-eyed fear. “Pretty enough. Find out what she’s got and add it to the pile, and then we may as well have some fun. I’m sick of warming myself by fire alone.” With that, the leader turned and made to right one of the fallen stools, leaving his men to follow their orders… which they were all too eager to carry out. Filthy hands pressed against her body, rubbing and patting and squeezing through the thick material of her robe. Careless brutes, she thought. No method to the search, mere groping more than anything. Still, she maintained a facade of helplessness, and cried out in false indignity and genuine pleasure as one of the men took hold of her ample breasts and began to knead them roughly through her clothes. The coarse weave of the material scratched against her nipples, bringing forth a rush of blood which left them pert and eager beneath her loose outfit. “Heh, hey boss! I think she likes it! Let’s get her out of this robe and see what *else* she likes, eh?” The bandit’s comments elicit a chorus of lecherous grunts from the band, and the wandering hands withdraw from her waist, her arms, her head, her hips. The one who had only a moment ago been grabbing at her chest took hold of the collar of her robe and tore it asunder down the front with little effort, letting the ruined garment fall in a limp puddle around her feet. “By the Nine, the bitch isn’t wearing anything at all! What the- is she… is she in heat?” Eileena put on her best pouty expression, feigning embarrassment and shame at her present circumstance. “N-no, it’s not what it looks like! Let me go, please! I’m sorry I came!” The boss saunters back, and plants the stool firmly before her. “Well well well, not much of a mage and no underclothes too? What I think we’ve got ourselves here is a little slut, boys! Wandered in from the cold to keep our cocks warm, eh?” The band cheers, already shrugging off their heavier gear and tearing at their belts. “Sit down.” A violent kick from behind connects with the back of her knee, driving the mage forward and down on the rickety seat. Her rear end sits over the edge, exposing her flushed folds and the wink of her tiny pink asshole to the assembled crowd. Her head, and more specifically her mouth, hang at the level of the leader’s waist, and she can smell the thick musk of his manhood even before her eyes focus on the weighty outline of an impressive member constrained within his hide pants. “What are you going to do to me?! I’m not a slut, I promise! I’ll do anything you ask, just please let me go!” That had ought to rile them up, she thinks to herself. Already, her fingertips weave subtle spells, tracing patterns in the air to increase the libido and potency of the surrounding men, and the lubricate and loosen her holes. Her supposed “attackers” are too distracted by a pair of perfect tits and pretty face to even take notice of the enchantments taking influence over their bodies. “You’ll do anything we ask? Then I’ve heard enough. No need for you to keep talking…” Disregarding the cries and pleas from the girl before him, the head bandit reaches into his breeches and frees his thick cock, painfully erect and traced in throbbing veins. The fat head points menacing towards Eileena’s lips, and is soon pressed and pushed against them to smear a dollop of salty-sweet precum across her mouth. She makes a show of pursing her lips and sputtering in protest, but when her frustrated attacker finally takes hold of her hair and forces her jaw open with his turgid member, she can only breathe a sigh of relief through her nose as the heavy shaft slides in at last. He pulls down on her head and thrusts his cock forward at the same time, driving himself past her tongue and up against the back of her mouth before popping into her throat with a satisfied grunt. Use me, is all she can think. Use me, all of you. Let me take everything you have to give until there is nothing left. Use me, as I use you… “By Oblivion, her throat is tight! Keep whining on my cock, you whore. Crane that pretty little neck and show me how deep you love to have your mouth fucked.” Eileena exhales heavily, her breath hot and wet against the shaft pumping into her face, her lips and nose already sore from slamming against the bandit’s pelvis and stomach. Her body heaves, and her pussy glistens with arousal at the assault. “Hey boss, we never did finish searching her for goods! Let’s take a look inside and see what she might be hiding, ahahaha!” The bandits laugh a cruel laugh in unison as a number of them gather behind her and squat low, bringing her rear close to their twitching hands and panting faces. Two fingers are jammed into her, then three, and then four. Her cunt makes sloppy noises as the men prod and stir her insides, jeering at the way she squirms and moans at their ministrations. Thoroughly lubricated with her lewd juices, one of them takes the opportunity to hook the thumb of one hand into her poor neglected asshole, followed quickly by the other thumb. “Let’s see what this slut is hiding, then. Mages are a sneaky sort, after all. Y’think there might be a scroll up there? Hahaha!” Her head held in place by the leader assaulting her mouth, Eileena can only sit and experience the sensation of her muscular ring being spread apart. Waves of sudden, pleasant soreness spread throughout her body, and she wills herself not to cum right then and there. She must remain some composure, after all. The bandits take turns toying with her asshole, spreading and gaping her wide for all to see, fitting their fingers up to the final knuckle, and enjoying every twitch and groan the mage makes as a result of the prolonged cavity search. “Rragh, fuck!” With a nearly wordless cry, the chief drives his cock forward one last time, holding Eileena tightly against his body as his hips buck repeatedly, pump rope after rope of his thick, pungent seed from his throbbing erection directly in her stomach. With her nose pressed shut, she can barely breathe as she rides out his orgasm, praying that she does not lose consciousness before his manhood is satisfied. Spent at last, the bandit at her mouth takes a step back and releases his grip on Eileena’s hair, letting his slimy slick cock slide from her throat, pulling her punished lips away from her face as the crown of its fat head catches on them before finally popping free. Without support, the out-of-breath mage slumps forward towards the cold stone of the cavern floor, raising her gaping ass and sopping pussy into the air in a lewd mockery of an animal in heat. “Alright boys, you know the rules. After I get the first pick of the loot, it’s all yours. Divide it amongst yourselves equally, no fighting now. I suspect there’s plenty of this whore to go around.” Her chest heaving from the exertion, Eileena can only lose herself to raw delight as the first bandit steps up and places the tip of his raging erection against her loosened asshole and pushes deep inside her to hit that oh-so-perfect spot inside her belly. A worthy adventure indeed… Some hours later, the last bandit slaps her bruised and red hips hard, grabbing hold of her plump butt as he thrusts in to the hilt, weighty balls slapping against her abused cunt with a satisfying sting. The gooey remnants of a dozen loads is pushed out of her tender ring by the force of his ejaculation, landing with wet smacks against the cavern floor as he dumps his third round into her warm and welcoming insides. How many times had they used her, in how many ways? It was all a heady blur of being handled roughly, tossed around, and shoved full of cocks in every hole. She recalls being spitroasted, held aloft only by the rod-solid shafts in either end of her body. Taking two in her ass at once was easy enough, but when they began to work a third in there she panicked a bit before surrendering to the pure pleasure of being completely and utterly filled. Her stomach felt heavy from every drop of thick semen she swallowed, and she wondered if her poor pussy would ever return to normal without the use of magic. Still, all good things must come to an end… “Hah, ah… alright, missy. I’m surprised you held up so well to me and my men, but there is one matter to take care of.” The head bandit rights himself from where he had slumped against the floor after the last time he twisted and fucked her tits and reaches down to pick up his wicked-looking blade as well. “As fun as it would be to keep you, that might inconvenience our plans… and we can’t exactly have you running home and calling the guards on us, can we? Don’t worry, since you took such good care of us I’ll make sure you don’t suffer. Now close your eyes-” He pauses, halting completely in place. Only his wide eyes still move, glancing frantically around the area for an explanation. His men are all still, as if held in place by some invisible force. Those who were not planted firmly fall over like statues, unable to keep their balance. At last, his gaze settles on their “plaything”, and the magickal fire burning in her hands and alight in her glare. “You pitiful fools. Did you think I was ever at your mercy? All it took was a simple bit of Alteration magic to addle your minds and make you play into my hands. And you played the part well, I must add.” Eileena licks her lips, drawing a hefty dollop of bandit seed into her mouth and swallowing the spunk with a satisfied sigh. “Don’t struggle, you might actually hurt yourself. A bit of rope just in case an a quick spell to make you all light enough to drag down the mountain after me… honestly, even an acolyte could do it.” The mage’s demeanor has changed completely as she begins to work on securing her prey, exuding confidence and competence as she hums a playful tune to herself. She tests test the bindings one last time, and gives the rope a quick tug to see how the paralyzed ruffians glide and bounce across the stone, nearly weightless as a result of her spells. “Mm, time to go. It is getting late, after all. Thank you for the meal, boys…”

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Chapter 0 - The Potion of Persistent Erection

“Eeyuck! This tastes-” Talbot, the injured captain of the city guard, pauses mid-grimace and slowly opens one squinting eye peer cautiously at his girlfriend who has been spoon-feeding him another one of her homemade “remedies”. Her expression on her white and blue-scaled face is stern, with thin brows furrowed over brilliant lime-green eyes. She’s had enough of his protests for one day. “This tastes wonderful, sweetie. Eheh.. h-honest!’ The broad-chested man had no fear when getting into this mess, facing down and apprehending a group of violent bandits with nothing but his sword and picking up a few deep wounds along the way, but the thought of angering Lin while in his bedridden state was enough to make him think twice about his words. “It is not about ze taste, you silly man. It is about getting you back on your feet! If you don’t stop spitting them up then maybe we can find one that works, even.” Lin plants her hands on her wide hips, elbows cocked outward as she leans in close to her other’s mustachioed face with a judgemental glare. “Honestly, Captain of the Ze Guard can’t even take his medicine! You should be ashamed!” The blue-hued lizard girl allows her condescension to hang between them for but a moment before breaking character and exhaling a warm chuckle against Talbot’s skin before pursing her lips to plant a soft kiss on his forehead. “Hehe, I am only teasing. Another remedy is almost ready in ze lab. I will go fetch it!” As Talbot watches her collect the dishes from her last attempt and skip off towards their combination kitchen/alchemical laboratory, he calls out after her: “No rush, hun! I’ll be right here!” After she disappears from view, he allows himself a small sigh. Being tended to by a gorgeous lizard girlfriend was nice enough, even if her concoctions could be a little on the… pungent side, but he was not a man used to being confined to bed longer than necessary. Vacation didn’t count, he thought to himself, a slight flush rising in his cheeks and between his legs as he recalled the last time he and Lin took time off to visit the beach. They barely saw the water at all for staying inside so much… Still, this was different. He’d done something foolhardy and gotten himself hurt in the line of duty, and he wasn’t supremely confident the city guard could even put their boots on right without him there to oversee things. Lin returns after a few minutes, an agonizingly long time for the immobilized guardsman. In her hands, she carries a small tray with a steaming mug of some thick, deep blue solution. Spots of light swirl within the drink, giving it an attractive, cosmic appearance. The self-appointed nurse bends at the hips to deposit the tray, flashing her most sweetly-charming smile as she allows Talbot a full view of her shapely body and long, slender tail clad casually in running shorts and a tight tank top. “Like what you see? Hehe, I mean ze medicine, silly. I went through a  lot  of trouble to get ze herbs for this recipe, you know..." “That's nice Lin, but how about a little help here? Arms all sliced up, remember?” Lin regains her focus with a little hop before grabbing the warm mug and bringing it to Talbot’s lips. “Oh, yes! But of course. Now tilt your head back so it doesn’t spill, hun.” The syrupy concoction has a somewhat pleasant chalky-sweet taste at first… and then it begins to burn. Not just within Talbot’s mouth, but spreading across his entire body. A burning, stinging sensation that causes his wounds to itch furiously and entire body to sweat. His eyes go wide in surprise, he grimaces, he pleads with Lin to find some way to make it stop. Frustratingly, painfully, he is unable to do more than writhe from the hips down for fear of aggravating his wounds further, and he is forced to contemplate the entire wave of unpleasant sensation as it flushes through his body from head to toe. Lin looks on, unperturbed. Such a reaction is to be expected. At last, the worst of it subsides, and Talbot is reduced to a panting, sweat-streaked mess in their bed, his body weakened and limp aside from one notable feature… his cock juts upward obscenely beneath the blanket covering his waist and legs, an insistent tower throbbing eagerly for freedom and for release. Talbot has never felt his cock so engorged before; the feeling was more uncomfortable than anything, and his weighty balls echoed the feeling with a dull soreness that was difficult to ignore. “Uh… Lin? Would you mind checking on that for me? I love you and you’re gorgeous, babe, but I don’t think that’s what’s going on here… Something doesn’t seem quite right.” She brings her gaze down his body, her eyes settling on the impressive tent he has made out of the covers. “Hmm? Oh! Oh, hehe, just a small side effect. The alchemical properties of the potion have a tendency to collect… down below, for easy release. Your body is not able to process the leftovers any other way.” Talbot attempts to wrap his mind around this explanation. Magic and alchemy always seemed so… arbitrary to him. “So I need to… release?” He turns his neck to either side with some effort, nodding towards his immobilized arms. “You plan on giving me a hand with this, right? Not uh, just gonna leave me here, hard as a fuckin’ rock?” Lin giggles, her hungry eyes fixated on Talbot’s pelvis as she pinches the covers between two fingers and pulls it gingerly back. His penis is furiously erect, swelled beyond its usual eight inches to an impressive size and girth. Veins bulge across its surface and the fat head has flushed a shade of deep purple in response to the alchemical stimulants pumping through it. The cock pulses with every beat of Talbot’s heart, jumping and jerking between his legs as it waves in front of Lin’s fascinated, blushing face. “Oh my, I’ve never seen you so excited before! It would be a shame to take care of this too soon…” Talbot groans as she draws out the scene, a note of frustration creeping into his tone. “Any time now, hun. I’m not exactly comfortable here...” She giggles and reaches out tentatively to take hold of his firmly-throbbing cock around the base, gasping in audible admiration at its atypical girth and stiffness. “Hehe, how lovely! I should have tried this potion ages ago. My word, l think you could do some serious damage with this thing!” “ Liiin …” “Sorry, sorry! Let’s see here…” The giddy lizard girl leans over Talbot’s twitching erection and opens her mouth, allowing her long tongue to spool out in the space between them. A viscous strand of saliva drips slowly down, forming a long string where it bridges the gap between pointed tongue and swollen cock head and flowing down the now beet-red shaft until it reaches her fingers. Lin drags her hand upward, smearing the slick saliva between her palm and the burning heat of his enraged member. It twitches in her grip, strong enough to sway her hand at the wrist, and Talbot gasps as the sudden rush of sensation sent through his system. “Fuck, you’ve always had such deft hands. You’re a goddess, Lin.” She beams at the encouragement and gives the palm of her free hand a long lick before wrapping it around her lover’s heavy balls and cupping them as she gently kneads each straining orb with the tips of her fingers. Continuing to work his shaft meanwhile, her skillful handjob quickly raises a symphony of wet squelching sounds as her spit mixes with the copious flow of precum drooling from his cock into a slick, foamy lubricant. Talbot’s breath quickens under her two-pronged assault, and a deep moan escapes his lips as he clenches his legs and buttocks in order to heighten the sensation. His aching cock and balls are awash in electric intensity, Lin’s concoction having heightened his sensitivity to torturous levels. “Ah, fffuck~ I’m gonna-” Lin pulls her hands away with a quick jerk, leaving his stranded cock to throb fruitlessly in the air. “Lin? What are you doing, I’m so close!” She responds with a playful grin as she rights herself and heads back toward the kitchen door. “Oh, sorry! I forgot that I still have to do some grocery shopping before it gets too late. Although I guess we’re not out of purple eggplant after all, hehe.” “Are you serious? You can’t leave me like this!” “I can’t? Why can’t I leave you here, so close and yet so far from releasing that gorgeous, pent-up monster? Are you going to do something to me?” “Lin, honey, come on. Don’t play games with me. You’re killing me!” “Oh, hush. If ze blades of fifteen bandits couldn’t stop you I doubt you’ll die from an unattended erection. Ze swelling should be harmless, hun. Au revoir!” “Lin, wait-!” With a wink and a blown kiss, she shuts the door to the bedroom and hums her way into the kitchen. Talbot can hear her wash her hands, gather her things, and at last, leave. She really left him all alone, right at his edge and in utter frustration. “That little mink is gonna get it, I swear…” Doing his best ignore his miserable state and the potent, almost painful urge to cum within his loins, Talbot squeezes his eyes shut and does his best to fall into frustrated, fraught sleep. The next few days are a test of endurance for the bedridden captain as his wicked and cruel girlfriend delights in teasing, tormenting, and denying his poor swollen cock at every opportunity, with neither release nor remorse in sight. “Here, next I want to try this. Ze healing effect of ze potion should prevent any permanent damage to your... equipment.” Lin smears more of the starry-hued brew directly onto Talbot’s shaft, working the smooth liquid into the skin until it has been absorbed completely. She takes special care to keep a keen eye on his expression and a hand on his testicles to be sure she does not push him over his edge. Satisfied at last that her elixir has been properly applied, she bites her lip and gazes at the ceiling as she fishes blindly around a nearby bag for something. Talbot has no idea what could be in store at this point from his limited viewpoint, and frankly, he finds it difficult to care. Days under the influence of Lin’s potions and at the mercy of her hands has driven all capacity to focus from his mind. The pleasure he has been subjected to has been exquisite, and the suffering of living on the edge of release has consumed him. When Lin finally produces a flexible cock ring to slip over his member and increase its alchemically-induced swelling even further, he is barely able to bat an eye. Either she intends for him to cum, or she does not. His protests have little sway with the horny little lizard, and he’d rather not give her the satisfaction of being humored by his pleading. She begins to lap at his cock with broad long licks from base to tip, causing his entire body to shudder and his itchy wounds to ache with dull pain. “I swear, Lin. If these wounds heal before you give me some release… Ah, haha, you’ll be in for a rough ride for sure.” Talbot's blue-scaled tormentor allows the head of his cock to pop out of her mouth where she had been suckling on it mere moments before. “And what are you going to do about it, little man?” He lets out a strained laugh at her taunt before gritting his teeth as she wraps her supple lips around his shaft once again. “Ahh~ I think we can both agree there’s nothing ‘little’ going on right now, heh.” Lin pulls herself back again, affecting an exaggerated pout at his refusal to play into her teasing games. “Hmph! Well if that’s how you like it, maybe we should keep it that way! Good night~” With that, Lin plants a quick kiss on Talbot’s cock and one on his forehead before flopping onto the bed beside him and rolling her back towards him. “Uhm… Lin? Honey?” Talbot’s query is met only with the soft breathing of a gently-sleeping Lin. Whether she truly fell asleep so fat or was continuing her games, the denied and flustered captain of the guard knew he would have little luck changing her mind either way. Sleeping with such a raging erection was no easy task, but he had little choice in his powerless state. He truly was at Lin’s complete mercy. Maybe if he wanted release that badly he really should try harder to appease her… “Ahn~ Fuck, that’s good…” Two things awaken Talbot later that night: the quiet sound of soft moaning and slow sloppy thrusts, and the overwhelming sensation of wetness and pressure at his crotch. His eyes open weakly, heavy-lidded from slumber still, and he struggles to crane his neck forward to asses the situation. The sight that greets his bleary eyes is Lin’s ample bottom thrust toward his face, her thick tail raised high in the air above him. The covers are pulled aside, and she has taken the liberty of mounting his persistent erection while he slept. His turgid cock is buried in her smooth plump pussy, the wetness of her arousal running down the shaft to pool on his lower stomach as she slowly rides him with a rhythmic rise and fall. As the fog of sleep begins to clear from his mind, Talbot also becomes aware of that familiar, exquisite pleasure of having his girlfriend’s tight, soft, muscular warmth wrapped around him. For what feels like the hundredth time over these agonizing few days, his balls draw close to his body and his breath quickens as he approaches that long-desired orgasm. Perhaps his moans are a bit too loud, though... “Oh! Oops, I did not mean to wake you, Tal. Hehe, you feel like you are real close… we cannot let you  pop  too early!” Talbot groans as she lifts her hips off of him, leaving his cock a slick throbbing mess as it rapidly cools in the night air. “Jeez, Lin. If you’re not gonna let me cum the least you could do is let me sleep.” She stifles a giggle as she gives his poor penis a playful flick which causes him to wince before curling up against his bandaged shoulder. “So sorry, love. Of course I’ll let you rest. And if you're on your best behavior tomorrow maybe I’ll even let you cum after all. Who knows!” “Hmph. I’ll believe it when I feel it.” “Goodnight!” “Goodnight, Lin.” The next morning passes relatively uneventfully, alchemically-induced erection aside. Lin dutifully tends to Talbot’s wounds, changing his bandages and keeping him clean and cool. At last, after arriving home from another shopping trip, does she stop by Talbot’s side to lay down a tray which contains a shallow bowl filled with an amber-colored massage oil. Clambering up onto the bed and between his legs, she gives him an affirmative nod and dips her hands into the warm lubricant before gripping his shaft firmly and beginning to stroke its swollen length. “Alright. Let’s do something about this.” His tone is cautious, but he cannot help but be hopeful. “For real this time? Ah, you’re a lifesaver, Lin.” She smiles sweetly at him as she works the tips of her fingers around the flare of his cock head. “Yes, I know. Now relax and enjoy…” Lin’s practiced hands dance across his dick with every skill in her repertoire, from soft fluttering touches to powerful pumps and everything in between. Her patient is in little condition to hold out under such expert ministration and is brought to his edge in no time. “Fuck, I’m gonna-!” When Talbot cums at last, he cums  hard . The overwhelming pleasure and pent-up pressure release like a bolt of lightning striking a floodgate, and a visceral roar rips from his throat as he is unable to contain himself in the face of such a powerful orgasm. His hips buck violently up and down as his sore strained testicles are pulled tight against his body, and his shoulders pull inward as his entire core tenses. The first spurt of semen seems anticlimactic, almost sluggish, a fat white dollop which oozes from the tip of his tortured cock to sit insistently on the head. It is as if it was only a test, a reminder from Talbot’s anatomy that everything still worked: what followed was a proper blast of cum, a long thick rope propelled by powerful throbbing pulses, each one throwing more of his seed into the air to land on Lin’s head and body. The bright white semen drapes across her shocked face and open mouth, slapping wetly against her breasts and even shooting up and over the lizard girl entirely to stain the edge of the bed and the carpet beyond. Lin remains in the line of fire, perhaps as retribution for creating this state in the first place, and is soon plastered almost beyond recognition by the relentless release of potent pent-up seed within Talbot. When his body finally ceases to buck and the last pulse of semen is spent from his thoroughly-drained balls, Lin is entirely soaked from head to stomach and across her kneeling thighs. Drops of sticky cum droop off of her body, trailing thin strands behind them, and her lime-green eyes peer out from behind a stark, creamy mask like a clown who has taken a pie to the face. “Well, uhm… that went well, non?” Talbot has been reduced to a panting wreck in the aftermath of his epic orgasm, barely able to catch his breath let alone respond. “Lin, that was… I mean, wow. But… fuck, I think I hurt myself real bad…” As she wipes the coating of rapidly-cooling cum off of her face, she notices a series of bright red blossoms blooming across Talbot’s bandages. “Oh no, you silly! You’ve opened up your wounds again… That means we will have to start ze healing process all over again!” “You mean… I have to stay in bed even longer?” “Why yes! Hehe, don’t you worry, love. I will go get us cleaned up and then get to work right away on a new remedy to help you heal!” The sloppy lizard girl hops up, semen dripping from her body with every movement. With a bright, beaming smile, she turns and heads toward the shower with a skip in her step and a wordless tune on her lips. Talbot can only frown, his body in pain and his cock covered in congealing, cold cum. He hears the shower turn on as Lin continues humming, oblivious. “Uhm… Lin? A little help? Ah, fuck… you’ve really done it this time, Talbot. You’ve really done it this time…”

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Chapter 0 - Entered, Stage Right

“Again?! You guys are relentless!” Marie’s pout deepens, her hands balling into small fists at her sides and she gets on her knees to receive another load of potent seed across her delicate features. Though covered in a drooling layer of cum from head to toe already, in comparison to past days of being subjected to her manager’s grueling “dance training”, she is practically unscathed. “Yes yes, dear Marie. Rose and I are such monsters. To say nothing of how much you’ve improved these past few training sessions, of course.” Nami, the elegant and rosy-haired Au Ra, lifted her chin from where it rested laconically in one hand and tilted her head towards her more stylish companion. “It appears she does not appreciate our methods, Rose. Could she be so ungrateful to ignore the fruits of her labor? Why, she’s only had to let four of her fans use her today!” The cool Au Ra with the choppy black hair responded with a half-hearted shrug and a sarcastic tone. “Honestly, I’d say she’s ready already. It seems like she’s messing up on purpose at this point just to enjoy the punishment. Isn’t that right, Marie?” With some effort, Marie tore her eyes away from the aggressively-swollen dick being jerked mere inches from her semen-stained features to protest in her defense. “N-no, that’s not- augh?! ” Marie’s declaration of innocence is cut short as the masked fan masturbating before her thrusts their hips forward with a grunt, expelling a long, thick rope of cum directly into her open mouth mid-sentence, the force of the ejaculation causing the seed to splash against the back of her throat and tongue. As she begins to cough in response to the unexpected “gift”, they continue to ride through the rest of their orgasm, each pulsing contraction of their cock sending a burst of sticky semen across her face, ears, and hair. The soiled Miqo’te finishes her coughing fit and swallows the heavy lump of saliva and cum left behind in her throat. The wind is taken entirely from her sails, and she merely looks up at her stoic managers with a look of pathetic indignation. The fan, their spent member hanging limp between their legs, bows their head in gratitude and mumbles words of adoration and appreciation as they shuffle sheepishly back into the watching crowd. Rose only sighs. “Looks like this is as far as we’re gonna get today. Clean yourself up and get some rest. The concert is only a few days away, and we’ll need you recovered and in tip-top shape. Oh, and… good work out there.” Rose flashes a wink towards her client, as Nami chuckles high and haughty beside her. Whether she likes it or not, Marie is going on stage… It is the night of the big show and Marie is in her dressing room, attention focused on the broad mirror affixed to one wall and encircled by brightly-burning magitek lamps. Some last-minute touch-ups to her makeup while standing in her pure white undergarments before she fetches someone to help her into her outfit… However, a knock at the door interrupts the preparation. “Marie, dear! May we come in? Your managers would like a wooord~!” What could they want now? Likely up to no good, she should think, but the sweet and gullible catgirl has already forgiven her two devious Au Ra managers for their… aggressive methods. She is on her way across the room to grab a robe to cover herself with first when the door opens regardless and Nami and Rose both enter without invitation. “Hellooo~ How is our favorite star doing? Excited for tonight, hmm?” Marie jumps with surprise at as the door flies open, blushing furiously as she feebly attempts to cover her underwear-clad figure. She was no stranger to being exposed before the two of them, but still… manners were manners! “Eep! Uhm… can I help you? I was just about to call someone to help me into my outfit…” The two woman have already spread out, gliding to either side of the Miqo’te almost as if encircling her to prevent an escape. Rose carries a large shopping back in her arms, which she gently rests one of the room’s few stools as she passes. “Now now, don’t be silly! Rose and I will help you, of course. In fact, we plan to give you a thorough examination before sending you out there… Rose?” The short-haired Au Ra places her hands on Marie’s shoulders at Nami’s prompt, spinning the confused idol towards the large changing room mirror. Sliding one hand down her body and smiling with delight at the shiver it elicits from the catgirl, Rose simultaneously pulls the inside of Marie’s hip towards her while pushing her shoulders forward, forcing Marie to scoot her curvy little bum backward and place both of her palms on the mirror ahead to stay balanced. Fully bent over, she can only look past her own reflection’s shoulder as her managers shuffle about behind her. At last, Rose approaches her side and grasps firmly at the clasp of her bra from behind. With a swift, strong movement, she tears the undergarment away from Marie’s body, exposing the entirety of her tan back and allowing her ample breasts to swing free beneath her arched body. “Owie! Rose, what are you doing now?!” Tossing the garment aside, Rose moves to one side of Marie’s hips while Nami gets in position beside the other. In tandem, they take hold of the waistband of her panties and pull them up and over her but and down her legs to her ankles. “Simple! We’re going to give you a full-body exam to make sure you’re ready. Inside and out, hehe~” “Wha-oh!” Marie yelps with surprise and not a small amount of indignation as Rose moves forward along her side, the tall Au Ra placing her hands on the smaller woman’s body to massage her smooth back, wrapping underneath to her deceptively toned dancer’s belly, and up to the base of her chest, her fingers pressing beneath the soft squishy flesh of her breasts to trail around the perimeter of those mounds and up towards her neck and shoulders. Of more immediate concern to the catgirl, however, is how Nami has settled on her knees behind her and placed Marie’s firm round buttocks firmly in her grasp. The elegant and mischievous manager plays at kneading her taut cheeks within her slim, slender fingers, and her thumbs wander ever closer to the edges of her tight and sensitive holes. Marie’s breath quickens, and a flush of arousal washes across her tender privates in response to the teasing ministrations of the two women. “Y-you guys, come on… I’ve got to get ready for the shooow~” With a whining whimper that transitions to a soft moan, Marie half-heartedly questions the logic behind her managers’ pre-show ritual… but it feels so good for her to be touched, poked, and prodded, and in so many places at once… she is willing to wait it out a bit longer, just to see how far they intend to go. Satisfied with her surface examination, Nami takes a moment to wet the tips of thumb and forefinger of each hand before hooking the tips of each digit into Marie’s wet pussy and the winking ring of her asshole, respectively. The idol cries out with a mixture of shock and pleasure, her whole body beginning to heave with heavy breathing as she concentrates on the sensation of the dragon girl patiently and methodically stretching out her holes, slowly working her fingers to gape Marie’s pussy and ass so that she may peer inside with a sarcastic mumble of approval, doing her best impersonation of a dispassionate medical professional as she plays with the Miqo’te’s warm, soft, and muscular entrances. “Everything appears to be in order down here. Rose, will you fetch my tools from the bag?” Rose pauses mid-grope, releasing her hold on Marie’s firmly-engorged nipples to walk over to the bag she brought in earlier and retrieve two brightly-colored objects with a definitively phallic form. She joins Nami down near Marie’s exposed undercarriage and brings the first item forward: a squat and widely-flared plug. Rubbing the instrument against the moist lips of Marie’s lower entrance for lubrication, she places the tip within the idol’s eagerly-pulsing asshole and presses it slowly inside. “A-ah! It’s really - nngh - it’s really big! Oh my-! Ohhh~” Marie’s eyes grow wide and wider still, almost as if mimicking the expansion of her back entrance as the heft plug is pushed deeper and deeper. Her hole is stretched to its limit, and Rose allows it to linger at that point of exquisitely sore fullness before giving it one last press and allowing Marie’s ass to swallow the flare of the plug and contract tightly around the base. The Miqo’te’s hips wiggle from side-to-side as she allows the foreign object to settle inside of her, breathing a sigh of relief and satisfaction at the feat. “And up next, we have…” Rose brings up the other toy, a gently-curved vibrator with a wireless remote: high-magitek stuff for a sex toy, but the two Au Ra were of discerning taste and spared no expense in preparing their star for the stage. Placing the tip of the artificial phallus against Marie’s briefly-neglected cunt, Rose slides it in to the base with little effort. Picking up the small remote, she briefly pulses it on and off a few times to test, enjoying the series of moans drawn forth from Marie’s splendid little mouth with each activation. “All good on this end! How is our little star feeling?” “It’s…” Marie blushes, unwilling to so readily accept her situation but entirely at bliss with being stuffed so full. “It’s really good, okay? But how do you expect me to perform like this?!” Nami puts a finger to her chin, feigning deep thought. “Hmm… why, we expect you to perform admirably, of course! Nothing less from Eorzea’s best. Now then, about the outfit you were going to wear… Rose and I were thinking, and of course, we think we’re right: the outfit has to go. We’ve brought you something much more exciting. The fans will love it.” As Marie slowly slides herself upright against the mirror, she feels her heart drop as she sees a reflection of Rose reaching back into the bag… to reveal an entirely too-skimpy number in black silk and sheer white lace. She would have been more modest performing in her underwear. “Oh no…” The two Au Ra laugh in tandem, approaching her with what little outfit there was in hand. “Oh, yes . Now let’s get you dressed.” A short while later, Marie stands backstage to be fitted with her earpiece and microphone, thoroughly nonplussed in her new and barely-there outfit. Nami and Rose’s large toys are held firmly in place by the tight black thong hugging her hips, while the stringy top, barely more than threads and enough material to cover her nipples, does little to keep her breasts from bouncing obscenely with every step. When the roaring crowd on the other side of curtains gets a glimpse of her dancing on stage… Marie covers her furiously-blushing face with her hands, trying her hardest to come to terms with the intense clash of embarrassment and arousal she is feeling. “Alright, Miss Marie! Curtain is in five, time to get in position!” Her managers are here as well, of course, ready to observe from the sidelines. Rose raises the remote to Marie’s vibrator with a cruel grin, indicating what lies in store for her. “Oh no…” Before Marie can muster up the courage to back out of her managers’ plot, however, the curtains rise and the crowd filling the colosseum stadium erupts in a cacophony of roaring cheers and shrill, excited screeching. “Hello, Ul’dah! Thank you all for coming, are you having a great time tonight?!” Ever the performer, the call of her fans pulls the idol from her introspection and she bounds out to the bright, pumping fanfare of her entrance tune with arms waving and body bouncing with cute, excited hops. The crowd’s pitch raises even further in a chorus of whoops and hollers as her risque wardrobe is revealed to the entire stadium. The energy is heady, and soon all of Marie’s worries are cast out of her mind as she launches into her set, twirling and dancing with her backup crew, fellow Miqo’te all, letting the bliss of performing and the pleasant fullness stirring inside of her lower region carry her away. That is, until… “Eeyeep~! Aahn!” Spotting the proper moment, Rose flicks on the vibrator’s motor from her remote, and the two Au Ra watch with delight as Marie cries out and lets loose a moan over her microphone, broadcasting her pleasure to the entire crowd. Frightfully embarrassed and entirely exposed, Marie pauses her lyrics to mumble out a brief “S-sorry!” to the crowd before picking back up at the next bar and continuing her performance. This pattern continues through the next few songs, with Marie’s moaning over the mic growing louder and more frequent as Rose continues to dial up the intensity of the vibration with the passing of time. The audience in the front few rows watches in enraptured awe as their idol’s revealing bottoms grow damp with arousal, to the point where the juices drip freely down the inside of her leg to mingle with the sweat of her exerting performance. The outline of the toys’ bases can be seen pushing out against the fabric of her thong, and one could almost catch the glimpse of her soaking pussy and the thick toys penetrating it alongside her ass if they looked closely enough. Of course, many in the audience did, and word began to spread quickly through the crowd at the Miqo’te’s entirely unexpected and entirely lewd accessories. By the climax of her final song, the cheering in the stadium and lulled almost completely, as the assembled attendees focused on the provocative visuals of Marie’s routine and the pervasive, perverse sound of her gasps and moans being broadcast between lyrics across the entire colosseum. As the music swells and rises, so too do Marie’s outbursts of pleasure and apology, until at last she falls to her knees as the backing music and bright lights peak, and in the fadeaway after, all is silent… all except for the sudden cry as Marie cums at last, her body convulsing and hips bucking in the center of the stage as every strained moan and gasp for air is broadcast over her still-active microphone. Those in the front row, pressed up to the stage’s edge, can see how pussy squirts against the thin fabric of her thong, soaking through the fabric and running down her legs to splash audibly against the sweat-stained surface of the stage. The entire stadium is quiet, stunned, only Marie’s haggard breathing playing over the loudspeakers as she returns to reality from her intense and public release. “Oh my-! Everyone, I’m so sorry! It’s not what it- I mean- Oh nooo~” As Marie falls into a spiral of shame at the performance she just gave before a packed audience, the lights come back up and her Au Ra managers walk onto the stage wearing microphone headsets of their own. Rose walks up behind the fallen Miqo’te, turns the power to her remote vibrator off, and places both hands on her stiff shoulders. Giving them a quick squeeze, she then moves lower to undo the back of Marie’s stringy top, letting the fasteners fall free. “Kyaa~! Rose?! Nami?” Nami ignores Marie’s broadcast question, turning instead to address the thoroughly confused and thoroughly aroused audience with her best service industry smile. “Did everyone out there enjoy the show tonight? Let’s all give a big cheer for Marie!” Her words hang in the air for a moment, and then silence shatters like glass. The stadium roars again with cheers and whistles, declarations of love for the compromised idol, and a chant of her name is picked up to quickly spread through the crowd. Nami continues, “Thank so much for coming out here and showing your love and support! However , you may have noticed that tonight’s show was a little different from the usual! Marie, your idol, you star, would like to formally apologize for any mistakes during tonight’s show with a super special encore! If my lovely assistant would be so kind as to aid me…” Turning back to Marie, Nami crouches between her spread knees and reaches forward to take hold of her sopping-wet bottoms. Gazing intently at her client’s face with a reassuring smile, Nami winks once at the wide-eyed Miqo’te before sliding the thong down her legs and past her feet. Marie yelps quietly, and the slight sound is picked up and broadcast over the stadium speakers for all to hear. Her entire body jerks in surprise as she attempts to cover her mouth with both hands, leaving her undone top without support. The stringy garment falls away, and Marie’s perky tits, rising and falling with her heavy breathing, are bared to the entire crowd. While their charge is distracted with feeble attempts to cover her now-nude form, Nami pulls her up to her feet which allows Rose easy access to her hips and holes. The vibrator slips out without protest; the plug is more of a challenge. Still, Marie was used to the large insertions that her managers chose to torment her with, and relaxed her muscles by instinct to allow the bulbous toy to be removed with a soft ‘pop’. The crowd watches this process intently and with bated breath, transfixed as the inscrutable Au Ra walk to the edge of the stage with Marie’s top, bottoms, and both toys in hand. “Here, catch! May the best fans get lucky tonight!” Nami and Rose toss the tiny pieces of Marie’s outfit and her used, slick toys into the front few rows with a flourish, and the mass of concertgoers surges in response to be able to claim one of their beloved idol’s recently-used and entirely drenched items. At last, four lucky members of the crowd raise their prizes aloft to a chorus of cheers… and are invited up to the stage with congratulations from Nami. The winners include a dark-skinned Roegadyn female, two Hyur males, and a short, lithe Miqo’te male. As Rose gets them into position around the stunned and still-naked Marie, Nami explains the details of the night’s encore to them and the stadium as a whole: “These lucky few will have the opportunity to join Rose and I, Marie’s esteemed and frightfully talented managers, in performing her final song for the night! This one is called “ Entered, Stage Right” . If our lovely volunteers will be so kind as to follow our lead… and those of you in the audience who would like to watch and listen, feel free to touch yourselves or go with whatever feels right! Just respect your neighbors, hehe~” Having delivered her spiel, the elegant Au Ra turns her back on the excited audience and reaches behind herself to undo the clasp of her frilly skirt, letting the garment fall to the stage to reveal a fierce erection peeking out past her panties. As she calls for the four volunteers from the crowd to undress, Rose takes the opportunity to unzip her tight pants and fish the bulge of her own eager cock from within. Marie’s breath quickens at the sight, as she is quickly surrounded by six large, throbbing cocks all straining to take their turn with her nubile young body on stage before an audience of thousands. Rose steps up beside her, pinching her mic to stifle the broadcast as she whispers in the idol’s ear, “Remember, we promised them a show they’d never forget. And we know how much you want this too, you modest little slut. Just enjoy yourself, and everyone will enjoy you.” With that said, Rose pushes Marie’s head down and forward, towards the bobbing cock of the strong Roegadyn female. Watching it approach, Marie’s lips part as if by instinct and the wet smacking sound of the thick meat entering her mouth and pushing against the back of the throat plays across the stadium, accompanied by her muffled moans, amplified a hundredfold. As the Roegadyn’s member penetrates the wet constricting warmth of Marie’s mouth and throat, the two Au Ra position one of the Hyur males behind her, placing all four of their hands on his shaft from base to swollen head and guiding him into the heat of her soaking wet pussy. Marie coughs and sputters as she attempts to gasp at the sudden girthy pleasure sliding inside of her, filling her up, but she can only settle for a moaning long and low around the cock in her mouth instead. The crowd is driven to higher heights of furor as they watch their idol spitroasted on the stage, her image blown up on the giant displays, and her moans broadcast for everyone to hear. Soon, large swaths of concertgoers are masturbating with abandon at the scene, and the rising susurrus of their breathing and own pleasure creates an orgiastic air in the stadium. Nami and Rose direct with flawless vision, bringing the male Miqo’te beneath Marie and slowly pulling the Hyur so deeply buried in her pussy back, continuing to stroke his slick cock as they reposition Marie to lower herself down onto the catboy’s bright, spiny erection as the tall Roegadyn woman drops to her knees to keep her aggressively-throbbing cock from leaving Marie’s lips. Satisfied, Rose and Nami lean down to lick at the idol’s exposed asshole, smearing slippery saliva across her gaping, winking ring to run down her sloppy cunt and the Miqo’te cock thrusting inside it. Having lubed her up, the two women guide the Hyur fan inside of Marie’s eager ass, pushing on his hips until he buried to the hilt inside of the moaning, squirming catgirl. They give him a slap on each cheek for good measure before moving to finish their orchestration of the show. Marie’s arms are taken by the wrists, and her tiny delicate hands are placed on the two Au Ra’s throbbing shafts to work their way up and down the entire length of their veiny, rod-stiff erections. Not wishing to leave the second Hyur cold and neglected on stage, Nami and Rose gesture for him to join the powerfully-built Roegadyn in sharing Marie’s mouth, putting everything in place at last. “We’re sorry for the delay, folks!”, Rose calls out over her microphone joyously. “The performance will now begin in earnest!” In front of an audience of her adoring fans, Marie is fucked relentlessly. Her holes, her tongue and lips and throat, and even her hands are dedicated to pleasing the thick, throbbing, thrusting shafts in a furious and messy gangbang. The perverse scene whips the crowd into a sexual frenzy, and as they continue to masturbate or pair off and fuck, Marie can feel their intense energy washing over her. Even pockets of gangbangs and orgiastic group sex begin to break out among the audience, and soon the entire arena is full with the sights and sounds of unrestrained inhibition and rolling waves of pleasure and orgasm. It would be impossible to measure the amount of semen spilled or the number of violent, squirting orgasms gushing across the bodies and floor of the gathered participants, and Marie quickly loses count of how many times she is brought to a screaming, shuddering orgasm in the center of her gangbang. Load after thick, heavy load is pumped and dumped inside her small belly, her exquisitely sore asshole, and her tight, well-trained throat. As Marie tilts her cum-stained face and gazes upwards past the slimy cocks vying to claim her mouth and up to the bright stadium lights, she feels as her very essence may become nothing more than a moment of pleasure, wanting to live forever in the center of such attention. When she awakens the next morning as a disheveled, sore mess reeking of sweat and dried cum, however, the reality of last night’s performance dawns on her with all the weight of gravity spell. “Oh no! What have I done?! How could I let them- I mean, it was all so- I can’t believe I lost control like-” As she attempts to reason with herself to justify her actions, and to formulate just exactly she plans to tell her managers that they have crossed the line, she spies a local paper on the table by her bed. Today’s issue. Did someone leave this here…? The headline: “Eorzea’s Favorite Idol Miss Marie Stuns And Amazes With Provocative And Interactive New Show: Merchandise Sales Skyrocket Overnight!” “Hmm… audiences like it? They liked watching… me? Watching me get-” The memories from last night, the relentless orgasms she endured, the thrill and embarrassment of being watched by so many… they all steadily return to her, making comfortable space inside her mind. “Hehe, maybe Nami and Rose aren’t so bad for me after all…”

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Chapter 0 - Best in Show

“C’mere, girl! Blixy, come here!” Scrabbling around the kitchen corner on all fours, Blixy leaps up into her master’s waiting arms. Her legs extend down to the floor to support her weight as she nestles her head of short blonde hair into his chest, cooing with contentment when he reaches over to scratch behind her fluffy canine ears. Blixy, of course, is a pet dog. Well, more specifically she is a pet wolf. No, that’s not entirely correct either… She is a pet wolfgirl, human in appearance apart from her perky grey-furred ears and bushy, wagging tail. Her mind, however, is that of a domesticated animal, loyal and affectionate and always eager to serve her master as both friend and… companion. Pets such as Blixy were not common, but were not unheard of either. Their willingness to play, protect, and share their bodies freely was highly-prized among animal collectors, and Blixy fetched a high price as a young pup on the cusp of womanhood. She could not speak, but barked with unbridled excitement as her master let her down and went to retrieve her leash, She wore no other clothing aside from an ornate collar of red leather and gold, and her breasts were free to sway without reckless abandon as she ran happy little circles around the room at the prospect of going out for a walk. She was not yet aware, but her master intended to take her to the Canine Owners’ Association’s annual dog show and fundraiser. This idea did not concern here; she was merely happy to be spending time with her owner and hopped cheerfully into the back seat of his car without a second thought. The fundraiser was to be held outdoors, and Blixy began to pant ecstatically, her pretty pink tongue hanging out of her mouth, as the wide-open park came into view. Already, dozens of prize pedigree dogs and their owners were mingling around the grounds, and after her master parked their car and opened the back door to affix her leash to her collar the eager wolfgirl hopped to the ground, practically pulling him behind her in her race to meet her fellow pets. Let loose among the show dogs, Blixy frolics and tumbles with happy little barks. As her excitement mounts, her energy and scent spread among the congregation, and soon the other animals are driven into a wild heat. Bright red members unsheath and the powerful muscles of the most select breeding group strain against their own masters' attempts to keep them off of their friend's precious wolfgirl. This is no way to run a show! These dogs can barely stay still, how will they perform or place in such a state? What will the judges think of their blatant, burning arousal? No, something must be done about this. Since the wolf here appears to be responsible for riling up the lot, would her master be willing to provide her service to calm them down again? A simple question, posed by the owner of a very large, and very well-endowed hound. Of course such a thing could be arranged... in return for a modest donation to the Canine Owners' Association fundraiser. Sly, they say! But still, Blixy's performance as a companion had a reputation all of its own among this community. It would be a shame to miss the opportunity to see her in action. Money changes hands. Blixy is called over, given a treat, and positioned by her master over a set of stiff cushions from a nearby lawn chair to offer optimal access for breeding. The cute little blonde was no stranger to being prepared for a mounting, and her small pink pussy already glistened with excitement and anticipation, the scent enough to drive any dog wild and even causing the pants of the assembled pet owners to swell visibly. The potent prize black and tan hound is let loose, trotting forth to sniff inquisitively at the wolfgirl's presented sex before lapping hungrily at her pussy with heavy, slobbering licks. Blixy moans, high and humanlike, wriggling her bum and wagging her tail In encouragement. The hound appears to take the hint, and throws his upper body and forepaws over her hips and torso as instinct guides the tip of his throbbing, bright red cock against Blixy's entrance. The hound extends his hind legs, and thrusts his thick canine member deep inside. Blixy yelps and moans, her tongue hanging out and lolling from side to side as she cannot help but pant with each thrust of the hound's meaty cock. The canine humps her with fast, powerful strokes, driving himself into her flushed body over and over again to appease his primal desire to release his seed inside of a healthy breeding bitch. With one last thrust, the hound hilts deep inside of Blixy, who releases a long moaning howl in response. The male dog's legs quiver as he cums inside of the wolfgirl, his pulsing member expanding at the base into a fat, rigid knot. Blixy cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as her bred bitch pussy is stretched to its limit, and the hound's master rushes forward to quickly separate the two before a lengthy tie is formed between the two. There appear to be more pets in line, and their owners as well. BlIxy was going to be busy. As the next pet owner approached Blixy's master to arrange for some “stress relief” for his shaggy retriever, he slipped some extra money into the master's hand... as the retriever's owner positioned his panting dog behind Blixy's abused cunt, with hound semen running down her inside thigh, he then undid the buckle to his own pants and produced his own raging erection. He wanted relief as well, it would seem, and had for Blixy's expert service. He placed the swollen head of his cock against Blixy's lips, and she began to lick and lap excitedly at it, enjoying the strong scent of his manhood and the ability to fulfill her desire to please and be useful. With a bright smile, the well-trained wolfgirl swallowed the offered cock to from tip to base, sucking greedily at it as the owner's hips begin to thrust against her mouth in response. Both pet and owner work in tandem, penetrating the slutty blonde wolfgirl from both ends in an obscene interspecies spitroast. The watching crowd, informed of the possibility of taking their own turns with the master's prize pet, begin to grip and grope themselves through their pants in anticipation of their own turn, whipped into as much of a frenzy as the canines beside them. Bucking and humping Blixy's mouth and pussy, the pair of cocks convulse in electric pleasure as they pass the point of no return and dump the contents of weighty balls into their dutiful service animal. Semen bursts in thick ropes from her already-full pussy, splattering to the ground with wet slapping sounds and running down her legs. She gives her best effort to swallow each rope of chewy cum deposited down her throat, but is unable to keep up: quickly, a mixture of white seed and slick saliva dribble out past the borders of her lips and down her chin and hanging chest. At last, the man pulls out and the beast is pulled away, and Blixy collapses to the floor in a panting, pleased, and well-used mess. As she recovers, the master is inundated with requests and handed enough money to cover the cost of this entire event and then some. Blixy was such a good girl, he told her, for helping out her master and his friends. He would help her to feel good too, and with so many playmates. She barked, hoarse and happy, as the crowd closed around her. The next few hours pass as an excruciatingly wonderful blur for dear Blixy, as she is used every which way by the attendees of the fundraiser and their canine companions. A man underneath her, fucking her sloppy cum-filled cunt while an enormous St. Bernard buries his bestial cock deep with her ass, the heavy bulbous knot in his shaft popping obscenely out of her gaping hole with each long thrust. They fuck her vigorously, animals in heat both, wearing her holes raw and wet before climaxing in unison, dumping their seed inside of the writing service animal with fierce grunting growls and forceful bucks. The St. Bernard is pulled away quickly, his aggressive knot pulling at her tender, tight ring before popping loose like a plug, sending a gush of pungent canine semen to drain down Blixy’s raised hips and pelvis, intermixing with the mess already running down her legs and staining the ground. Still, the waiting crowd and their canine companions are eager to take their turns. The next lot pays their fee, and Blixy is laid tenderly down on her back with soft pets to her head and sweet words of reward and encouragement. A well-groomed German Shepherd is brought to her to stand above her shoulders, and his forepaws are guided over her arms to straddle her chest and spread breasts. With gentle assistance, the pointed head of his bright red cock is brought to Blixy’s pursed, pink lips. The Shepherd’s natural instincts take over as soon as he feels the warm, wet sensation of the wolfgirl’s waiting mouth, and he is wholly unconcerned with the potential to create offspring as he pushes forward over her lips, her tongue, and into the tight slimy passage of her throat. As the herding dog began to fuck Blixy’s face with a frenzied pace, the other owners who had waited their turn began to perform a perverse sort of “belly rub” for the good wolfgirl, removing their strained erections from their pants and kneeling beside her to slide their dripping, throbbing cocks across the smooth pale skin of her stomach, breasts, fucking the space between her firm calf and squishy-soft thigh, rubbing up against her sensitive feet. Blixy moaned with pleasure around the canine cock that was fiercely fucking her mouth, begging in her own wordless way for more, more, more. More opportunities to please her master’s good friends, her fellow pets, and herself. Her prayers are quickly granted, as fat ropes of cum are unleashed in a stark-white web across her body as the men came in rapid succession, milking out every drop from their pent-up balls with her body. The German Shepherd follows quickly after, his swollen knot pressing against her lips in a feeble attempt to fit inside her mouth as his veiny member bounces and jerks with each pulse of his prime breeding seed to be swallowed dutifully by the queen bitch of the dog club. The orgy between man and beast continues well through the day, and at last, the final stud dog, a lean and muscular Pinscher, is left to tie within her overworked pussy, the fat knot forming a solid barrier to hold in the messy admixture of semen from men who have traveled the world to be at this show, and the breeds they brought with them. German Shepherds, Swiss St. Bernards, American Retrievers, British Hounds… Breeds and species filling her up and putting her in a cum-drunk, panting, exhausted bliss. Her master counts his money with pride in his eyes, walking over to the tied pair of breeding canines to express his congratulations and appreciation with a series of loving head pats and a long, lingering tickle behind his good and slutty girl’s ears. Blixy yips a happy yip, bright contentment beaming across her flushed and cum-stained features. “You know, Blixy, they did call out the event winners a few minutes ago before you were mounted by your friend here.” The wolfgirl tilts her head inquisitively, looking up towards her master with wide, loving eyes. “The judges convened and could only come to one conclusion after your impressive display.” The master puffs out his chest, putting on his best impression of an official tone: “Best in Show: Blixy!” The weary wolf began to bounce excitedly in an attempt to throw her arms around her master, tugging at the stalwart Pinscher still tied inside her. He gives a disgruntled snort, shuffling along behind her with resignation as she struggles to chase her owner down, who is doing his best to avoid her sloppy embrace which threatens to cover his fine clothes in spent, dripping semen. “Yes, haha! Good girl, Blixy good girl. We’ll need to get you washed and groomed before heading home, that’s for sure… and then I’ll see to it you are properly rewarded for your performance. Once you two are separated we’ll towel you off and go for a ride!” Blixy beamed, a feeling of warmth spreading inside and out. She’d been a good girl today! Best in show! The morning’s promise had paid off after all.

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Chapter 0 - A Cautionary Tale About Kobolds

Lin the lizard girl was out late. In fact, she out well past late, to a time most others in town would deem unsafe or even outright dangerous. But she didn’t care… or rather, she hadn’t even noticed. She had set out through the gates that noon, wearing light clothes that were good for movement and keeping her blue-and-white scales exposed to the warming light of the sun. Baggy pants made of light cloth, khaki-colored and secured loosely to her slim hips with a simple tie. A tank top, barely more than a thin sheet draped over her head to hang over her full and firm breasts. An herbalist’s pouch, fastened of soft leather, thrown over one shoulder. Light shoes, more like leather slippers than anything else, completed the outfit. Her destination lay deep in the woods, and the branches and brambles had all taken a turn to snatch and grab at her loose-fitting outfit, leaving small holes and tears like souvenirs of their passing. No matter, Lin thought. Traveling gear was made to get roughed up, and she chose cheap garments for the excursion in part for that very reason. Her goal was to gather medicinal herbs, a task to which she was well-practiced for. Identifying plants and herbs that would be useful for the sick or to traveling apothecaries and alchemists was one of the ways she earned her keep in town, and tonight’s expedition would yield a valuable haul. A rare plant was only in bloom for a short part of the season, and grew in the deepest reaches of the woods where the canopy cover practically blotted out the sun. It could cure many exotic ailments, and was of use as an ingredient in some of the more potent transformation potions which were so very popular these days. The catch? This herb was not easy to spot among the thick bedding of the forest floor… except at night, when it would shine with a bright light in response to the moon’s waxing and waning. As a result, Lin would have to wait until the dead of night to find her marks among the fallen leaves, broken branches, mossy rocks, and phallic mushrooms that coated the woods. Making her way towards the heart of the forest had not been too difficult an endeavor; Lin had been out and about among these trees many times during the day as part of her work, and the ground was not treacherous to someone as agile and experienced as her. Still, the falling sun did its best to cast deep, long shadows across her path, and more than a few times she found herself close to being turned around by those misleading dappled patterns. She had to be careful not to roll an ankle or trip over some hidden detritus, as well… Becoming injured and stranded in the woods was not a fate she wished for herself. There had been rumors in the tavern, as there always were, that travelers in these woods had been going missing with an increasing frequency as of late. Whether it was the result of wild animals, predacious bandits, or perhaps even some sort of monstrous tribe returned under the very noses of the town’s inexperienced adventurers was unknown. Lin was confident enough in her senses and agility to avoid anything so dangerous, as long as she kept her wits about her. She’d hate to become just another rumor discussed over watered-down ale. Lin the lizard girl was out late… and, she was lucky. As the sun finally gave up its hold on the horizon and to moon rose to take its seat across the starry sky, her sharp eyes picked out a spot of flickering, dancing light glowing softly between a pair of trees in the distance. Her herb, at last! The small plant pulses slowly with a diffuse luminescence, motes of light flickering in the air around it as the cool night breeze stirs up delicate spores to ride on the currents and eddies of the wind. There was not enough to bring home, but she could now seem more in the distance, twinkling between the trees in a mirror to the firmament above. And so, she began to gather. Following the trail of bioluminescent plants from clearing to clearing, Lin carefully plucked each one from the earth and placed it gently in her satchel next to the others, letting the bag’s flap hang loosely closed to prevent the glowing herbs from acting like a beacon to single her out among the still and silent trees. She gathered and gathered, so focused on her task and heedless of the time that when she finally tilted her head up to gaze up towards the moon, it was not where she expected to find it. The bright orbiting body had passed its zenith overhead and was making its own race for the horizon in pursuit of the sun. Past midnight, then, and into early morning. It was risky enough to be out late to begin with. She really should be getting back… It isn’t as easy to find the way out of a wood as it is to find your way in. Lin does her best to retrace her steps, keeping both lime-green eyes peeled for any familiar landmarks that may help her navigate. Without the distraction of her search to occupy her attention, she has become acutely aware of how chill the night is compared to the warmth of day. She shivers in her loose clothing, hugging her scaly self tight. Her nipples grow firm in response, poking out at tips of her large, squishy bosom and lifting the thin cloth of her top even further away from her body to further exacerbate the problem. Why hadn’t she thought to bring a jacket or something? She shakes her head in resigned frustration. Typical Lin, always excited to succeed at the task at hand, always overlooking the small details. Frustrated, chilly, and lost, the blue-and-white lizard girl is ready to sit down for a bit of strategic pouting when her wide eyes, already accustomed to picking out points of light in the dark, spot a faint glow in the distance. Her heart falls to despair; had she gone in a complete circle and returned to her gathering spot? But no, wait… it was not a blue-hued glow of moonlit herbs, but a warm, inviting orange that jumped and danced with the night’s slight breeze. A fire! That meant warmth, and perhaps travelers who could set her on the road back to town! Even now, however, she was not entirely without a care… Lin is careful to approach the source of light slowly and with caution, her light frame and natural agility working in tandem with her unrestrictive outfit to allow for a silent approach. As she draws nearer, more details begin to resolve themselves from the distant campsite. She hears the sounds of muffled chatter punctuated with a series of sharp barking noises, too indistinct still for her to determine the language being spoken. At least two voices are… conversing? The light from the fire is reflected on the rough surface of a small rock face, casting tall, warping shadows of at least a dozen figures. Could it be a bandit camp? Or perhaps a merchant caravan stopped for the night, looking for shelter under the cliff? Lin crept closer to investigate, almost slithering on her stomach as she slid up between two trees on the edge of the camp’s clearing. Poking her head through some soft bushes low to the ground, she can see a curious scene through the lattice of leaves. A gathering of short humanoid creatures surrounds the fire, all focused on a scene at one end of the camp. They appear to be around three feet in height, much shorter than Lin’s own five feet and three inches, and have scaly skin in a myriad of colors ranging from black to blue, green and brown, mustard yellow to pale white. Their faces are capped with short blunt snouts, reminiscent of a diminutive dragon… Kobolds! Of course! Their curious barking, yapping language confirms it. These are Kobolds, short dragonfolk known for their cunning and cruelty. Lin had heard many tales of their antics from seasoned adventurers at the tavern, but all of them seem to have left out one… substantial detail: to the last, this entire group of Kobolds were female, equipped with a generous rack, and packing a rather large and aggressive-looking member equipped with weighty, swinging testicles between their legs. They all wear rather revealing outfits comprised almost entirely of leather and chain straps, except for one among the crowd… At the far end of the camp, one Kobold stands taller than the rest, a bulky and built four-foot-tall alpha and the only one in the group with such brilliantly deep red scales. She alone wears actual clothes, loose and open robes of dirtied white cloth crudely chased in heavy gold thread. Purloined and cobbled together from one more unlucky traveler’s goods, Lin surmises. The alpha stands proudly before a pathetic-looking Kobold with a muddy grey coloration who has fallen to their knees before her, their soft cock lying limp in the dirt as they grovel and beg in their sharp, foreign tongue. A disagreement, perhaps? Or tribal chastisement, by the looks of it. None of the other women appear keen to protect their comrade as the bright red alpha roars harsh syllables down on her head, shaking from side to side as she performs a series of grand gestures for the assembled crowd. The movement causes her robes to shift, and the ruined cloth briefly reveals the obscene outline of a powerful erection. If Lin’s eyes hadn’t deceived her in the flickering firelight, it must have been as large as that of a horse, thrusting fiercely upwards within the volume of the alpha’s robes to a length such that she could likely get her own self off with her breasts and even mouth with minimal effort. Not that the crimson-scaled leader would need to go to such lengths to please herself. As Lin watched, her eyes transfixed on the tense scene and her curious mind and furious libido racing, the alpha Kobold punctuated her tirade with a heavy stomp on the ground, the movement sending her ridiculous erection swaying from side-to-side. The subject before her looked shocked at whatever was said, their body twitching as if to protest, but after some silent seconds they whimpered out a single word in a defeated tone, and let their head hang dejectedly. Triumphant in whatever tribal politics had been taking place, the alpha puffs out her impressive chest even further as she reaches down to pull her robes up and over her head, revealing first her thick scaly thighs, followed by her loose, swinging scrotum, each testicle within large enough to put a ripe orange to shame. As the hem raised even higher, Lin’s breath caught in her throat. The true size of that cock, almost equine in length, with its potent girth and fat, pulsing veins chasing the smooth surface, rivaled anything she had had experience with in her past, and looked disproportionate, almost ridiculous, on such a short humanoid. The Kobold’s breasts are revealed along with her firm, engorged nipples, before the tip of her cock is exposed. When her erection is at last freed from that patchwork garment, it falls with a loud, heavy slap onto the face of the grey Kobold kneeling before it, dwarfing their features and making their own impressively large member seem pathetic by comparison. With a toothy, cruel grin, the alpha barks a command at her subservient subordinate, who reaches up to grasp the obscene cock around the shaft, her hands too small to meet fingertip to thumb around the circumference. The grey Kobold tilts her head up reluctantly, brushing the end of her dragonesque muzzle across the broad underside of that alpha dick. Her tongue flicks out, long and pointed, to slither across the sensitive skin in a series of long, slow licks. Lin watches, transfixed, as her head bobs up and down in a deliberate rhythm as she works to cover every surface her mouth can reach from her position in slick, slimy saliva. Working her way down to the thick base, she laps at the heavy sack hanging below, placing soft kisses on each weighty orb before wrapping as much of her lips and mouth around them as she can manage, the soft groaning moans and movement in her throat and cheeks indicating that her tongue is busy at work tracing soft circles around the alpha’s eager, aching testicles. The red Kobold does her best to maintain a reserved, dominant air, but her aloof facade begins to crack under the ministrations of her underling. She leans slightly back, letting an appreciative sigh escape as her long black hair, studded with small braids, stolen jewelry, and primitive tribal baubles, falls over her shoulders. The rest of the dragon girls in attendance watch enraptured, their own cocks standing aroused and erect at the punitive scene laid out before them. Tentatively, unwilling to draw attention to themselves but unable to resist the growing need to serve their lower anatomy’s demand for relief, a few members with the ranks of the fireside gathering begin to stroke their impatient cocks, sliding their hands from base to tip and rubbing with focused pressure on the sensitive underside of the swollen, pink-helmeted heads of the respective erections. A sharp-edged, erotic energy permeates the taut night air, as a gentle chorus of quiet, raspy moans and the soft shuffling sound of flesh sliding over flesh rises over the campfire’s crackling pops. Sensing the shift in her audience, the alpha swings her face forward again, leaning over the grey whelp still servicing her cock. A phrase is uttered in her draconic tongue, a command given in firm tones. The poor grey-scaled Kobold at her feet, who had performed her utmost please her master with tongue and lips and hands, now shuffled backward in the trampled dirt to perform her promised duty. She closes her eyes, opens her mouth as wide her delicate jaw will allow, and extends her long, slender tongue as fully as possible, letting it drape over her lower lip and chin. It was an offering to the crimson-hued matriarch: an offer of her throat, and ultimately, her obedience. The taller Kobold does not hesitate to partake of this presented tribute, and uses her black-clawed hands to navigate the tip of her awkward member to the offered set of lips. She presses forward with her hips, forcing the grey Kobold’s lips and cheeks to stretch to an absurd degree to fit the massive head of that mighty erection. The taker’s expression would look silly in any other situation, but to Lin it was absolutely enthralling to see her desperate attempt to accommodate that monstrous Kobold cock. The alpha merely laughs, a strange and grating noise not unlike the cries of wild dogs, before placing her deep red hands on her new toy’s head and forcing her face down her shaft in a sudden, violent motion. Lin cannot help but gasp at the fierce and unexpected penetration of the Kobold’s throat, and quickly covers her mouth with both hands to stifle any further noise. She can feel a deep heat spreading between her legs as she grows wet and aroused at the sight of one of these strange lizardkin so thoroughly owning and using another in such a manner. With some trepidation, she slowly lowers one hand from her open mouth and lets it slowly travel down her stomach towards the waistband of her loose, baggy pants… It is all the grey-scaled Kobold can do in her position but to sputter and gag around her strained lips, thick phlegm drooling out around the base of the alpha’s cock speared within her mouth and down her throat. Her body squirms, tail drumming a desperate tattoo against the ground as she struggles for oxygen. Her nostrils flare and her eyes go wide and desperate, the alpha’s ebony-clawed grasp seemingly unrelenting. It is only when her eyes threaten to roll back into her head that the red-scaled matriarch deigns to show a measure of mercy. She releases her iron grip on the poor bottom bitch’s head, allowing her cock to be pushed out inch-by-inch her toy’s tiny frame heaves to push out the invading object and accept air into their body again. The dominated female is only given a mere glimpse at reprieve however, sucking in a short series of rapid breaths before her mouth is once again filled to capacity with thick, throbbing girlcock. At last, the alpha Kobold sees fit to begin thrusting in and out, and she launches into fucking her servile tribemate’s face and throat and earnest. Lin watches as each thrust causes the receiving Kobold’s neck to distend, bulging obscenely as the massive cock plunges into the depths of her tight, warm esophagus. Lin’s fingers unconsciously match the rhythm, slipping between her foldings and plundering the squishy, muscular tightness of her sopping-wet pussy and her palm grinds against her pubic bone, pressing down on the hypersensitive nub of her clit from above. Lin watches the deepthroat, masturbating in desperate silence, until at last the red alpha howls at the night sky and slams her partner’s face against her hips over and over again as her massive balls pull close to her body and her fat cock pulses and throbs, a veritable hose of Kobold cum pumping directly into the grey-scaled bitch’s stomach. Her belly begins to visibly swell, before the amount exceeds her limit and forces its way back out past her taught limps and flared nostrils to spill over the still-cumming cock and splatter onto the ground. Twice in one night, Lin has lost track of time… she wants to stay and watch the entire aftermath, to allow herself to cum as the grey Kobold is forced to clean her master’s cock before slinking back into the pack, but she had better make herself scarce before her luck is pushed any further… “Going sssomewhere, misss?” As she makes to retreat back through the bushes, a sudden voice behind her asks a simple question in a strange, rasping accent. Lin barely has time to yelp in surprise before a weighted net is thrown over her, and she barely has time to turn over as see two Kobolds emerge from the trees not even five feet away, toothy grins plastered across their lizard faces. And lastly, she barely has time to stammer “N-non, you have the wrong idea! I was lost and-” before she is stunned by a sharp blow to her head from behind… The dizzied lizard girl is dragged out of the tree cover and into the small clearing of the Kobold camp. Her captors converse with their alpha in clipped sentences, clearly debating some aspect of her capture. As the stars slowly clear from Lin’s swirling vision, the first shape she can make out if a long, fat cylinder swinging from side to side… even as she looks towards the ground, she can still see the red-scaled alpha’s cock hanging low. An order is barked, and Lin’s head is grabbed from behind and yanked backward by the ponytail to tilt her face upward towards the tribe’s leader, in a position not so different from the grey whelp she was watching just a moment ago… she swallows in fear, hoping that these creatures cannot detect her obvious stress across her unfamiliar features. “Ssspeak. Why were you ssspying on my camp?” The tribal alpha addresses Lin directly, her accent rough as she rasps and bends each syllable to fit her draconic muzzle. Lin’s accent is much more refined, although still foreign to the average speaker. Flowery, lilting, almost romantic even in anger or despair. She hopes it does not offend… “I’m sorry! I did not mean to-, I mean, I just wandering close to home and got a little lost, you see, and was trying to find my way back to the road when I saw your campfire and thought, uhm-” “Sssilence! Excusesss! Uselesss! My ssscouts tell me you were carrying ssstrange plants which glow, and were pleasssuring yourssself to our little sssquabble. These actionsss are suspiciousss! Outsidersss are ssstrictly forbidden from our affairsss!” “N-non, I did not know! Honest! Those plants, they are for medicine! They are very valuable where I am from! I-if you want them, you can have them, just please let me go!” A higher-pitched voice chimes in behind Lin, the tone playful yet cruel. “I sssay we take it anyway, and then take her! You have shown usss all your dominance once again, mistresss, and we ssserve you… but may we not take our chance to dominate those below usss?” A chorus of thickly-accented voices chime in in response: “Yess, let usss have her!” “Ssshe belongsss to usss now!” “Let usss, let usss!” “Please, mistress! Oh, please!” The tall alpha, despite being over a foot shorter than Lin standing, looms tall over the blue-and-white lizard girl, pondering the situation. She is not one to give anything away too easily, but is well-versed enough in tribal politics to know when some concessions must be given to keep the populous on her side. “Very well! For tonight, let thisss trespassser be below each and every one of you, to deal with in our way. Her mouth isss yoursss, but leave her other holesss untouched. Our businesss partnersss ssseldom like their slavesss to be worn out before the purchase…” The crimson matriarch fixes her gaze directly upon Lin, staring deep into her eyes. The corners of her mouth curl up, and her sharp, dagger-like teeth are exposed in a predatory grin. “Yesss, ssslave. Tonight, you belong to the Koboldsss… tomorrow, to the highest bidder. Ssstring her up!” The camp erupts in a flurry of activity as the small tribe begins working to raise a long wooden pole in the dirt beside the fire, fetching ropes or otherwise milling around, already working to wake their cocks back up with slow, deliberate strokes starting from the base, pushing the blood forward and causing their erections to rise and fat veins to bulge across the surface of their impressive members. “Non! Non! You can’t do this, I can’t-!” Lin scrabbles in the dirt desperately, her expression having given way to wide-eyed fear. Slavery?! Who sort of man or beast would buy her? And that is if she can even survive this night… Her throat tightens in panic, and some small part of her mind flickers with the grim thought that they’d probably enjoy her mouth even more for it. The Kobolds drag her by her wrists and shoulders over to the newly-erected pole, and slam the back of her still-tender head against it, sending a fresh burst of stars across her vision. Her hands are pulled roughly behind her and tied more roughly still with coarse rope bindings. A loop of thick leather is wrapped around her neck and the pole itself, loose enough to allow her to breathe and bob slightly, but otherwise keep her head upright and in position. “Ack! Please, it’s too tight, you’re hurting m- mmmph!~ ” The desperate prisoner’s pleas are cut short as the first Kobold in line steps forward without preamble, shoving her full girth into Lin’s open mouth and letting out a sigh of pleasure as her cock meets the back of the girl’s mouth and presses into the tight, muscular resistance of her throat. Lin’s slender neck bulges as the Kobold impales her face with their unyielding womanhood, driving themselves into her mouth until their round, weighty balls press firmly against the delicate angle of her chin. Lin’s hands contort into tight little fists and then flare out repeatedly as her thin wrists strain futility against the rough rope binding her arms behind her. Her eyes grow wide and desperate, darting every which way as they attempt to find any sign of mercy among the eager, hungry crowd. The campfire casts sinister shadows across the scene as a dozen or more Kobold cocks jockey for a chance to be next in line. She squeals, her words blocked in her throat by the fat girth throbbing within her occupied throat, but the message is clear: “Please, you’re hurting me. I can’t breath.” The Kobolds do not care. Heavy, stinking cocks smear thick gobs of salty, musky precum across her cheeks and hair, prodding at her face and neck and shoulders. Someone slides in from her behind, squeezing a meaty shaft into the crook of her armpit and thrusting roughly against the thin scales covering her ribcage. Her breasts are groped and fondled by greedy hands, blunt claws digging into her flesh and leaving bright, throbbing welts across her chest and stomach. At last, the Kobold buried in her mouth decides to move, and not a moment too soon; Lin was close to her limit already and her tenure as the tribe’s bottom blowbang bitch had barely begun. The short, stocky creature draws her hips back, unsheathing her cock from Lin’s esophagus as she sputters and gags, saliva and mucus running down her lips and chin in long sticky strands. With one quick thrust followed by another, and another, the captured lizard girl’s face is fucked with the full length of her tormentor’s member, her entire being reduced to a warm wet hole with the only purpose of pleasing fat Kobold cock. The creature grunts, then groans, firing off two quick ropes of chewy semen into down her throat and into her mouth as they pull out, finishing their orgasm across her face and hair. The heavy load plasters her, draping across her distressed features like a coat of paint as she gasps and sucks in air with an exaggerated heaving motion. “Blegh!” Lin retches out what cum remains in her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes from the exertion of holding her breath and the burning soreness in her jaw and neck. “It’s too much, you’re going to kill me!” The Kobolds laugh, as another steps up to claim their dominion over her. “A ssslave that cannot ssserve cannot sssurvive. Ssstop talking, and ssstart sssucking, ssslut.” As Lin opens her mouth to respond, she instead finds another cock ready and waiting to push her words back down her throat with its swollen head. This Kobold is much more vigorous than the first, grabbing hold of the pole against Lin’s back and slamming their hips repeatedly into her head. The Kobold’s heavy balls, full to bursting, slap against her chin with the rhythm, knocking loose the slippery mess of cum and saliva from her face with each impact. Lin can feel her lips beginning to bruise and they are stretched to their limit and mashed against the Kobold’s pelvis with each thrust, When they finally cum, they drive they cock as deep into the mouth as they can and let their throbbing cock drain directly down her throat and into her stomach. Lin’s belly begins to feel full already from the force-fed meal of Kobold seed, and she wonders with honest worry how she can contain the release of another Kobold’s balls inside her, let alone the entire rest of the tribe… The assembled Kobolds take the rest of the night to explore that very question, raping Lin’s mouth in succession until every last one has had a turn at the captive lizard girl. Multiple times now has she had to throw up the enormous volume of semen deposited into her stomach, and when the final Kobold steps away, she is a filthy, stinking, unconscious mess. The alpha Kobold, who had up to this point merely watched the proceedings with some measure of pride in her tribe’s virility and lack of mercy, steps forward at last, her massive girlcock painfully erect and twitching with anticipation as she takes the final turn… but not with the unconscious captive’s mouth. As leader she had the right to whichever hole she wanted, and she would not share an orifice with her lesser kin. She barks the order to have Lin cut down, and the spent herbalist slumps forward into the slimy mud of spilled cum and saliva coating the ground. Tearing the loose pants off of her comatose body and into shreds, the red-scaled matriarch instead places her dripping cock against the tight pucker of her target’s asshole. Two of her subordinates hold Lin down to keep her unconscious body from sliding away, and the head Kobold slowly pushes herself into that exquisite, unresisting hole. Lin’s limp body shudders and jerks like a doll as the Kobold queen fucks her ass, headless of lubrication or limits as she fills her body completely with her enormous womanhood. Semen spills from Lin’s mouth with every thrust, pushed up and out of her body as her insides warp and wrap around the invading cock. Taking Lin’s ass completely, the red-scaled alpha uses her delicate, worn-out body for her pleasure, delighting in how her tight hole reflexively grips and pushes against her shaft, pulling away from her body obscenely with each stroke and grinning wide as her new toy groans and gasps weakly as the anal assault, reacting entirely by instinct from whatever faraway place her consciousness has drifted to… The sun is up when Lin awakens, and her first thoughts are of the overpowering scent of semen still covering her body, the burning pain in her raped and gaped rear, and… the sensation of rocking movement beneath her. She sobs, eyes shut tight, and curls into a fetal ball. “Oh, you’re awake? Good, we were worried we had lossst you for a while there. Few can take the bosss unscathed, heh heh~” Lin slowly opens her eyes as the raspy voice addresses her. She sees trees moving across her blurry vision… or rather, she soon realizes, she is the one in motion. She finds herself in a makeshift wooden cage, being dragged through the woods on rickety wheels. The grey-scaled Kobold from the night before has jumped up on its side, and is now peering at her through the bars. “Y-you! Non, why are you- Where am I?! Where are you taking me?!” With rising panic, she bolts upright and begins to yell into the trees, heedless of the crowd of Kobolds surrounding the small caravan. “omeone help! I’ve been kidnapped! Please, anyone!” The grey whelp frowns and reaches into the cage to grasp a rope in one claw, the other end of which is tied tightly around Lin’s well-used and welted neck. “Quite, ssslave. Sssomeone will come and take you sssoon. Until then, you ssstill belong to usss!” The Kobold punctuates their statement by pulling on the makeshift leash, drawing Lin’s face to the bars and holding it there as they fit their cock between her bruised lips in a cruel repeat of last night’s debauchery. It’s going to be a long and bumpy ride...

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Chapter 5 - Chapter 5

Clear water swirled around in a circle before disappearing down a hole at its center. After a few seconds more water emerged from the pipe until it had filled a third of the toilet bowl. Korra gazed at it for a few seconds, enraptured by the sight, before hitting the lever to make it flush again. Once the water had disappeared and been replaced once again she lowered the lid and turned towards the glass door on her right. She flicked a switch on the wall and a ventilation fan mounted in the ceiling began whirring as its blades spun. Korra grabbed the top of her tunic and pulled it off along with her sleeves. A moment later and she had slipped out of her pants and underwear as well. Lastly she slid the tubes off of her ponytails, letting her hair down before she stepped into the shower. She twisted the levers mounted on the wall and water sprayed out of the faucet hanging above them. Korra stepped backwards and sat down on a teakwood bench mounted opposite of the faucet as the door began to fog up. She closed her eyes and let out a languorous sigh as droplets beaded on her skin while the remainder of the water washed over her body. After a couple of minutes Korra leaned forward so that the spray was hitting the top of her head. Once her hair had soaked through she raised her hands into the streams and splashed water onto her face before reluctantly turning the shower off. Korra waved a hand at herself and all the bits of water clinging to her body floated away and fell to the shower floor. After she had gotten dressed Korra headed out of her room and forward through the ship towards the kitchen. When she got there Bolin and Mako were already present. Mako slightly waved his hand at her while Bolin did his best to muster up a grin. "Morning, Korra. Excited to see Republic City?" Korra came to an abrupt halt as she looked at Bolin in surprise."What? We're getting to Republic City today?" "We are, yes." Korra turned to see Asami standing in the kitchen doorway, a steaming mug in her hands. "So soon? The way you were talking made it seem like Republic City was a long way from the South Pole, but we're getting there in two days?" Asami shrugged as she took a drink and leaned against the door. "You're not wrong. It is a long way and the trip would take longer on any other vessel, but this ship is... unique. The engine is a new design of mine and this trip was its test run. Long story short this ship is faster than every other boat out there plus we've been going night and day since we left, aside from the attack yesterday." "Your design? Are you a scientist?" Korra's head tilted to the side as she gazed at Asami as if she was some kind of rare creature. Asami chuckled and shook her head a little. "Not quite. I'm an engineer. I prefer practical application to theory. Anyways, we only have a couple of hours until we're back so I'd suggest you pack your things and get ready. Lee's already radioed ahead to let them know we're coming so there'll be a reporter waiting." Bolin and Mako both let out a groan, but it was Bolin who spoke up. "Does that mean I have to break out the suit and tie?" As he groused Bolin grimaced and scratched at the back of his neck. "I hate that thing, the collar is so itchy." "No... I don't think that will be necessary." Asami drummed her fingers against her mug as she first eyed Korra's clothing, the only set she had brought, then Mako and Bolin. "We're getting back from a grand adventure so it'll play better if we go for a hero shot. The canvas gear should work. Jacket, gloves and pants, but no caps. Drop by my room once you finish eating, Korra." Half an hour later Korra rapped her knuckles against the door to Asami's room and the other woman's voice came through right away. "I'm decent, come in." Korra pushed the door open and took a step inside before pausing as she looked around. The room was at least twice the size hers had been. A thick white carpet lay on the floor and the walls were covered in lustrous dark red wood. A white couch with black throw pillows was tucked into one corner. Next to the couch was a canopy bed with a set of drawers beneath an oversized mattress and the frame's thick beams were made of the same red wood as the walls. The mattress itself was dressed in black sheets and had several white pillows neatly stacked by the headboard. Korra frowned at the heavy looking beams before moving towards the rooms other occupant. Asami was seated in front of a dresser on the other side of the room. She held a small brush in her hand and was looking at her reflection in the mirror as she dabbed her cheek. “Why are you putting on warpaint?” Asami's hand froze in position and her eyes made contact with Korra's in the mirror. After a few seconds she started to giggle. “Warpaint? No, Korra. It's makeup. I'm not trying to scare people, I'm trying to make myself look pretty.” Korra's brows raised upwards and she turned her head to look at Asami herself instead of the woman's reflection. “Why? You already are.” “Maybe so, but I'm something of a public figure in Republic City so I always have to look my best when I'm out and about town.” Asami shrugged then started brushing the bristles against her face again. “Speaking of which I wanted to check in and make sure that you're prepared make sure that you're prepared for the spotlight.” “The spotlight? I don't know what that means.” “It means you're going to become a public figure like me. People will recognize you wherever you go, the things you say and do- Korra's face darkened and she scowled at Asami. “Oh I get it. You think I'm going to make you look bad somehow because I'm your fiancee. Sorry I'm not as fancy as you are with your big boat or your fancy food or all this makeup that you're putting on.” She turned to walk out the door, but Asami stood up and grabbed Korra by the wrist, spinning her back around. “Korra, stop! That's not what I meant. I'm not worried that you're going to embarrass me, I'm worried that you're going to get yourself in legal trouble. Bolin and Mako have agreed to forget about what you did to them, but people in Republic City won't be so forgiving. Especially the police. Lin Beifong won't care that you're engaged to me or that you have a seat on the council. If you get into a fight then she'll have you arrested and she will press charges.” “Okay, okay. I get it. I'll keep my head down.” Korra grudgingly promised. “Anything else you wanted to talk about?” Asami let go of Korra's wrist and sat back down in front of the mirror before picking up the brush once again. “As a matter of fact there is one more thing, yes. Well, it's the same subject, but from a different angle. I think you'd agree that our relationship has gotten off to a rocky start. It's not surprising when you think about it. You and I are almost complete strangers who come from two very different worlds so it's only natural that there'd be a few bumps along the way. That said, I know we have one thing in common. We both agreed to this marriage because we knew our people would benefit from it. However, if we want this alliance to last then we have to make sure our marriage does. An important part of that is managing how other people view our relationship.” “So you're saying that we need to make it seem like the two of us get along whenever we're out in public.” “Precisely. People believing our relationship is genuine will help keep the buzzards away.” Asami said as she dipped her brush back into the jar of powder located in front of her. “Will that be a problem for you, Korra?” “No, I can handle that.” Korra stated as she moved towards the door. She lingered at the exit and threw a backwards glance at Asami. “Can you let me know when we're getting close to Republic City?” “Of course.” A knock came from Korra's door an hour and a half later. Korra hopped off the bed onto her feet and went for the door. Asami was standing in the hallway, dressed shoulders to ankles in a canvas jacket and pair of pants. “Ready to see Republic City, Korra?” “Let's go.” Korra said as she started to slide past Asami, not bothering to wait for her to move out of the way. Asami raised her hand and put it on the doorframe, blocking Korra from getting out. “Not yet. Close your eyes and I'll guide you upstairs.” “Close my eyes? Why?” Korra asked, the unusual request putting her on the defensive. “You only get one chance to see Republic City for the first time. If you let me then I can make sure you're in the right position to get the best view when the time comes.” Korra stood there a moment before shrugging and closing her eyes. “Why not? Lead the way, Asami.” As Asami led her down the hall and out the door Korra focused on her other senses. The air felt crisp against her arms and the wind ruffled her hair as it blew past. They walked for a bit then Asami's fingers tightened on her wrist. “Stairs to your left.” After she got to the top Asami turned her to the right and walked her forwards again. A few minutes passed before Asami tapped Korra's shoulder. “Okay... open your eyes.” Korra's eyes shot open and grew wider as she took a step forward and rested her hands on the railing. A pair of mountains with peaks capped in snow and sides covered in green loomed ahead. In front of them stood a gleaming city that stretched from the base of one mountain all the way to the base of the other. At the edges the buildings could scarcely be made out above the horizon, but in the center towers of metal and glass glinting in the sunlight rose higher and higher as if they dreamed of overtaking the mountains. “It's... incredible. I've never seen anything like it. This is where you live, Asami?” Korra exclaimed as she looked at the woman standing beside her. “No. It's where we live, Korra.” Asami gently corrected her, hoping to avoid spoiling the moment. Korra looked away back towards the city as the yacht slowed to a near crawl. Ahead lay a flotilla of other watercraft all throughout the harbor. Boats with fishing lines cast over the side and yachts with white wings driven along by the wind. A deafening discordant blast filled the air and Korra almost jumped out of her skin as she spun around. A crimson vessel large enough to carry Asami's yacht with ample room to spare was there. Long metal containers covered its flat deck and numerous smaller boats flanked it on both sides, lines lashing them to the mammoth craft as they dragged it through the harbor towards the ocean. “What is that thing for?” Korra asked as she watch the colossal vessel's laborious progress. “It's a cargo ship for carrying goods though I don't know what it's hauling or where it's going.” Asami said after twisting to see what Korra was looking at. She twisted back to look towards the shoreline and raised her hand to point. “Our dock is over there.” Several wooden docks with thick foam bumpers lining their edges jutted out into the harbor. Most of them had boats of various sizes moored besides them, but the longest of them was empty at present. The yacht slowed even more and it eased its way up alongside the dock in question. Bolin gathered up a line near the front of the ship and he threw it over the edge to a woman waiting down below. At the same time a pair of men wheeled up a set of wooden stairs towards the side of the ship. Asami started walking in that direction and she waved her hand at Korra, beckoning her to follow. When Asami got to the stairs she flipped a latch and pulled a section of the railing inwards. “After you, Korra.” A skinny man wearing a black hat with a short brim and a gray sleeveless vest over a white shirt was waiting for them at the end of the dock. A black and silver rectangular object with a round glass attachment hung from a strap looped around his neck. As Korra approached he stepped in front of them. “Morning gents, Miss Sato... and just who is this lovely lady here? Name's Chazok, reporter for the Republic City Times.” His words came so fast Korra could barely make out what he was saying. “I'm Korra.” She said while taking his proffered hand and he shook it once before letting go. “Great to meet you, Korra. Welcome to Republic City.” His gaze shifted towards Asami. “So what'll it be? Any chance of an interview?” “Just a photo for now.” “You're killing me, Miss Sato. Biggest story of the month and all I get is a photo?” “You'll get an interview later, Chazok, but not until Korra's had some time to get settled in.” Asami pointed to a spot on her right. “Mako over here, Bolin you're on the other side. Gerra, Lee, you can pick a side.” As the brothers and her crew members moved into position she took Korra's hand with her left hand. “Alright, smile for the camera.” Korra looked to her left then her right before looking at the reporter as Chazok grabbed the object resting on his chest and raised it in front of his face. “What are we doing? What's a camera?” The glass circle atop Chazok's camera flashed as a burst of light filled the air. Korra grimaced and she pulled her hand away from Asami as she rubbed at her eyes. “What was that!? “Did you get the shot, Chazok?” Asami asked after a quick glance at Korra. The reporter shook his head. “Okay, let's try that again. Look at the camera in his hands, but try not to look directly at the bulb and it won't be so bad.” Korra gave Asami a dubious look before taking her hand and holding it. She focused on her gaze on Chazok's camera and she didn't stir during subsequent flashes. She let go of Asami's hand before leaning in towards her. “Are you going to explain what's happening?” Korra asked irritably. Asami gave Korra a small smile. “I could, but that would ruin the surprise. How about I show you our home?” “All right, there were some good shots in there. I appreciate the heads up, Miss Sato. Best of luck to you and Korra.” As he headed down the pier Chazok rubbed his hands together as he whistled to himself. Korra watched the reporter for several seconds before looking at Asami. “Sure. Let's go... home.” “Hang on a second.” Asami turned towards Lee and Gerra. “Do you need any help with the ship before we go, Lee?” Lee shook his head. “No, ma'am. Couple of problems popped up, but nothing we can't fix ourselves. If you'll excuse us.” As Gerra and Lee headed back towards the Lee Asami turned her attention to the brothers. “Some of my staff will be coming by to pick up my things and clean the ship. Do you want them to get your stuff for you as well?” “No, we got it.” Mako stated. “I'd rather not have a stranger going through my underwear even if they work for you, Asami. We'll catch you later.” “I guess it's just the two of us, Korra. Come on.” Asami started moving down the dock at a brisk pace without waiting for a response. By the time Korra caught up Asami was walking across a smooth stone surface towards a rectangular black metal machine held up by rubber wheels. A glass window ran across the top and behind the window was a pair of red leather seats. As Korra watched Asami walked around the machine, opened a door and sat down behind a wheel in front of one of the seats. She grabbed the handle on her side and pulled on it before sitting down herself. “What is this thing? Some kind of traveling machine?” “It's a car, Korra. Put on your seatbelt, please.” Korra looked around before finding a slender strip of dark gray material on her right. “How do I put this on?” “There's a buckle on your left. Plug it into that.” Asami waited until Korra had fastened her belt before she sprang into action. She twisted her wrist near the wheel, grabbed a stick to her right and pulled on it before pushing with her foot. Without warning and barely any sound the car rolled forward. Korra grabbed onto the door with one hand and her other fell onto Asami's thigh. Asami quirked an eyebrow as she cleared her throat. “Do you mind? I'm driving.” Korra yanked her hand away, as if scalded, when she realized where it had ended up. “Sorry.” She mumbled. The car joined more of its kind on the road as their trip got underway. She had described their destination as home earlier, but Korra's home lay far to the south. The place they were going to was Asami's, but Korra needed a place to stay while she was in Republic City. Asami was her fiancee though so technically everything that belonged to Asami would belong to Korra once they married well. With that in mind, maybe calling it her home away from home was the best way to label it. No matter what she called it, their destination was as much of a mystery to her as the rest of this city.

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Chapter 0 - Practice Makes Perfect

Marie swallowed the nervous lump in her throat, looking up from the contract in her delicately-shaking hands to Nami and Rose, her two Au Ra managers. The tan Miqo’te, a Seeker of the Sun, tried to draw her mouth into a mirror of the enthusiastic grins they wore, before her lips quivered and fell into a pout. “Did you two really have to book a show on such short notice?! I mean, I’m grateful and all but I don’t know if I’m ready… I haven’t even come up with a new routine since the last concert we sold out in Kugane!” As tears began to well in the corners of her eyes and her little hands balled into precious fists at her sides, her managers stepped forward to either side of her. They were well-versed in… “handling” talent, and were no stranger to Marie’s sensitive side. “Now now, dear… You just leave things to Nami and I and we’ll have you ready to put on such a show that every corner of Eorzea will hear about how spectacular it was.” Marie sniffed, her delicate cattish nose twitching in an adorable fashion. “R-really? Geez, you guys really are the greatest… Okay! Let’s do it! An idol never disappoints her fans!” The two dragonlike ladies turned to exchange a hidden glance over the shorter girl’s dark hair, streaked with red. The wide, supportive smiles from earlier were replaced with mischievous grins, and an all-too-familiar gleam shone in their eyes. “Go and get some rest, dear Marie. Your vocal training begins tomorrow at sun’s rise. Make sure you bring that patented idol A-game!” Marie the Miqo’te idol shut her eyes and bounced her head in approval. “Yes ma’ams! I won’t let you down!” Marie rose the next morning with the chocobo’s crow, leaping from her indulgently luxurious bed filled with drive and determination. With a catlike stretch and a long yawn, she faces her first challenge of the day: what to wear. Throwing open the doors to her closet, she scanned the assorted fashions with a discerning eye. It was an idol’s burden to look good, after all, and amassing a collection of fabulous outfits was one part of that labor. Since she’d be training this week, she chose something with a good balance between cuteness and elegance that would be easy enough to move around in. A white miniskirt chased in red designs over her shapely hips, high enough to reveal the entire curve of her firm butt and the thin white panties tight against her body. A bandeau top, flared arm sleeves, and high-legged boots in a similar color scheme round out the rest of the outfit, with a dainty top hat perched on her head for good measure. Time for work. A quick ride over to the studio by curtained chocobo carriage and a brisk walk down familiar corridors lead Marie to the large double doors of the practice hall. The large room is nearly empty and dark, aside from bright magitek spotlights bearing down on the polished wooden stage at one end. A single chair was set up within the spotlight beams, and her two managers were already assembled and waiting to greet her. “Marie! So glad you could make it. Rose and I were worried you might be late to your first day of practice! In fact, it seems I owe her some money…” Nami laughed into the back of her hand, careful not to brush up against the sharp point of her horn as she did so. “Ohoho, yes indeed. I hope you are ready for your warmups, Marie? Come up here and take a seat so the nice Lalafell in the sound booth can get a good reading on the levels. You know how sensitive that magitek can be.” Marie hurried towards the stage as fast as her heels would allow her, which given her experience with showy footwear was quite an impressive pace. She skipped up the steps at the end and made her way across the open space, coming to a halt before her sweetly-smiling managers with a slight bounce. “So I should be sitting for this? Oh-!” Rose had already begun to take a seat as the idol was talking, and the dark-haired Au Ra patted her lap with one long-fingered hand to beckon the bubbly Miqo’te onto her lap. “Yes, take a seat! For this practice we will need to make sure you are controlling your breathing properly… And we’ll want to see how you handle singing through distractions. Anything could happen up on stage, you know! We’ll have you prepared to handle the worst of it, trust us.” “Yes, Marie, trust us! Have we steered you wrong yet?” The idol bit her lip, memories of her first “audition” springing to mind. Her managers could be a little… pushy, and they weren’t afraid to take advantage of all of her “assets” as an idol. But she couldn’t argue with their results, could she? She had a show coming up, for summon’s sake! “Hehe, okay! If you say so~” Marie lowers herself gently into the larger woman’s lap, wiggling her hips slightly to allow her butt to settle comfortably into the crook of her hips. With a twinge of surprise she can already feel the impressive bulge tucked within Rose’s tight pants, and she does her best to push the rising threat of arousal to the back of her mind. She must concentrate! Now is not the time to be distracted by such petty yet prodigious concerns. “Ah, hehe~ Ahem! So, I should sing now?” Nami, the more elegant of the two dragonkin women, tuts softly and wags her finger towards the eager idol. “Patience! We’re almost ready. Rose?” The figure beneath Marie leans closer towards her, letting the soft swell of her breasts press into the warm exposed skin of the Miqo’te’s back. With slow, almost sensual movement, the Au Ra brings her long slender arms across Marie’s front in a wide arc before drawing them in and placing her palms upon her tummy and side. “I’ll be monitoring your technique and control, Marie. Just do it like you’ve practiced, and I’ll feel everything from here…” Marie gulps, flustered at the sudden increase in contact and feeling overwhelmed by the powerful presence behind her. To her front, Nami looms above, blocking out the bright stage lights, the line of her hips not far below the level of her Marie’s head. She was all-too-familiar with what hung between both of her managers’ legs, and had to clear her throat with a demure cough to clear the drool which had crept into her mouth in an almost Pavlovian response. “Y-yes! Here goes!” The hand against her stomach presses gently into her abdomen as she inhales and lets the air flow into her, falling into her body as if pressed in by a great weight. The familiar sensation of her lungs filling quickly is a comfort, and she draws on the strength of her voice with confidence as the first notes emerge with a smooth and sustained exhalation. The corners of her mouth slowly curl upwards as she continues to sing, holding a long note with pride when suddenly: “Eep!” The singer’s note is cut short with a startled yelp. Her manager’s hands had begun to creep up her body, rubbing against her soft tan skin as they made their way towards the edge of her top. The tips of her fingers deftly work themselves beneath the garment’s red trim to delicately trace the sensitive perimeter of the catgirl’s breasts, eliciting a sharp intake of breath in response. “R-rose! What are you doing?! Mn, you’re distracting meee~” The choppy-haired Au Ra did not respond, instead craning her neck forward to gently run the tip of her tongue over the Miqo’te’s ear before giving it a light nibble. Marie gasped at the attack, squirming in her manager’s lap as if captured, unable to escape from the woman’s ministrations. “Please, Marie; have some self-control. This is all part of your training.” Nami spoke sternly, her own hands already gravitating downwards to caress the inside of her powerful thighs, stroking at the edges of the growing outline of her erection. “M-my training? What do you m-mean?” Trapped between the two aggressive women, Marie could only submit to their mercy as Rose’s groping intensified. “Why, all manner of distractions can arise during a performance! If you unable to maintain a strong singing voice despite them, what hope do you have as an idol? Take it from the top, please.” Nami’s hungry grin signified her great enjoyment at her talent’s torment, and her own arousal had grown impossible to hide. She would need to free herself from her clothing soon if her partner did not relent against Marie’s nubile body. “Ahn, yes~ I understand, ma’am! I’ll - ah! - do my best! Making her best attempt to center herself, Marie pushed the heat building inside her to the back of her mind and drew in another deep breath. The sensation of Rose’s fingers working their way under her top and around her breasts threatened to make her voice quake and quiver as she launched once more into her song, singing out loud and clear into the almost empty space of the practice hall. As her voice rose up and down, riding the wave of notes spilling forth from her core, her managers increased the intensity of their attack. Rose’s probing fingers had found their way to her nipples, flushed with blood and firmly erect. As the Au Ra began to tug and tweak on those perky little nubs, her own anatomy was swelling as well. Her girthy girlcock, unable to resist the situation in its owner’s lap, had pushed its way out of the waistband of Rose’s bottoms, and now lay throbbing and hot pressed flush against Marie’s hips and Rose’s stomach. Marie finished her song, and let her shoulders sink with a drawn-out sigh as she could finally acknowledge the foreplay she was being subjected to. “Hahh, ahh~ Singing like that is so haaard! Rose, you’re gonna drive me crazy! Your cock is pressing so hard into my back, it is hardly professional. Waaah, Nami! You too?!” Nami was unable to resist the situation any longer now that Marie was panting and pouting before her. Reaching inside of her own bottoms, the ladylike dragonkin unleashed an entirely unladylike member, bouncing eagerly with each rush of blood through the fat veins tracing its firm surface. “Sorry, Marie. The one who needs to concentrate is you, not us. Manager’s privilege! It’s in the contract you signed, after all. Hehe~” The red-haired woman lowered her hips onto her calves as she squatted down in front of the chair, her legs spreading wide and allowing her stiff member to swing free and shameless between her knees. Placing her hands onto Marie’s thighs and stifling a bemused giggle at the idol’s reaction to her touch, she slid forward up the catgirl’s shapely and firm legs as she enjoyed the smooth feeling of her warm, tan skin. Slipping her hands under Marie’s miniskirt and beneath the waist of her small white panties, Nami pulled them out from under the Miqo’te’s pert bum and down her legs in a single swift motion. Following her partner’s lead, Rose undid Marie’s top with similar expertise, and the idol’s ample breasts were laid bare. “Eek~! N-now what?” Both Au Ra locked eyes from either side of Marie’s quaking body, exchanging a knowing glance that practically dripped with playful cruelty. “Now,” they said in unison, “you sing.” Swallowing audibly, the nearly-naked Marie does her best to go through her song again. Her determination to succeed may be strong, but it is not strong enough to resist her manager’s prolonged molestation. Her voice begins to quaver as Rose resumes kneading the soft flesh of her chest, pulling on her perky nipples and allowing her breasts to bounce back when she releases her grasp. When Nami leans in between her legs to allow herself to lick and nibble at the inside of her thighs as her hands explore her rear, testing the give of her peachy bottom and crawling up her spine to tingle and tantalize, Marie begins to punctuate each bar of music with an altogether different sort of song, letting rising moans escape from her panting mouth as she struggles to draw in enough breath to continue her practice. It isn’t long before Marie has abandoned her practice entirely, as Nami moves her head deeper between her legs (careful not to jab Marie with her wickedly-sharp horns) to lap at the wet heat of her arousal. The Au Ra’s tongue darts out, devilish and practiced, tracing the circumference of Marie’s vulva and pressing against her taint to be drawn upwards in broad, flat licks. Probing along the edge of the catgirl’s lips, Nami giggles as she teases her client’s eager pussy in concert with her partner’s aggressive groping. “Wait, please! Not there~!” Marie cries out, and her voice rises to a crescendo as the woman buried between her thighs locks her lips around her erect clit and suckles rapidly on the engorged nub. Her arms shoot forward from her sides, grabbing onto Nami’s horns as she pushes her manager’s face against her soaking pussy with the onset of a sudden and powerful orgasm. “Aaah, Nami~ Rose~ I’m cumming~!” The Miqo’te bucks between the two women with a drawn out, shuddering moan. Her sensitive pussy contracts with each wave of please, squirting violently to drench Nami’s mouth and chin as her ejaculation spills across the worn wooden floor and splatters in heavy droplets across the weighty cock swinging freely between the usually-pristine dragongirl’s knees. Spent, Marie pants lightly as she reclines limply in Rose’s lap, barely aware of her surroundings or the impressive girth still throbbing against her spine. “Haah… Ahn… How could you…” Pushing herself upright, the prim and proper Nami delicately wipes at the edge of her lips and chin with the hem of her top. “Oh my. It appears you need much more practice if you are to put on a successful show, Marie. Such a performance simply will not do.” “I’m s-s-sorry~”, Marie sobbed. “It wasn’t fair, you two were… A-and…” “Now now, dear Marie. We don’t make excuses for failure in this business. In fact, failure is not something we can tolerate as your managers. Rose?” With an affirmative grunt, Rose nods her head and lifts herself out of the chair, pushing Marie to stand as well as she does so. With the two Au Ra fully erect on either side of her, Marie gulps audibly from a mixture of fear and excitement. She couldn’t forget the feeling of those cocks inside her… Feeling exposed and uncertain whether she should run or stay rooted, she merely wriggled in place as she shifted her balance from one foot to the other. “I agree, Nami. Failure must not go… unpunished. Now bend over, Marie, and let’s give the sound guy something to enjoy, mm? And let us see a better performance from you at tomorrow’s practice, yes?” Before should could think of a response, the catgirl had already begun to lean forward in unconscious anticipation. “Y-yes ma’am…” The “punishment” lasted longer than the practice, and it was all Marie could do to shower the cum from her face and well-used holes before collapsing into bed that night from exhaustion and drifting off to sleep. “I shoulda been an adventurer… naaah…. zzzz…” The next day, Marie struggled to rouse herself from her bed. Stretching out on the covers summoned a pleasant soreness in her core and around her poor abused jaw muscles, and her body begged her to be lazy and recover from yesterday’s workout. “Nami, Rose… Jeez, you guys really are mean…” The wrung-out Miqo’te couldn’t complain too much, though. Her managers’ methods may be a little… direct, and Marie was hardly comfortable being used so thoroughly, but already she could feel herself becoming flushed at hot at the memory of her hands, mouths, and cocks teasing orgasm after orgasm from her tight tanned frame. A flash of embarrassment spread across her cute cheeks, and she hastily threw on a similar outfit to the day before and called a chocobo carriage to the studio. “Dance training, hmm…” That is what she was told was on the day’s agenda, but even the overly-naive idol knew well enough to expect her devious managers to pull a similar stunt to the previous day’s practice. What she wasn’t expecting was to throw open the doors to the practice hall to find the space filled with a small crowd of assembled Elezen, Hyur, and Roegadyn. And they were all- “Eeeh?! What’s going on? Nami? Rose?!” The men and women in the crowd were clad nothing at all, aside from a simple cloth headpiece affixed to fall down in from on their face, obscuring their identities. Each and every one of them sported a thick cock, already at full mast as they stroked themselves slowly and deliberately. The chorus of heavy breathing unpinned with the occasional moan was finally interrupted with a loud clap as Rose and Nami emerged from the crowd and stepped forward. “You guys! What’s going on here- you too?!” Her managers were dressed similarly to the other attendees, which is to say not at all. They had elected not to wear masks, at least, but were still the only two Au Ra in the room. The size of their attentive erections rivaled that of even the largest Roegadyn in attendance, however, and already Marie could see thick drops of precum forming at the tips of their bright, fat heads. “I, uh… Ah, uhm… I thought this was supposed to be dance training? Please explain!” The two women laughed in unison, their pale perfect breasts bouncing with the rise and fall of their shoulders. Nami was the first to speak, her tone imperious and matter-of-fact: “Why of course it is! Be a good girl and come up here, Marie. Rose will explain everything.” Marie was hesitant to approach so many naked and… eager people, but her determination to succeed as an idol ultimately drove her forward. She could face this test! Maybe… “Good, good. Today’s training is simple. As a performer, you must be used to having eyes on you at all time, scrutinizing your every move. As our performer, you must offer perfection in the face of such scrutiny. All you have to do is practice your routine in front of this crowd! They were invited to witness your practice on the condition that is you make a mistake, well… you’ll be in their hands, so to say. Hehe~!” Rose finished off her explanation with a knowing laugh, grinning from horn to horn. Marie shuffled nervously in the center of the faceless crowd, attempting to find the courage to commence her routine. So many people watching her, and so many cocks at the ready if she failed. The thought filled her with a mixture of excitement and dread, her pride wrestling with her sense of shame and the arousal gnawing at her core. Shaking her head to center herself, she stood up straight and defiant, a small figure surrounded by very tall, very erect strangers. “Okay! Uhm… here goes!” The nubile Miqo’te extends one slim shapely leg with confidence, planting her foot firmly on the floor in the first step of her- “Wrong!” Nami’s voice rang out in harsh condemnation, causing Marie to stumble as she attempts to catch her momentum. “What?! What do you mean, “wrong”? I just started!” The Au Ra stares her down fiercely, stroking her member slowly and deliberately without breaking eye contact. “You started with your left foot. This dance starts with your right, remember?” Marie’s defiant face fell in an instant, and she sputtered to find a response. Her manager was right, of course… they had discussed this change to the routine only days prior in response to booking a larger venue than usual. Rose picked up where her partner left off, speaking over Marie’s attempts at protest. “Honestly, we are little disappointed that you would make a mistake so early in your practice. You need to make it up to your fans who came all this way to see you today. I suggest kneeling… or can bend over, if you like.” Kneel?! What did they have in a store for her? Still, they had a point… right? She had made a mistake. Marie tentatively sank to her knees to await her “punishment”, while her managers scanned the crowd before selecting one of the observers to step forward and level their veiny member directly towards her face. “Just relax, Marie. Let your fans show how much they care.” The chosen stud, a large-framed Roegadyn, began to pick up his pace as he stroked his fat cock more and more furiously. The entire room, egged on by the scene of their idol’s precious pouting face looking up at this throbbing sight, began to masturbate more eagerly as well, and soon their panting filled the space. “Ugh, M-marie! T-thank you so much! I’m gonna-” The Roegadyn stammered beneath his mask, pledging his adoration for his idol as his hips thrust forward, pressing the swollen head of his cock against her cheek as his weighty balls contract with powerful pulses. Thick ropes of viscous semen gush against her warm flushed face, shooting out in an obscene splash from the pressure of his erection pressing into her flesh. The bright streams of Roegadyn seed arc through the air, slapping wetly against the stage floor as he grunts and moans through his orgasm. Spent at last, the Roegadyn retreats sheepishly to the back of the surrounding crowd of spectators, who fill the gap left in his wake with a dense wall of erect cocks, ready and waiting for their turn should she fail again. “Pick yourself up, Marie! And don’t you dare wipe yourself off, this is all for your own good. Understood?” With a stifled sniffle, the defaced and slimy catgirl rights herself and nods sheepishly towards her managers. “Y-yes ma’ams.”, she stammers. Finder her center a second time is no easy task, and with the Roegadyn’s “handiwork” stinging in her eye and cooling uncomfortably on her face, she makes her best attempt to begin her routine - with the right foot! - again. Step, hop, spin. Look into the crowd and smile. Spin again, and… And… what comes next? Marie is frozen in the center of the stage, her face scrunched as she struggles furiously to recall the next step in the routine before- “Wrong again! Knees, Marie!” It is useless to argue, and she is not willing to walk away from it all yet. Diligently, she drops to the floor. Two more spectators are brought forth this time, a stocky Hyur male and a long, lanky Elezen woman. Both are well-equipped between their legs, and their slick throbbing cocks look close to bursting already. The Elezen reaches out, twining her fingers into Marie’s red-streaked hair just between her ears as she presses the tip of her girlhood against the idol’s lips, smearing salty-sweet precum across her mouth and chin as she does so. Marie cries out through clenched teeth in protest at the stranger’s presumption, keeping her mouth shit and lips pressed firmly together as the strong scent of the Elezen’s cock assaults her nose and elicits a heady feeling of submission in response. The catgirl attempts to hold firm, however, merely moaning softly as the woman before her slides the fat head of her swollen cock across Marie’s mouth and the slimy mess of her cheeks. The Hyur male appears to appreciate the show, working his shaft one hand as the other grips his member below the flare of its crown to rub in firm circles against the taught line beneath the head. His dual grip causes him to moan in low, strained tones, as his hands work in concert to milk a stream of clear, thick fluid to cling to the underside of his cock and drip down to the floor in long, thin strings. Resisting the urge in her own hands to wander across her body, Marie allows herself to be used for their masturbation as stoically as she can manage in her current predicament. When at last the Elezen using her lips cums, the sudden force of the ejaculation is enough to allow the heavy burst of semen past her defenses and into her surprised mouth. Marie squeaks in shock before gurgling and coughing as the pungent, chewy cum slides between her teeth, over her delicate tongue, and down the back of her throat. She attempts to sputter and push the woman’s cock away from her lips, but the hand in her hair holds her in place, and she is forced to swallow most of the load lest it run out past her lips in an embarrassing, filthy display. The sight is too much for the Hyur, and apparently others in the crowd as well. As he shoots his own seed across the gap to paint Marie’s face in stark-white streaks, two more of the masked spectators rush forward with mumbled apologies. Cocks are pressed against the back of her neck under her silky smooth hair and into the crook of her armpit, dumping heavy loads onto her clothing, hair, and body that cling warm and wet to the objectified idol. Rose and Nami are quick to chastise the two over-eager spectators, of course, throwing them from the venue at once. A practice without structure is of no help to anyone, they say. Sending the original Elezen and Hyur to the back of the pack, they let go of their own throbbing members just long enough to help Marie to her feet this time before prompting her to begin again. Now a disheveled, cum-stained mess, the Miqo’te idol looks closer to pitiable than adorable as she hollowly follows through the motions of her routine. Step, hop, spin. Look into the crowd and smile. Spin again, and…skip! Skip across the stage to the far edge and- “Wh-whoa! Help me- ow!” As Marie skips across the stage, her feet find a puddle of stinking semen from her earlier “punishment”, and her legs shoot out from her as she slips as falls flat on her rear with a loud thud. "Are you okay?! Good, good. Unfortunately, an idol must always be aware of the condition of her stage… Since we are not cruel trainers, I think Rose will agree that you may bend over for this one instead of resting on your poor bruised legs and bottom, mm?” Marie rights herself, rubbing her sore body and flicking cum from her fingers, a light bloom of tears at the fall streaking through the sticky mess clinging to her face. “Bend over? F-for… for more? More of… them? O-okay, Nami…” She was afraid, but not of her impending punishment. No, she was afraid to show off her pure-white underwear beneath her miniskirt, and how it had been soaked to transparency already as a result of her mounting arousal and frustration. “Oh, poor Marie. I must say though, good marks for self-control. That too is important if you want to make it in this business. Now then:” With a snap of her fingers, the elegant Au Ra rounds up the circle of spectators to close in tightly around the exposed idol as she herself steps up behind Marie’s hips, her stiff cock wagging between her legs before its weight is rested between Marie’s lightly-bruised cheeks. Follow her partner’s lead, Rose steps around to the other side to ask for the catgirl’s small hands, resting them against her powerful abdomen for support as her own member is slid beneath Marie’s head to nestle under the edge of her white and red top, planted firmly with the catgirl’s squishy bosom. “We hope you remember your lesson as much as you’ll remember the punishment, Marie. Now then, gang? Let her have it!” All assembled begin to jerk off in earnest, freed of restriction and given free reign to poke and prod and rub against their idol’s perfect nubile body. The two Au Ra women grunt and groan as they make use of Marie’s butt and breasts, sandwiching their powerful cocks between the soft mounds of her body. “Ah, I love you Marie!” “You’ll do better next time, I know it!” “I can’t believe I’m so close to a real idol!” “Please receive my support, Marie!” “This is my dream, thank you so much!” “Marie! Marie!” The chorus of moaning fans and wet stroking sounds rises and rises as the gathering turns into a proper bukkake. The first few cocks to cum across her smooth back, messy hair, and stiff tail set off a chain reaction, with each spectator eagerly and gratefully adding their own load across Marie’s body. A series of thick ropes quickly crisscrosses her form, and as the crowd cycles spent cocks to the back to recharge and bring fresh cocks forward, soon she is painted almost entirely in sticky-clear white. Everyone has a turn, with the most ardent of her fans returning for the opportunity to coat her with a second, third, or even fourth load. Nami and Rose laugh with enjoyment as the pleasure themselves with her body, outlasting all the spectators to provide a final explosive finish from their patient, powerful cocks. Finally spent, they gently lower the ruined Marie onto the wide puddle of semen and precum that has formed around her, her half-submerged face blowing thick bubbles in the mess as she pants with ragged breaths in an attempt to recover herself to mindfulness after being lost in a sensation of complete submission and service. “Thank you everyone for attending! The kind Lalafell outside will compensate you for your time. Please come to the show coming up, I am sure Eorzea’s favorite idol will be happy to see you all again!” Turning to face the addled Miqo’te, Rose merely adds: “Not a bad job, Marie! Now pick yourself up and get cleaned off while Nami and I change. You have another vocal lesson in half an hour and we’ll not let you off the hook just because of a little mess like this! After all, as we always tell you...” The two women lock eyes once more, beaming at the implication in their words: “Practice makes perfect!”

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Chapter 2 - Chapter 2

Asami's fingers lingered in Korra's grasp as she gazed into the other woman's cyan irises. She had known this was the goal before sailing out of Republic City's harbor. It had been discussed by the council for several days before being voted upon. Asami had been told about it by her father and she had volunteered herself to be one of the people who would secure the United Republic's future. Even so, it wasn't until this moment that the gravity of her goal sank in. She had just gotten engaged. This woman, this utter and absolute stranger, standing in front of Asami was going to be her wife and Asami hers. "You will? Neat." Korra blinked and she exchanged a glance with Tonraq. Asami jerked her hands free and she covered her mouth. “Wait, no it’s not. I mean it is neat...okay this is coming out all wrong. I’m going to go look around if you don’t mind.” She took a step backwards then turned around and hurried out the doorway. ‘Great first impression, Asami. You definitely didn’t make yourself look like a nimrod in there. Okay, let’s give it a few minutes to let that wear off then go back and try again.’ Asami’s gaze flitted around the camp as she tramped through the snow. The group of men she had encountered earlier were still standing around in the same area as the last time she had seen them. One of them noticed her looking towards them and he motioned to the others and they fell silent as they met her gaze. Asami hesitated then sped up as she headed away from them towards the other side of the igloo, their stares seeming like they were burning holes in the back of her jacket. 'I wonder how long it's been since they've seen someone who wasn't part of the Fire Nation...' As she went round the igloo, Asami came across a pair of individuals. The first was faced towards the building, his hands planted against on the wall as he leaned forward. The second had a glowing globule of water between his hands which he was running up and down along the first man's side. "Bolin? Nalon? He's healing you? What happened?" Asami blurted. Bolin grinned at her, but he winced and it dissolved into a grimace. "I was staying by the boat like you said, but this crazy woman snuck up on me and hit me really hard with a waterblast. Like so hard that it broke some of my ribs. I would have explained what we were doing here, but she said she'd kill me if I said anything." "What!? Why would she do that?"  Asami exclaimed as she turned her gaze towards Nalon. The waterbenders hands slowed, but didn't stop, as he turned his head a fraction to look sidelong at Asami. "Because her job is to protect our people. It's been quiet lately so we felt it was safe enough for her to help us hunt and fish. Korra must have spotted Bolin and thought raiders were attacking." "Huh? She sees Bolin and immediately decides that he's the enemy? Without even talking to him?" Nalon's hands came to a halt and he turned to face Asami, though he kept the globule around his hands. "You have to understand our position. We've been getting raided for decades. At least one a week and often more than that. There's been months where we were attacked every single day. Korra's spent most of her life fighting Fire Nation soldiers. You're the first outsiders she's met that weren't trying to kill her." "Most of her life? How long would that be, may I ask?" "This is Korra's twentieth summer." Nalon answered as his hands started to move once again. Bolin let out a sigh of relief and his head sagged lower as the healing resumed. 'So she's almost as old as I am. Twenty years of being hunted though. I see why they're so cautious, but the others didn't attack us on sight. Just her...' "What can you tell me about Korra, Nalon? Anything would be helpful." "I'm not sure why you're interested, but if you want to know more about Korra then you'll have to ask her... your... self." As his voice trailed off Nalon's hands came to a stop and he tilted his head to the side while looking past her. Asami drew back at the sudden alertness in his gaze before turning around and putting a hand over her eyes. Up the rising slope, above hills far away were wisps of white fog drifting in the air. As she watched they grew thicker and seemed as if they were coming closer. "Katabatic." "Huh?" Bolin and Asami said at the same time as the water fell from Nalon's hands. He moved towards the entrance way and after a second's hesitation Asami followed after him as he called out to the rest of the camp. "Katabatic heading our way. Looks like a strong one!" The words had barely left his lips before the others had sprung into action, even the group that had been standing about. The workers who had been skinning and dressing their harvest threw their tools on the ground next to their catch. Mounds of ice appeared over each area, freezing carcass and tool alike in them. Some started levitating water onto the domes of the igloos before freezing it in place while others were grabbing the harnesses of the camels and leading them into the large igloo. After all of them were inside the men came back out, followed by Korra and Tonraq. Asami looked at the ongoing flurry of activity before taking a step closer towards the chief and his daughter. “Nalon said -” “I heard.” Tonraq interrupted her as he looked up at the hills to the south. “Korra, you take Asami and you'll take Bolin, Nalon.” “Take us whe-” Before she had finished speaking a harsh rumbling came from uphill and the remainder of her sentence was snatched away. A wave of white particles tumbled and twisted through the air as it drew closer and it was blasting over and through the entire camp. Desiccated air, colder than any she had ever experienced, smacked against Asami's exposed cheeks with a cruel sting and a burning pain ignited in her lungs. Another gust came rushing through and Asami swayed as the wind buffeted her. Korra grabbed her hand and pulled her towards one of the igloos before pushing her inside. She turned towards the entrance and brought her fist across her chest, sealing the entrance off and muting the now steady howling of the tempestuous blasts. Asami staggered forward, a hand on her chest. Korra put a hand on her back and side and eased Asami to sit on a bundle of furs in the middle of the igloo. “Keep breathing and it'll pass, Asami. Your lungs will recover on their own.” Asami rubbed at the center of her chest as she slowly inhaled and exhaled. The air in here was still freezing, but nowhere as cold as that gust of wind had been. After the burning had subsided she glanced at where the doorway had been. “What did you call that? Katabic? I've never felt anything that cold before.” “Katabatic wind. Cold air builds up higher on the plains or hills and eventually it gets dense enough that it starts to flow downhill. They’re pretty common, but this is a strong one.” “Are they dangerous?” “They can be, but these igloos are safe if we reinforce the walls so we're fine in here.” Asami pushed herself up to her feet and moved towards where the door had been. Her hands shoved against the blocks to no avail. “Let me out. My friends could be in danger, I need to go warn them.” “No." Korra's voice was soft, but resolute. "The temperature is far below zero and visibility is limited now. If I let you out then you’ll lose your way in the storm and freeze to death. Your friends will be fine. Your ship is large enough these blasts won't capsize it and once they realize what's happening they'll head away from shore to safer waters. Once the storm passes they'll return." Asami turned away from the wall and slumped down until she was sitting on her rear end. Her head thumped against the wall as she fixed her gaze on Korra. "So now what?" Korra waved a hand at herself and the water clinging to the outside of her fur outfit was pulled loose and added to the wall. She sat down on the fur blankets before tugging her boots off and setting them aside. "It's getting late so we might as well go to sleep and hope the storm has passed in the morning. I wasn't expecting company on this trip so I didn't bring more blankets. There's enough room for both of us, but it'll be a tight fit." One of her hands dug into a pocket and when it came out there was a gold pocket watch in Asami's hand. She flipped it open and peered at the hands. "Twenty after eleven... this midnight sun is so weird." Asami muttered as she put the watch away. She looked down at the blanket, then at Korra, then at the blanket again. 'Well there's nowhere else for me to sleep and she is my fiance now so this isn't quite taboo...' Asami took a step forward before looking down at herself. "My clothes are wet so can you do that thing you just did?" Korra waved her fingers again and the liquid on the outside of Asami's jacket streamed off in rivulets before freezing to the floor. Asami crouched down and undid the laces of her boots before pulling them off and moving forward onto the furs next to Korra. The waterbender lifted up a corner of the blankets and slid into the pile before holding it up. Asami crawled in after her, but lingered on the edge of the blanket, more off than on. Asami stiffened as one of Korra's arms curled around her waist and pulled her closer until their bodies were almost pressed together. “I told you this was going to be a tight fit. Neither of us is comfortable with this, but it's only for one night and it's better than hypothermia.” Korra let go of the blankets and they fell to the ground, shutting out the light. Asami reached down towards her waist, intending to grab Korra's arm and move it off of her. Her hand fell on Korra's bicep and she froze. 'Holy crap, that's a lot more muscle than I was expecting. I wonder if the rest of her is as muscular as her arms. I can't tell with that outfit she's wearing, but if she wasn't wearing... no stop it. Bad libido. Don't put thoughts like that in my head. This is a political marriage plus she attacked Bolin so that sort of thing isn't happening.' Asami pushed the arm off of her though she didn't move away from the other woman. It was still cold even with the blankets and Korra's body was surprisingly warm. Outside the winds were still howling, but they were quiet compared to the cacophony racing through her mind at the moment. Asami wasn't sure what she had been expecting on this trip, other than getting engaged, but so far the woman lying next to her wasn't it.

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Chapter 0 - D Train to the Cosmos

It is a summer day in Beach City, the noon sun radiating over the crowds of beachgoing tourists and the boardwalk’s many stalls and attractions. A massive facsimile of the mayor’s smiling face cruises through the streets, shouting tired campaign slogans to all within earshot. It passes by an old van parked before the “It’s a Wash” car wash before turning towards the ocean and heading for the beachfront. Within the van, Greg Universe shifts groggily in his sleep, perched atop a haphazard pile comprised mostly of red t-shirts of various sizes, each with a single yellow star on the chest. Why does Mayor Dewey have to drive that darn thing around all the time anyways? It isn’t like anyone ever runs against him. But the blaring election van isn’t the only thing that rouses him from his lazy noonday slumber… He isn’t alone in his van, as the sounds of rustling and warm breeze from outside would indicate. Driven by instinct, Greg leaps to the ready, grabbing the nearest object he can in order to chase the intruder off. “Watch out, I have a waffle iron!” , he yells, eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight pouring in through the open doors. “Don’t make me use it!” The balding Universe draws back his arm and blinks his eyes a few times warily, adjusting to the light as his groggy mind struggles to wake up the rest of the way. Slowly, a figure takes shape before him, kneeling on the bed of the van. Slender and pale, tall enough to bow their head out of necessity, and a sharp, long nose protruding from the silhouette. “Pearl? What are you doing here? Did something happen to Steven?” Greg lowers his beefy, sun-tanned arm in relief as he recognizes one of the Crystal Gems, but maintains an air of concern in his voice. It is unusual for one of the magical guardians of Beach City to pay him a visit without it concerning his son. “Oh! Hi, Greg…” , the lithe woman replies, her wide eyes narrowing as she glances to the side. “I didn’t think you’d, uhm… be awake.” , she states matter-of-factly, her tone high and with a naturally lilting cadence. “I just came here to look for something.” She looks around the cluttered interior of the van before resting her gaze on the long, thin fingers intertwined in her lap, a blush of pale sea green creeping into her cream-colored cheeks. “...Something of Rose’s. Have you happened to see anything like it? About the size of one of your cellular telephones, a pale golden color with a diamond-shaped screen of rose-colored crystal.” As she describes the object, a translucent green image appears, projected from the large pearl set into her forehead to float in the space between them. “Please, it is very important that I know where it is.” A flash of recognition plays across Greg’s features at the description of the object. So this isn’t serious Gem business, then… “Geez, Pearl - I dunno. Rose left me a lot of stuff to take care of, why don’t you check the old storage unit?”  The former rock-star can’t help but allow a smug, patronizing air to creep into his voice: the Crystal Gem does not respond well. “The storage unit?! I have already - meticulously - combed through every inch of the vile mess searching for this! Honestly, I don’t know how Roseever trusted you to keep anything safe, seeing as you are so hopeless. Tell me where it could be, right this instant, or I swear I will - ugh!”Exasperated, Pear throws her hands in the air before beginning to rifle through the piles of CD’s, t-shirts, and empty take-out containers littering the van, tossing bits and pieces of trash onto the parking lot outside. “How can you even live like this, it’s disgusting!” The large man leans back, enjoying the scene of the usually uptight and reserved warrior now desperate and frustrated as she claws futilely through heaps of useless junk, none of which contain the object of her search. “Well Pearl, I maaay have seen something like that, now that you mention it… it is pretty hard to remember, though.” The frantic Gem leaps forward, grabbing Greg by the shoulder straps of his typical wife-beater shirt and drawing her face close to his, the tip of her sharp, lengthy nose mere millimeters from his own. “Where?!” , she demands, her voice rising higher as she interrogates him. “Do you know where it is? Tell me!” The woman before him may be a deadly and immortal warrior from outer space, but Greg holds his ground, his dark eyes locked with hers, the same color as the cloudless sky. “My memory is pretty hazy, I did do a lot of partying with you Gems back in the day.. Well, Rose and Amethyst, at any rate. I’m sure we can think of something that’ll help jog my memory, though..” “Are you asking me for a favor?! Ugh, the nerve… fine. Why don’t I help you clean up this garbage can you call a-” Pearl’s words catch in her throat as Greg casually spreads his knees apart to reveal the outline of a firm erection straining against the inside leg of his cutoff shorts. A stunned silence hangs in the air as the pale Gem opens and closes her mouth, searching for the proper response. She settles on indignation, pushing away from him and drawing her arm protectively in front of her, her brow furrowed intensely. “You want me to do that, with you?! How disgusting, I would never with a… with a human , let alone someone like you!” Greg grins deviously, moving one beefy hand down his leg to gently run along the outside of his shorts, tracing the lengthy silhouette of his growing arousal. “C’mon, Pearl. It’s been so long since Rose gave up her physical form. Plus, I know you used to watch us when we were together. Can you honestly say you were never curious to see why she loved it so much?” He watches hesitation creep into her expression, sees her glance quickly downward at the straining bulge between his legs. “Close the doors.” Slowly she turns as if moving underwater, each movement unconsciously elegant and poised to perfection as she rises onto her narrow knees and rotates to reach for the van’s back doors. With satisfaction, Greg watches her slender hips push into the space between them as she leans out to grab the handles. The sight of her firm dancer’s bottom pressing out against her form-fitting leggings elicits a throbbing pleasure from his eager erection, and he lifts his hips from the floor in order to slide the worn shorts down to his ankles. “You’ve always make it look so effortless. I admire that about you, y’know.” , he says as he tugs at the hem of his boxers to free himself. “Yes, well… what Rose saw in you I’ll never understand.” , she replies with a dejected sigh, turning back to face Greg, and the thick cock now at full attention before her. It is… larger than she remembers, with a length rivaling her forearm and a girth well beyond that of her slender wrist. Such a hideous organ, she thinks to herself, covered in thick veins and with a swollen, arrogant head. Yet images flash in her mind, her perfect memory recalling every moment she observed of her beloved Rose Quartz and this human thing , the way she touched it, tasted it, and the obscene anatomy she would shapeshift between her legs in order to… “Fine, let’s get this over with.” , she says, shaking her head to clear her head of the recollections. Tentatively, Pearl reaches out one hand, turning her nose up in disdain at the foolish, toothy grin plastered across Greg’s face. She wraps her long, narrow fingers around the base of his shaft with a slow and deliberate movement, surprised at the heat and firmness of his penis. She slides her smooth hand in a fist up his length, extending a pointed thumb to press against the sensitive underside of his glans. Her blush returns as her eyes are transfixed upon the pulsing cock in her hand, a thick bead of clear fluid resting like a dewdrop at the very tip. Snapping out of her reverie, she scoffs and squeezes the shaft tightly, giving it a series of rough pumps in quick succession. Smirking, she looks at Greg with a mocking tone to her voice. “It was never you that she liked, y’know. Just this… thing.” Expecting a hurt reaction, she is instead greeted with a low moan as he tilts back his head, closing his eyes as he stiffens his cock with the tension of his pelvic muscles. “Hahaa, you’re a natural, Pearl.. Use your other hand too, and don’t forget my balls..” As if by instinct, the Crystal Gem follows his direction, reaching out to cup his weighty testicles in her palm and give them a squeeze. “Hey, easy with the tender touches!” , Greg cries out at the sudden pressure on his most sensitive bits, his back stiffening in surprise. “Be gentle with those, okay?” Pearl shoots him a fierce glare at his criticism, but her hands respond of their own volition. She runs her palm against his shaft in long strokes, her slender fingers trailing behind as they trace every pulsing vein, making their up to the tip and exploring the flare of his thick head. A single fingertip is placed delicately on the opening, dragging the slimy precum in a slick trail across the underside of his erect dick before meeting with her other hand at the base to gently knead the heavy balls hanging below “That feels great, ahhh...” , Greg whispers, letting out a long breath that transitions to a scratchy moan as Pearl continues to work his thick cock with her deft hands, wrapping them both around him and rising up and down with gentle twists along his entire length. His erection twitches in her grip as she increases speed to match the cadence of his vocals, her wide palms steadily lubricated by the constant flow of musky-sweet precum leaking from him. “I think I’m remembering something, haah.. Try using your mouth, okay? It might, ah, jog my memory.” The Gem warrior looks to Greg in protest, her voice imperious as she begins to castigate him. “My mouth ?! I may be just a Pearl, but I would never follow such a demeaning comm- mmf!” Her protests are silenced as the grinning human reaches out one arm to place a large hand against the bottom of her head and back of her neck, pressing her face down on his stiff cock, the swollen head sliding past her thin lips and long tongue to push against the entrance to her throat. “Mm, that feels much better. You really can use your mouth for so much more than whining all the time, you know.” Pearl places her hands against his knees as if to push away, but the insistent pressure against the back of her head and the throbbing, salty-sweet warmth sliding slowly out of her moist mouth sends a flutter across her eyelids, and her lips wrap firmly around his flesh as she begins to explore him with her tongue. Her jaw strains to envelop his girth, the smooth shaft covered in pulsing veins which stretch across its surface. Narrowing her tongue to a firm point, she presses it against the entrance to his urethra, gently drilling a few millimeters into the sensitive interior of his cock and causing the entire length to expand and stiffen in response. Retreating to collect her cool saliva, she flattens her tongue to twirl around his throbbing head and the taut line of his frenulum, her attentions rewarded with a series of animal grunts as Greg raises his hips in a short bucks to press further into her mouth. The human presses with greater force on the back of Pearl’s head in tandem with his eager thrusts, drawing her further between his legs despite her feeble moans of protest. “My favorite thing about you Gems is that you don’t - ngah - need air to breathe.” , he adds as his dick pushes past the back of her tongue and into her throat, the thick shaft visibly distending the long, narrow neck of her physical form as it glides along the cool, velvety interior of her alien esophagus. His erection barely has to bend as the lithe woman leans far forward, craning her neck to facilitate the passage of the massive cock now fucking her throat. The servile creature buried deep in Pearl’s mind surfaces as she moans around his shaft, her large blue eyes rolling towards the back of her head as her tongue extends past her bottom lip and her saliva begins to dribble freely down her pale chin and onto the full, weighty balls waiting below to dispense their pent-up seed. With an obscene gulping noise she swallows his entire length, her lips locked firmly around the base in a parody of a kiss as her long, pointed nose grinds roughly into his pubic bone, bending upwards to point towards Greg’s round stomach. The scent of his manhood is intense as his full bush fills her nostrils, the wiry brown hair rough against her creamy skin. Greg enjoys the sight of the elegant and refined woman on her knees before him with his cock buried firmly down her throat, and is unable to resist the opportunity to taunt her. “You never could help yourself, Pearl; Always putting others before yourself.” Instead of giving her a chance to respond, he slides his other hand along the back of her head and through her peach-colored hair, using both of his large arms to increase the pace of her blowjob, bobbing her head down on his member in full, rapid strokes. Pearl’s arms fall limply to her sides as she surrenders fully to his control, each thrust eliciting a warbling, garbled moan from her distended throat. The sensation of her smooth, velvety tightness sliding and sucking on his cock combined with the utter surrender of her son’s guardian before him pushes Greg quickly towards the edge, and his hips thrust fiercely to meet her mouth as he continues to pump her head firmly, her smooth cheeks flushed green and streaked with tears as her face slams repeatedly against his body. He holds his pace, thrusting into her throat again and again as he feels his balls tense and pull close to him. “You don’t like - ah - to swallow, right? Can’t - hng - stand it? Let me do you - ahhn - a favor, then!” With one final thrust, Greg pulls Pearl from his cock and pushes her dazed body backwards onto her rear. Climbing to his feet with a grunt, the large man straddles the tall, slender woman before him and grips the base of his shaft tightly as the engorged flesh throbs between them. With a drawn-out, animal growl, he comes across her face, his member jumping with each powerful pulse. Thick ropes of pearly-white semen slap across Pearl’s pointed features, draping across the bridge of her large nose and coating her upper lip to run in sticky strings into her half-open, panting mouth. Multiple shots plaster her round pearlescent gem and narrow brows, forcing her right eye to shut as the gooey fluid covers her from her bright, peach-colored hair to the base of the round chin and the delicate collarbones below. His slimy cock all but spent, Greg collapses backward onto the pile of old band shirts, his barrel chest heaving as he fights to catch his breath in the wake of such an intense orgasm. A remainder of semen oozes from the tip of his fat, softening cock as he admires the depraved scene before him. The Crystal Gem writhes on the floor of his van, seemingly unaware of her surroundings as the sensation of his warm seed on her face spreads through her body with a melting sensation. With a few final pleasant tugs of his member, the contended Universe leans over into the front seat to rifle through a pile of old cassettes. After fishing around for a few seconds, he draws forth a small object, the strange material and geometric patterns clearly marking it as a piece of Gem technology - and one that matches Pearl’s description. “Here, Pearl. This is what you were looking for, right? I guess you did earn it.” Tossing the small golden object towards her, he begins hunting for his shorts and underwear, humming the tune to his old song “Space Train to the Cosmos”.   “Anyway, I’m starving. I could reaaally go for a hot dog right about now.” Clambering past the comatose woman, he pops open the doors to his van and steps out into the hot midday sun. “If you need to clean up, feel free to use the hose here at the car wash. It’s on the house.” As Greg shuts the heavy metal doors behind him, his mind is racing with thoughts and schemes. Pearl’s reactions had been… unexpected, and maybe this won’t be the last time he can help her be herself, to be the Pearl she was born to be. With a satisfied grin, he places such thoughts to back of his mind and his growing hunger forward, heading for the boardwalk below as the warm summer breezes rustles the remainder of his hair. Back within the van, Pearl stirs, her long fingers wrapping around the object of her search as she lays on her back, her body awash with a complicated mix of sensations and emotions. Gazing at the item’s display through her open left eye, she delicately traces one narrow fingertip across its surface, and the object flickers to life with a hum and a glow. Golden light runs across its exterior before jumping into the air above, accompanied by haunting, ethereal music. The tune takes the one-two-three shape of a waltz, and the light coalesces to form a solid scene: two figures, one a giant woman in a voluminous dress and the other slender and long-limbed, with a sharply pointed nose. They embrace and begin to dance, two swirling forms of golden light becoming one as they share their love for each other. Pearl watches the scene as if it is a dream, her face a layered canvas of semen, saliva, and tears. “Rose…”

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Chapter 11 - Chapter 11

Asami raised her hand and rapped her knuckles against the door to Korra's room with her free hand. After a moment the rooms occupant opened the door a crack to peer out before opening it further. “Oh, it's you, Asami. I thought it was Kika coming back to see if I needed anything again. She's awfully persistent.” Korra scowled as she glanced up and down the hallway for any sign of the maid in question. “She's just trying to do her job, Korra.” Asami explained while trying not to laugh at how annoyed Korra sounded about someone trying to clean her room for her. “The reason she keeps coming back is because you’re stopping her. If you let her clean things up, say after breakfast, then she wouldn’t trouble you as much.” “If you say so.” Korra said, seemingly unconvinced. “Anyways, what’s that you have?” She pointed at the glossy paper bags Asami was holding in one hand. “These are the clothes from Liying. She had them sent over, but they were brought to me by mistake so I figured I’d bring them to you.” Asami held the bags up for Korra to take. “Oh, thanks, Asami.” Korra said as she grabbed the corded handles and took a step back from the doorway. “I actually had some questions for you since I don’t know anything about this fashion stuff. That is if you don’t mind?” “Not at all.” Asami followed Korra inside and headed over to the dining table. She sat down, sideways, on one of the chairs while glancing around the room. It was much the same as the last time Asami had been in here and like before blankets were piled up on the floor next to the bed. “What did you want to know?” Korra set the bags down and rummaged around in one before pulling out a couple of shirts, a pair of jeans and some shorts. She held them up in the air while looking back and forth between each hand. “What are the rules for this? How do you decide what pieces to wear? The colors?” "That's one of the things to consider. There's a lot of other factors that go into it as well. The weather, the time of year, where you're going and what you're doing. If you were going to a fancy restaurant then wearing jeans wouldn't be recommended, for example. Right now it's the winter season so pretty much everyone is wearing pants and coats of some kind. If it was summer then there would be a lot of people wearing shorts and tee-shirts. As for color...” Asami glanced around the room even though there was no point. 'This would be a lot easier to explain if I had a color wheel. I should have brought this up at the tailor's. Liying would be sure to have one lying around.' “There's a few different approaches to picking colors. It's difficult to describe since I don't have the tool to show you what I'm talking about.” Asami said as she started trying to figure out how to explain this. She paused and took a look at the pale blue hides that Korra was wearing at the moment. “Well, let's use your outfit to start. Your pants and that shirt of yours are all blue. There's some white mixed in, but overall your outfit is what we would call monochromatic.” Korra pursed her lips before cutting in to stop Asami short before she continued on the vaguely esoteric path she was walking. “Uhh... how do you choose what colors to wear?” “Uhmm... well my favorite color is red so a lot of the time I pair that with whatever neutral color I feel like at the moment. Whites, grays, blacks. When I'm dressing up I like to wear all red if I can get away with it.” “Okay so one neutral color and one of anything else.” Korra muttered. She turned her attention to the garments she was holding, raising and lowering each hand as she eyed the garments. After a moment her gaze returned to Asami and lingered there as she bit her lower lip. The waterbender hesitated as she tugged at the hem of her tunic and for once the waterbender seemed nervous. Korra then took a deep breath and strode towards the door, grabbed the key and locked it. She placed the key back onto its hook before moving to stand directly in front of Asami. Her eyes turned down towards the floor at Asami's feet as she began to speak. "So I have some things I want to say to you, Asami. This hasn't been an easy transition for either of us and it's entirely been my fault. I've been angry, hostile and I've done, or tried to do, some awful things to your friends. Despite all of that you've been extraordinarily patient. You've tolerated my outbursts, let things slide, brought me into your home, explained stuff that I didn't understand and y taught me new things as well. I know we're not officially married, but I'm still your... partner I guess and I have responsibilities to you as such. I don't mind that, it's part of what I signed up for... but I haven't been able to meet any of them. If you want food then you just push a button, if your room or your clothes get dirty then someone will clean them for you. If you want more clothes then you go to Liying. This house is better than any igloo I could make. You don't need me to protect you either, our sparring session was proof of that. The more I think about it, the more I realize there's only one thing I can offer you.” Korra's fingers went to the hem of her tunic once again, but this time they seized hold of the fabric and pulled up and up until it was clear of Korra's head. The garment fell to the floor and Korra lowered herself onto one knee and then the other before she looked up at Asami. “The one thing I have to offer you is my body. If you want to use me then you can. If you want me to pleasure you then I'll do that as well." Asami swallowed and her heart began to race as she stared at the sight in front of her. Korra wasn't wearing the halter top Asami had seen previouly. In its place was one of the bras Korra had chosen while they were at Liying's. The black cups were properly fitted, but they revealed far more of the waterbenders chest to Asami's eyes than Korra's halter had. A swell of unmarred brown flesh. 'Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. Her breasts are absolutely perfect. I bet they'd feel amazing if I had them in my hands. Not only is her body perfect, but she's on her knees like she's... Wait, what the hell am I saying? I barely know this woman and I'm thinking about that? Get it together, Asami!' Asami cleared her throat and she did her best to ignore the fact her cheeks were a bright red. She stood up and took a step to the side and bent over, one hand picking up Korra's tunic before sitting down next to her. “Put this back on, Korra. Please.” “What? Why?” A startled Korra asked as she took the garment though she didn’t put it on. “Don't you find me appealing?” Asami kept her eyes up high as she focused on Korra’s face while trying to ignore the urge to peek downwards at that marvelous bosom. Korra had a bad tendency to turn prickly in a flash at the best of times and now she had exposed herself, figuratively and literally, to Asami. This was a situation Asami had never expected to transpire, so suddenly at that, and she was thoroughly unprepared for this. Even so she had to choose her next words with the utmost care or this could get ugly fast. “Korra, you are an incredibly beautiful woman. Your offer is very flattering and I would definitely enjoy your company in bed. Honestly I am very tempted to say yes, but I can't. When I have sex with someone, I want that person to be someone I love and someone who loves me back. To me, sex is a way of demonstrating that bond through giving and receiving pleasure. I understand this offer is your way of trying to be a good partner, but it's not something I'm comfortable with. It seems like you're making this offer not because you want to, but because you feel you're obligated by duty to make it. I wouldn't be comfortable having sex with you because if I said yes then it would feel coercive, like I'm taking advantage of you.” The waterbender buried her face in the tunic and let out a loud groan. “I am such an idiot. It should have occurred to me that you'd treat sex differently. I went about this like you're from my tribe and you're not. Of course you have different customs and rules.” Korra sighed and she straightened her tunic out before pulling it back over her head. Asami relaxed as Korra tugged her tunic back into place. “You're not an idiot, Korra. It's only been a few days since you got to Republic City. There hasn't been nearly enough time for you to learn all the ways our culture differs from yours. Conflicts were inevitable... though I never expected you to flash your underwear at me.” Korra glanced away as red spots appeared under her eyes and she coughed nervously. “I guess. You're not mad, are you?” “No, most definitely not.” Asami declared as she put a hand on Korra's shoulder. “Surprised yes, but I'm not angry with you. What you did came from the right place. You were trying to make our partnership work, in your own way, which I appreciate.” Korra sighed in relief and she leaned back to sit on her hands as she stared at the ceiling. “And there you go, being understanding again. You know it's almost frustrating how patient you've been lately. Is it weird that part of me kinda wants you to get angry and yell sometimes?” “A little bit.” Asami said with a laugh. “I don't understand everything you do though. I've been trying to figure out why you put your blankets on the floor, but I haven't had any luck.” “That’s…” Korra’s head swiveled to look towards the blankets in question. “This bed and the bed on the ship, they’re too soft. When I lay on them it feels like I’m sinking into the ocean and I can’t fall asleep. Putting the blankets on the floor and curling up inside them is what I’m used to.” ‘So she didn’t just sleep like that while on a hunting trip. Korra slept like that all the time, wrapped in blankets on a field of ice… my back hurts just thinking about it.’ “Would you like to try a firmer mattress then, Korra? I’ve always favored soft mattresses, but a harder one might be better for you. It’d mean a trip into the city so maybe we could make a day of it. Hit up a mattress store, see some of the sights, get dinner somewhere. What do you say?” “That sounds like a good idea.” Korra said after a moment’s consideration.. “How about I meet you at the garage in fifteen minutes? I  have to use the bathroom plus I need to go find Kika and tell her it’s okay to clean up in here now.” Asami chuckled and she patted Korra on the shoulder. “Okay, I’ll see you in a few minutes then.” She pushed herself up to her feet and headed for the door. Asami shut the door behind her once she was in the hall then slumped backwards against it. She shut her eyes and inhaled then exhaled slowly. As she stood there her thoughts drifted away until her mind was clear. An image appeared in the black void, unsummoned or consciously sought after. A pair of perfect breasts and the thin layer of cloth covering them. ‘That image isn't going away anytime soon.’

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

Off the shore of the world's coldest desert, amidst a gathering of massive icebergs jutting high out of the ocean, was a solitary craft. The vessel was just wide enough for a single person to sit and long enough for even a tall man to lie down. Its hull was made of hide that had been stretched taut then lashed onto a frame wrought of wood. A single person dressed in bulky furs covering them from head to toe sat in the middle of the craft. Next to the occupant's boots rested a spear and two woven buckets filled to the brim with fish. An almost total silence hung in the air save for the faint splash of an oar dipping into the glacial water. The boat passed beneath an archway of ice and exited the mass of icebergs when its occupant dug their paddle into the water and came to an abrupt halt. Further ahead in the bay was a ship, perhaps twenty times as long as the other and its top deck was nearly as high in the air as the icebergs lurking nearby. Dark windows lined the upper levels and its white hull was all sleek lines that curved to a rounded point at the bow. There was another small boat beached on the shore and a solitary figure stood nearby. The person in the boat eased their oar into the water so as not to make a sound and moved backwards towards the area they had come from. The figure on the shore was a man with a wool cap pulled down over his ears. His pants and jacket were both made of the same thick gray canvas . His gloved hands were tucked into his armpits and he shuffled his feet in hopes of keeping his legs warm. Puffs of white mist floated in front of his face as he started to pace in an effort to keep warm. When he turned around a woman with a spear in one hand was standing there. Long dark brown locks of hair framed both sides of her face was standing there and her cyan eyes narrowed as she glared at him. She thrust one arm forwards, fingers curled into a fist. A thick column of water rose up out of the ocean and arced through the air as it slammed against his torso before he could react. Air rushed from his lungs as his back hit the ground with a loud thud. “Roll over and put your hands behind your back.” Her voice was harsh and full of stark anger. He started to roll over before stopping with a grimace. “I think you broke some of my ribs.” She jabbed the spear towards him, but stopped short of skewering his larynx. “Be quiet. One more word and you die.” The woman crooked the fingers of her free hand and a patch of snow by her feet dissolved into liquid as it flew up into the air. She flicked her fingers and the water flew towards the man, wrapping around his chest and arms before hardening into ice. Her forearm moved upwards, raising him off the ground before setting him on his feet. Her spear pointed inland. “Move.” As he turned to face the direction indicated the waterbender waved her hand at the ground. The footprints she had left during her approach began to shake. In seconds the compacted snow had been loosened and resettled until it was even with the surrounding area. She threw a glare towards the man and he started walking while trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his side, a task exacerbated by having to walk on icy ground covered in a thin layer of snow. As they walked she continued wiping out the trail they left in the snow. Several minutes later and the two were climbing up a sloping ridge. After getting to the top the man came to an abrupt halt. On the other side of the ridge, out of sight of the shoreline, were a score of white domes sitting adjacent to a large patch of bare tundra. Most of them were small save for the one in the middle. It was as large as all the others put together and several camel yaks were crunching on greenery spread on the ground in front of it. Men were scattered throughout the domes. Some were busy working carcasses with knives while others packed meat and other parts that had frozen overnight into hide bags. Several of the men weren't doing anything aside from talking animatedly to each other as they glanced at the central igloo. She grabbed the back of the man's jacket and pushed him forward down the slope towards that group. “Nalon!” A wiry man with a thin black beard turned as his name was shouted. “Korra? Bolin? What is going on?” “Why are you all just standing around?” Korra pointed her spear back towards the ocean. “There's a ship out there! We should be breaking camp and getting out of here... wait, Bolin?” Korra blurted out after realizing Nalon hadn't just been speaking to her. “Who is Bolin?” “That would be me.” Korra's head turned towards the man she had attacked earlier. To her surprise, there was still some cheer, albeit strained, on his face despite having his ribs broken then being taken prisoner. He shambled towards Nalon, putting the man between him and Korra. “I don't want to bother you guys, but my side really hurts and it'd be fantastic if you keep her from killing me.” Korra's eyes flicked back and forth between Bolin and Nalon before she thrust her spear into the snow. She waved her hand at Bolin and the band of ice around his chest trickled down the front of his jacket as it dissolved into water. Nalon knowing Bolin's name meant they must have spoken and chosen to leave him at the shoreline at some point. The obvious question was why and it would be best to get the answer from the person responsible for that decision. “Do what you want with him.” Korra strode past them before pushing past the thick curtain hanging in the entryway of the central igloo. Dozens of hide bags and baskets full from the efforts of the hunters lined the walls of the igloo. In the middle, sitting cross-legged atop a pair of furs were two people. The first was the largest and tallest man in their hunting party, perhaps of the entire Southern Water Tribe. There might be some who were near as heavy, but none of those scant few had muscles anywhere near as thick as his. A pointed beard covered his chin and his dark brown hair rested on his shoulders. He turned to look behind him as she came in. “Hello, Korra.” “Hello, dad.” Korra replied as she looked at the chief of her tribe, her father. Over the years she had seen a myriad of emotions on his face. Rage, grief, adoration, determination and fear just to name a few, but now there was one that she hadn't encountered before. Disquiet. Korra swung her attention towards the other person present and the only possible reason why her father seemed troubled. Their neck and everything south of it was hidden beneath a bulky canvas coat and pants, both the same dull gray. Despite that, a single look at the woman's heart shaped face with its high cheekbones and ruby lips was enough for Korra to realize she was looking at the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Glossy raven tresses spilled out from underneath a wool cap, her face was near as pale as the snow and a pair of light green eyes was looking back at her. “Who is this?” Left unspoken was the word outsider, but the woman seemed to pick up on it if that faint sardonic smile was any indication. “This is who you were speaking of, Tonraq?” Her father nodded and the woman gave Korra an appraising glance as she switched the position of her legs. “Well then, I suppose I should start from the beginning then. Would you care to take a seat? This isn't a short conversation.” Korra glanced at the space available next to Tonraq before folding her arms across her chest. The woman waited a few seconds, but Korra didn't move. “Okay then... well my name is Asami Sato and I have some good news for you. The Fire Lord has died.” Her legs started to buckle and Korra rushed to sit down lest they give way beneath her. The sister who had bested her brother to claim the throne was gone. The Fire Lord who had ordered her raiders to kill everyone instead of searching for waterbenders was no more. Her forces had harried the Southern Water Tribe without relent until they fled inland. They had taken up shelter in the most remote locations they could find. Places of such intense cold that any person who could bend fire found themselves unable to do so. Even that hadn't been enough to dissuade them and they came with sword and spear, axe and bow, determined to achieve their grim task. Their ships patrolled the shores night and day, hoping to find the hunting camps that kept their people from dying of starvation. The faceless enemy who haunted Korra's dreams as far back as she could remember was gone. Azula was dead. “How?” “I don't know.” Asami said with a shrug. “There hasn't been any official word, but plenty of rumors over the last month. Heart attack, stroke, poisoned, fell and hit her head. What we do know is that the Fire Nation called all of their forces home and there's reports of fighting in the capital city.” Korra looked to her right towards her father. “This explains why we haven't seen any ships and why there hasn't been any attacks the last month...” Her voice trailed off and she turned her attention back to Asami, suspicion rising within her. “So why are you here? You wouldn't go to the trouble of finding us and letting us know that Azula is dead out of the goodness of your heart.” Asami's eyes widened and she stared at Korra for several seconds, taken aback, before answering. “I guess we'll save the pleasantries for later...” Her back straightened and there was a briskness to her voice that hadn't been there earlier when she spoke again. “I'm from a place called Republic City. It's a metropolis in the northwestern Earth Kingdom. I'll spare you the details, but ever since Azula took the throne she's completely ignored the colonies except for demanding soldiers and taxes. Other than that they've been governing themselves for the last seventy years and now that Azula is dead... we're completely on our own.” “What does any of that have to do with us?” Korra asked, unsure where Asami was going with this. “We haven't had contact with the outside world in decades, aside from Fire Nation soldiers trying to kill us.” “The United Republic, that's what we've named ourselves, is in an unusual position. We're part Fire Nation and part Earth Kingdom, but we don't belong to either nation. After a lot of... discussion, we've decided the best way forward isn't to be a part of either nation. Instead we want to be a place where members of all four nations are welcome. To accomplish that we've formed a council that will have representatives from each nation on it.” “So that's why you're here? To try and find someone to represent the Southern Water Tribe on this council?” Korra mused. “That sounds easy enou-” “That's not quite all.” Asami said as she cut Korra off. “We want stronger ties to the other nations than that. We want to formalize these alliances through...” A red tinge appeared on Asami's cheeks before she almost whispered the last word of her sentence. “...marriage.” Korra's mouth worked silently as she stared blankly at Asami, her mind working overtime to try and process that. After several long moments had passed her head panned towards her father. He might be the most respected chief in the Southern Water Tribe, but he was already married. That could only mean the person Asami was talking about marrying was... “Would you excuse us, Asami?” Korra asked, her voice far calmer than it had been earlier. “S-sure, I'll be outside.” Asami got up to her feet and was out the door in a flash. The instant after the woman stepped outside Korra bunched her hand into a fist and moved it sideways across her chest. The snow-blocks making up the doorway collapsed inwards sealing father and daughter off from the people outside. “Is that what the two of you were talking about when I wasn't here!? Do you really think you could talk about me marrying anyone, let alone an outsider, behind my back!?” Korra slammed her fist against the ground and the walls of the igloo began to shake and flakes of snow fell as she glared at her father. Tonraq looked around him at the walls and ceiling before raising his hand into the air and curling his fingers. The structure shook a moment longer before growing still. “Of course not, Korra. If I had known what she intended to discuss then I would have waited until you returned to camp.” “What were you planning to discuss with her?” “It's like you said, Korra. There haven't been any ships or attacks recently so when Nalon saw their ship, he realized it was a chance to get information.” Korra's eyes flicked towards the wall as she looked away from her father, hoping to conceal her chagrin. That was the exact reason she had brought Bolin here. She hadn't seen any sign of injury to Asami which meant the woman had come of her own free will. If Korra had bothered to talk to Bolin then odds were that he would have done the same thing without her needing to attack him. She had more important things to worry about at the moment, however. “Did you learn anything besides what she told me?” Tonraq shook his head as he frowned at the spot where the door had been. “No, I’m afraid not. The story she told you was the same as the one she told me down to the last detail. Either she’s a good liar or she’s telling the truth…” Korra's brow furrowed while she stared down at the floor, thoughts rushing by as she considered the choices in front of her. “It doesn't matter whether she's lying or not. We don't know what's happening in the world and accepting her offer is the best way to find out.” Her father rubbed at his beard, as if trying to find the right words, before replying. “Are you sure that's what you want to do? If your goal is information then we can build you a boat capable of crossing the ocean and you wouldn't have to... marry this woman.” “I get it.” Korra said as she put a hand on Tonraq's shoulder. “You taught me that people should marry for love. However, you've also taught me that a chief has to put their people first. If I do this then I can find out about this so-called United Republic and I can try to get in touch with the Northern Water Tribe. If Azula really is gone and the war is over then I can do more to help us rebuild out there than I can from here.” “It could be a trap.” “Maybe, but I've fought my way out of plenty of tough situations before. This is worth the risk though. Any other objections?” “Aside from figuring out what I'm going to tell your mother? No. I just wish that you weren't the one who has to do this.” Korra waited a moment longer, but nothing more was forthcoming and she rose to her feet. She waved her fingers at the curtain and the blocks behind it separated themselves from each other. “Would you come in, Asami?” The other woman stepped back into the igloo and fixed her gaze on Korra. “What is it?” As Korra stepped forward she realized the other woman was taller than her and she had to look up to meet those green eyes. She took Asami's gloved hands in hers and took a deep breath to steady herself. “So we've talked it over and I accept your offer. I'll marry you.” For her people's sake.

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Chapter 14 - Chapter 14

“The Golden Dragon.” Korra read as she looked up at the front of the restaurant. Mounted above the door was the beast in question, wrought from brass that gleamed bright even in the setting sun. Its head pointed downwards so that anyone coming or going through the door had to pass beneath the gaze of its red eyes. “So what kind of food are we going to get here? I wouldn't say no to some more sausages like what we had on your ship.” Asami pulled the door open and held it for Korra. “I don’t want to ruin the surprise so I’ll just say this place serves a variety of foods.” Korra pursed her lips as she gave the dragon sculpture a second look before heading into the restaurant. A woman dressed in a black shirt and pants was standing behind a wooden podium. “Good evening ladies and welcome to the Golden Dragon. My name is Pelo. Is it just the two of you tonight?” “Yes. Is there any chance we could get a private room or booth, Pelo? Korra and I would prefer to keep our privacy tonight.” Pelo’s eyes flitted over to Korra and she picked up a pair of menus from inside the podium. “Of course. The private rooms are taken, but several of our couples booths are available. If you’ll follow me.” She headed to her left past a row of booths with wide black leather seats facing each other across gray marble tables full of striations. At the end of the line were yet more identical booths save for the addition of purple curtains that could be pulled shut. Pelo waited until Korra and Asami had seated themselves before setting the menus down in front of them. “Have either of you dined here before?” “I have.” Asami answered with a smile. “I was actually hoping to explain this restaurant to Korra myself if you don't mind.” “Okay, great. Can I get either of you anything to drink?” “Just some water for now, thank you.” Asami answered. Pelo stepped back and drew the curtain shut. The booth grew darker, the only source of illumination being a wall-fixed lamp emitting warm yellow-orange light. Asami rested her hands on the menu in front of her as she turned her attention to Korra. “So this here-” She pointed at a black panel with a small light bulb and round dial in one corner located in the middle of the table. "-is a burner that heats things up. In this case that thing would be a fondue pot.” “Fondue?” Korra glanced down at the burner then back up at Asami, one of her eyebrows arching into a curve. “I don't know what that is.” “I'm not sure where the hot pot was first invented. Some people say it's Fire Nation, others think it came from the Earth Kingdom. Either way the idea is that you heat up broth in a pot and use it to cook your food. A few years ago a chef from Republic City had the idea of using something other than water in a hot pot. They played around with the idea and eventually came up with several different recipes that worked, called it fondue and opened the Golden Dragon.” “Huh. That's definitely not what I was expecting.” Korra murmured. “What kind of liquids did this chef come up with?” A knocking came from the edge of Korra’s seat. “May I open the curtain?” Korra glanced towards the voice to see the shadow of a figure looming on the curtain separating them from the rest of the restaurant. She pulled the edge back enough to see an unfamiliar woman with brown hair and a polite smile that seemed to have been on her face for so long that it had frozen in place. She was wearing the same black outfit as Pelo and she held a tray with two glasses of water in one hand. “Go ahead.” The woman pulled the curtain back and set the glasses down, one in front of each of them. “Hello, I’m Rini and I’ll be your server tonight.” She pulled out a notepad and pen from a pocket of the apron tied around her waist. “Have you had a chance to look over the menu yet?” Asami slid her unopened menu towards Rini. “No, not yet. Could we have a couple of minutes?” “Sure! I’ll be back in a bit.” Rini put her notepad away and stepped back before closing the curtain. “So I was thinking we should get their three-course meal. That lets us pick one of each cooking style. Well, it lets you pick one of each style, Korra. I’m fine with whatever you want to get.” Korra grabbed her menu off the table and opened it up. "Three-course meal." She murmured while scanning through the text printed on it. After a few seconds she paused. "Okay there it is. Uhhh I'm not sure how to say this word. Coke aw vin?" "Coq au vin." Asami gently corrected her pronunciation. "It basically means something cooked in wine." "Coq Au Vin. Coq. Au. Vin. " Korra murmured to herself as she committed the words to memory. "Okay, so this says I pick one of each cooking style. Well I don't know what half these words are referring to so would you mind naming all these pieces of food me for me, Asami?" "Of course." Korra looked at the menu a few moments longer before setting it down and pulling the curtain open. She stuck her head out and looked in one direction then another for their server. "Where is she?" "She'll be back in a bit. We're not the only table Rini is waiting on. Once it's our turn Rini will take our order." "I guess so... but I hate waiting." Korra grumbled as she slumped in the booth. "So you seem to know a lot about this place. Do you come here often?" "I suppose." Asami shrugged and picked up her glass to take a drink before elaborating further. "This has been one of my favorite restaurants ever since it opened. I've come by every couple of months for about the last..." Asami hand paused in the middle of setting her glass down and she gave a small smile while bemusedly shaking her head. "I guess it's been a decade now hasn't it?" Korra frowned and shifted uncomfortably, but said nothing. A moment later and Rini returned. "All right. "Have you decided what you want to order?" "Yes, we want to do the three course meal." Korra said as she picked her menu back up. "We'll have the milk chocolate and peanut butter, the aged cheddar and the spice infused wine." "All right, do you want anything to drink? We have a selection of wines and spirits if you're interested." "No thank you." Asami stated. "Water is just fine for us." "Okay, I'll be back with your coq au vin." Rini grabbed the menu off the table before holding out her hand for the menu Korra was holding. After the waterbender handed it over, Rini headed off towards the front of the restaurant. In the meantime Korra gave Asami a questioning, and slightly annoyed, look. "Why did you say that? I wanted to try one of these spirits that the menu mentions. The coconut daiquiri sounded tasty." Asami froze stiff before sharply inhaling and holding her breath for a moment. “Can I ask you a question, Korra? How much do you know about alcohol?” “Uhh... it's a disinfectant you can use on wounds or weapons.” A puzzled Korra responded. “We didn't have any way of making our own in the south, but sometimes we'd... 'acquire' some from Fire Nation raiding parties... why do you ask?” “Well, spirits are drinks with alcohol in them.” Asami explained. Korra's eyes widened as her mouth worked silently as she tried to process that tidbit. After a moment she managed to gather herself enough to begin sputtering. “I-you-what? People put alcohol in their drinks? Alcohol is what you used to clean out wounds so they don't get infected. Why would someone want to drink that stuff!?” Asami glanced up towards the ceiling before answering. “It can make people feel good. After you've had a couple of drinks you start getting looser and less inhibited. People going to parties like to drink for that reason. Others like the taste. It's not a magic elixir though. If you drink too much alcohol then you can start vomiting or pass out. Heavy drinking also leads to a massive headache the next day which is why I don't drink. Hangovers are no fun.” Asami's cheeks colored and she looked at the table as if suddenly fascinated by the lines in it. Korra pursed her lips. She could sense a story behind Asami's words, but her fiancée's body language was all but screaming discomfort so she decided to drop it and the conversation lapsed into silence. Korra wiped away a bead of condensation from her glass before picking it up for a drink. By the time she set it back down Rini had reappeared, a tray in her hands. Laden upon it was a copper pot covered in the marks of the hammer that had shaped it, forks, a pair of small plates, several small bowls full of meat and two sets of metal skewers wrapped in napkins. She set the tray down and began placing the bowls and skewers in front of them. Rini set the pot on the burner, turned the dial, then placed two stiff pieces of paper in front of each of them. “So these are the recommended cooking times for each type of meat in front of you. Since you cook your own food the Golden Dragon is not responsible for any food-borne illnesses resulting from the consumption of raw or under-cooked food. The light-bulb there will turn green once it hits the specified temperature so you can start cooking. When you've finished this course, flag me down and I'll bring you the next one.” “Thank you, Rini.” Asami said as she started to unwrap the skewers on her side of the table. Rini shut the curtain and headed off once again. Korra pulled one of the skewers out of her napkin and held it up in the air as she looked at it then at the ones Asami had. “How are we supposed to tell these apart? They look exactly the same.” “Look at the ends, Korra. Mine have blue ends and yours have red ends.” Asami turned the skewer in her hand to show off a blue cap attached to the base. “Ah, that makes sense.” Korra twisted her hand to look at the bottom of her skewer. “Actually you know what? We should switch since your favorite color is red.” She picked up the other three red skewers and held them out towards Asami. “Oh, well thank you, Korra. That’s very nice of you.” Asami took the skewers Korra was proffering in her left hand while handing over the blue skewers with her right. “Well, let’s get started then.” She pointed at one of the bowls with her red skewer. “So this is garlic sirloin. That’s meat from a cow.” Asami pointed at the others in turn as she continued. “This one is shrimp, pork from a pig, and last we have some chicken breast in this bowl.” Once the light turned green Korra stabbed a dark red cube covered in small specks with one of her skewers. The roiling liquid in the pot hissed as the piece of meat dipped below the surface. “You know I think this is the first time I've ever cooked something.” Korra mused as watched Asami stick some of her own beef into the pot. “This is actually pretty fun.” “Glad to hear it.” A relieved smile crossed Asami's face as she spoke and she leaned back against her seat. “I don't know what kind of foods you like so I wasn't sure whether this would appeal to you or not.” “Are you kidding?” Korra exclaimed in disbelief as she retrieved her piece of sirloin. “Literally everything I've eaten since meeting you has tasted better than the things I ate in the south pole. Kelp and frozen liver is nothing compared to this.” She rapped her skewer on the rim of the pot to knock the excess oil off before putting the point in her mouth and biting the meat off. “What are you doing, Korra?” An aghast Asami half rose out of her seat, one hand reaching towards the waterbender. “Your skewers are just for cooking. You're not supposed to eat off them.” “I'm not?” Korra said, her mouth still half full. She looked down at her side of the table while swallowing. “Oh, that's what these forks are for.” Korra grabbed the fork and scraped the remaining portion of her sirloin off the skewer. “Is it still okay to use this after I just ate off it?” Asami eyed the skewer in question with a wary look. “I know the oil is hot enough to sterilize the skewer, logically speaking, but it’d still make me queasy if you used that one again. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t.” Korra set the skewer in question aside and stabbed the meat with her fork. She moaned in bliss after it went down. “This is soooo good!” A smile creased Asami’s face as she watched Korra’s reaction and she retrieved the piece she was cooking. “Right? I’ve always loved the garlic rub they use here. Let me know what you think of the other kinds.” Korra grabbed her remaining three skewers and pierced a piece of the three types of meat that she hadn't tried yet. After she had finished cooking and eating them Korra drummed her fingers. "The sirloin is definitely the best, then pork and chicken. I didn't like the shrimp as much." "That's not surprising. Seafood is tricky. It's good when done right, but it's really easy to mess up." Asami said as she placed her skewers back into the pot. "If you want I can ask the chefs to pick up some lobster or crab, maybe mussels and clams for you to try." "That'd be great. I want to try as many new foods as I can. Let's finish this quickly so we can get to the next pot. I'm curious about this cheese fondue." Once Rini had bussed away the skewers and dishes they had already used, she returned with identical sets save for their contents. The fondue pot held a yellow liquid inside of it and the bowls all contained a different kind of bread. Asami glanced at them for a moment then up at Rini. "What kind of breads are these? It's been a while since I've gotten this kind of cheese fondue so I don't remember." "Not a problem." Rini's finger moved from one bowl to the next as she spoke. "Right now our bread selection with the aged cheddar fondue is white, whole wheat, rye and cornbread. Just so you know, this is only a dipping sauce so you don't have to wait for your food to cook like you did with your previous fondue." The waitress turned the dial to a lower setting before glancing at their glasses. Both were close to empty. "Would you like a pitcher of water?" "Yes please. That would be great." Asami answered. The dial turned green as Rini returned and set the pitcher down before closing the curtain yet again. Korra grabbed one of the new skewers and got herself a piece of the rye bread. She popped it into her mouth and immediately let out a quiet murmur of appreciation as the sharp tasting liquid coated her taste-buds. "This is really good too. It's... I'm not sure what the right word is. How would you describe this? And the meat?" "I'd say this is tangy." Asami said after she took a bite of the cheddar soaked bread to see for herself. "As for the meat, I'd say that was savory, maybe juicy as well... and we haven't gotten there yet, but the chocolate fondue is going to be sweet." “Okay. What's the differences between all these pieces of bread, Asami? Is it how long they were cooked?” “That can be part of it, but mostly it's the kind of grain used to make the bread. Wheat, rye and corn are all different plants. I'd say the rye is more sour though most, if not all, of what we're tasting right now is the cheddar.” Asami stated as she dipped her bread into the cheese before setting it down on her plate. Korra grunted in acknowledgment as she continued to eat. A few short minutes later and their pieces of bread were rubbing against the bottom of the pot in order to soak up the remaining dregs. After she finished off her last piece Korra pulled the curtain open to look around. Rini was standing a short distance away, a tray in her hands as she tended to another table. Her eyes briefly made contact with Korra's and a few minutes after that the last pot and accompanying food and cutlery was in front of them. “So I've had those before. Apples right?” She waited for Asami's affirmative response before glancing at the other three bowls. "What are the rest of these?" "Strawberries, broccoli and cauliflower." Once the bulb turned green Korra stabbed one of the red fruits covered in minuscule pits and dipped it into the dark liquid. Once it was on her fork she held it up in front of her face, rotating it before taking a small, tentative bite. Her brows rose up as far as they could and a second later she had shoved the whole fruit into her mouth. “This is the best thing I've ever tasted” Korra moaned once she had swallowed it down. “Where has chocolate been my entire life!?” Asami giggled as Korra hurried to grab her other skewers and stab more of her fruits and vegetables, frantic for more. “And that's why I brought you here. I was curious how you'd react after tasting chocolate for the first time.” “Huh.” Korra grunted as she chewed through a fibrous stalk of broccoli. Once she was finished she cleared her throat. “Well, I'm glad you did. This stuff is amazing and I want more of it. Can you have your chefs make this for us at home?” Asami tapped her chin. “I suppose it's possible, but it'd be easier to just buy some. I'll make sure the kitchen staff gets some on their next shopping run.” “Thank you, Asami.” Korra said, a wave of gratitude rushing through her. She turned her attention back to her meal, eager for more. After they had run out of food to dip Asami turned the dial to shut the burner off then opened the curtain the final time. A few moments later and Rini popped up to carry their dishes away and leave a black book with the bill and a pen in it. Asami skimmed through it before leaving a couple of bills in it and jotting something on the bill before standing up and heading for the exit. Once out of the warm restaurant and in the damp evening air she shivered and hugged her arms to her sides. “It's chilly out here.” She muttered. “Hey, Asami.” Korra said as she tapped on the dark haired woman's shoulder and Asami turned to face her. “I wanted to say this was a really fun trip today. You went above and beyond today.” She took a step closer and slid her arms around the other woman while resting her head against one shoulder. “Thank you.” Asami's hands wavered for a few seconds before they rose up from her sides to Korra's shoulder blades as she returned the embrace. “You're welcome, Korra. I'm glad you enjoyed it.” Korra let go after a moment and she stepped away. She raised her arms up into the air as she stretched the muscles in her back. Her head dipped towards one shoulder as she rubbed at her neck and Korra looked upwards at the sky. She froze in position for an instant before turning around to look the other direction with a frown. “Where are the stars?” “The stars?” Asami repeated as she looked up past the buildings and towers looming around them in every direction. “They're right... oh I see what's confusing you. It's the light pollution from being in the city.” “The what?” “Light pollution. There's millions of light bulbs in Republic City shining up into the sky. All those beams of light 'drown' out the stars so to speak so they're much less visible.” Asami explained. Korra stared up for a moment longer before turning away. “That's too bad. I always loved watching the stars at night when I was growing up. Let's go.” Asami lingered as she gave the sky another considering look before heading towards the vehicle, a small smile on her lips appearing for a brief moment. It had been a good day.

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Chapter 7 - Chapter 7

Asami yawned as she stretched her arms up towards the ceiling, pulling the muscles in her back tight. After a moment she let her arms fall as she glanced down at her bed. The mattress she was presently sitting on was the same exact same kind as the one in her quarters on her yacht and the sheets and blankets were made out of the same silk and down feathers. Despite their identical natures it was the bedding in this room, not the ones on the yacht, that felt like home to Asami. After a month of traveling it felt good to wake up in her own bed once again. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and slid her feet into a pair of slippers before trudging towards her bedroom door, more the thing next to it. Near waist height was a square wooden box containing rows of buttons, each labeled with one of the rooms in the house. She pressed her finger against the one above the word 'kitchen'. There was a short buzzing sound, one she knew was also being heard by the occupants of said room. A signal to let them know she was expecting breakfast. Asami turned away as she headed into her bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, when she came out, hair and body clad in white towel and bathrobe respectively, she had company. One of them she had been expecting, a man named Paran, cart bearing her breakfast and all. The other brought her to a halt. "Kika? What are you doing here?" Asami asked, surprised at the presence of the maidservant she had assigned to tend to Korra's quarters the previous day. "Begging your pardon, Miss Sato." Kika began as she wrung her hands. "I didn't wish to bother you, but I'm having a bit of a concern in performing my duties. I'm not sure how to address it and I thought it would be best to ask for your advice since you've known the new missus longer than I." 'Oh joy. What have you done now, Korra?' Asami resisted the urge to rub at her temples as she sensed a headache on its way despite the fact she hadn't even been awake a half hour yet. "What's happened?" "Well, I thought I'd surprise the new missus with today's edition of the RC Times and breakfast, but the door wouldn't budge and it felt unnaturally cold for some reason." 'Again?' Asami looked down at the robe she was wearing as she weighed her options, but really there was only one realistic path available to her at the moment. "Paran, take my breakfast over to Korra's room. You go with him, Kika. I'll be there once I've changed." Asami grabbed a white shirt and blue jeans along with a change of underwear from her closet. Nothing fancy, but she wasn't leaving the estate today so dressing up wasn't a requirement. Kika, Paran and their respective carts were waiting in the hall when she got there. Asami stopped next to the cart that Kika had brought and picked the newspaper up off it. A small grin ran across her face as she looked at the front page. "Ah. I see why you brought this, Kika. That was a good idea." She set the paper back down on the cart before placing her hand against the door to Korra's room. A familiar chill was emanating from it and Asami shook her head while suppressing the urge to roll her eyes. She drew her fist back and thumped it against the door several times. "Korra, would you please open the door?" Asami asked, hoping that she had managed to keep the irritation she was feeling from showing up in her voice. As she waited Asami folded her arms across her chest and tried to ignore the glances Paran and Kika were exchanging when they thought she wasn't looking. Her serving staff were meticulous and dedicated to their craft, but their love of gossip ran just as strong. As soon as they were out of her presence they would be scurrying off with wagging tongues and rumors would be flying before long. The door opened a crack and Korra peered out before opening the door all the way. "Is something wrong, Asami?" "No, nothing's wrong. I just thought you might like to have breakfast with me this morning." Korra shrugged and pushed the door open wider before disappearing back into her room. Asami waved one hand towards the door and Paran and Kika wheeled their carts in behind her as she entered. She paused for a moment as she glanced over at Korra's bed. The blankets had all been pulled off and were lying in a pile on the floor next to the bed. She frowned then shook her head in dismissal. 'Question for later.' Paran and Kika pushed their carts up to a square table covered in a white tablecloth and began unloading their contents onto it. Slices of toast with spreads of butter and honey available, two bowls of rice with accompanying soy sauce, potatoes that had been diced and roasted in garlic along with a container of steaming tea. Once they had finished the two took their carts and left. Asami picked up her fork, but paused before taking a bite. "I have a question if you don't mind, Korra. Why did you freeze the door shut? I get what you were worried about on the yacht, but that's not a concern here." "I know. I had to use the bathroom and wash myself so I needed a way to make sure Kika didn't walk in on me." Korra said as she eyed the food before selecting a bowl of rice and the spoon next to it. "I see. Well, then you could have just locked the door with the key instead of freezing it shut." Asami pointed out. Korra leaned to one side as she looked past Asami at the door. "Where is this key you're talking about?" "It should be hanging from a hook next to the callbox." Asami said before taking a bite of the potatoes. Korra's eyes moved up and down and from side to side as she scanned the area in question before returning to sitting upright. 'Suppose I shouldn't be surprised she's not familiar with that kind of device. What good would a deadbolt or padlock be for a tribe of waterbenders who live in igloos? Let's change the subject.' Asami stood up and grabbed the newspaper off the cart. She turned and held it so that the headline and the photo beneath it were facing Korra. The waterbender frowned as she looked at it. "What the... that's from yesterday, when we on the dock with Chazok. Is that a painting? How could he paint something so detailed in less than a day? That's not possible even for the best painter in the world." "It's a photo, not a painting. Basically the camera captures light reflecting off something or someone and uses a chemical reaction to record it on a material called film. After that the film gets developed into a photograph. Chazok took a photo of us yesterday and this is the result." Asami set the paper down on Korra's side of the table before retaking her seat. "There's also an article if you want to read it." Korra snatched the paper up and she began to read out loud. "Sato Expedition a Triumph. When the expedition was first announced reactions were mixed. Asami Sato had been showered with praise for selflessly volunteering to secure an alliance for the United Republic through marriage. However, her decision to travel to the South Pole raised a fair number of eyebrows and was derided as a fool's errand by some. There's been no contact with the Southern Water Tribe in decades. The only clue that there was still life in the South Pole was the blockade line of warships surrounding the South Pole day and night. A few intrepid fishermen had ventured far enough south and found those ships were gone in recent weeks. Even so, there was no guarantee that Asami Sato and company would be able to make contact with the Southern Water Tribe or what kind of response they would receive if they did. Furthermore their journey took them far beyond the range of the southernmost radio towers so they were unable to call for help should anything go wrong in the harsh and inhospitable polar regions. Despite all of the obstacles and perils facing her Asami Sato returned in triumph to Republic City yesterday morning, her new fiancée, Korra, at her side. Yours truly hasn't had the pleasure of an interview yet, but was able to make a few observations nonetheless. At first glance she appears... as unladylike as one could imagine with overly bulky muscles, crude clothing, and a lack of care for her appearance that any lady of refinement would find appalling.” Her voice came to an abrupt halt and the paper quivered in her hands for a moment before Korra resumed reading. “Even so, there was a fluid confidence in both her stride and the way she carried herself that is rare among women of Republic City and her figure is ample enough to draw an admirer's eye. While yours truly didn't get a chance to speak with Korra, she did utter one phrase that is most illuminating. 'What's a camera?' It's plain to this reporter, based on such a statement, that Korra seems ignorant of the modern marvels that science has brought to the United Republic. No need to worry though, folks. There's no one better equipped to make a civilized woman out of this barbarian queen than Asami Sato. With that being said, this reporter can't help but wonder what kind of woman Korra is and how she'll fare as the newest member of the Council. Watch this space for more.” The waterbender's fingers curled into a pair of fists and a tear ripped through the paper as they pulled in opposite directions. She flung the paper aside and her eyes narrowed as she fumed. “Why that lousy, no-good snake! I. Am. Not. A. Barbarian.” Korra growled through gritted teeth. 'And she's angry again. Guess I should have read that article before giving it to her. Well, time to change the subject. Again.' “You know, he is right about one thing. Nobody in Republic City knows anything about you. That includes me as well. You're a hunter and a protector, but that's the extent of my knowledge. Do you have any hobbies or other things you do for fun?” “Why do you want to know?” “I'm trying to make things between us less awkward. Our marriage might not be romantic in nature, but if we find some common ground then maybe we can learn to work together at the very least.” Asami set her fork down on the plate and she grabbed the other bowl of rice and spoon. “I guess that makes sense.” Korra pursed her lips as she considered Asami's question. “I'm not really sure. When I'm not on duty or working then I'm usually practicing my waterbending or kickboxing, helping train others or whatever tasks need doing around the village. When I did have some spare time I would play chess sometimes.” “Chess?” Asami's eyes lit up and she pushed her chair back from the table and stood up. “Just a second.” She walked over to the door, opening it and sticking her head outside. “Kika, would you please go and fetch us a chess set?” Korra glanced at the door with a bewildered expression as Asami sat back down. “Was she just standing out there while we eat?” “Well... yes.” Asami said as if it were perfectly normal. “She and Paran are there in the event you or I decide we're still hungry or if there's a particular kind of food we're in the mood for. If that happens they'd notify the cooks, but otherwise they're waiting to take our dishes back to the kitchen.” “And she's going to do this every time I eat?” Korra asked. “Yes.” Korra opened her mouth for a second before hesitating then closing it. After several seconds she took a drink of her tea and started to eat in silence. A couple of minutes later and Kika returned after they had finished eating. She was carrying a marble board inlaid with alternating squares of white marble and black onyx in one hand. In the other was a wooden box filled with pieces that had been carved by hand. The maid set them down on the table and picked up some of the dishes that had been set aside. “Will either of you be wanting anything else?” Asami shot a glance at Korra, who wordlessly shook her head and Asami looked back at Kika. “That'll be all, Kika.” The maid curtsied despite the dishes in her hand and loaded them onto her cart before coming back for the rest which she placed on the second. As she wheeled the first towards the door Asami grabbed two pieces, one of each color, and stuck her hands behind her back. Asami swapped the pieces between her hands several times then held two closed fists out across the table. “Pick one.” Korra tapped the hand on her left and Asami’s hand unfolded to reveal white. “You go first.” Korra dragged the box closer towards her and she began lifting the pieces out and placing them onto the board. By the time she was finished two differently colored rows of pieces were lined up on each side. Asami gave Kika a small smile as she came back for the cart still in the room. "Thank you, Kika. Convey my compliments to the cooks. The potatoes were especially good." Korra put on fingers on a piece in her front row and pushed it forward two spaces. ‘e4. Most common opening so that doesn't tell me much about her style or strategies. Let's try... c5 and see how she reacts.'  Asami pushed the pawn on that file forward. Almost immediately Korra grabbed a piece with the head of a horse and set it on a square diagonal to her first. 'nf3. Now that's interesting. If I was playing someone from Republic City I might think they'd read a book on chess openings. That can't be the case for Korra though. She's already told me how rare wood was in the south which means they wouldn't waste it on a book of that nature. This must just be a coincidence.' Asami pushed another of her pawns forward after a moment's consideration. The waterbender was quick to respond once again as she moved her other center pawn forward. Each of the next several turns followed the same pattern of Asami taking some time to consider her next move and Korra moving almost immediately. Asami frowned at the board. "You're moving awfully fast. Maybe you should slow down a little, Korra." Her statement elicited a dismissive shrug from the waterbender. "It's the beginning of the game. No point in thinking that hard about my moves until more pieces are in play." A frown creased Asami's face when she looked back down at the board a few moves later. Korra had seized full control of the center and was pushing hard up the left side at the same time. Her eyes darted from one of Korra's pieces to the next, but every single one of them was protected. There were trades available to her, but each of them would leave her at a positional disadvantage. She moved a pawn forward to challenge Korra's structure in the center.  "Who taught you to play? You're pretty good at this." "My dad taught me. It was part of my training when I was learning to waterbend." Korra said as she moved one of her knights so that it was threatening Asami's queen. "Playing chess was part of your waterbending training? How would chess help with waterbending?" Asami's brow furrowed as she looked at Korra quizzically. "It was the concepts involved in chess that my dad wanted me to learn. Being able to analyze the situation, how to think ahead, trying to predict your opponent, positioning yourself. That sort of thing. It's your move by the way." Asami bit her lip as she looked at the board. Her queen was at risk and Korra's was tucked away beyond her reach so there was no way to trade queen for queen. She started looking at the surrounding squares, looking for the best place to move her queen, when the trap she had blundered into became apparent. Asami had boxed herself in and Korra had slammed the door shut with her last move. There wasn't anywhere for her queen to go. Asami scanned the rest of the board as she looked for some sort of weakness or opening that she could exploit. After a minute she shook her head. “You got me. That was a nice play.” A crooked grin spread across Korra’s face. “Thanks, but I only got you because you underestimated me. I don’t think you’ll be making that mistake again.” ‘No… no I won’t. Chazok’s wrong about you, Korra. You're not a barbarian. That's good to know, but it brings up another question. What are you?’

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Chapter 6 - Chapter 6

After a minute of traveling Asami brought the car to a halt at an intersection of two roads. Korra turned her head as she looked at the building to her right. From her vantage point in the harbor, it had been apparent that some of the buildings in Republic City rose high into the air. Now that she was looking up at them from their base, it became apparent that her perspective had been flawed and she was only now seeing their true scale. This building stretched so far up that it would cast a shadow over the mightiest cliffs in the south. She looked to her left only to see a building that was even taller than the first one. Her head tilted further and further back, but the apex of this tower remained hidden from her gaze. “Are you cold at all, Korra? I can turn the heat on if you want.” Korra glanced to her left before shaking her head. “No. Honestly this air is a lot warmer than I'm used to.” “Oh. Well I'm getting a bit chilly.” Asami turned a dial and hot air poured out of vents in front of them. “I should have put the top up before getting on the road, but I wasn't thinking.” One of the lights hanging from a pole in front of them went black and a green light below it appeared. A few seconds later and their car was rolling through the intersection. On the other side were more towers looming far overhead to her left and right. Towers behind her and towers in front of her, all filling up her field of vision, innumerable metric tons of concrete and glass pressing in on her. Korra closed her eyes, not wanting to look at the city around her anymore. “Let me know when we get there.” There were plenty of more intersections in the city if the frequency of the car coming to a brief halt before accelerating again were any indication. At first she could hear the voices of people when they stopped, but before long there was only the sound of cars and in time even those faded. Korra cracked one eye open a sliver then they both opened all the way as she straightened up in her seat while looking to her right. “Stop the car.” Asami kept the car going straight ahead for a minute longer before she pulled over onto a patch of gravel next to the side of the road. “What is it, Korra?” She asked while looking at her passenger, unsure what was going on. Korra fumbled with her buckle for a few seconds before finding the button to release her belt. Once free she didn't bother to open the door, instead hopping out of the car. She stepped forward and raised her hand into the air. After a moment she moved her hand forward until her palm came into contact with the rough bark of a tree while she looked up at branches bare save for the occasional leaf that remained attached in defiancé of winter. “Is everything alright, Korra?” A perplexed looking Asami asked from a short distance away. “There aren’t any trees in the south. Too much wind and not enough dirt I guess. Sometimes trees washed up on our shore. It wasn't very common though and we always considered ourselves fortunate when we came across one.” Her head swiveled as she gazed at her surroundings. In every direction stood trees with broad trunks and gnarled roots protruding from the grassy floor of the forest. “I always thought trees must be rare, but it can't be...” Korra's hand fell from the tree and her shoulders slumped. “...not if a place like this exists. We weren't fortunate. We were that desperate.” Asami moved forward and rested her hand on Korra's shoulder. “I'm so sorry. I can't imagine how difficult life must have been for you and your people, but I can help if you want. I know all the richest people in town so I could host a gala to raise money for a relief effort. Food, medicine, blankets, those sorts of things.” Korra spun around towards Asami, a look of disbelief on her face, as she knocked Asami's arm aside. “Even if you did that, why would a bunch of outsiders want to help us? They haven't bothered in the past so why would that change because you threw a party?” Korra demanded. “Look, Korra. I get it.” Asami began, looking like she was ready to rip chunks of her hair out. “You’ve spent your whole life dealing with soldiers who were trying to kill you. The thing is that there’s good people in the world and they'll be willing to help if you ask. But if you keep being this belligerent then people aren't going to be sympathetic or less willing to lend a hand and that will hurt your people. ” Color rushed to Korra's face and she flinched. During her years protecting her people she had received her fair share of wounds in battle. All of those had been physical in nature and easy enough to remedy. Asami's barb dug deeper, hitting a spot none of the firebenders had ever been able to reach. Her hands reflexively balled into fists before she forced herself to relax and straighten her fingers. “You're right... I'm sorry. Tact's never been my strong suit. If the war is really over then it I guess it's time I learn.” “Well, being willing to admit that is a good start. Come on, we're only a couple of minutes away.” Asami spun her wheel to the left and their vehicle pulled off the weathered road onto a driveway of unmarred stone. After going straight ahead for half a kilometer Asami turned left again onto a road running along the edge of the estate. Korra leaned forward and she gazed to her right over the gardens that lay between them and the estate's interior regions. A pair of massive stone towers white as untarnished snow and their much smaller brother loomed over the first two terraces of the estate. Large stairways, some straight while others curved, ran between them. Rising up from the topmost terrace was a structure as massive as many of the buildings she had seen in the city, although not as tall. The front section of the house was long and straight and at the rear stood an enormous rotunda capped with a dome. The walls were made of the same stone as the towers and all the roofs in sight were stained with a dark and metallic brown coat of paint. “This is your home!? How big is your family?” Korra exclaimed in disbelief. Only a few days ago her home had been a tiny igloo and now she was surrounded by a sprawling estate. “How big?” Asami echoed, confused by the question. “There's only two of us, me and my dad, but it'll be three once you and I are married.” Korra looked away from the estate at her fiancé, her brow growing more furrowed by the second. “Only two of you? All by yourselves? Then why is this place so enormous? A hundred people could live there, easy.” “Well, we don’t just live here. We work here as well. My dad and I each have our own office and there’s a couple of garages where we can tinker with prototype engines and the like. We’re also not the only people living here. There’s also the household staff.” “Staff?” “Yep. A place this big needs all kinds of people to take care of it. Speaking of which.” Asami brought the vehicle to a halt in front of a set of doors near the rear of the house. She undid her seatbelt before rising up and waving her arm in the air. “Mazim!” A balding, middle-aged man holding garden shears in one of his gloved hands was leaning over a bush as he examined the roses on it with a critical eye. After Asami called out his name he looked up and waved back at her. “Good morning, Miss Sato. It's great to see you again!” “Is my father here or is he in town?” “I saw his car leave earlier though I don't know if it was Future Industries or Council business.” “I see.” Asami drummed her fingers against her steering wheel for a moment. “Well, we'll cross that bridge later. Please go and tell the other staff I've returned, Mazim. I'd like to speak to everyone so have them meet me outside my office in ten minutes.” “Yes, Miss Sato.” Mazim bowed towards her before hurrying deeper into the gardens away from them. “Fancy taking a quick tour of your new home, Korra? We can't see everything right now, but I think you'll like this part of the mansion.” Asami opened one of the doors and held it for Korra. The waterbender paused after stepping inside as she examined her surroundings. The carpet beneath her boots was a deep crimson and the arched wooden ceiling above her head was a rich brown. Sconces hiding lamps behind them were lined the tan walls in-between plants resting on end tables and elaborate paintings of people and landscape alike. Asami let the door swing shut behind them and she took a left turn at the first intersection then another a moment later. Down the following hallway were three sets of doors, one at the end of the hall and the other two opposite each other. Asami pulled on the handle of the door to the right and she waved Korra inside. Korra took a few steps forward then paused as she looked around the room. Wooden rings attached to the ends of ropes hung from the ceiling. Leather bags shaped like a teardrop were mounted to horizontal boards via a short chain. Next to the tear drop bags were spheres with taut ropes fixed to top and bottom along with a hefty looking cylinder held up by thick chains that would let it swing free when hit. Opposite the bags was some kind of machine with a padded seat above a pair of spinning wheels connected together by a metal chain. Last there were brown leather balls of increasing size lined along a wall. “So this gym is where we work out. I don't know what exercises you did in the south, but you should be able to do them here. If not then I can order whatever you might need.” Asami went to the opposite door and opened it. Straw mats the color of sand covered the floor as well as lining the walls. In one corner were several thick red and black rectangles with handles on the back. Next to the rectangles was a collection of protective gear for various parts of the body. “This is the sparring room. If you train any form of grappling or striking then you can do it here. This room over here is my personal favorite.” Asami pushed the final door open and muggy air, hotter than any Korra had ever felt before, rushed outwards. Several chairs were scattered throughout the room. Some had straight backs and were meant to be sat in, but a few others were for people to lay on. Cerulean water was shooting upwards from the mouth of a lion turtle statue then falling into an oval shaped pool with straight sides. “It might be a silly question since you're a waterbender, but can you swim?” “I can, but I always tried to avoid it whenever possible. The water in the south pole is usually cold enough that it'll kill you if you stay in too long.” “Oh.” Asami said after a momentary silence. “Well we keep the pool at a warm twenty-seven degrees. If you feel like swimming then you can use the pool anytime you'd like... though I suppose we'll have to get you a bathing suit.” Asami mused, almost as an afterthought. “That's a task for another day. Come on, it's a bit of a long walk to my office from here.” When they arrived at Asami's office there were around two dozen people milling around in front of it. Some of the men wore dark suits while several women were dressed in white and black skirts. A few, Mazim among them, were wearing coveralls that were smudged with dirt more often than not. The remainder were wearing white aprons over a myriad of differently colored outfits. Asami clapped her hands together once and the small crowd all straightened up as they turned to face her. “Hello everyone. As you all know I've been away for the last month trying to make contact with the Southern Water Tribe. Well I'm pleased to let you know that the trip was a success and I'd like to introduce you to my fiancé, Korra.” The eyes of every person in the hall focused on her and Korra nervously rubbed the back of her neck as their gaze burrowed into her. “Hello, everybody. Nice to meet all of you.” Asami cleared her throat, drawing her staff's attention back to her much to Korra's relief. “Korra and I will be staying in separate rooms so I'm reassigning you, Kika. You'll take care of her quarters as well as attend to any requests she might make of you.” A thickset woman with wispy brown hair bound up in a bun curtsied. “Yes, Miss Sato.” “Let me introduce you to everyone, Korra then we can finish our tour. You saw Mazim outside and you met Kika just now.” Korra swallowed as Asami gestured at each person as she rattled off their name and what their job was. Learning that the yacht belonged to Asami had been her first clue. Seeing the sheer size of Asami's home had been another. The third and most striking was the people standing in front of her. Cooks and maids, gardeners and handymen. Asami was wealthy to a degree Korra had never encountered. Wealthy to the extent that she and her father could afford to pass off the menial tasks of life onto other people so that they didn't have to bother with any of them. And while she was here, neither did Korra.

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Chapter 8 - Chapter 8

"Where are we going?" Asami paused after looking back over her shoulder and seeing Korra had come to a halt in the middle of the hallway. "Well, you've already seen most of the interesting rooms inside the mansion itself so I figured I'd show you the garage and workshop." The places in question were on the far side of the estate from where Korra and Asami had arrived the previous day. Two squat concrete buildings stood side by side on the other side of the road surrounding the mansion. Both were the same height, but the one on the right was more than twice as wide as its neighbor. It had multiple steel doors that opened by rolling upwards while the smaller building only had one. Asami approached a door sized for people and pulled a ring of keys out of her pocket and unlocked it. Inside two lines of vehicles sitting atop a gleaming floor faced each other from opposing sides of the building. The first vehicle on the left was immediately familiar to Korra. The one Asami had driven them back to the mansion in. Next was a car similar in color, but boxy in shape instead of the sleek curves that Asami’s car possessed. Korra looked back and forth between the two cars before glancing over at the other row. "How do you decide which car you're going to use if you have this many?" "I don't. To be honest I only just use this car here to get around." Asami waved at the vehicle in question. "Sometimes I ride around on my scooter for fun, but not very often. All the rest of these cars are just part of my father’s collection." She pointed at the boxy car. "Like this one here. This was the first Satomobile my father built. Selling this model is how he made his first million yuans." Korra suppressed the urge to frown as she gave the cars in view another appraising look. There were at least twenty here and many of them had been painted vibrant colors. She hadn’t ever seen a car until the previous day, but even someone as ignorant as her about those machines could recognize most of these were of a higher quality than the Satomobile. The contents of this garage weren’t about practical use, they were about showing off in order to bolster the ego of Asami’s father and possibly Asami’s as well. Korra moved around the front of the Satomobile to get a better view of the vehicle on the other side and paused when she did so. The cars she had seen so far were all shaped somewhat differently, but they still had elements in common. Four wheels arranged in a square, upright seats for their occupants, similar lengths and widths. The one in front of her was far shorter and skinnier and it had two wheels set in a line. A leather pad was mounted on top of a metal frame with mechanical parts exposed to the open air and a pair of metal bars were fixed above the rear of the front wheel. “What is this thing, Asami? A different kind of car?” “Strictly speaking, no, though the technology is pretty much the same. It's a motorcycle. Do you like it?” Korra drifted forward towards the motorcycle, her gaze sweeping along its curves and straight edges alike. “I do.” She breathed as one of her hands reached towards the machine before she pulled it back to her chest. “Can you... “ Her voice trailed off as she searched for the right word before remembering what Asami had called it the previous day “...drive this with me? I don't know how to phrase it.” “It's 'take me for a ride', Korra.” Asami gently corrected her. “I'd love to, but we can't, at least not with this one. It doesn't have any gas in it and the battery has been taken out. It's just for show at this point.” “Oh.” A crestfallen Korra said as she gave the motorcycle a regretful look. “That's too bad.” “If you really want to ride it then I could ask my father if he would mind me fixing it up, Korra. If not then we could just go to a store in the city that sells them and take a test ride.” Asami's voice trailed off for a moment as she considered the waterbender. “You know... I could teach you to drive if you'd like. That way you could go for a ride whenever you feel like it. It would take time though so you wouldn't be able to drive a motorcycle for a few weeks, possibly months.” Korra glanced at the motorcycle again before she rotated on the spot and craned her head to the side to peer at Asami’s vehicle, an obstacle to the thing she hadn’t known she wanted until now. After a moment she looked up at the solution to said obstacle. “You would really teach me how to drive this? Can I ask why?” Asami shrugged her shoulders and stuck her hands in her pockets. “I suppose that’s fair. You don’t need to learn how to drive. Once you’re officially a member of the council then you can get a personal driver if you want. I think it’s worth learning though. Republic City is a big place and being able to get around on your own is a valuable skill. I think I'd go crazy if I didn't have the freedom my car gives me. There's nothing like going on a drive through the countryside-." Asami stopped talking abruptly as her cheeks colored. "Anyways, think about it and let me know what you decide." "I'll do that." Korra said after a moment, hoping to cut through the sudden awkwardness. Asami's offer had sounded genuine, but that last bit seemed to be something that she hadn't planned on sharing. "How about you show me the workshop you mentioned earlier?" Korra suggested. "Sure. It's right this way." Asami locked the door behind them after they had exited and selected a different key for the other building. Metal shelves containing all sorts of odds and ends, some of them collecting dust, ran along two of the walls while the other two were covered with boards holding all sorts of tools from short metal pegs. A silver car with its front raised up off the ground sat near the steel door. One of its front tires had been removed, presumably by the soft and thickset man sitting on the ground next to the tire as he examined a half circle made of metal. His dark gray hair had light bands streaking through it and he had a mustache running down to and along his jaw line. He was wearing a pair of denim coveralls sporting numerous small holes and patches that had been sewn on. The fabric looked like it had been bright blue once, but time and stains, including a fresh new black smear on its chest, had taken their toll on the garment. “Who is this?” Korra asked with a glance over at Asami. “I thought I met all of the staff yesterday.” One of the man’s eyebrows curved upwards and he let out a chuckle. At the same time Asami covered her mouth with one hand, her shoulders quivering as she tried not to laugh. Korra looked back and forth between them. “What?” She demanded. “He’s not one of the staff.” Asami said once she regained control of herself. “This is my father, Hiroshi Sato. Dad, this is Korra. My fiancée and your future daughter in law.” Korra took a step backwards then a second as the meaning of Asami’s words and the gaffe she had just made sank in. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean” Korra stammered before she stopped talking and flushed red. Hiroshi chuckled as he set the half circle down and rose to his feet. "No, it's alright. It's an understandable mistake since I look the part right now. I'd shake your hand or offer you a hug, but I'd rather not get grease all over you and your clothes." Korra's eyes flicked towards the stain on his outfit and she let out a relieved chuckle. "I appreciate that. I'm not sure what that is, but it doesn't look like water so I doubt I could get it out and I don't have anything else to wear so that would be... problematic." He reached towards one pocket and grabbed a rag sticking out of it as he gave Korra a look of surprise. "You only have one outfit? May I ask why?" "Is there something wrong with that?" Korra folded her arms across her chest as she looked between the two of them. "I can clean my clothes just fine. Done it twice since I met Asami and if they get damaged I can mend them as well though I'd need to go hunting for materials since I don't have any right now." Silence fell as father and daughter exchanged a glance before Asami hastened to fill it in. "That's not what my father meant. Neither of us know how things are done in the Southern Water Tribe, but people in Republic City don't go around wearing the same outfit all the time. People who do are seen as... eccentric." "You mean crazy, right?" Korra stated bluntly. "People would think I wasn't right in the head if I wore this all the time." She looked down at the fur and hide garments she was wearing then over at Asami. "I don't suppose you have staff members who make your clothes do you?" "No, I'm afraid we don't, Korra. There's a tailor in the city my father and I go to when we feel like getting some new outfits. If you want then I can make an appointment for you. Speaking of which, that reminds me." Asami added as she turned towards her dad. "What do you think about throwing a gala in a few days?” Hiroshi started to reach towards the hair on his face, but he stopped his grease stained hand short when he realized what he was doing. “A gala you say?” He mused. “Why is obvious. Everyone’s seen that article by now and they’ll be curious. Who would you invite?" "Actually I was thinking of it being open to the public, but with a fee of say... five thousand yuans for a seat. All the money raised would be used to organize a relief expedition for the Southern Water Tribe." Hiroshi paused for a moment, lost in thought as he looked at his daughter. “That’s a clever move." He said eventually. "You don’t run the risk of offending anyone by not inviting them and it’ll let us see who approaches Korra during the gala.” “Uhh…” Korra began as she raised one of her hands into the air, palm facing up. “You shouldn't talk about me like I'm not here. It's kinda rude. What are you talking about anyway?" "Ah... my apologies." Hiroshi had the decency to look embarrassed when he realized his mistake. “I didn't mean to belittle you or be dismissive. I have a tendency to think out loud about politics when I'm at home. It hasn't been something I've had to worry about before now since Asami's the only person around to hear me. Now that you're here I'll have to do a better job minding what I say from now on.” “Right.” His reasoning didn't entirely add up in Korra's opinion. Asami wasn't the only other person in the mansion. There was also the staff, but it was possible he was purposefully excluding them since they were his employees. It was also possible that the exclusion wasn't intentional, that he had grown so accustomed to their presence that they were part of the background scenery to him. “That doesn't answer my question. What are you talking about?” Hiroshi bent over and picked the half-circle up and waved it in the air as he started towards one of the shelves. As Korra followed after him he began to talk. “I’m talking about the shift in the political climate that’s going to take place now that you’re here, Korra. You’re the newest member of the council, at least once you’re officially appointed.” He set the item down on the shelf and rummaged through one of the boxes before pulling out a metal part that was identical in all respects save being thicker than the other one. “There’s a wrench in the gears, however. No one knows anything about you. You’re a total mystery to everyone, including myself, and that will make a lot of people nervous.” Hiroshi turned around and headed towards his car, object in hand. "By now everyone will have read the article Chazok published about your arrival. Many will recognize it as the drivel it is and will approach you with an open mind and some might become a friend or ally. Others will act friendly, but only so they can manipulate you for their own ends. The problem facing us is figuring out which of those two groups people belong to.” Korra lingered by the shelf as she watched Hiroshi walk away, a look of uncertainty appearing on her face before vanishing in a heartbeat. “I'll keep that in mind when we're at the gala, but that's a few days away I'm guessing. In the meantime can I ask what you're doing to the car, Mister Sato?” “Mister Sato?” Hiroshi echoed as he turned towards Korra with a look of horror on his face. “That's what my employees call me, not my future daughter-in-law. Hiroshi will do just fine. As for your question, this car has been having some brake problems so I was taking a look to see what was wrong. Turns out that piece there had worn down and needed to be replaced.” Korra picked up the part that he had removed from the car and turned it over in her hands. “What is the brake for? I don't know anything about cars.” “Brakes are how you stop a car when it's moving, Korra.” Asami answered as she finally rejoined the conversation. “Anyways, it was nice to see you again, dad. We should catch up on what I missed while I was away. Dinner tonight?” “I'd like to, but I'm afraid I can't. I have meetings this evening that I can't postpone. Perhaps tomorrow, Asami.” Hiroshi replied as he crouched down by the car and began maneuvering the brake part into position. Asami's eyes lowered and her shoulders slumped a fraction of a centimeter. After a moment she forced a small smile back onto her face. “Sure thing, dad. Come on, Korra, let's see if we can squeeze in a meeting with the tailor today.” Korra set the component back down as she followed Asami towards the door. Behind them Hiroshi was silent save for a grunt or two, but she could hear his voice rattling around in her head. The advice he had given her was sound and something she intended to keep in mind going forward. There was one fault she could identify however. Hiroshi had been speaking entirely about other people and how they would behave towards Korra. He hadn't included himself or his daughter among the people he had been warning her of. She hadn't met any of those other people yet, just these two and now she had a question to answer. Which group did Asami and Hiroshi Sato belong to? The group of people who might be her friends or the group of people who would pretend to be her friend in order to manipulate her? Only time would tell.

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Chapter 15 - Chapter 15

Content Warning - PTSD                                                       Asami raised her hand and tapped her knuckles against the door to Korra’s room twice. After a moment the door opened and the room’s denizen was standing there. She blinked, more than once as she took in the slinky red dress, bare shoulders and all, Asami was wearing then looked down at the black and baggy cotton nightshirt and pants she was wearing. “You look really... nice, Asami. Is something going on that I don’t know about?” “I’d say so, Korra.” Asami clasped her hands in front of her as she spoke in a brisk, business like tone. “The gala is in a few days which means we have some things that we need to work on to prepare for it. Right now the chefs are working on breakfast and it'll be delivered to my room once it's finished.” She started to walk away then stopped and turned back. “Also, please wear the dinner suit that Liying made for you since it’s what you’ll be wearing at the gala.” As she strode off Asami heard the door shut behind her. ‘Can you handle me bossing you around for this, Korra? You’ve adapted well to Republic City so far, but this is a new kind of challenge and I don’t have nearly enough time to prepare you for everything that being part of the council entails.’ She let out a sigh and took a deep breath. 'I just have to do what I can and hope for the best.' Once she got back to her room Asami drifted towards the square windows on the far wall. Outside dark heavy clouds loomed overhead, shadowing the mansion and likely much of the city in their gray shadow. 'Storm's coming in faster than the radio was predicting. Good thing I don't have anywhere to be. Wouldn't be surprised if the road into town gets flooded judging from those clouds.' As she stood there drops of water began to strike the window, quickly growing in number. A knock came from the door several minutes later and Asami turned towards it. Behind her countless droplets left streaks in their wake on the window as gravity pulled them to the ground. "Come in, Korra. It's open." Korra stepped inside, clad in the black suit and white dress shirt like Asami had requested, and closed the door behind her. Asami moved to stand in front of the waterbender, her eye critically examining the outfit. The sleeves were just long enough to reach Korra's wrist bone and the pant legs similarly were brushing against her ankle bone. Her shirt had been adjusted to fit her chest properly and it extended down far enough to fit into her pants. "That all looks right to me. Liying did a good job as always." Asami remarked before her attention made its way to Korra's neck. "This, on the other hand..." She grabbed both ends of Korra's bow tie, undoing the tangled knot and deftly weaving it back together and pulling it shut. "There we go, that's how it's supposed to look." Korra poked at the bow-tie as she glowered in its general direction. "This thing is a pain in the butt. Putting everything else on was easy, but I couldn't get this bow-tie to look like the picture Liying included with the suit. So what exactly are we working on? This gala is just a party. What about that requires me to work on things?" "It's not just a party, Korra. It's a social gathering of the richest and most powerful people in Republic City. The etiquette for this kind of event is complicated with a lot of different elements to it. You'll be given a certain leeway when it comes to making gaffes since you're a foreigner, but that'll only go so far. If you make too many mistakes it’ll reflect negatively not just on you, but on me and my father and your people as well.” “Okay, okay.” Korra put her hands up in front of her, palms facing out to stave off the barrage of words. “You’ve made your point. What do I need to learn?” She asked with a sigh. “Don’t worry. We’re going to start with something fun.” Asami walked to a credenza filled with thin paper sleeves in its cubbyholes. On its surface was a short rectangular box with a wooden arm equipped with a metal needle at its end. She selected one of the sleeves and retrieved a black disc from inside of it, placed it on the box and hit a switch. The deep and rich sound of a bow being drawn across a cello began to play as Asami moved towards Korra. "Dancing." Korra started when the music began to play and her head swiveled towards the record player as more instruments began to join in. Bassoon, basset horn, then an oboe sounding a higher note than the rest. Her gaze returned to Asami then flipped back and forth between her and the source of the music. "Dancing? I've never really been much for dancing." She said, more than a touch of uneasiness in her voice. "No worries, I'm just going to show you a basic dance, the waltz." Asami pivoted so that she was standing side by side with Korra. She grabbed the folds of her dress and hiked them up so that her short heels were visible as she demonstrated the steps. "So I'll be leading so you only have to learn one pattern. Step back with your right foot, move your left back and to the left, bring your right foot next to your left, step forward with your left, step forward and to the side with your right then bring your left foot next to your right." Korra pursed her lips as she started to imitate the pattern of steps before she faltered halfway through. "Show me again... okay so I start with my right foot, but then I switch sides..." She re-positioned her feet next to each other and started over. This time she got through the entire pattern, though her movements were nowhere near as fluid as Asami's had been. "Okay, good. Now we do this together." Asami moved to stand in front of Korra, within arms length. She held her left hand up in the air above shoulder height and her right floated by her rib cage. “So take this hand with your right, ” Asami wiggled her left hand “, and put your left hand on my shoulder.” The waterbender took a step closer and her fingers slid between Asami's while her other hand settled onto a bare shoulder. “Like this?” Asami settled her free hand onto Korra's waist and a tingle shot from her fingers towards her shoulders. “Yes, like that. Now one-” Her left foot moved forward, landing on Korra's. The other woman winced and jerked her foot away. “Little warning, Asami?” “That's why I'm counting the steps out, so you know when to move. Let's try again. One.” Her left foot moved forward again and this time Korra's right moved back at the same moment. “Two.” Both women moved their opposite foot diagonally. “Three.” Their feet came back together. “Now we switch sides like you were saying. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. Good, Korra, very good.” Asami stopped counting aloud as they finished their second time through the steps. A wide smile spread on Korra's face as they continued to move, each step a little faster than the one before and her timing drawing closer to matching Asami’s. 'I don't think it’s occurred to me how pretty that smile is or how beautiful her eyes are... how beautiful she is. I wonder what she would do if I kissed her right now... Wait, what? Where did that come from? Sure, her body is amazing, the parts of it I've seen anyways, but that's just... our marriage is political... Am I starting to fall for her or do I just want her to take my pants off?… Maybe I should move on to something else before I get myself into trouble and think about this later.' Asami let go of Korra’s hand and backed away from the other woman. “Okay, I think you’ve got enough of a grasp on that for now. Let’s move on to another topic. Dinner etiquette.” She went to the door and opened it wide enough for the person on the other side, Kika, to push a cart through. Kika wheeled the cart over to the table and began unloading its contents. A plate with a napkin folded on top of it sat in front of Korra. To its left lay two forks with tines of separate lengths, to the right were two glasses as well as two spoons and a knife. Additionally an identical set of utensils and glassware had been placed next to it. Asami took a seat in front of the second and gestured for Korra to do the same. Once she was seated Asami gestured at Kika’s handiwork thus far. “So this is reasonably typical of what you’d expect to see at a high end dinner. Salad fork, meat fork, dinner knife, teaspoon, soup spoon, water glass, wine glass.” Korra picked up the two forks, one in each hand, and looked back and forth between them, consternation written on her face. “Why would you have two forks? They both do the same thing.” “The main reason is you only use each utensil once at this kind of dinner. A good rule of thumb is to start on the outside and work your way inwards as the courses come out. Another is that utensils are made for different kinds of food. Take the forks you're holding. The difference between them is the tines. A salad fork has wider tines to help it cut vegetables. A meat fork has longer and thinner tines to help it stab better.” By the time Asami had finished her explanation Kika had set a clear crystal glass pitcher full of water onto the table. Next to it were a pair of dark green salads, two bowls full of the same yellow soup and cuts of meat with similar t-shaped bones in each of them. Lastly Korra and Asami both had a cup full of steaming hot liquid sitting atop a saucer in front of them. "So this is-" A flash from the storm brightened the room for a split second before vanishing and Asami's sentence was cut off as a deafening clash of rumbles filled the air. Seconds later a second flicker and subsequent boom came, as bright and resounding as their predecessors had been. Asami's head turned towards the window before she glanced at the table in front of her and promptly froze. The water in the pitcher was moving despite the fact none of the three women had a hand on the container. It flowed up towards the rim in one direction before dropping down and climbing the opposite side. Asami shifted and turned in her seat. "What are you doing... Korra?" All the blood seemed to have drained out of Korra's face and her eyes were showing more white than iris as she stared towards the window. Korra shoved her chair backwards and she dropped to the floor and lunged beneath the table. Asami straightened up in surprise and she glanced towards Kika. The maid had frozen in position, one hand on the cart, as she stared at the spot where Korra had just been sitting, her mouth reflecting the same bewilderment running through Asami's head. Asami rose from her chair and she crouched down to peek beneath the table. Korra was sitting on the ground, arms wrapped around her knees as she rocked back and forth and mumbled to herself. "Don't let him find me, don't let him find me, don't let him find me." "Korra? Are you alright?" Asami asked as she reached for Korra's ankle. The second her fingers came into contact the waterbenders eyes shot open and she let out a bloodcurdling scream that sent a chill down Asami's spine. Korra jerked her foot away and she half-crawled, half-ran out from beneath the table towards the open bathroom door in the opposite direction from Asami. Asami stared after her fiancée, her brow furrowed. 'Think, Asami. She was fine until... until... until the lightning.' Asami turned to look out the rain splattered window at the thunderstorm raging outside and all the pieces clicked together in an instant as quick as the burst that had set Korra off. The suspicion and hostility, the random bursts of anger, Korra being extraordinarily quick to wake and her trouble with mattresses. It all fit and explained what had happened on the yacht back in the South Pole as well. Korra had initially been indifferent to Mako when he had first appeared. Her attempt to kill him had only come about after the man had conjured a bolt of lightning from his fingers, one very much like the flashes in the sky now though smaller in scale. “Soldier's heart.” She murmured to herself as she rose to her feet. It wasn't something Asami had ever encountered herself. Even so there were enough reports of this condition among soldiers who had fought in the east for her to recognize all the symptoms. “Kika, close all the blinds.” Her maidservant hurried towards the windows, drawing the drapes shut one after the other. Once she had finished Asami waved her back over and she straightened all the way up so that she was looking down at Kika. “I know you love to gossip, Kika and normally I don't mind. Today is the exception. If I find out you told anyone about this then I will be very put out and so will you.” “Of course, Miss Sato.” Kika flinched at the sudden and very atypical harshness in her employer's voice. “There'll be nary a peep out of me.” “Good, come back... later once I've settled this.” Kika curtsied and fled the room without so much as a single backwards glance. Asami sighed as she looked at the drapes covering the windows. That would stop much of the light from outside, but not all of it. Korra was sitting on the bathroom floor, her arms hugging her knees as she rocked back and forth just like before. Asami glanced towards the sink and then the shower, both were dry, before entering all the way into the room. She closed the door behind her then knelt on the floor, heedless of what it might do to her dress. “Korra? It's me, Asami. Can you hear me?” “Don't let him find me. Don't let him find me. Don't let him find me.” “There's no one here but us, Korra.” She inched a little closer, her movement painstakingly slow. The sinks might be dry, but Korra was still an exceptionally strong woman and Asami hadn't the slightest idea what to except from her right now. If Korra lashed out with fist or foot it would be painful at best and potentially bone-breaking for either one of them. “We're all alone, just you and me. He's not here. He's never been here and he'll never find you and even if he does I'll protect you, Korra. I swear I won't let him hurt you.” Korra's rocking slowed and after a painfully long minute her eyes opened and she looked around at her surroundings. “What? Where am I?” “You're in my bathroom, Korra. We're in my home, in Republic City.” Korra's gaze blearily focused on Asami, as if gazing at something from across a great distance. “A-Asami? This isn't... no... of course it isn't... that was...” She shook her head violently. “I'm not there. I'm here. This is now.” Korra  “I shouldn't be alone. Not right after one of these. Will you stay with me?” 'This isn't the first time?' “Of course I will.” Asami scooted forward and put her arms around Korra, drawing the other woman’s head to her shoulder and squeezing her tightly. Korra stiffened for a moment before she returned the gesture. Small tears began to well up in the corner of Asami's eyes and she started to rub Korra's back with one hand. “I'll stay with you for as long as you want.” 'And then I swear I’ll get someone who can do a better job helping you with this than me.'

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Chapter 17 - Chapter 17

Asami sighed and rubbed at her temples as she stared blankly at the room around her. To her right a large bookcase full of volumes thick and thin alike took up most of the wall. On Asami's left was a cold fireplace and logs ready to be ignited should she want. Across the room was the door and a small table bearing a pot of tea and accompanying cup and saucer. Between her and the door was a desk stained the color of chocolate with two armchairs on the other side for visitors if she ever had them. Scattered across the desk's surface were sheets of engineering paper. Drawn on each of them, in black graphite, were structures she had sketched out. Most of the lines were straight, but a few had circular elements and all had blades of various shapes and sizes at their peak. 'Plenty of designs to choose from, but how am I supposed to know which would be the best option? How fast can the winds blow? How cold can it get? How warm? What kind of metals can tolerate that kind of environment long-term? How am I supposed to build a stable foundation in that kind of terrain? Will condensation be an issue? Corrosion? Do I have to worry about birds? So many questions and I have zero answers.' She shoved her chair back and got up before heading towards the bookcase. Asami's fingers brushed against the spines of the textbooks as she scanned their titles yet again, despite already knowing it to be a futile effort. 'None of my reference books talk about conditions in the South Pole. I could try the city library, but the region has been cut off for so long that they probably won't have anything either. My only possible source of information is Korra, but would her answers be reliable? I suppose it's worth a shot since the only alternative is over-engineering the crap out of a prototype and hoping for the best. Of course that depends on her being in a state where she'll talk to me without trying to rip my head off. Possibly literally.' Three consecutive thumps came from the door. Asami glanced towards it before going back towards her desk. “Come in, Korra.” The door swung open and Korra walked in. “How did you know it was me?” She asked in surprise. “I told the staff that I would be working today and wasn't to be disturbed, but to let you know where I was in case you asked.” Asami said as she scooped the drawings up into a loose sheaf and tapped them against the desk until they were lined up into a nice stack and set them down. She turned around and leaned against the desk “Is there something you need, Korra?” Korra hesitantly closed the door behind her and looked around the room as she came further inside and sat in one of the chairs in front of Asami. “So this is your office? It's nice. Lots of books... so I'm here to apologize. I didn't mean to snap at you. You were just trying to help me, again, and...” Korra sheepishly glanced at the floor as she hugged her arms to her chest, abruptly unable to look Asami in the eye. “I responded by threatening you. I crossed a line that I shouldn't have and I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of it by the way.” “I know, Korra.” Asami said in a gentle voice. “That's why I asked Ralla to meet with you. It might not work, but I thought speaking to a professional might be helpful. Do you think you'll speak with her again?” “I'm not sure.” Korra replied as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I don't know what to make of her just yet. Ralla seems to know what she's talking about so... maybe.” Her gaze rose up from the floor as she peeked at Asami out of the corner of her eye. “Are we... okay now?” Asami pushed herself off the desk and she took a few steps forward. “Come here.” She put her arms around Korra’s shoulders and drew her into an embrace. After a second Korra let out a relieved sigh and the guilt vanished from her face. Korra's shoulders relaxed and she raised her hands to Asami's back as she returned the hug. “I’m not mad at you, but I am still a little freaked out. Seeing you like that was… well I wasn’t expecting it and I didn't know what else to do aside from asking a professional to talk to you.” "That's all right. Honestly the best thing you can do is to warn the staff to stay away if I'm having an episode. I don't want to hurt anyone and if no one's around then I won't if I'm by myself in the gym. The other thing would be to let me know if another one of those storms is on the way." Korra let go of Asami and stepped back. "So I guess that's that. What exactly are you working on?" 'Changing the subject I see. Can't blame her for that. Soldiers heart is a pretty heavy topic, especially for Korra since she's the one suffering from it. Can't say I mind it either, good time to ask her about conditions in the south since we're in my office.' Asami turned to grab the drawings and held them out to Korra. "Do you remember the katabatic from the day we met?" "Yes, what about it?" The waterbender inquired as she took the papers and began to flip through them. "When I was trying to find your people I was brainstorming ways of generating electricity that would work in the south pole. After the storm I realized wind was the best choice so I've been trying to design a windmill that be able to withstand extreme conditions. Can you tell me about the wind speeds and temperature ranges in the south pole?” “Electricity?” Korra echoed as she looked up from the papers at Asami. “What does that mean?” 'Does she know anything other than fighting? Maybe I need to hire a tutor to bring her up to speed on the modern world. I really don't feel like trying to explain atoms and electrons to her. Blaaaaaaargh.' “Electricity is… think of it like this. Food is what your body runs on. Electricity is what machines and appliances run on.” Asami pointed at a lamp standing in the corner of the room. “Like that lamp, for example.” Korra turned her head to see what Asami was pointing at before looking back at Asami, a mild frown on her face. “When we were on your ship you told me it was powered by batteries, but you didn't explain what those were... wait I remember Mako saying he was going to charge the batteries and then...” The waterbender's voice trailed off and she took a moment to glance at the drawing in her hand before looking back up at its artist. “Asami.” Korra said in a tone that was a little too calm and even. “Is your ship powered by lightning benders?” Asami grimaced as the white lie she had told to avoid incurring Korra's wrath unraveled in a mere handful of seconds. At this point the damage had been done so she might as well come clean. “Yes and so is all of Republic City. Lightning as a power source is cleaner than coal or oil and it's cheaper than natural gas, and before you ask, I never had any intention of using lightning to generate power in the south. I know your people wouldn't tolerate firebenders living in their territory. This is why I went with windmills. If we set up some windmills then we’d be able to install refrigeration units for fruits and vegetables and some ovens so your people can cook their food ” Korra's fingers slackened and the papers slipped loose as she stared blankly at Asami. They crashed against the floor and she jumped out of her chair. In one swift motion she threw her arms around the other woman. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. That would be incredible!" Asami let out a grunt as her face reddened. Her hands grabbed onto Korra's biceps, trying to pull them off in vain. “Too... tight.” She managed to gasp despite the arms squeezing her torso. “Oh! Uhm, sorry.” A chagrined Korra mumbled as she let go and took a long step back. “I couldn't help myself. One of my favorite things on this trip is all the new foods I've gotten to try. Honestly I'm not sure I could ever go back to eating frozen meat now that I've learned what it tastes like when you cook it. Not to mention the fruits and vegetables are so much better than dried seaweed.” Korra shuddered and gagged. “Giving my people the ability to cook their food would be a really amazing thing to do.” The corners of Asami's lips tugged upwards for a second before reversing direction as she glanced down at the mess of papers on the floor. She sank into a crouch and began to pick them up. “Well, that's the idea, but I need to finish designing the windmills first. Do you mind answering a few questions?” “Like what?” “How fast are the winds? How cold does it get? How hot? I need to know as much about the climate I can get. Wind especially since the windmill has to be able to withstand the gusts I experienced when I was down there.” Asami stood and straightened the papers in her hands before setting them back onto the desk. Korra scratched at the side of her head before shrugging helplessly. “If you're looking for numbers then I can't really give you any. The warmest region in the south can get to the point where freshwater freezes, but everywhere else is much colder than that. As for the wind our villages are all located far inland where the winds are fairly mild. The katabatics are worse on the coasts because they gain speed from rushing downhill.” 'Of course, the south pole is the very bottom of the planet and they must live near its highest point. What I experienced was a result of gravity. If they live in a flat region at the top of the incline then I don't have to worry about the wind, just the temperature. Though if they're located so high up then getting a windmill to them is an obstacle in of itself. I suppose if we assembled it onsite then that'd make transportation easier, but we're still moving a few metric tons of material hundreds of kilometers uphill in a subzero environment. I remember seeing what looked like some sort of camel when I was down there, so I guess they have some beasts of burden, but I don't know if they have enough to carry everything. Do I have to design a vehicle that can operate in the south pole too? That’s possible, but then you need someone to charge the vehicle which means lightingbender which means angry waterbenders which is exactly the thing I was trying to avoid by building the windmills in the first-' “Hello, Asami, you still with me?” Asami jumped as Korra jolted her out of her reverie. “Uhh... sorry. I was just going over the problem in my head. I wasn't meaning to ignore you.” “That's all right. I'll let you get back to it.” Korra took a step forward and put her arms around Asami again, but in a much gentler hug than before. “Thank you, this means a lot to me.” Asami smiled softly as she returned the embrace, a tinge of self-satisfaction running through her at the gratitude in her fiancée's voice. “You're welcome, Korra.” She turned back towards her desk as the waterbender headed for the door. Asami picked the drawings up and began to shuffle through them again. 'Well, over-engineering it is. I hope the gala raises enough money to pay for all of this. Ah crap, I forgot to tell Korra it's tomorrow evening. There's still a bit of time for more etiquette lessons, but it won't be nearly enough to get through everything.' Even so, they would have to make do and hope for the best.

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Chapter 13 - Chapter 13

“Republic City Botanical Gardens.” Asami read as she drove beneath the metal sign curving above the entrance to the parking lot. She stepped on the brake and her head swiveled as she looked for a parking spot. “ I’ve heard of this place.” Asami said as she pulled in-between a pair of lines near the front of the lot. “Never been here though. How did you decide this was where you wanted to go?” “I asked Kika where I could go to see plants from this part of the world and she gave me this address. If you’ve heard of it then I guess she made a good pick. What do you know about this place, Asami?” “Not that much, I’m afraid. There was an article when this place opened a couple of years ago, but I don’t remember most of the details. RCU founded it as part of their plant sciences program.” “RCU?” Korra echoed as she got out of the car. “What’s that?” “Republic City University. It’s the oldest university in the United Republic.” Asami explained as she joined Korra on the sidewalk. “It’s also the biggest.” Korra took a few strides towards the entranceway to the gardens and waited until Asami had joined her before voicing another question. “Is that where you studied to become an engineer, Asami?” “No. RCU is a good school, but it focuses more on the liberal arts. I went to a school that focuses more on the hard sciences and their application. The Republic City Institute of Technology, but people call it RC Tech.” "What did they teach you there? You told me that you designed the engine on your yacht, but honestly I'm not clear on what you actually do." "I'm a mechanical engineer. It's a pretty broad discipline that involves a bunch of different fields. Advanced mathematics and physics, materials science, thermodynamics, fluid mechanics...” Asami's voice trailed off as Korra blinked and her eyes started to glaze over. “...Basically mechanical engineers design, build and maintain all kinds of machines. Most of us specialize in a particular area though. My specialty is engines, like the one on my yacht or the one in my car for example.” “What about your father? Is he an engineer too? He was working on a car when I met him.” “He is, but my dad has a different speciality than me. He focused more on the manufacturing side of things. His biggest achievement was streamlining the process of how cars are assembled. It’s how he made his fortune. Anyways, we're not here to talk about him or engineering. Come on.” Asami smoothed out a crease in the collar of her jacket as she eyed the building in front of her as she and Korra approached it. She hadn’t ever been here before, but the location was telling. A garden of this sort would need a lot of fresh water and just as importantly, a lot of space. Out here, away from the shoreline, land was as cheap as it got in Republic City and they were closer to the watershed that kept the city hydrated. Inside the building was a woman behind a counter with a cash register located in one corner and a second door on the far side of the room. Across the counter, in every available nook and cranny, were shirts and mugs all emblazoned with the name of the garden as well as clay pots and bags of seeds and various other knick knacks. The woman perked up as they came in. "Hello, are you here to see the gardens?" "That's the plan." Korra replied. "Just so you know we close in a little over an hour from now so you might not be able to see everything. If you came back on another day then you'd have more time for exploring." The clerk suggested. Asami threw a questioning glance towards the waterbender at her side. Korra shrugged and tilted her head at the clerk. Asami reached into her jacket to retrieve her wallet and pulled a few colored bills out. “How much is it for two adults?” “Five for each of you so that’ll be ten yuan's please.” Asami handed one of the bills over. “No tax?” “No, ma’am. Our goods are exempt from taxes because we’re a part of RCU.” The store attendant promptly answered as she reached beneath the counter. When her hand came back up there was a thin roll of loosely connected white strips in it. She ripped two of the strips off and held them out to Asami. “These are your passes and there are maps by the door to help you navigate the gardens. Enjoy your visit.” On her way out Korra grabbed a folded piece of paper from a clear plastic holder next to the second door. Once outside she unfolded it and scanned the colorful layout printed on the map. “So we're here... there's trees over here, a cafe there if you feel like... there they are.” She stared at the paper a moment longer, committing the layout to memory before folding the map back up. “Okay, let's go.” Korra strode off down the brick walkway at a clip significantly faster than earlier. Asami blinked in surprise at the pace before hurrying after her. By the time she had caught up Korra had come to a halt in front of a short wooden fence. A thin and short tree with spindly branches covered in petals that were almost entirely fuchsia save for tinges of white all around their edges stood on the other side. 'Oh I get why she wanted to come here now.' Asami glanced down at a metal plaque attached to the fence that displayed the name of the plant, plum blossoms, as well as a blurb describing its history embossed upon it. “Are there flowers like this in the south?” “Not as beautiful as these.” Korra said in the same hushed, almost reverent voice that she had used that day in the forest by Asami's estate. “All we got in the south pole is a bunch of moss and some grass. There's a couple of plants that grow flowers, but they aren't any larger than my fingernails.” She gingerly pinched one of the thin branches between thumb and index finger, as if afraid of breaking it, and drew it down to her face and inhaled the scent. “They don't smell as wonderful as this either.” Korra let go of the branch and it sprang back into position, a few of the petals shaking loose off as it did so. Her eyes followed them to the ground before she turned away and headed for the next part of the exhibit. A pair of bushes similar in height and width stood adjacent to each other. Both had white petals as well. Korra looked back and forth between them with a confused frown on her face. “These are the same plant. Why are there two of them right next to each other?” Asami leaned forward to look at the plaque by one bush before moving towards the plaque by the other. “Because they’re not the same plant. They’re just really similar. Take a look at the flowers.” She raised her hand to point at the first plant. “That one is the white jade bush and this one here is the white dragon bush.” Korra stepped closer to the bush on the left and she gave the petals a second, longer look. Her head swiveled to the flowers on the other bush. “So white jade flowers are white and orange while white dragon flowers are white and red. Is there any reason they look so similar?” “I’m not sure to be honest, Korra. I’ve never been one for the outdoors. I’d rather be disassembling an engine or putting it back together. I do know that white jade is toxic, people who touch it usually end up getting a rash.” “A rash, huh? That's a shame, it's so pretty.” Korra murmured with a lingering disappointed look as she headed down the path. The next plot had an extra component that the ones prior had been lacking. A wooden awning loomed overhead, hiding the plot beneath it from the sun. Down below, in the shade, were dozens of flowers bearing triangles colored like cream for petals. "Moon flowers. Most well known for wilting in the sun and blossoming in the shade." She read from the sign. "That's weird. I thought plants ate light or whatever." Asami skimmed through the plaque before shrugging. "That's what I was taught more or less. Scientists still don't quite understand the mechanisms though. Maybe this plant gets overloaded if it gets too much sunlight or something like that. That's just a wild guess though. I honestly have no idea why." "Well, a wild guess from you is better than anything I could come up with. I don't know much about plants either, let alone plants from this part of the world.” Korra pointed out with a wry grin. “Anyways, let's go see what’s next.” Down the path was a square box of glass panels, two meters to a side, held together with riveted metal strips. A metal cable ran up to the top of the box, plugging into a metal unit affixed to an interior corner. Covering the floor was a thick layer of coarse black soil and minuscule rocks.  Growing out of the soil were several flowers with four petals tapering to a point and black stripes on either side of a white center. Korra leaned closer to the glass and tilted her head to the side to get a better viewing angle. “You know, this one kinda looks like you, Asami.” “It looks like me? How so?” “The black parts are like your hair and the middle is white like your skin. Panda lily. A rare flower that is only found in the nutrient rich soil of volcanic rims. In the Earth Kingdom the panda lily is considered a symbol of love and the act of retrieving a panda lily for a person's crush is an ancient and dangerous tradition that has persisted throughout the centuries.” Korra straightened up after she finished reading the description on the plaque. A moment passed and she clapped one hand over her mouth as her eyes widened in horror. “I didn't-” Asami chuckled and patted the waterbender on the shoulder. “It's all right, Korra. You couldn't have known what that flower symbolized and getting compared to that isn't the kind of thing that would bother me. If anything it's kinda flattering to get compared to a symbol of love. Anyways, there's plenty more to see and we still have time.” Asami waved her hand to prompt Korra to move on and they started to walk. “Where are we going to eat after we're done here?” Korra asked, as much to find out their next destination as it was to put what she had said previously behind her. “You'll see, Korra.” Asami said with a mischievous grin mirroring the one Korra had given her earlier. “I think one surprise deserves another, wouldn't you agree?” Korra's stride faltered before she laughed and shook her head. “Fair enough, Asami. Fair enough.”

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Chapter 10 - Chapter 10

Korra rolled over so that she was lying face down on the blanket, one of the pillows squished between her arms and held tight against her chest. A drawn out sigh escaped her lips as she stared at a round object on the wall. Numbers ran along the edge of the device and three levers sat in the middle. One of them was moving in short increments, each lurch forward accompanied by a ticking that seemed too loud in the otherwise silent bedroom. "So... bored." If she was back in the south then Korra would have any number of activities to occupy her time. Sewing new clothes or mending old ones, cleaning, preparing meals, standing guard or going on patrols, hunting, fishing, training herself or other members of her tribe. That wasn’t true in this place however. If she wanted food then all Korra had to do was push a button and it would be delivered to her on a cart. There was a hamper in the event that her clothes got dirty and a maid who would empty it for her and she had visited a tailor earlier that day to get more. Her door had a lock, not that she needed it since the war was over. Korra had been freed of all her duties and now she had nothing but time on her hands. She glared at the clock a moment longer, each infernal tick seeming like it was mocking her newfound idleness, before standing up. Korra tossed the pillow onto the blanket and headed for the door. The waterbender lingered outside as she looked up and down the hallway. "I think the gym is... that way." She murmured to herself while setting off. After a few minutes Korra found herself in a wing of the mansion that she hadn’t seen before. The carpet had given way to smooth white squares and there was a deep muted rumbling coming from somewhere nearby. More striking was the pleasant aroma suffusing the air. Korra sniffed as she moved down the hallway towards a pair of swinging doors that each had a round glass window near the top. She pushed her way through them and craned her head from side to side as she looked around. A number of men wearing white aprons over black trousers and shirts were present in the room facing towards one of the walls as they worked. Metal containers of varying sizes stood stacked on top of each other and side by side in the middle of the room. More metal ran along the edges of the room, large sinks and shelves holding pots and pans and various kitchen implements. In addition a single woman was present, Kika, standing next to a table holding a box labeled 'bread'. She glanced towards the door and her face blanched as Korra stepped inside. "Miss Korra! This is an unexpected surprise. What brings you out this way?" "I was looking for the gym, but I guess I got lost. What's that smell?" Korra asked while she moved forward, trying to identify the source. "It's one of the courses for dinner this evening, Miss Korra. Pork shoulder that's been roasting since the morning." Kika stepped to the side, placing her in Korra's path and bringing the waterbender to a halt. "If you're looking for the gym then I can show you the way." “I’d appreciate that.” Korra managed to get out before Kika was walking forward, compelling Korra to move or let her space be invaded by the older woman. Once they were outside Kika was quick to take the lead and she set a brisk pace back towards the carpeted segment of the hallway. Before long they had passed by Korra’s room and a minute after that they had come to the doors leading to the pool and the gyms facing each other. Kika came to a halt and turned about before gesturing towards the door on her left. “Here you are, Miss Korra. If there’s nothing else then I’ll be on my way.” “No that's it.” Kika curtsied then went back down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. Korra raised an eyebrow as she watched the other woman leave before heading towards the gym. She only made it a couple of meters inside before realizing there was someone already present. A woman with her black hair bound up into a thick ponytail and she was clad in a gray shirt and black leggings that clung to her hips. The other woman was seated on the floor, her knees bent in front of her, and she was gripping a leather ball half again as large as her head. She twisted to her left and tapped the ball against the ground before twisting to her right. The ball tapped the ground once again, but didn't rise up into the air again. "Oh, Korra! I didn't hear you come in." Asami exclaimed. “Do you need something?” “No. I didn’t have anything to do so I thought I’d poke around the gym and exercise a bit. It’s been a few days, but it looks like you’re busy so I’ll come back later.” “Nonsense.” Asami declared as she put a hand on the floor and stood up. “There’s plenty of room for two people in here. It’ll be good to have some company for once. There’s some exercises I’ve wanted to add to my workouts, but they all require a partner and I’m always alone when I’m in here.” “Why? There’s what, thirty people working in the mansion? Couldn’t you ask one of them to work out with you?” Asami pivoted on one foot and her eyes flicked towards the wall. Korra glanced in the same direction. It took her a moment to reorient herself due to the still somewhat unfamiliar layout of the mansion, but her fiancée was gazing towards where Korra had run into Kika. “No, I’m afraid that’s not possible since I’m their employer. We can interact on a professional level, but anything more casual than that, such as working out together, would be... improper.” Korra clamped her lips together to stop herself from blurting out the last word Asami had just spoken. Her fiancée’s explanation didn’t make sense to Korra, but it would explain why Kika had all but shooed her away from the kitchen. Korra had walked into a place where she wasn’t supposed to be and violated some sort of social taboo that people in Republic City possessed. “Okay, well I don’t work for you. What kind of exercises are you talking about?” Korra asked as she glanced around the room for some kind of clue. Asami bent at the waist as she grabbed the leather sphere then straightened up. “Catch.” Asami shoved both arms forward and the ball flew towards Korra. The waterbender raised her hands in time to intercept it. “Oh, this thing is heavier than I thought it would be.” Korra said as she hefted the ball up a few times, gauging the object’s mass. “Right? Medicine balls can be deceiving. That one weighs eight kilograms. Do you want to try a different weight? There’s some heavier and lighter ones available.” Asami pointed towards the row of medicine balls lined up against the wall. “Nah, this is fine, I need to warm up first anyways.” Korra said. She adjusted her grip on the ball then shoved both hands outwards sending the ball at the other woman. The back of Asami’s hands slammed against her chest and she had to take a step back to brace herself as she caught it. “Oof. That was a lot of force there and you’re just starting to warm up?” A disbelieving Asami asked. “I don’t think I could throw this ball that hard even on my best day. Would you mind taking it easy on me?” “Sure, I can do that.” A chagrined Korra mumbled. The next time it was her turn to throw Korra relaxed her arms before she lobbed the leather sphere to her fianceé. This time Asami caught it with ease and lobbed it back in a fluid motion. The ball flew back and forth for a couple of minutes more before Korra caught it one last time and tucked it under her arm. "Okay, my upper body is good now. How do you warm up your legs? Sprints?" "You can if you want." Asami said with a shrug. "I've never liked running so I do a few minutes on the exercise bike instead." Korra turned her head one way then the other before giving Asami a questioning look. "That thing there." Asami pointed at the contraption with wheels and a leather seat. Korra dropped the ball on the floor and moved closer to the bike, her head tilted to the side as she examined the machine while walking around it. She finished a full revolution before stopping next to its center. Korra threw one leg over as she sat down on the seat and planted her feet against the pedals while grabbing into the handlebars. The wheels began to spin, filling the room with a whirring sound as the blades inside forced their way through the air. "Like this, Asami?" "Pretty much, but I'm a bit taller than you so moving the seat down a few centimeters wouldn't hurt. You can also adjust the resistance by turning this knob here if you think it's too easy." Asami tapped the knob in question, located in the center of the handlebars between Korra's fingers. Korra twisted the knob several and the machine responded accordingly as the pedals resisted the driving of her legs more than they had been before. She continued to pedal and after a minute Korra looked up to see a bemused look on Asami's face. "What?" "I'm impressed. I'm guessing you've never used an exercise bike before since you didn't recognize the term, but your form is almost ideal. It took me a couple of weeks to adjust my form, but you got it right away without any coaching or help." Korra reddened and her legs slowed to a stop as she looked downwards. "It's not that hard. This machine isn't very complicated. I'm just holding onto the bars and pushing on those things down there." She pointed down at one of the pedals. "Anyways, can we do something else? I think I'm warmed up now." "As you wish. Do you have something in particular you want to work on?" Asami asked. "I remember seeing pads in the other room." Korra said as she got off of the bike and started heading for the door to the gym. "I'd like to practice my kickboxing if you don't mind. It's been a couple of weeks since I was busy due to being on a hunting trip and coming here so it'd be nice to shake the rust off." Asami bent over to pick up the medicine ball, carrying it over to its ilk and setting it down in the gap in the line of other medicine balls. "Sure we can do that. Do you want me to hold the pads for you or would you prefer something more challenging?" "Such as?" "You're not the only one who's rusty. I haven't been able to train for the last month since I was busy trying to find your people. How about we do a little sparring? Me vs you. Hand to hand only, no waterbending." "You want to fight me?" A skeptical Korra asked as she stopped walking. "I don't think that's such a good idea. I don't want to hurt you, Asami." She might have been trained as a waterbender, but Korra didn't particularly relish the notion of having to use those skills on her fiancée. Asami shrugged Korra's concerns off as she walked past the waterbender. "Don't worry about it. I'm not some flower that'll wilt if you breathe on it too hard and besides, this isn't a fight. We're just sparring." Korra closed her eyes and fought down the urge to let out an exasperated sigh. The first toss of the medicine ball had been enough for Asami to ask Korra to take it easy and now Korra was upgrading to fists and shins. If she didn't pull her punches then this was going to get ugly fast. When Korra got to the other gym Asami was standing, barefooted, on the mats as she waited. Korra started to step onto them, but Asami held a hand up. "Shoes and socks off please. It makes it easier to keep the mats clean." "Um, okay." Korra said as she pulled her footwear off and stepped forward to join Asami. "Do you want to put some protective gear on?" "Nah, it'll just get in the way." Asami’s knees bent beneath her and she held both hands, fingers straight, in front of her. Korra frowned to herself as she eyed Asami. The other woman’s stance was all wrong. The way Asami was leaning forward meant she couldn’t throw a proper kick and her hands were too low to protect her head. Korra balled her right hand into a fist and threw a lazy jab that even a beginner would be able to dodge. Asami's head dipped away from the fist and she exploded forward, her forehead driving into Korra's ribs while grabbing behind Korra's knees. As Korra's back hit the mat her brain flashed backwards. This was the exact same thing that Asami had done to her when she had tried to kill Mako. She had dismissed that occurrence as an act of desperation to save her friend, but it happening again proved Korra wrong. This wasn't an accident, it was intentional. Asami was a trained grappler. Korra pushed her hands flat against the mat as she tried to squirm away. Asami wrapped her arms around the waterbender's waist and gripped her hands together. As Korra continued trying to escape Asami raised her hips into the air while keeping her shoulder pressed into Korra and walked her feet around until she was near perpendicular to Korra. When Korra's right hand came off the mat to push against Asami's shoulder a pale arm slid beneath her neck. Asami gripped her hands together and she began pushing her shoulder forward against Korra's tricep. Korra's feet frantically kicked against the mat as she continued trying to get away from Asami to no avail. The pressure against her neck continued to rise and her eyes began to grow heavy while a sudden drowsiness swept through her body as if it were time to take a nap. The pressure abruptly abated as Asami let go of Korra's neck and rolled over to sit on her bottom. “Are you all right, Korra?” She asked, her voice more than a little anxious as she searched for any signs of injury. Korra rested her fingers on her temple as she shook her head from side to side to try and dispel the cobwebs that had formed in a short few seconds. Several seconds passed before she sat up and looked at Asami. “What did you do to me? It felt like I was about to pass out.” “I put you in a blood choke, more specifically an arm triangle.” Asami explained as she hugged her knees with her arms. “Those kinds of chokes cut off the flow of blood to the brain and can put a person to sleep if applied properly. Are you all right?” “I'm fine, but I think my ego is a little bruised.” A chagrined looking Korra said. “I've always taken pride in my skill as a warrior, but you completely crushed me and it didn't feel like you were trying either.” “Only because you thought I was just a pretty face so you underestimated me. I did the same thing when we were playing chess. I didn't think you would be any good so I didn't take you seriously until it was too late.” Asami pointed out with a grin that was equal parts teasing and sheepish. “You got me there.” Korra admitted as she rubbed the back of her neck. “That doesn't change the fact that you still would have crushed me even if I had been taking you seriously. I've never trained any kind of grappling so the fight would have been over the moment you got me to the ground.” “None at all? Your people don't train any kind of grappling at all? Not even wrestling?” Korra shook her head. “No.” She hesitated for a moment before continuing. “Well, not any more. My people used to have a wrestling style of their own, but then the war began and wrestling fell by the wayside as being impractical. What's the use of wrestling when it would just get you stabbed or burned?” The words had barely left her lips when the answer to her rhetorical question dawned on Korra. The war was over so her reason for not training grappling was no longer applicable. She raised her gaze to look at her fiancée. Korra might not have ever trained grappling before, but the ease with which she had been dismantled was evidence that Asami had trained plenty. “Can you teach me... whatever your style of grappling is called? I'd like to learn.” “You want me to teach you?” Asami blinked in surprise at the question. “I suppose I could show you some stuff, but I'm only a purple belt. It'd be better if you learned from the black belt who trains me, but... well... he's from the Fire Nation. He moved to Republic City to teach judo about a decade ago.” Korra flinched as soon as she heard the words Fire Nation and she looked away to hide the way her face involuntarily twisted in anger. “I see... Well, thank you for telling me. I still want to learn, but not from him. Please teach me, Asami.” “All right, if you insist.” Asami said as she started to stand up. “I guess we should start with the basic positions.” What Korra had said was true. She did want to learn, but she hadn't explained why. This was a style of fighting that she had never seen before and her vulnerability to it was a flaw Korra wanted to remedy. Furthermore she would be able to pass it onto her people once she had mastered it. Lastly it would also help pass the excess of free time she had found herself burdened with. If accomplishing all of that meant calling Asami master then that was a price she was willing to pay.

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Chapter 9 - Chapter 9

Asami came to a halt next to a door near the bottom of a staircase. She opened it and gestured towards the inside. “After you.” Inside the room was a heavy wooden desk in between three chairs, two armchairs on one side and an office chair on the other. The top of the desk was empty save for a lamp on one end and a phone on the other. Asami waved at one of the armchairs as she moved around the desk and lowered herself into the cushy office chair. “Take a seat if you want, this should only take a couple of minutes.” As Korra sat down Asami picked up the phone’s handset up off the metal hooks and she began to spin the round dial at its base. Korra tilted her head to the side as she watched curiously. "What does this device do?" "It's a phone. It lets me talk to people in other places. Right now I'm calling the tailor to see if we can schedule an appointment for you." Asami's finger came to a halt and she glanced up from the dial. "I should also mention it's considered polite to wait until someone is done using the phone before speaking to them." Korra nodded and she sat back in her chair. Asami started spinning the dial again. Seconds after she finished a ringing sound emitted from the handset and another before a man picked up. "Madame Liying's. How might we serve you?" “Hello, this is Asami Sato. I was calling to see if you had any available times for an appointment.” “Oh, Miss Sato. Yes, one moment please." There was a brief pause, interrupted by the sound of paper rustling. "Madame Liying left instructions saying that you were welcome to come by at your leisure and she would attend to you herself." "She will?" Asami said, unable to keep the surprise from her voice. "That's very generous of her. Thank you for letting me know. I'll be sure to take her up on that. Have a nice day." She set the handset back onto the stand and slumped back in her chair. 'Now that's interesting. Why would she be expecting a call... oh duh. She read that article like everyone else. She knows I brought Korra here and anticipated I might need to get her clothes. Of course she wants us to come by. Being able to claim the newest council member as one of her clients would be another feather in her cap. I guess it doesn't really make any difference to me in the end. Korra needs more clothes and Liying's shop is the best place for us to go...' "Would you be okay with going to the tailor right now, Korra?" Korra glanced up from her fingernails as Asami spoke to her. "Sure, why not? It's not like I have anything else to do at the moment." She put her hands on the chair's arms and pushed herself up to her feet. "Let's go." Nearly half an hour later Asami had parked her car inside a concrete building and the two of them were walking down the sidewalk. After a couple of minutes they turned onto a side street lined with brick and mortar buildings, each of them flying the flag, or banners in some cases, of the United Republic. Asami raised her hand in front of Korra, bringing the waterbender to a sudden stop. "So, this is Zorri Lane. There's plenty of places to buy clothes in Republic City, but the best tailors in the city work here." She pointed at a storefront across from them. "That's where we're going." In the very center of the storefront in question was a glass door with the words 'Madame Liying' writ upon it in cursive gold letters. Beneath the owner's name and title was the number five and the street name. On either side of the door were wide glass display cases. In each were mannequins sporting shimmering dresses. Beneath them on the floor were rows of small boxes full of black velvet and various accouterments of all sorts of precious metals and gems. Asami glanced in both directions before crossing the street and heading into the store. The man she had spoken with earlier was seated behind a curved desk with a phone and folders full of paper. He looked up as they entered, his gaze falling on Asami first before darting towards and lingering on Korra. “Miss Sato, Miss Korra, welcome to Madame Liying’s. If you’ll wait a minute I’ll inform her you’re here.” He stood and disappeared down one of two hallways located at opposite sides of the foyer. When the man returned he was accompanied by a tall and willowy woman wearing a red dress cut in the latest style. Her chestnut brown hair was bound up in a messy bun on the back of her neck and crows feet were present at the corners of her blue eyes. She placed her palms together and bowed towards them. "Miss Sato, it's a pleasure to see you again. Miss Korra, my name is Liying and it's the greatest of honors to welcome you to my shop. I have a room set aside if you'll please follow me." Liying turned and headed down the hallway she had come out of, Asami and Korra in tow. She stopped next to a door made of reddish wood, pushing and holding it open for them. The room inside was windowless and the walls were covered in swirling mahogany panels. In one of the corners opposite the door stood an oval mirror tall and wide enough for a person to see all of themselves in it. In the other was a divider of folding panels carved from dark oak and set at an angle so that it obscured the corner and anyone standing behind it from view. Facing the mirror and divider were a pair of club chairs and in-between them was a clothing rack full of empty hangers and tools hanging from the sides. "Nothing for me today." Asami stated as she took a seat in one of the club chairs. "I’m just here to help Korra out. She could use some clothes for everyday wear. Fifteen tops and bottoms, underwear, socks and some shoes would be a good start. The other thing is that I'm planning to throw a gala, black tie in a week maybe, so Korra needs an outfit for that, sooner than later." 'Oops, I was talking about her like she wasn’t there. She just got mad at my dad for the same thing, not to mention I was basically ordering for her as well.' Asami's eyes flicked towards the woman in question, but Korra’s face was placid, lacking in any hints of irritation or anger. If anything she seemed glad that Asami had taken the lead. “A week you say? We can accommodate that, but it’d be a rush order which costs extra of course.” Liying said as she considered Korra, her gaze sweeping over muscular arms and those fur and hide garments. “First thing we need to do is to find out what we’re working with.” She went to the clothing rack and retrieved a thin narrow strip of cloth tape and small notepad from it. Korra took a long step back as Liying started to approach her and she warily eyed the tape. "What is that for?" "I need to get your measurements, Korra, to make sure your clothes will fit properly. I also may have to move parts of you for certain measurements just so you know. " Liying explained as she turned the tape so that the black numbers printed on it were visible to the waterbender. After a moment Korra shrugged and Liying moved forward again. She raised one of Korra's hands up and set it so that her arm was bent and hand resting on her hip. Liying's tape ran from Korra's shoulder to the end of her wrist before Liying wrote down a number on her pad. After that the tape wrapped around Korra's wrist and then her bicep. The tailor stepped behind Korra as she measured from the back of one shoulder to the back of the other. "Well that was the easy part. The next few measurements are a bit more intrusive. Let me know if you don't feel comfortable with where my hands or tape end up dear." Korra threw a pensive look towards Asami and Asami gave an encouraging smile in return. "It'll be okay, Korra. Madame Liying has never been anything but professional with me." Korra started as the tape wound around the widest part of her hips for a moment before moving upwards to her waist and grew taut again. After Liying jotted down the latest number she pulled the tape away from Korra's waist and dangled it between her hands. "Would you prefer to remove your shirt and anything you might have underneath it out here or behind the partition? I need to measure your bust." "E-excuse me!?" An indignant Korra sputtered as her eyes narrowed. "You want me to do what? No. Absolutely not." Liying faltered for a second before pulling the tape away and taking a step away from Korra. “As you wish. In that case may I ask what your cup size is? Knowing that would allow me to make an estimate at the dimensions needed for your tops as well as your undergarments.” “My... cup size?” Korra repeated, her brow furrowed. After a moment she looked over at Asami. “I don't know what that means. Translate please.” 'She doesn't know what bras are? That's odd. Wait, no it isn't. The South Pole's been cut off for well over a hundred years and bras only started showing up in the last fifty or so. Before that women wore corsets...' Asami shifted in her chair as she looked at Korra, the question of the waterbender was wearing underneath that tunic now firmly planted in the front of her mind. “She’s talking about bras. They’re a type of clothing that women in Republic City and other places use to support their breasts. Liying, would you mind fetching us an example? I’m sure you must have one buried somewhere around here.” Liying gave a short bow. "As you wish. I'll see if I can find any, Miss Sato." Once the tailor had left the room Asami drummed her fingers on the arm of her chair. "May I ask you something, Korra? It's kinda a forward question so I'd understand if you don't feel like answering." "What is it?" "I've seen you in action and your movement didn't seem restricted like it would be if you were wearing a corset. What kind of undergarment are you using to support your chest, if any?" Korra’s head dipped lower as she considered herself and the outfit she was wearing. Her head came back up and she glanced at the still-shut door. Her hands rose to the sides of her tunic and she pulled it off in a single movement. Asami started in surprise and her eyes widened at the sight in front of her. Narrow strips of supple white leather rested atop her shoulders, broadening as they ran down to the top of her ribcage so that her bosom was both concealed and held up by them at the same time. 'Holy crap, that's a really chiseled stomach. How did she get a set of abs like that? The more she takes off the more perfect her breasts look. Wait, am I staring? Asami, you slackjawed idiot. Snap out of it!' Asami cleared her throat as she shook herself out of her reverie. Korra didn't seem to have noticed anything out of the ordinary so maybe it hadn't been that long after all Asami decided. "Okay, that's an answer I wasn't expecting. This reminds me of a halter top, but it's a lot more reinforced." Asami said as she leaned forward to get a better look at the garment and definitely not was underneath it. "Well yeah, it has to be." Korra stated as she eyed the same parts of her body that Asami was. "If I'm going into battle then I can't be worrying about my chest bouncing around. Anyways, does this answer your question?" "Yes, it does." Asami replied. 'Though now I have some new ones...' "Liying should be back soon so you might want to put your clothes back on." "Oh, right." Korra pulled her tunic back on and tugged it into place. "Do I really need to have my breasts measured? Can't Liying just eyeball it and make adjustments as needed? It's what I do when I'm sewing my clothes." "Technically that's possible." Asami admitted after checking behind her to make sure that Liying wasn't in the room to hear this. "I wouldn't recommend it however. A bra that's not properly fitted could end up being too tight or the straps might dig into your shoulders just to name a few problems that might happen. Plus it can issue issues with any garments that you wear over them as well." Korra let out an exasperated sigh and she looked at the nearby wall, as if suddenly fascinated by the swirling patterns in the wood. Asami remained silent as the gears spun in the waterbenders head and Korra looked back at her after a spell. "All she really needs is the numbers right? What if you two show me how to do the measurements and I take them myself?" “I think we can handle that. Let me go see where Liying is.” Asami headed to the door and stepped out into the hallway. Liying was standing a short distance away right where Asami knew she would be. In the tailors hands was a hodgepodge of elastic and white cotton fibers. Liying gave Asami a polite smile. “Are you ready for me to come back in, Miss Sato?” "Not just yet. Korra and I worked out a compromise so I'll need the tape please. In the meantime would you mind fetching us a dress that you think will suit Korra and perhaps some high heels as well?” After heading back inside Asami unzipped her jacket and removed it before draping it over the back of the chair she had been sitting in. “I'm going to demonstrate the measurements for Korra and she's going to take them herself so I'll need the tape please. Korra, that thing there is a bra. There's other kinds, but pretty much all of them will look like this for the most part.” Asami handed the garment to Korra, who examined it briefly before setting it aside and returning her attention to her fiancée. Asami circled the tape around her chest and pressed her fingers against it to mark a spot on the underside of one breast. “So the first three measurements are for your underbust. You'll be doing this with a bare chest by the way. The exact spot will be different for you, but you want to find the point where your breast tissue is attached to your chest.” She pulled the tape into position to demonstrate as she continued to talk. “First one is a loose measurement, the second will be more snug and the third will be as tight as you can like you're trying to break the tape, but don't actually do that.” Asami hastily added on at the end. Given the size of Korra's muscles she probably could manage that feat. The tape slackened and moved higher up on Asami's breast. “So the next three are all right here, around the fullest part of your breast.” She spread her feet apart as she demonstrated each of the positions as she described them. The difference is your stance. Stand straight up for the first one, lean forward as much as you can for the second then lie down on your back for the last.” “All right, sounds simple enough.” Korra said as she took the tape from Asami then grabbed the pad Liying had been writing her measurements down on before disappearing behind the divider. Asami moved over to the chair and fell more than sat on it. She rested her chin on her hand as she stared at the wooden partition concealing Korra. 'By now she's taken her shirt off again, but this time that halter of hers is off too. Really didn't expect that she would just show me her underwear like that when I asked about it. Why did it affect me so much? It didn't reveal any of her private parts even if it exposed more skin than bathing suits in Republic City do. I guess I was just surprised considering how she reacted to Liying asking her to strip. At least I've learned something about Korra's taboos today.' By the time Korra had finished measuring herself Liying had returned. The tailor had brought a sleeveless royal blue dress with wide shoulder straps and several pairs of black high heels with her. The dress had been hung on the rack and the heels set down beneath it. Liying gestured at the dress after Korra came out from behind the divider. “So I went with a royal blue and I was thinking of pairing it with a white shawl since those are Water Tribe colors. You might have already noticed that the dress is overly large, but's intentional. I use oversized dresses so that all of my clients can get a first impression of how a dress looks on them and whether they're interested in it or not. Please feel free to try it on.” Korra gingerly picked the dress up and held it at arm's length with a faint look of distaste on her face. She leaned forward and her hand drifted between the different pairs of heels before picking one of them up. Korra turned her wrist so that the spikes were pointed upwards and she curved an eyebrow at the sight before shrugging. She headed behind the divider and hung the dress from it and the heels thumped on the floor. When she came out Korra was clutching at the front of her dress up with her right hand and lifting the hem of dress with her left to keep it out of the way. She was wobbling as she walked towards the mirror, each painstakingly slow step threatening to drop her to the floor. “This is insane! Why would anyone wear shoes like these?” She complained. “It’s all I can do just to keep from falling over and that's from just trying to walk normally. There’s no way I could run or bend or do anything in these things!” Asami stifled the urge to chuckle as Korra kicked the heels off so violently they flew halfway across the room. “I can understand that. Heels aren’t very practical, but they’re required for women of Republic City on certain occasions..." Her voice trailed off as her gazed drifted to Liying and an obvious realization dawned on her. "I think we're going about this the wrong way, Liying. We're trying to pick outfits that a woman from Republic City would wear, but Korra isn't from Republic City. Would you go fetch us a dinner suit?” Liying's eyebrows curved up and the whites of her eyes doubled in size at Asami's request. She twisted to look at Korra and covered her mouth with one finger. “A dinner suit... you say. Yes... I like this.” Liying murmured thoughtfully. “It's bold. It'll catch people by surprise while scandalizing some of the old guard and the papers will eat it up. I'll be right back.” The tailor hurried as quickly out of the room as her dignity would permit. Once she was gone Korra bent over to pick up the heels and started to carry them back over towards the rack. “So what do you mean when you say outfits that a woman would wear? Women need an extra piece of underwear, but why should there be a difference other than that? Clothes are clothes.” 'How pragmatic. I suppose living in the South Pole will do that to you since you're more concerned with not freezing to death than how your outfit looks. That would explain why all of her tribe were wearing pretty much the same outfit.' “Maybe that's the case in the South Pole, but that's not the custom here in Republic City.” Asami pointed out. “Your customs are weird.” Korra muttered. “To me anyways, but I guess since I'm in Republic City then I should get used to it.” Asami was spared the need to reply by Liying returning to the room once more. The tailor was carrying clothes like before, but there were no shoes this time. Instead she held a black jacket with gold buttons on its lapels and a white vest to go underneath it along with a pair of black trousers with suspenders attached. “So these aren’t Water Tribe colors I’m afraid. I don’t have many men as customers and this was the only dining suit near your size that I could find. Would you care to try it on?” Korra adjusted her grip on the neckline of her dress and tugged it back up towards her neck as she took the garments from Liying with her free hand. She went behind the divider and a moment later a wadded up ball of blue silk arced over the divider. Liying winced as she retrieved the dress and hung it from the rack, but not with taking her time to smooth out any wrinkles. Korra walked back out a minute later and a tiny grin found its way onto Asami's face at the sight in front of her. 'That's it. Well it will be once Liying finishes her work.' The trousers were several centimeters too long and continued past Korra's ankle bone onto her foot. Her jacket hung limply on her shoulders and the fabric of her shirt was caught up on her breasts, pulling the shirt's hem upwards, exposing her midriff. The waterbender strode towards the mirror and examined her reflection for a few seconds before turning to face Asami. “Do I have to wear heels with this outfit?” “No, you don't, Korra.” Asami replied after suppressing the urge to chuckle at Korra's blatant and unconcealed disdain for a kind of footwear she had only first encountered in the last half hour. “If you chose a dress then you would need heels since this is a black tie event. If you pick this outfit then you would wear a pair of pumps instead which are much easier to walk in than heels.” “Right. Well that settles that. I'll go with the suit.” Korra declared with a finality that made it clear she considered the matter over. She turned towards Liying. “So what do you want in trade for all of this? It would take me a day or two, but I can hunt and fish so if you want meat or furs then I can get them. I'm also a healer if you would prefer that.” “Ah...” Liying's composure cracked and she straightened up as her eyes widened before her face turned ever so slowly in Asami's direction in a mute appeal for help. “That won't be necessary.” Asami cut in as she leaped to the tailor's rescue and out of her chair at the same time. She dug her wallet out of her jacket and pulled a thin rectangular piece of pink paper and held it up. “We don't use the barter system in Republic City, we pay for things using yuans.” Korra leaned closer as she peered at the numbers and depiction of Republic City Hall on the yuan. “Huh... okay, well I don't have any of those so I don't know how I'm supposed to pay for this.” “You don't have to, Korra. I'm the one paying for this.” Asami explained. “All you have to worry about is deciding what you want to get.” There was plenty of decisions remaining for Korra, but the most important one had been made. After they were finished here Liying and her staff would set about making the necessary alterations. Until then Korra and Asami had nothing to do but wait.

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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3

A white car with a blue leather top streaked down the middle lane of the highway. There were vehicles flanking it in the lanes to its left and right, but none of them stayed there for long. The car raced ahead, ever faster and faster as it left them all behind. Asami jammed her foot against the brake, pushing it all the way to the floor. The car continued to accelerate. She grabbed a hold of the wheel and spun it to one side then the other. The car continued to accelerate. Asami hit the latch of her seatbelt and threw the belt aside before trying the door. It didn't open. She looked to her right just as the car went over the edge of the unfinished bridge. The swiftly approaching ground took up more and more of the windshield until she couldn't see anything else. Asami's eyes shot open to blackness in every direction. 'Wait, where am I? Why is it so dark?' A rasping sound came from her right and Asami's head snapped towards it. There was a brief pause before the sound came a second time, this one longer than the first. 'Oh right, I'm in Korra's igloo... I guess I shouldn't be surprised she snores. I just hope she doesn't like to sleep in since I'm stuck in here until she wakes up.' Asami grabbed the edge of the blankets on her side and lifted them up. She started to ease her legs out when Korra shot upright to a sitting position. Her eyes darted all around as she scanned the igloo all around her, fist held in the air, before they focused on Asami. Asami gave a weak smile. “Good morning, Korra.” After a moment Korra's hand dropped back to her side. “Morning. Looks like the storm's passed.” She leaned forwards, over Asami's legs and grabbed her boots. “I'm guessing you need to use the bathroom.” Korra waved her hand and a portion of ice in one of the 'corners' shifted into liquid before heading off to another 'corner.' “Let me know when you're done so I can take my turn.” Korra pulled her boots on and opened up the doorway before disappearing. Asami stared after her for a moment before crawling towards the hole. Frozen waste filled the bottom and her stomach churned. 'You've got to be kidding. This is her toilet? Well, when in Republic City...' “I'm never doing that again.” Asami muttered to herself afterwards as she stepped out of the igloo. “All yours, Korra.” The waterbender disappeared into her igloo and Asami glanced around the camp. Most of the hunters were already out and back at the work they had abandoned the previous day. A couple of them were busy loading up the camels with bags. After a few seconds she saw a familiar face waving at her from the far side of the camp. Asami glanced behind her at Korra's igloo before heading towards said person. “Good morning, Bolin. How are your ribs doing?” Bolin tentatively touched his side and grimaced in discomfort. “Nalon finished healing them  last night, but they're still sore. I should be fine in a couple of days though. So how did your talk with Tonraq go? I didn't get the chance to ask yesterday because of the storm.” “Oh, well... I'm engaged now so we got what we came here for I guess.” “You did? To who? Is it one of these people out here?” Bolin's head swiveled back and forth between the members of the Southern Water Tribe currently present. “They all seem to be on the older side. You didn't get engaged to someone twice your age, did you?” “No. This person is our age, a woman named Korra.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay, time out.” Bolin pressed his hands together in front of him in the shape of a T. “Korra? The woman who attacked me yesterday? That Korra!?” Asami grimaced. “Yes, I'm afraid so. If I had the option I would pick someone else, but she's the chief's only child. We need to keep in mind that this is politics. We don't have to like her, but me marrying Korra cements the alliance we came here for.” “Which means that I need to try and forget what she did to me yesterday.” Bolin sighed and rubbed at his neck. “I can manage that. Gotta say, though, I'm not envying you right now, Asami. From what I've seen so far Korra looks like she'll be a real handful. I don't suppose we can just leave her here and say that the two of you already got married?” Asami laughed dryly and patted Bolin on the shoulder. “No, we can't do that. People need to see her to know that she's real and not someone we made up. It'll keep the opposition from saying that our alliance is illegitimate. I just hope it won't be too hard to talk her into coming back to Republic City with us. Maybe we should start with something small. Like breakfast.” Bolin glanced towards one of the icy carcasses before shuddering. “That's not a bad idea, but let's not eat here. I could use a hot meal after last night.” Asami turned towards the ridge obscuring their view of the ocean. “Me too. I just hope the yacht is there. Korra said it probably would probably head away from shore to escape the storm. Let me go take a look.” She strode forward up to the top of the ridge before shading her eyes. In the distance a white vessel was sitting in the middle of the bay, but facing in the opposite direction of the last time she had seen it. Asami turned back towards the camp and began to make her way down. As she reached the bottom Korra stepped out of the igloo while adjusting her pants. The waterbender glanced towards Asami before turning and heading towards another one of the igloos. She put a hand next to the door and leaned forward for a moment. Several seconds later and Tonraq emerged. The two of them were too far away for Asami to hear what they were saying to each other, but Tonraq had a solemn look on his face. After a minute he embraced his daughter and squeezed her tightly before letting go. Korra backed up before turning around and heading straight for Asami. “Shall we go? I'm eager to get to Republic City.” Asami and Bolin exchanged a glance. “What? Like right now?” Asami asked, taken aback by the sudden statement. “Don't you need to pack some clothes for the journey or some of your personal belongings?” Korra looked down at her outfit then shook her head. “I already have all the clothes I need and I didn't bring any of my stuff on this hunting trip. If you're ready then so am I.” “Alright then, I guess it's time to go.” Asami muttered as she turned back towards the ocean. As she started walking her fiance fell in beside her matching her stride for stride. Bolin looked back and forth between the two women before shaking his head and following along behind them. After several minutes the trio arrived at the icy shoreline. Asami stopped moving at the water's edge and her head swiveled from one side to the other as she looked around the bay. “Where's the boat, Bolin?” “Umm, it was right here when... I left it.” “It was probably blown away during the storm.” Korra stated. “The boat wasn't anchored down from what I saw. Even if it had been the winds might have snapped the line anyways. You could try looking for it, but I wouldn't bet on finding it.” “Well, now what?” Bolin asked. “Are we supposed to swim?” Korra waved her arm at the water and in seconds a bridge of ice, wide enough for several people to walk abreast, had formed across the surface. She started to walk forward, then stopped and looked back over her shoulder. “Coming?” Neither of them moved for a moment then Asami placed one foot on the edge of the bridge. To her surprise the surface wasn't slick or slippery. It actually felt rough, enough so that her boot had no problem finding a grip. After a moment she took a step back and reached down to pick up a small frosty pebble from the shore and stuck it in her pocket. Bolin frowned at her before Asami shrugged and walked out onto the bridge. When she drew near to the end of the bridge Korra waved her arm again, faster this time, and the ice extended all the way to the rear of the vessel. When Korra got to the end she hopped up onto the deck before turning and holding her hand out. Asami grabbed it and Korra pulled, helping her up. “Bolin! Asami!” Korra and Asami turned as a voice called out from up above. In short order, the source was descending the curving staircase towards them. A tall man with spiked black hair wearing the same gray canvas jacket, but with a red scarf around his neck, jumped the last few steps onto the bottom deck. “Are you both okay? That was a pretty nasty wind-storm last night.” Bolin grabbed the ladder at the back of the ship and started to pull himself up before grimacing and stopping. “Little help here, Mako?” Mako grabbed Bolin's wrist and dragged him onto the ship, but not without another grimace from Bolin. “You okay, Bolin?” “I slipped and fell on the ice.” Bolin said, his gaze averted from Korra. “Little bruised, but nothing to worry about. How did you fare during the storm?” “Pretty good. We all got a little freaked out when that first gust hit us, but Lee got us out of the bay in a hurry. There doesn't seem to be any damage, but I need to charge the batteries.” Mako pulled a nearby metal hatch open. Inside were a myriad of metallic blocks and pipes of various shapes and sizes running throughout the compartment, including a metal rod jutting out from the block nearest the door. He pointed his index and middle finger at it and a bluish-white bolt of incandescent light cut a jagged streak through the air as it slammed into the rod. Something flickered on the edge of Asami's vision and she turned her head towards it. Korra's hands had balled into fists, her knees had bent and her eyes had narrowed. More telling than that was the score of narrow tipped spikes of ice, each perhaps half a meter in length, hovering in the air to either side of her. 'Oh crap.' “Mako get down!” The spikes streaked through the air only to crash against the metal hull and shatter as Mako threw himself to the floor. At the same time Asami hurled herself towards Korra, crouching lower to push her forehead against the woman's stomach while wrapping her hands around Korra's knees and driving forward. The two of them fell and Asami turned her head. “Get out of here, Mako!” Mako and Bolin's boots hammered against the stairs as both of them scrambled to get away. Korra's feet kicked at the ground as she thrashed like a wild animal desperate to get out from underneath Asami. Asami raised her hips into the air as she drove her shoulder downwards, keeping the waterbender pinned to the deck. “Korra stop!” Korra's thrashing came to an abrupt halt and she glowered at Asami. “Why is there a firebender on your ship!?” Asami let go and she took her time in standing all the way up, half expecting Korra to start fighting again. “You've got a lot to learn, Korra. Not everyone who can firebend is your enemy. Like Mako. He's a good man and he's also my friend. If you had taken the time to actually talk to him instead of trying to kill him then you might have realized that. Now are you going to behave yourself?” Asami demanded. “...Yes.” Korra muttered sullenly. “Good. If you'll come with me then I can show you your room.” As Korra stood up Asami closed the door leading to the engine room then headed for a walkway leading along the side of the ship. Korra gazed at the pathway of ice for a moment before waving her hand at it. The bridge shuddered, cracked, then dissolved and rejoined the sea as Korra followed after Asami. The other woman had stopped by a wooden door, which she held open for the waterbender. Inside was a hallway leading towards the front of the ship. The wooden floor was covered by sets of finely woven soft beige rugs and along each wall were a pair of doors along with another at the very end. Korra took a few steps inside then came to a halt as she looked around in confusion. “Why is it so hot in here? It's freezing outside.” Asami pointed at a metal grate in the ceiling. “The heater is running in here. Just because it's freezing outside doesn't mean we have to freeze inside. Your room's over here.” Asami stopped by the last door on the right. “I'm in that one there.” She pointed at the door on the end before opening the door to Korra's room and walking inside. The walls were covered in wood overlays stained a rich dark brown. Rectangular windows on the side of the room adjacent to the hull were covered by tan blinds. In the center of the room itself was a raised bed-frame bearing a king size mattress covered by a white blanket patterned by lilac flowers and shrubs. Opposite the bed was another smaller room with a sliding door. Korra's eyes lingered on the bed for several seconds before she headed into the bathroom. A shower with a clear glass partition stood to her right and two sinks with polished silver faucets was in front of her. She turned one of the handles and water spewed out of the faucet. Korra brushed her finger against the stream before starting in surprise. “It's... warm. I've never felt water this warm before.” Korra said in a soft voice as she passed her fingers back and forth through the stream. 'She hasn't? If she's impressed by a faucet then I'd love to see how she reacts when she takes her first shower.' Asami cleared her throat. “Okay well, feel free to look around the boat if you'd like. I'm going to head up and tell the pilot to get us underway then get some breakfast started if you'd care to join us.” Korra didn't react, instead continuing to fiddle with the hot water handle, as if she hadn't heard. Asami lingered in the doorway a moment longer before closing the door behind her as she left the bedroom. She turned and headed back out to the walkway before moving forward towards another staircase going upwards. The brothers were already present on the second deck. Bolin was sitting in one of the armchairs while Mako was pacing back and forth. The second he noticed Asami Mako's voice rang out in a shout. “Bolin told me everything. That's the person you're going to marry? What is her problem!?” Asami sighed and she looked back over her shoulder towards the stairs leading to the bedrooms. “I'm afraid so. Korra and I are engaged. I'm not quite sure what the deal with her is just yet, but the fact you're a firebender doesn't help. I'm not blaming you for what happened, that was all Korra, but it might be best if you tried to avoid her on the way back, Mako.” “Yeah, sure. I'll try that. It's not like we're all stuck on this boat for a couple of days.” Mako muttered as he rolled his eyes. “Right... well I'll try to keep her below decks as much as I can. Would you mind charging the batteries now? It should be safe down there for the moment. Bolin, can you tell Lee we're ready to head home?” While Mako started heading for the engine, and Bolin for the cockpit, Asami moved back towards the second staircase. As she reached the bottom deck the nose of the ship began to turn until it was pointed north. Mako wasn't wrong, she knew. Two days on a vessel, even one as large and luxurious as this, with a bomb ready to explode at any moment was a recipe for disaster. The question on her mind was whether she could keep Korra's fuse from igniting. How she was supposed to accomplish that, Asami wasn't sure, but a hot meal wasn't a bad way to start.

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Chapter 16 - Chapter 16

“Forty-seven... forty-eight... forty-nine-” Korra pushed herself up onto her hands and toes one last time before rocking back onto her knees. “Fifty.” She pushed herself up to her feet before dashing forward across the gym floor in a headlong sprint. As she neared the far side of the room Korra turned and her feet skidded on the wooden floor before she came to a halt. Korra pushed her hands against the wall then spun and hurtled herself forwards. When she reached the opposite wall Korra turned and dashed again then again and again, each dash as fast she could manage in the enclosed space. After half a dozen such more sprints Korra came to a halt and she leaned forward, placing her hands on her hips as she took several deep breaths. Korra moved to the heavy punching bag, a thick round cylinder held aloft by by metal chains. She bent over, grabbing a pair of shin guards that had been lying on the floor, and fastened them to her legs. Next to them sat a pair of leather gloves with an extra thick layer of padding surrounding her thumb and fingers. She tugged them onto one hand then the other, not bothering to lace them up before throwing her first punch, a short hook. The leather surface dented as her blow landed and it swayed to the left. She hammered it with another hook then another, each strike harder than its predecessor before stepping back and slamming her shin into it. The bag lurched back and forth at first, but began to swing as she continued to batter it, the sound of every impact echoing off the walls. Korra growled under her breath as she chased after it, refusing to let it escape so easily. “You know, I think the people on the other side of the mansion can hear you hitting that thing, Korra. I'll consider myself lucky that you didn't ask me to hold pads for you since I'm pretty sure they wouldn't protect me given how hard you're hitting.” Asami was at the entrance to the room, leaning against the door-frame as she watched Korra. Korra raised one hand to stop the bag from swinging into her. “You're back from the city already? I thought you were going to be gone for a while.” “So did I.” Asami said with a shrug as she walked towards Korra. “It didn't take nearly as long as I was expecting.” “Where did you go? You didn't say anything and it seemed like you were in a hurry.” Korra pulled her hand away from the bag and it swayed a few centimeters, nowhere near enough for her to worry about it bumping into her. “I went to RCU to speak with someone there. A psychologist.” “A what?” Korra frowned at Asami. “What the heck is a psychologist?” “Psychologists are scientists who study the mind and its-” “The mind?” Korra repeated, her face contorting. “This is about what happened this morning, isn't it!?” She grabbed at one of the gloves then the other, yanking them off and hurling them at the floor. “You think you need someone to poke around in my head to see if I'm crazy!?” Her voice rose to a fever pitch as she spoke and her fingers started to twitch and curl into claws. Korra took one step forward then another and her eyes narrowed as she glared at Asami. As Korra drew nearer Asami began to back up, her hands held up in front of her with their palms facing outwards. “I don't think you're crazy, Korra. You just have things that you need to work on. I'd help you with this if I could, but I'm not remotely qualified so I had to find someone who was.” “Of course you did! Because that's what you do, isn't it? Hey everyone, look it's Asami Sato, the person who has to fix every problem she sees even though nobody asked her to. Isn't she just so wonderful!?” A scowl darkened Asami's face. “That wasn't called for. If you feel like apologizing then you know where to find me.” Korra made a rude gesture towards the doorway after Asami had left before heading back over to the heavy bag. She balled her hand into a fist and struck it. “Is this how you channel the rage and aggression? By hitting things?” As her knuckles made contact, Korra's head turned towards the unfamiliar voice, and they remained in place against the leather surface. Standing in nearly the same spot that Asami had been was a woman wearing a plain black turtleneck sweater and gray slacks. She was short and slender with black hair bound up in a long ponytail. Glasses with a thin black metal frame rested on her heart shaped face and beneath them was a pair of piercing blue eyes. “Why don't you come over here and find out!?” Korra snarled. The woman chuckled and she walked forward, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. Once she was within arms reach of the waterbender she came to a halt and looked up. She was a head shorter than Korra and lacking the muscles possessed by the waterbender. “I'll take you up on half of that. As for the rest, there would be no point. You're clearly far stronger and much more adept at combat than I am. As such I am incapable of defending myself against you in a physical confrontation should you wish me harm. What skills I do possess are of an academic nature.” Korra straightened up, taken aback by the woman’s candor and bluntness. Not everyone in the Southern Water Tribe was a warrior. There were other roles needed for their survival that didn't involve fighting. Despite that every member of their tribe was trained in combat to the point that they were capable of protecting themselves from the wild beasts that stalked the plains in search of prey. Now here she was, face to face with a woman who had professed not only to be helpless in such matters, but almost seemed proud of said helplessness. “You're the psychologist Asami was talking about.” “I am, but you may call me Ralla.” She said with a shallow bow that made Korra retreat a step to avoid getting hit. "So, this is how you channel the rage and aggression?" Ralla asked again as she cast her gaze towards the punching bag. "It's the best way I've found. It's not safe for me to spar with other people after... " Korra rubbed at the back of her neck as she glanced away from Ralla. "I have trouble pulling my punches." Ralla headed over to the punching bag and positioned herself on the side opposite from Korra as she stepped out of her heels. She wrapped her arms around it and grabbed onto the base. "Then by all means, punch away." Korra raised an eyebrow, but Ralla didn't move. She shook her head, incredulous as she retrieved the gloves and pulled them back on. "All right, you asked for it." Her right hand slammed into the bag and Ralla bounced backwards, the sheer force of the blow displacing her a few centimeters. Ralla moved one foot back to brace herself while putting her shoulder against the bag just in time for Korra's second hit. It jolted her, but she remained in place this time. As Korra continued to throw, the simmering anger and frustration that had been lurking beneath the surface began to boil over. It spilled outwards, permeating everywhere through her save for her fists, the only exit points available. Korra began to huff as her punches grew faster and lighter until she was flailing away, all semblance of form forgotten and the only thing that mattered was continuing to hit the bag. She slammed her fist into the bag one last time before her hands dropped to her side. The muscles in her arms and shoulder were burning and her shoulders heaved as she panted. Korra pulled the gloves off and dropped them to the floor with limp fingers. She staggered backwards and managed a less than graceful descent to sitting on her rear end, knees bent in front of her. “Why are you here? I can't imagine you came just so you could tell me to hit things.” Ralla chuckled at that and she lowered herself to the ground in front of Korra. “I did not, but hitting things isn't necessarily bad, so long as you're hitting the right things. A punching bag happens to be a fantastic choice in that regard since that's what they're made for. As for your question, the answer is that I was curious about you.” “You were?” Korra asked in surprise before she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Right. That stupid article again.” “Not in this particular case. I don't read the RC Times. Their writers are garbage and the things they print are drivel.” Ralla said, her voice dripping with scorn. “I will admit to seeing your picture on my way to work however. This may sound hard to believe, but I had heard of you before that article was published.” “Huh?” Korra tilted her head to the side in bewilderment. “What do you mean you had heard of me before? That article came out less than a day after I got here.” “Miss Sato told you that I am a psychologist which means I study the mind. What she did not say was that my focus is on how the mind is affected by war. The life of a soldier is brutal. They do terrible things to others and see equally terrible things done to them or their comrades. Then, if they survive, they go home and find themselves in a world that doesn’t understand what they've gone through. All they see are the symptoms. Anger, anxiety, trouble sleeping, nightmares, flashbacks, paranoia, fear. It's what the lay-person calls soldier’s heart, but it has nothing to do with that particular organ. It's the mind trying to cope with the horrors it's experienced." There was no malice or anger in Ralla's voice, but Korra couldn't help but flinch as she listed off the symptoms. All of them were things she had experienced at one point or another and most of those in the last several hours since this morning. "That doesn't answer my question." Korra pointed out. "The Fire Nation's war against the other nations have never been popular here and only a handful of people were willing to fight in them. Even so, she still demanded soldiers and we had to provide them so a draft lottery was created. Most of those unfortunate enough to be selected were sent to the east to fight the Earth Kingdom or Air Nomads. However some of them went north and a few went south. One of my other patients happened to be part of that last group. They were assigned to a patrol whose task was to scout ahead of the main force. However they were discovered and the patrol wiped out save for my client. The only reason they survived was because they had been off relieving themselves. They saw the aftermath however, as well as the person responsible. A powerfully built waterbender with her hair bound up in tubes.” There was only one person in the Southern Watertribe that fit that description Korra realized. Her. Ralla was talking about her. Whatever this client was going through was a result of something she had done. “Why are you telling me this?” “Because I want you to understand that I haven't taken a side in this war. I'm willing to help you as well as the people you fought against. You were forced to fight a war that you didn't want and so were they.” Ralla pushed herself back up to her feet and she wiped her hands off on her pants. “I don't know what you went through and I never will unless you tell me. Whether that happens or not is entirely up to you. If you decide that you want to talk with me again then you can call my office. Good day, Korra.” Korra's gaze lingered on Ralla as the woman retrieved her heels and put them back on before departing. During her time in Republic City Korra had only met a handful of people, but this psychologist was easily the most bewildering among them. A woman without any proficiency in violence whose career revolved around those who depended on their ability to commit violence to survive. If that wasn’t strange enough Ralla had admitted one of her clients was someone Korra had been moments away from killing. Despite that she was still willing to help, but whether to accept that offer was a decision for later. Right now there was someone she needed to apologize to.

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Chapter 12 - Chapter 12

Korra glanced up as gravel crunched beneath her feet with each step. The sky was still blue and the sun shining brightly, but it was noticeably closer to the horizon than its apex. Odds were that it would be dark before her imminent trip was over. Ahead of her was a car with its top down and standing next to it was the vehicles owner. “Nice choice of colors, Korra. Black looks good on you. It brings out your eyes.” “It does?” Korra looked down at the black tee shirt and blue jeans that she was wearing. In addition she had a pair of what Asami had called sneakers though they didn't seem to make her footsteps any less noisy. “Thanks, Asami. Good to know I didn't pick a bad combination. Ready to go?” “Yep. So mattress store first, then where?” Asami asked as she opened the passenger side door for Korra. “Um, Kika gave me an address.” Korra stated as she withdrew a folded up piece of paper from her pocket. She sat down in the car and Asami shut the door. “I don't know how to get there, though.” “Not a problem, Korra. Open up the glove box in front of you. There's a map in there, it's the big one.” The compartment in question opened downwards, revealing a number of papers and a pair of leather gloves. Korra rummaged around before pulling out a thick bundle of paper and handing it to Asami. In seconds the other woman had unfolded it into a large sheet covered in a grid consisting of thousands of tiny lines interspersed with splotches of green and blue. “What's the address?” “Uhh, here.” Korra held the paper up where Asami could see it. Asami peered at the address for a moment then turned back towards her map. One finger hovered over the paper as she scanned over it. “Okay, I think that road is... somewhere over here. There's the crossroad... All right I got it. We'll head there once we're done at the mattress store.” Asami handed the map back to Korra, stuck her key into the ignition and turned it to start the engine. Korra folded the paper in half lengthwise then tried to fold it in the opposite direction. The middle of the paper bent into a curve instead of folding neatly like it was supposed to. She unfolded it and tried the same folds, but in reverse order this time and once again the paper refused to yield. Korra frowned as she unfolded it a second time and she rotated the paper ninety degrees in her hand and tried for a third time to no avail. She growled under her breath and started swiveling the paper back and forth as she stared at it. "Stupid piece of crap." “Keep folding it lengthwise, then fold it width wise.” Asami suggested. “Those creases can be deceiving." "Oh, there we go.” Korra said as the paper folded properly this time and she stuffed it back into the glove box. “Let's go.” She said while fastening her seat-belt. Their first destination was a squat yellow building with the business's name painted in blocky black letters on the front above the door. “Mattress Depot.” Korra read as she got out of the car. “Not a very clever name, but I guess it fits. Also is every building in Republic City made out of concrete?” “There's a lot of it, especially in the industrial areas. Concrete costs more upfront, but it's cheap when you consider how long the buildings will last.” Asami shut her door and stuck her key in her pocket. “Do you not like concrete, Korra?” “I haven't dealt with it personally, but there's some ruins from when the Fire Nation tried to build a fort in our territory. Didn't work since they didn't realize that they were building their fort on a field of ice.” Korra shook her head as she brushed the memory of those shattered blocks off as she headed forward. “Come on, Asami.” A bell jingled as Korra pushed the door open and stepped inside. In front of her was a spacious room with a low ceiling held up by several stone pillars. There was an opening on one side leading into a second room, but it was unlit and dark enough that Korra couldn't make out any details. Between her and the second room were multiple rows of white rectangles, each resting on a wooden frame and bearing a wide strip of cloth at one end. Sitting behind a folding table with a set of metal filing cabinets next to it was a man who had eaten a few too many sandwiches and not jogged enough kilometers. He looked up from the papers he was perusing at the sound of the bell and hopped up to his feet. “Good afternoon! Welcome to the Mattress Depot, I’m Akam. Is there anything I can…” Akam’s voice trailed off as he approached his latest customers. “Hey wait a second. Aren’t you that waterbender who just arrived? You are! You’re Korra and you're Asami Sato! I never thought I'd get people from the frontpage coming in here!” "Uh, yep... that's us." Korra said with a nervous laugh at the man's over the top excitement at recognizing them and his overly enthusiastic greeting. “So we're here to check out some mattresses. How does this work exactly?” “Oh, right.” Akam said as he regained some measure of his professionalism. “Not much to it really. Just take a gander around, lie down on a few mattresses and see which ones you like. If you have any questions then I'll be right over there.” He pointed at the table where he had been sitting earlier before heading back towards it. Korra slowly turned in a full circle as she looked at the sheer number of mattresses surrounding her in every direction. “Where do we start, Asami?” “Anywhere you feel. Pick a mattress and lie down to see if it's comfortable. Now I sleep on my side so I favor softer mattresses. How do you sleep, Korra? Side, back or stomach?” “On my back.” Asami took a couple of steps towards the nearest mattress as she examined a glossy piece of paper taped to the cloth strip. She moved away towards another mattress before turning around to look at the row behind her. “Okay, so the mattresses with a red or black strip are the firmest ones so let's try those out.” Korra threw a dubious glance at the nearest mattress with a black strip on it. “They sell these things after letting random people lie down on them? Don't they worry about them getting dirty?” “These are just the show models, Korra, and these strips are for our feet.” Asami explained as she sat down on the mattress before scooting backwards and lying down on her side. “The mattresses that people actually take home are in the stock room over there.” She pointed at the opening that Korra had noticed earlier. “Anyways, come lie down.” Asami patted a spot next to her, inviting Korra to join her on the mattress. Korra crawled forward onto the bed before rolling over, making sure to to keep her sneakers on the strip of cloth fabric. The moment her back hit the mattress it began to yield beneath her weight and the ceiling seemed to recede before her eyes, getting further and further away as she sank ever deeper into the white material. Korra flinched and she bolted upright. “This one's no good either. I'm sinking here too...” Asami turned her head and she called out across the room. “Excuse me Akam, do you have any mattresses that are firmer than this one?” Akam jumped at the sound of his name and he hurried over from his desk towards the two women. He looked down at the information listed for the mattress they were lying on and shook his head. “This one is an eight, the firmest we keep in the store. There's nine and tens, but usually the only customers interested in those are people with back problems. They don’t sell very well so we don’t keep them in stock. You’d have to place an order for one.” “Hmm.” Asami tapped a finger against her chin as she looked all around her at the store “Do you have any latex foam toppers?” “We do. Would you like me to bring you one, Miss Sato?” “Yes please. The firmest one you have available.” Akam scurried off towards a set of shelves on the back wall. On them was a collection of rolls, each of them dyed one of three different colors or a different thickness. He pulled out a green roll and carried it over to them. “Do you want to try it on this mattress or a different one?” “This mattress is fine.” Asami stated as she got off the mattress and gestured for Korra to do the same. Once the waterbender had vacated the mattress Akam unfurled the roll in his hand and laid the pad down, its length and width matching that of the mattress beneath. “Normally a pad this firm goes underneath the mattress to help support it, but it can also work on top with a fitted sheet or you can buy some straps and tie it down.” "Thank you, Akam." Korra waited until he had returned to his desk before lying down again. The surface of the foam topper squished beneath her, but nowhere near as much as the mattress had. She kept still as she stared at the ceiling, waiting for that sinking feeling to come. A minute slowly passed and she exhaled and turned her head to look at her fiancée. "I'm not sinking into this like I was the mattresses. Can we get it?" Asami pressed a finger into the foam pad and withdrew it, watching as the indentation rose upwards. "Are you sure? It seems too hard, but maybe that's just me." "I grew up sleeping in blankets on a field of ice." Korra pointed out with a wry grin. "This isn't anywhere near as hard as that." "Fair enough. Give me a second to go pay for this and we'll be on our way." Asami said as she reached inside her jacket. A sour look passed over Korra's features and Asami's hand came to a halt. "What is it?" "You're buying me another thing and I can't do anything to repay the favor." Korra muttered sullenly. "I know you mean well, but it's still frustrating." "Well, not until you're on the council and your salary kicks in. Once you have your own money then you'll be to spend it however you want. If you really want to pay me back for the things I've bought so far then you'll be able to." Korra's face brightened at Asami's words, but the light in her eyes left just as quickly as it had come. "But how are we supposed to know how much I should give you? Do you remember how much you paid?" "I have receipts, Korra, so I don't need to remember. I can just look at them to see how much I paid. I'll show you what they look like after I get one from Akam." Asami waited until Korra had stood up before making her way towards the man in question. "We'll take one of those foam toppers and a set of straps to tie it down please." "Right away, Miss Sato. Will that be everything?" "Yes." As Akam hurried away towards the stock room Asami turned towards Korra. "So where are we going after this?" "You'll see." Korra said with a dry grin on her face as she teased Asami.

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Chapter 19 - Chapter 19

"Dirtbag." Asami’s feet thumped against the carpet as she angrily paced across her bedroom. When she drew near one of the walls she spun around and headed back the other way. On the surface this dinner had been about raising money for the Southern Water Tribe. That was what she had told Korra and it was true, but there was more to it than just that. This had been the first major social event she had organized. An important step in the process of going from just being Hiroshi Sato’s daughter to Asami Sato, a rising figure in the socioeconomic and political circles of Republic City. The plan had been to introduce Korra to those circles, both as her fiancée and a future member of the Council. Everything had been going without a hitch. Plenty of people had shown up, the drinks were flowing and the guests were enjoying themselves. Her arrival with Korra had gone as planned then a couple of minutes later her father had shown up with a guest of his own. There had been a buzz, but the topic hadn't been Korra or Asami or the both of them. It had been the chief of the larger, richer and more powerful Water Tribe. Asami came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the room. Her head tilted backwards until she was staring at the ceiling. “Dirtbag!” As her scream faded Asami’s head dipped back lower and she turned towards the windows. Outside a pale crescent hung near its peak above the horizon midst an otherwise dark sky. It was the middle of the night, but she didn’t feel the slightest urge for sleep. Instead she felt jittery and about to explode from an overabundance of energy, as if she had drank too many cups of tea. Asami moved away from the windows towards her closet. She pulled the door open and hit the switch to turn the light on before walking inside. She grabbed a hanger off one of the poles and removed the garment from it. A few moments later she had changed into a one piece swimsuit that was entirely black save for white stripes along its edges. The garment's legs ended a few centimeters above mid-thigh and two thin strips rested on her shoulders. At this hour all of the staff would be asleep save for the guards who kept watch over the estate at night. Asami grabbed a towel from her bathroom and flung it over her shoulder before heading out into the hallway. The halls were dark, save for the occasional patch of moonlight streaming through a window. Her destination was the exception. Light spilled out beneath the door standing between her and the swimming pool. Asami pushed it open and stepped inside, a wave of humid air passing over as she did so. Korra was sitting cross legged at one end of the pool, her hair not bound into a ponytail like it was usually was. Instead it hung loose all the way down to her shoulder-blades. She was wearing a swimsuit similar to Asami’s, but colored a solid red and with broader shoulder straps. Asami's sandals pattered against the stone floor as she approached Korra before looking downwards. Her mouth went dry and she swallowed nervously as her eyes fell onto the waterbender. The suit's fabric left the the uppermost swell of her bosom uncovered, and like Asami's swimsuit, it only covered part of her thighs. The remainder of her legs and their lean, but powerful muscles were left bare to Asami's eyes. 'I guess that answers that. Her thighs are as toned as her arms. Too bad she's sitting down and I can't get a better look at her butt. I bet it'd jiggle just right if I spanked it... and I'm being dirty-minded again. Maybe if I go masturbate then I'd stop getting horny around her every time she shows a bit of skin. Or I could have Korra eat me out since she already offered... Agh! Come on, Asami. Self-control, self-control, self-control.' “Spacing out again are we, Asami?” “Sorry, I have a lot on my mind. Do you come here often?” As soon as the words were out of her mouth Asami winced inwardly. 'Good job, Asami. You just dropped a pickup line on her and the worst one to ever exist at that. I'm all over the place right now. Okay, I need to focus. Starting now.' If Korra was bothered by the line her voice didn't show any sign of it. “I've been here a couple times already, during nights where I have trouble sleeping. I put this on,” She gestured at her swimsuit “, and come here. Trying to work up the nerve to go for a swim, but I haven't managed it yet.” She laughed and shook her ruefully. “Sounds stupid doesn't it? I'm a waterbender who's afraid of some water.” “May I ask why?” Asami said as she sat down next to Korra, her legs extended out in front of her. Korra stared at the water in the pool for several moments without responding. Asami shifted and started to open her mouth when the waterbender finally spoke. “The shoreline is the most dangerous part of the South Pole. The ice is thinner than it is further inland and there's places where you can plunge through if you're not watching out for them. There's more predators, on land and in the water as well. Plus there was always the chance of running into Fire Nation raiders on patrol. It didn't matter because those were risks we had to take to survive. Harvesting kelp, fishing, hunting. It's what we were doing out there when you found me.” 'Subzero temperatures, freezing water, violent windstorms. Weak patches of ice. Creatures that will eat you. Why would anybody choose to live in the South Pole? Not to mention being at war with the Fire Nation. What kind of people can survive in those kinds of conditions?’ Asami gave Korra a considering glance. ‘One of them is sitting here right now, the strongest I’ve ever met. Maybe it’s like metal in a factory. It can’t be shaped without the blows of a hammer…’ “So what does that mean exactly? The water here reminds you of the water near the shoreline in the south?” Asami asked. “Not exactly. I’ve always associated water that you can swim in, like the ocean or this pool, with danger. I know it’s irrational and I’m trying to get past it, but I haven’t had any luck so far.” Korra shook her head and glared at the water in the pool as if it was purposefully trying to stop her from achieving her goal. Asami’s eyes darted towards the pool. Hammering might be too much for this situation, but some gentle taps might help. She pushed herself forward and over the lip of the pool into the water. Asami kicked with her feet to keep from going under then put a hand on the ledge to hold herself up. “Come join me.” “What?” “Come join me.” Asami repeated while beckoning with her free hand. “There's nothing to be afraid of in this pool. If there was then I wouldn't get in. On the incredibly, incredibly unlikely chance there is then I still don't have anything to worry about. I saw you overpower that sea serpent so I know I'm safe with you here to protect me.” Korra gingerly bit her lip as she looked back and forth between the pool and Asami. After a long pause she unfolded her legs and scooted her butt forward until she could dangle her feet in the water. “Huh. This is a lot warmer than I was expecting it to be.” “Feels good doesn't it?” Asami said with a small smile at the surprise in Korra's voice. “We keep it at a nice and warm twenty-six degrees.” Korra idly kicked with one foot and she stared down at the clear blue water as ripples spread outwards from the movement of her leg. Despite the distortions in the water the tiled patterning that covered the floor of the pool was still visible. She stared for several seconds then planted her hands against the ground and shoved herself over the edge. A spray of water shot up into the air as Korra dropped below the surface of the water. She kicked her legs and shot back up to the top. After she breached the surface she dragged one hand over her face to wipe away the excess water while grabbing onto the ledge with her other hand. A gentle smile crossed Asami's face as she looked at her fiancée, slicked back hair clinging to her neck and all. Getting into the pool was a small thing, ultimately trivial in nature, but Korra had managed to push through an obstacle generated by the darkness in her past. The act had taken some encouragement, but it was still progress and that was enough to send a ripple of pride in the other woman through her heart. “So, are you feeling more comfortable with this now that you've gotten in?” “I'm still a little uneasy, but I think I can manage it.” Korra let go of the ledge and drifted a short distance away while kicking her feet to keep from sinking. “I don't think I could have managed it without you here...” Her voice trailed off and she gave Asami a puzzled look. “Wait, why are you here? I figured you'd have gone to bed by now.” “I was hoping to blow off some steam. It’s too dark to drive and hitting the punching bags would just wind me up further.” “Because of what your father did at the party?” Korra asked. “I don’t understand why he would do that to you.” Asami’s lips flattened as the fiery anger from earlier reignited in her despite her present location though. Before it had burned, but now it was merely a smoldering anger directed in the direction of her father, not Korra even though her question had sparked it. 'Why do my father and I not have a relationship? is what you're asking even if you don't know it. I really haven't been looking forward to this conversation.' Asami closed her eyes as she inhaled through her nose then exhaled through her mouth to center herself and still her anger. “I'm not sure if you've noticed or not, but my father and I aren't particularly close. It's because of my mother. Well, because of what happened to my mother.” “I kinda saw that in the garage when he brushed you off over dinner, but I thought it was because he was busy.” Korra mused. “What I have noticed is that you literally haven't mentioned your mom at all before now. I've met some of your friends, your house staff, your father and a bunch of people tonight, but not her. So... what happened to her?” “She's dead.” Asami stated in a flat voice, wanting to get through this conversation as quickly as possible. “There were complications when she was delivering me. The physicians couldn't do anything except give her painkillers to make it easier on her. If there had been a proper healer then she would have lived, but all the waterbenders have been gone for a long time because of the war. That's why my father decided to create the United Republic. He blames the Fire Nation for her death. It's also why I decided to marry someone from one of the Water Tribes. I thought if I helped bring back the healers then maybe he'd stop resenting me for looking like my mother, but it doesn't look like it worked.” “I’m so sorry, Asami. I had no idea things between the two of you were that bad or that your mother... you know.” An uncomfortable looking Korra said as she rubbed at the back of her neck. "Is there anything I can do to help? I can heal if that counts for anything." She offered. "I'm afraid not, this is just more stuff to talk about with my therapist." Asami answered with a shake of the head. "I appreciate the offer, but if getting engaged to you and bringing you here wasn't enough for him then I don't think anything will be." Korra's face fell and Asami hastened to reassure her. "That's not your fault. You aren't responsible for my dad being such a jerk. I traveled halfway across the world, tracked down the Southern Water Tribe, got engaged to an amazing woman and it doesn't make a difference to him. At this point I don't see what more I could possibly do." Korra's cheeks darkened as she blushed and she gazed at Asami in disbelief. "You think I'm amazing?" She finally asked. A similar set of spots appeared on Asami’s cheeks as she realized what had come out of her mouth during her mini rant about her dad. It wasn't something she had planned on saying, but it had slipped out nonetheless. “I… uh… yes, I do. I’ve tried to understand what you’ve gone through, but I don’t believe anyone who hasn’t experienced it firsthand can really comprehend the horrors of war. But I don’t need to understand it because I can see what’s in front of me. You’re strong, beautiful and the bravest person I’ve ever met. Agreeing to marry me, a complete stranger, leaving your home for a place you knew nothing about… I don’t think I would have the courage needed for that if our positions were reversed. So, yes. I think you’re amazing.” The tinge to Korra's face darkened even further and she glanced away from Asami, suddenly shy. “I didn't know you felt that way. That's sweet...uhh... thanks for helping me get into the pool, but I think I've had enough swimming for today. I'll see you later.” Korra's arms rose above the surface as she swam towards a ladder in the corner. She grabbed the rails and pulled herself upwards. As she exited the pool, rivulets of water streamed off her and the muscles in Korra's hips alternatively tightened and relaxed as the waterbender climbed the rungs. Korra paused just long enough to grab her towel and then she was hurrying out of the room. 'I was right. Her butt would jiggle if I spanked her... and I'm horny again. Asami. Go. Masturbate. You nit. Oh, who am I kidding? I'd probably moan her name if I did. What I really need to do is figure out if I'm just lusting after her or if I actually like her in a romantic sense.' Either way she had a lot of thinking ahead of her.

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Chapter 4 - Chapter 4

"Anything I can do to help?" Asami reached for the controls of the range and she turned one of the knobs to off. She grabbed one of the frying pans and scooped its contents out onto a nearby plate before glancing over her shoulder at Bolin. "Could you set the table? It'll only take a couple of minutes before I'm done here. Once you're done with that it'd be nice if you took a plate to Lee, Gerra... and Mako. I don't want to exclude Mako, but I also don't want another incident with Korra. It'd be nice if you joined us for breakfast though." Bolin sighed and rubbed at his neck. "Okay, okay. I don't like this, but I'll be there. Just promise me you'll tackle her again if she gets aggressive." He pulled on one of the drawers and pulled out some forks and knives before opening a cabinet and retrieving some plates. As he headed towards the dining room, a kettle that had previously been gurgling began to whistle. Asami picked it up, along with a thick black hotpad, and headed into the same room. "Hot water coming through." She set them both down on the middle of the table and grabbed a metal canister, full of tiny holes and several leaves of tea, and placed it into the kettle. Asami pulled her pocketwatch out and checked the minute hand before heading back into the kitchen. After a few minutes the tea had finished steeping and the last item of their breakfast was ready. Asami loaded three plates and a trio of mugs onto a tray and pushed it into Bolin's hands. "Tell Mako I'm sorry about all of this, but that I'll make it up to him somehow. I'll go get Korra so you don't have to worry about that." As she headed down the walkway towards the sleeping quarters Asami's fingers tightened into fists before she forced herself to relax. 'Okay, this might be our first meal together and all that, but I'm going to have to try and deal with this now before it becomes an even bigger problem. What am I supposed to say to her though? I don't know this woman...' She strode down to the door of Korra's room and took a moment to straighten her outfit and put on a pleasant looking smile. Any hint of anger or displeasure might put the waterbender on the defensive and they wouldn't get very far if that happened. She raised her hand to knock, but stopped just short. The air around the door itself felt almost as cold as the air outside. 'What in the world? I can hear the heater running.' Asami put her hand on the handle and pushed. The door moved perhaps a centimeter before stopping as if blocked by something. Asami pushed on it again to no avail. She raised her hand and thumped it on the door. “Korra? Is everything alright in there?” For a moment there was no response then the chill vanished and the door cracked open. Asami pushed it open and leaned her head forward to peek inside. A mass of water was streaming into the bathroom before ending up in the sinks, both of which had their stoppers lowered. Korra turned towards the door once the sinks were full. “Everything's fine, Asami. I was just testing something.” 'Did she freeze the door shut? Why would she do... it's because Mako is a firebender. Talk about paranoia...' Asami averted her gaze from the sinks. “Okay, I was wondering if you'd like to join me and Bolin for breakfast.” Korra hesitated for a moment before shrugging. “I haven't eaten anything yet so I might as well. Lead the way.” As they headed towards the bow Korra glanced upwards at the top decks of the vessel. “What kind of ship is this? I don't see any stacks for steam or coal and it doesn't look like any warship I've ever seen.” Asami pressed one of her knuckles against her lips to stifle a giggle. “Well, that's because it's not a warship. This is my personal yacht, it's a pleasure craft. As for your other question, it's powered by-” Asami almost bit her tongue as she snapped her jaws shut to stop the word lightning from coming out. “-batteries.” “Your craft? You own this boat?” An incredulous Korra asked as she looked at the ship then at Asami. “It doesn't belong to Republic City or the United Republic?” "Nope. All mine. Though I suppose it'll be ours once we're married..." Asami mused, more to herself than to Korra. 'Along with half of everything else I own.' When they got back to the dining room Bolin was sitting at the table, his plate already full. Asami pulled a chair opposite him out and waved at it as she looked at Korra. “Have a seat.” “Thank you.” Korra said as she sat down and Asami pushed the chair back in before seating herself next to her. Korra sniffed as she leaned forward, looking at the food on the table. “What is this? That looks like meat, but the colors are all wrong.” “What do you mean? It’s just some sausage.” Bolin asked while peering at the same plate as her. “You’ve had meat before, haven't you? There was a bunch of it at your camp.” “Not like this. I’ve never seen meat with this texture or color before or…” Korra leaned forward even further as she spoke and she sniffed again. “... smelled like this.” She picked up her fork and pierced one of the sausages with it. The fork paused in front of her mouth before she bit off one of the ends and her eyes grew until they were almost as wide as the plate in front of her. “How did you make this taste so good?” Korra exclaimed as soon as she had finished chewing. “I just fried it in a pan. It’s nothing special really. I didn’t even use any spices.” Asami glanced over her shoulder towards the kitchen before looking back at Korra. ‘Those hunters were letting the meat freeze before packing it up. That would kill the bacteria and make it safe to eat though I wouldn't enjoy it.’ “Do your people not cook the meat they eat at all? I get not having gas or coal in the south pole, but I saw tools with wooden handles while I was in your camp so I know you could use that to make fires." Korra leaned away as she stared at Asami in horror. "Burn... wood? We would never do that. Wood's far too rare a resource to waste by burning it." Asami sputtered and she quickly set her cup down and pressed her mouth into the crook of her elbow as she coughed. 'Wood is rare? I know the Southern Water Tribe has had it rough during this war, but I don't think I ever realized how awful their situation was until now. I wonder how she feels about the fact her room is decorated with wood.' Korra took another bite of the sausage before setting it down. She pointed her fork at a yellow mound. “What is this?” “Scrambled eggs.” Asami answered as she got one of the sausages for herself. “Those are apples and that's ginseng tea if you want some.” Korra grabbed the serving spoon for the eggs and ladled some onto her plate before snatching up one of the apples. She frowned while rotating the red piece of fruit in her hands. “How do I eat this? Just bite into it or do I need to cut it up?” “You just bite into it, but watch out for the seeds in the middle.” Bolin said as he started to fill his plate with food. Asami started cutting her sausage into pieces, but paused as she glanced at Korra out of the corner of her eye. Korra bit off a small piece of the fruit before swallowing it and taking a larger one. The corners of her lips twitched upwards, but she set the fruit down and took a bite of the eggs. A minute later and Korra was rushing to refill her now-empty plate. Once she had finished Korra scooted her chair back from the table and she pulled her fur parka off and set it on her lap. Asami's fork stopped halfway to her mouth. Korra was wearing a pale blue tunic without any sleeves though navy blue armbands covered up the majority of her forearms and biceps. 'Huh. I wasn't wrong about her arms and her breasts are bigger than I was expecting. Now I guess I need to see her legs to figure out how muscular she is overall.' After a few more minutes, and Korra finishing off her third plateful of food, Asami had cleared her plate. She took a sip of tea before resting her hands on the table and turning to look at the woman sitting beside her. “I think it's time we had a talk, Korra.” “About what?” A quizzical looking Korra asked. Bolin started to push himself back from the table, but Asami shot him a glance and cleared her throat and he stopped in his tracks. “About the way you've behaved towards Bolin and Mako. I know you've been at war your whole life which is why I'm trying to be patient with you, but you can't keep acting like this. What you did to Bolin, what you tried to do to Mako, it's not an acceptable way of behaving and it has to stop. I understand why you acted the way you did because up until now it's just been your people and Fire Nation raiders. That's not the case anymore. Your world's gotten a whole lot bigger and you need to stop seeing everything in black and white.” Korra scowled and folded her arms across her chest. “As opposed to what? Shades of gray?” “Precisely. Republic City's people have all sorts of backgrounds which makes it the most diverse place in the world. In fact I'll prove it right now.” Asami reached into her pocket and pulled out the rock she had retrieved from the shore earlier. “Bolin, would you mind giving this to Korra?” She tossed the rock up into the air up above their heads and it came close to hitting the ceiling before coming to an abrupt halt. It hovered there for a second before descending until it was floating in front of Korra. After a moment she grabbed it out of the air and looked at it then up at Bolin. “You're an earthbender?” “He is. I'll tell you something else as well. Bolin and Mako are brothers.” Korra's head swiveled towards Asami. “Wait, what? They're brothers?” She pointed at Bolin with the hand holding the rock. “But he's an earthbender and Mako's a...” “A firebender. Their father was born in Ba Sing Se, but he moved to Republic City where he met a woman named Naoki. She was descended from Fire Nation settlers who founded colonies in the Earth Kingdom and so am I. My family might be descended from the Fire Nation, but that doesn't doesn't define me as a person any more than Mako being a firebender or Bolin being an earthbender define them. Now I don't like having to pressure you, but it'll only take us a couple of days to get to Republic City and people there will be a lot less forgiving if you attack someone than I'm being right now. A good start would be apologizing to Bolin.” Korra's head slowly panned away from Asami towards the person sitting across the table from her. Bolin tilted his head to one side as he returned her gaze. Korra squeezed her mouth shut as she looked at the ceiling then the wall to her right, as if suddenly fascinated by the color. “I'm... sorry for mistaking you for a raider and attacking you and taking you prisoner for questioning.” Bolin glanced at Asami uneasily and she waved her arm to prompt him. “Well, you guys healed me up so there's no permanent damage done so I can let it slide. I do have a question though. Why did you tell me to keep quiet? I could have explained everything if you had given me the chance.” “I've fought raiders who had the ability to breath fire so I wanted you to keep your mouth shut so you couldn't attack me that way. Same reason I trapped your arms with ice.” “So that accounts for Bolin. Would you be willing to go upstairs and apologize to Mako, Korra?” Korra's face darkened and she shoved her chair away from the table before standing up and walking out of the room without a word. Asami sighed and shook her head. “I guess I was expecting too much of her.” “Give her some time, Asami. She's probably overwhelmed by all of this. Yesterday she was at war and today she's being whisked away to a far away city to marry a woman she doesn't know. I don't think any of us would be handling it well if we were in her shoes.” “I suppose you’re right, Bolin. She knows we want her to apologize though so I guess we wait and see what happens.” Later that day, after the afternoon hours had come, Asami paused in front of Korra's room. She placed her hand against the doorframe and felt the same chill from earlier emanating from it. Asami sighed before heading towards her room for the night. The next morning saw no change as she trudged by. Outside there was a chill in the air, but it was a far cry from the subzero temperatures of the south. Asami unzipped the front of her jacket as she headed up the stairs to the topmost deck of the ship, the pilots cabin. Two men were present when she stepped inside. One of them was curled up in one of the bunks and the other, a man with tousled brown hair and all-around handyman, was seated behind the steering wheel and controls of the ship. “Good morning, Lee.” Lee turned to look over his shoulder at her. “Morning, Miss Sato. Feels good to get away from the cold doesn't it?” “Sure does. Where are we right now?” Asami asked as she moved towards a large paper map and the chronometer mounted in a glass container next to it. “There's no radio beacons out here, but I checked about half an hour ago so I'd guess we're near Kyoshi Island right now.” Asami leaned over the map and her finger traced a path over the glass case protecting it from the elements as she located the island in question. Halfway between the south pole and Republic City which meant they were only a day's travel from reaching home at the rate they were traveling. Asami stood up and looked out the window. Ahead of the ship was an endless plain of blue and she could see Mako standing near the bow as he gazed at the ocean as well. Asami turned towards Lee. “Make sure to radio Republic City once we get in range and let them know our mission was a success. Also if you need me to take the wheel don't hesitate to ask. I could use a-” The last word never made it out as a shudder ran throughout the entire ship. Asami staggered to her right and fell onto her knees and outstretched hands. At the same time Lee was dislodged from his chair and the man asleep in the bunk had been thrown out to the floor. She rushed towards the controls and pulled the throttle back to bring the ship to a halt. “What was that!? There shouldn't be any icebergs out here.” Asami got her answer after she pushed herself back up to her feet. Off the port bow, something was rising out of the ocean until it stood as tall as the highest point of her ship. Asami had only seen its ilk in crudely drawn sketches, but there was no mistaking the fact she was staring at one of the leviathans that lurked in the black depths beyond the reach of men. This one was a gray scaled serpent with a salmon hued crest on the back of its head along with bright green eyes and rows of finlets running along its back. A mouth large enough to easily swallow several men whole opened up as the creature let out a deafening shriek and Asami could see rows of white daggers glinting in the sunlight. The creature's head swiveled as it surveyed the ship and then it came to a halt and its pupils grew larger. A bolt of lightning cut through the air heading straight towards the beast, but at the last second it undulated out of the way. The creature opened its mouth again and this time a torrent of water shot out and down at something beyond her field of vision. “... Mako.” She rushed out the doorway and jumped down the stairs onto the deck below. Asami waved her arms in the air as she yelled as loudly as she could. “Hey, over here! Look at me!” The serpent paused and its head turned at the sound of her voice. One eye fixed on her and Asami felt a shiver run down her spine as she sensed a cold and ancient primal intelligence considering her, judging whether she was prey worth the effort of hunting. After a moment it turned away, back towards its original target. Its jaws opened wide and it began to lunge downwards. A figure in a blue tunic appeared off of the starboard side, held aloft by a sprout of water. Korra leaped forward onto the deck and thrust one arm forward. A sickle of water cut through the air and slammed into the serpents open jaws. The creature jerked backward and it shrieked in rage before unleashing another spray of water. Korra waved her arms from one side to the other and the water curved harmlessly to the side and coalesced into a ring of water around her. Narrow jets streaked outwards from the ring, each arcing through the air before landing square along either side and the bottom of the beast's jaw, knocking its head in both directions or up into the air. The serpent reeled backwards as Korra continued to batter it before it shrieked one final time and sank back beneath the surface. Its shadow remained for a few seconds before it slunk away, disappearing into the depths where it had come from. Asami stared in disbelief and then she was hurrying down the steps towards the deck where she had last seen Mako. When she got there a sopping wet Mako was lying flat on his back in the middle of what had been a wooden chair mere minutes before. Korra was crouched over him, moving a hand surrounded by water along his chest and ribcage. As Asami approached Korra stood up. “Nothing's broken, but you'll be sore for a couple of days.” She glanced at Asami before looking back down at Mako. “Does this make us even?” “Huh?” Mako rubbed gingerly at his side as he looked at Korra. “What do you mean?” “Does my saving your life today make up for trying to kill you yesterday?” Mako frowned and he looked at Asami before returning his gaze to Korra. “Yeah... I guess it does. Thank you.” He held his hand out towards Korra and she looked at it for a moment, her lips flattening. After a long moment she grabbed Mako's hand and pulled. As soon as Mako was on his feet Korra immediately let go. She started to back up while keeping her eyes on Mako, but Asami held her hand up. “Wait, please. May I ask why you saved Mako? I thought you hated firebenders.” “That's what I thought until yesterday, but I've had time to think it through. I don't hate firebenders, I hate the soldiers who used firebending to try and kill me. As for why I saved Mako... getting eaten by that creature would be a bad way to go and Mako is your friend so it would hurt you if he died.” Korra stated. Asami blinked in surprise as she stared dumbly at Korra. The waterbender stood there a moment longer before retreating to stand by the tip of the bow, her ponytails fluttering in the wind. She turned and her head dipped down towards the ocean as she stared at the area where the serpent had vanished. 'Well, I guess I've learned one thing about Korra today. She's unpredictable.'

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Chapter 20 - Chapter 20

Korra slumped back and to the side of the leather chair she was sitting in as she rested her chin against her knuckles. Another red club chair, identical to the one she was sitting in, sat on the other end of a rectangular coffee table. On the table was a kettle of tea and porcelain cups along with pastries Kika had called croissants. Adjacent to said table was a cold brick fireplace. "Oh, I do wish I had known you were going to have company today, Miss Korra." Kika moaned as she scurried around the room with a cloth in one hand and a scraggly feather-duster in the other, trying to wipe clean as much as she could. "I would have prepared this room something proper ahead of time instead of having it look an awful mess." Korra resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the dismay in the maid's voice. "It's fine, Kika. I don't care if there's a little dust in here, but if it bothers you then feel free to clean it up later. The person visiting me should get here soon. Can you go wait for him, then bring him back when he does?" "As you say, Miss Korra." The maid stopped what she was doing and curtsied in Korra's direction before heading out the door. Korra stood up and leaned forward over the table. "Leaves first then pour water." She muttered to herself while picking up several slender tea leaves from a small container and dumping them into the cups. After that she grabbed the kettle's handle and poured into each cup. "Okay, now I need to let them steep for a couple of minutes." It would have been easier to let Kika serve the tea, but Korra still didn't feel comfortable with the way the woman tried to wait on her all the time. Several minutes later Kika returned, guest in tow and Korra rose from the chair as he entered. Unalaq had shed the long robe he had been wearing at the dinner. In its place was a coat that was strange to her eyes. It was narrow at the middle of his chest and widened towards the shoulders. Beneath it was a shirt and trousers, all in shades of blue dye and white fur, like the ones Korra was presently wearing, but the stitches were tighter than any Korra had ever seen and the material finer than any she had ever worn. Unalaq gave a short bow after he had entered the room as Kika left. "It's a pleasure to be invited here and to speak with you again, Korra. I must admit I'm a little envious of where you're staying. Miss Sato has a fine estate, finer than any in the North though I will say a building such as this might not last long there." Korra's eyes swung towards the wall and she shrugged. "Could be. I don't know how well this building would withstand katabatic winds or if it could keep the cold out. I don't think it matters though since it was built for this area and not the places where we come from." "That's a fair point." Unalaq conceded. He slowly looked around the room before gesturing to the chair across from Korra. "May I?" Korra jumped a little at the question before clapping her hand against the side of her forehead. "Right! Sorry, I'm not used to hosting guests like this. Please take a seat." As the older waterbender took a seat Korra fished the leaves out of both cups with a slotted spoon then held a cup and saucer out to him. Unalaq accepted the tea with both hands and took a sip as Korra sat herself down. He paused in surprise then took a second sip before lowering the cup towards his lap. "This is a fine oolong tea. You have good taste, Korra." "It is? I have no idea, really." She confessed while grabbing her own cup. "I asked my maid for some good tea and this is what she brought me." Korra took a sip and a hot liquid tasting much like the orange she had eaten for breakfast that morning coated her tongue. "That is really good." Korra remarked after she had swallowed. Her voice trailed off as she stared at the man across from her. An uncle from the far side of the world, someone who's existence she had never suspected or even dreamed of. A person she knew nothing about and her mind was drawing a blank. Where was she supposed to begin? "You must have a great many questions on your mind. I know I would if I was in your shoes." Unalaq took another sip then set his cup down and placed his hands on the arms of his chair. "However I can't answer them if you don't ask." Korra put her cup down on the table as well and she leaned forward while speaking excitedly. "Are you married? Do you have any kids? How is the Northern Water Tribe doing? What are you doing in Republic City?" "I am married with two children, twins. Desna, my son and his sister Eska. They are sixteen years old so a few years younger than you I would guess." Unalaq leaned forward to claim one of the croissants for himself. "I would have brought them to meet you today, but they're touring some of the manufacturing plants in the city." "Oh that's too bad... I don't have any brothers or sisters. Having cousins could be fun. What about your wife? Is she here?" Unalaq shook his head as he took a bite. Once he had finished he picked up a napkin and dabbed at the corner of his mouth to remove a tiny spot of butter."No. I left her back at home to keep an eye on things for me while I tended to this matter with the United Republic." "So you got the same offer as us right? An alliance through marriage. Did you accept?" Korra inquired. Unalaq set the croissant onto its plate and he steepled his fingers in front of him. "The offer is an intriguing one. A new state allied to each of the four nations. Its location would help keep the peace and serve to facilitate trade. However I didn't become chief of the Northern Water Tribe by making uninformed decisions. Rushing into an alliance with a state I know little about would be foolhardy." The excitement Korra had been bubbling over with suddenly went out as if a bucket of water had been thrown on it. Rushing into an alliance was exactly what she had done. She hadn't known anything about Asami Sato or ever heard the words United Republic used together in a sentence before. Her tribe had been cut off for decades with no contact with the outside world, at least that's what she had believed at the time, and knew precisely zilch about the state of the outside world. Even so, Asami Sato had shown up and within fifteen minutes Korra had agreed to marry this black-haired beauty from beyond the frozen plains that was her home. "So... what do you think of Republic City so far?" Korra tentatively asked. "It's an interesting place." Unalaq said thoughtfully. "They've made a remarkable amount of progress in a short time in science and technology. Enough so I feel no shame in admitting they're more advanced than any of the other nations. Despite that I don't feel confident in what I've seen so far. They may be more advanced, but their military is lacking. I don't see how they could stand up to the Fire Nation or Earth Kingdom should either one choose to invade." "And if that happens then it'll mean I dragged the Southern Water Tribe into another war." Korra's shoulders sagged and she covered her face with one hand as her head dipped towards the ground. Her decision to marry Asami had been made with the intent to help her people recover from Azula's war and now she was faced with the possibility of having the opposite effect. "Not necessarily. Did you sign anything?" Korra looked up, the question taking her by surprise. "What do you mean?" "One of the things I've observed about the United Republic is their use of contracts. A large part of their legal system is based on them. If you never signed anything then your engagement to Miss Sato isn't legally binding and neither is the alliance." Korra frowned for a few seconds before grabbing her cup of tea and taking a drink to give herself a moment to mull it over. "If what you say is true then why didn't Asami ask me to sign a contract?" "I can't say. What it does mean is that you aren't bound to the United Republic or to this engagement. You're free to choose your own path." "Even if that's the case, I agreed to marry Asami to help my people and we've already made plans that will." Korra pointed out as she set the empty cup down. "She's designing a windmill that'll let us generate power for ovens and things like that." "Is that so?" Unalaq gave her an appraising glance as he leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees. "You know, you remind me of Katara. She had the same fire in her eyes as you and both of you traveled far from home in search of ways to help your people. There are two differences, however. Katara's journey took her to the Northern Water Tribe. You sought aid from this so-called United Republic. The other is that my father is no longer the chief. I am. My father was wrong to deny you help, but now we have a chance to correct his mistake." Korra sat back in her chair and folded her arms. It had only been two days since the dinner where she had met Unalaq. Two days of trying to process the fact that she had an uncle. That her father had a brother he had never mentioned a single time in all of Korra's twenty summers. A brother from the other pole, where he had been born, another fact Tonraq also hadn't mentioned. Nor had anyone else for that matter. Even so, it was obvious this newfound relative was interested in her for reasons other than the fact she was his niece. "What exactly do you have in mind?" "Your plan was a good one, but you chose to marry the wrong person. In many ways Asami Sato is a fine choice, but she lacks the most important trait to be a partner to a person such as you. She's not a waterbender. You should be with one of your own kind-" A scowl crossed Korra's face and she jumped to her feet, fists clenched and her brow began to twitch. "How. Dare. You?" Korra said between clenched teeth. " I invited you here so we could get to know each other because we're related and I thought maybe we could be family. But if you think you can walk in here and tell me who I should or shouldn't be marrying then you're out of your mind! And one more thing, don't ever talk about Asami like that again. She might not be a bender, but that doesn't make her any less worthwhile as a person. Get out!" Unalaq wiped his mouth on the napkin once again before rising to his feet. "As you wish, Korra. I would urge you to think about what I said, however. You have the ability to reunite our people. No more north, no more south. Just the Water Tribe, as it should be." After Unalaq had left Korra dropped back down onto her chair. When she had left for Republic City her plan had been to make contact with the Northern Water Tribe and ask for help. However she hadn't been the first person or even the first woman from the Southern Water Tribe to have that idea. Katara had tried it before Korra had even been born and had her plea rejected. Tonraq had known that to be the case when Korra had explained her plan to him and her father had said nothing. Done nothing to stop her from making the same mistake. She sighed and slumped backwards as she gazed at the ceiling. The question was why, but her father was far away across the sea so she couldn't ask him. All she could do was wonder.

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Chapter 24 - Chapter 24

Korra cracked the knuckles on her right hand then her left before stretching her neck towards both shoulders, each movement accompanied by a quiet popping sound. She pushed her way through the doors to find a kitchen full of bustling cooks clad all in black underneath white aprons. Some stood in front of pans full of crackling meat while others stirred pots of noodles. Kika was already present, much like the last time Korra had come in here and she glanced over her shoulder nonchalantly before spinning on the spot. "Miss Korra? Your breakfast will be ready in a few minutes if you want to go back to your room and wait." She suggested, in a tone that was almost, but not quite sickeningly sweet. "Normally I would, but I have a favor to ask." Korra replied, the doors swinging shut behind her as she moved further inside, her gaze sweeping over the cooks. "I need someone to teach me how to cook." After Korra finished speaking the cook nearest to her, a stout man with fat arms and short legs peeked upwards from his station as his serrated knife came to a halt in the middle of sawing a loaf of sourdough into pieces. He and Kika exchanged a glance then the maid moved closer towards Korra. "I'm sorry, did you say you want to learn to cook? Why?” Kika inquired, puzzled by the request. “The cooks here are professionals and can make anything you want." “That’s an oven, right?” Korra raised her arm with one finger extended. Kika turned to look where Korra was pointing before returning her attention to the waterbender. “Not quite. The whole thing is actually called a range. That part there is the stovetop and the area beneath it, with the glass window, is the oven. Why do you want to learn to cook, Miss Korra?” Korra’s eye drifted between the pots and pans on the stovetop then she leaned to the side to get a better look at the stove window, past the legs of the cook standing in front of it. "I'm not sure when it's going to happen, but Asami and I are planning to ship ovens or ranges or whatever they're called to the South Pole. Problem is that my people won't know how to use them. I figured if I learned then I would be able to show them. Now might not be a good time, but I kinda also wanted to surprise Asami too. Is there anything simple that I could make and take to her?" Korra added as she hopefully looked around the room. “Would it be alright if I borrowed one of the stovetops, Gyema?” Kika inquired with a look towards the cook who had been slicing bread. Gymea shrugged and irritably flicked his knife towards an unused stovetop in the corner of the kitchen. “If that means she'll stop coming in here then sure. Just stay out of the way and clean up after yourselves.” He gruffed before getting back to his task. “Wait by the stove for a bit, Miss Korra. I need to fetch the ingredients you'll need.” Kika disappeared through a doorway near the back of the kitchen that Korra hadn't noticed before. When she returned Kika had several metal items stacked on top of each other in her arms along with a piece of paper. A round container, several spoons attached to a ring, a bowl, a cup with markings on the side, a spoon with an extra long handle and a thick pan whose inside was discolored as if it had been burnt. She set them down on the counter next to the stove. “So these are the utensils you’ll need for this recipe. Give me a bit to go get the ingredients.” After Kika had headed back through the door Korra picked the set of spoons up by their ring. She spread the spoons out and brought them closer to her face as she examined them. At first glance they had all seemed the same, but on closer inspection the bowls of the spoons were all different sizes and they all had the letters ‘TSP’ or ‘TBSP’ and numbers stamped on the handles. She set the spoons down and picked up the cup. Like the spoons it was stamped with a number on the handle, but its letters said ‘CUP’ instead. When Kika returned she was carrying several tall glass jars, each with a piece of tape labeling their contents on them. Salt, sugar, baking powder, flour. She set them down then made a bee-line for a fridge and returned with a pitcher of milk and a saucer of butter and a white egg. "Here's everything you'll need, Miss Korra." Kika pointed at the stovetop and the four distinct coils of metal on it as her instruction began. "So here's this works. Electricity goes through these burners here which makes them heat up so you can cook. Now the first thing we need to do is measure out all the dry ingredients you need and mix them together in this bowl here. That paper has the measurements you need.” Korra leaned forward as she peered at the directions written on the piece of paper then back at the utensils Kika had fetched. “Okay so that's obviously a cup.” She pointed at the object in question before picking up the ring of spoons again. “TSP and TBSP is short for teaspoons and tablespoons right?” “Yes. While you're doing that I'll melt the butter for you since that's the trickiest part of this.” Kika emptied the saucer of butter onto the pan and set it on a burner before turning the respective dial. “Okay, so a cup and a half of flour.” Korra murmured as she scooped flour out of its jar and dumped it into the bowl. “Teaspoon of salt, three teaspoons baking powder and a tablespoon of sugar.” She frowned at the bowl before grabbing the last remaining utensil, the long spoon, and began to sift the powdery ingredients together. By the time Korra had finished Kika was patiently waiting, the pan now holding a yellow liquid. “Now we add the wet ingredients.” She lifted the pan and poured its contents into the bowl. “You'll need a cup of milk and after that you add the egg.” Korra frowned as she looked down at the white oval then turned her gaze towards Kika. “An egg?” She asked, skeptical about the thought of adding that to whatever it was that she was making. “Those can make you sick if you eat them.” “That's why we cook them. The heat kills the salmonella bacteria.” Kika pointed out. “The what?” Korra's brow furrowed at the unfamiliar word. “Like the fish? No, never mind. I'll ask Asami later.” She picked the egg up and cracked it on the rim of the pan without being prompted then emptied the yolk inside into the bowl. Last she poured a cup of milk in. “Do I mix this all together now?” “Yes. You'll also want to mush the lumps against the sides of the bowl while you're stirring. You want the batter to be as smooth as possible.” Korra grabbed the long spoon once again as she began to stir. As her spoon circled the bowl the dry and wet ingredients began to coalesce into a single thick liquid. Korra repeatedly pushed the lumps towards outwards where they disintegrated as she ground them against the sides of the bowl. Once it was ready she poured some of the batter onto the pan at Kika's urging. “So the trick here is that you flip it once the edges are browning and the bubbles start disappearing on top.” “Flip it with what?” Korra asked as she looked around at the stove and nearby counters. “I'm not going to grab it with my fingers if the pan is hot.” “Oh, that's my mistake. I'll be right back.” Kika scurried off through the door once again and a moment later she returned with a wooden utensil in hand. It had a long handle and a flat square at the end. “Here's a spatula. You slide it underneath the pancake then flip it over to cook the other side. This one is ready to turn over.” She handed the utensil to Korra and the waterbender flipped the pancake to reveal brown rings burnt into the surface of the side now facing up. After a minute it had finished cooking through and Korra deposited onto a plate that Kika had fetched. “This isn't too bad.” Korra remarked as she got started on the next one. By the time she had finished there were four pancakes roughly the width of her hand on the plate along with another saucer of butter to spread on top. Korra twisted one of the dials on the front to turn the burner off. “Thank you for teaching me, Kika. This was really helpful.” She picked the plate up and started to walk away, but hesitated before taking a couple of steps and turned. “Uhh, one last thing. I also wanted to say I'm sorry. Since I got here I've been difficult and rude to you. You're just trying to do your job and well... I haven't made it easy on you. I'm not used to having people wait on me like you do, but I promise to try and be nicer to you from now on.” “It's all right, Miss Korra. There's always an adjustment period between house staff and a new employer. The bumps will smooth out as time goes by. Speaking of which, the longer you stay here the colder those will get. You don't want Miss Sato to eat cold pancakes do you?.” Kika waved her hands, urging Korra to move away from the stove and towards the door. Korra bit back the urge to laugh and shake her head as she exited. Kika's reason for urging her to leave wasn't a bad one, but it was just an excuse. Gyema had spoken about Korra not coming in the kitchen again and Kika had all but shoved Korra out of the kitchen the last time she had been in there. For some reason the staff didn't want her in there. She could go back in and ask, but there was someone else who likely could answer that question and it was where she wanted to go anyways. Asami was seated at the dining table in her bedroom when Korra entered. She glanced up from the newspaper on it and a small, but puzzled, smile creased her face. “Pancakes? I don't remember asking for those and why are you carrying them? Where's the rest of my breakfast?” Asami leaned to the side as she looked towards the door, clearly expecting a cart to be wheeled in. “On its way, I guess or maybe they’re still making it..” Korra said with a glance over her shoulder towards the door. “I cooked this for you though.” She moved forward and set the plate down next to Asami’s newspaper. “You made pancakes?” Asami asked in disbelief as she rose out of her chair to get a better look at the contents of the plate. “I thought you didn’t know how to cook. Have you been taking lessons?” “Just one today.” Korra sat down in one of the other chairs and and fidgeted as she spoke. “I figured I should learn how to use an oven because my people are going to have to do the same thing. Kika showed me how to make pancakes and that's the result.” She waved her hand at the plate sitting between her and Asami. “I'm also sure it has nothing to do with me getting you flowers yesterday either.” Asami gently teased, eliciting a blush from the waterbender. “That's a nice thought, but I was planning to include instruction manuals and recipes in the shipment. Wouldn't be much point in sending them ranges otherwise. Anyways, thank you for the pancakes.” Asami looked down at the plate again then chuckled. “I don't suppose you brought a fork did you?” Korra blinked as she looked down at the plate again. Four pancakes, some butter and no utensils. She covered her face with both hands and groaned as the mistake she had made just now sank in on her. “Crap. I can't believe I forgot that. I was too focused on making sure I got the pancakes right to think about anything else. I can go get a fork from the kitchen if you want.” Korra offered as she started to rise from her chair. “No, no. It's fine. The staff will have some forks with them when they bring our breakfast here. Thank you for the pancakes, Korra. It's really sweet.” Asami's eyes flicked towards her newspaper before she leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table as she rested her chin on her fingers. “I have a question. How would you feel about going camping with me for a day or two?” “Camping? Like a hunting trip?” “Sorta, but we won't be hunting anything. Just the two of us out in the wilderness. Sleeping in a tent, going on hikes, that sort of thing.” Korra leaned back in her chair and her gaze began to wander as she considered the question. Her eyes paused on the topmost sheet of the newspaper. It was upside down to her, but it was still easy to tell what section Asami had been reading. The weather forecasts for the next few days, each of which was predicted to be clear skies day and night. “Sure.” She agreed eventually. “It'd be nice to see more of the area around here. So far it's just been this mansion and parts of Republic City.” For a split second Asami looked anxious as she bit her lip, but then the look was gone. “Great. Let's leave here at two then. It'd be best to get to the area before the sun sets so we have time to pitch the tent and all that.” She reached across the table and squeezed one of Korra's hands. “I'll make sure everything is ready before we leave. You just remember to bring a few changes of clothes just in case you need them.” Asami squeezed Korra's hand a second time before letting go. As she straightened up Asami bit her lip again then her attention shifted as a knock came from the door. “Ah good, something to eat. I'm pretty hungry.”

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Chapter 21 - Chapter 21

Asami rapped her knuckles on the door twice then stepped back and folded her arms. The only answer to her knock was silence and after a minute she glanced to her right “Are you sure Korra’s in there?” “Yes, Miss Sato. After her visit with Unalaq she came straight here. I came by to clean and change the sheets, but she yelled at me to go away.” Kika explained as she clasped her hands together instead of wringing them like she had done on previous occasions where Korra had given her trouble. “It’s not the first time she’s done that, but this time she didn’t sound annoyed. I don’t know what happened during her visit, but it really seems to have gotten her down. Honestly I would have preferred her to be cross.” “Right... “ Asami muttered to herself. The last few days it seemed as if Korra had gotten used to Kika performing her duties, but now the waterbender had slid backwards. “Do you want to stay in your position as her maid or would you like me to assign someone else to her? I won’t mind if you don’t want to do it anymore. Korra’s been pretty hard on you since she got here.” Kika threw a pensive look towards the door before shaking her head. "I won't pretend I'm not tempted to switch with someone else... but I was there when... Korra clearly has demons haunting her. If someone else took my position as her maid then it would only be a question of when they'd find out about them.” 'And that'd increase the chances of word spreading about Korra's condition.' Asami fought off the urge to let out a sigh of relief at her maid's decision. “Thank you, Kika. You're a saint. I'm sorry I threatened you that day. I let my emotions get the better of me and I said some things that I shouldn't have.” Kika lightly patted Asami on the shoulder. “It's all right, Miss Sato. That was a difficult situation for all of us and you were trying to protect your fiancée as best as you could in the heat of the moment. If there's nothing else then I'll take my leave and come back later.” Kika curtsied before heading off down the hallway. Asami pushed the door open and stepped inside before closing it behind her. Her gaze swept across the bedroom, but Korra was nowhere to be seen. Asami folded her arms across her chest as she gave the room a second look and her eyes landed on the bed. The blankets on it had been tugged loose and piled up into a large lump located precisely in the very center of the mattress. She walked forward and sat on one corner, the firm foam topper only slightly compressing beneath her weight. “Is something wrong, Korra?” The lump shifted as one corner of the blankets lifted up and Korra peeked out at her. “Yes. It’s starting to feel like nobody here cares about me as a person. They just want to use me to benefit themselves. Weyong, your dad, Unalaq.” A morose Korra grumbled before retreating back beneath the layers of cotton and wool. “What do you mean?” “Weyong only wanted to talk to me because he saw a chance to make money. Your dad only cares about creating his United Republic and my uncle thinks I should be marrying someone from the Northern Water Tribe, not you.” Asami blinked once, then again, and her mouth opened as she held a finger up despite the gesture being pointless since Korra was in no position to see it. “I’m sorry, hold on a minute. Did you say your uncle? As in, Unalaq, the chief of the Northern Water Tribe, is your uncle. I… how is that even possible? You literally lived on opposite sides of the planet from each other. I should know, I found you in the south.” “It's a long story and I don't want to tell it. The short version is that my dad is chief of the Southern Water Tribe and his brother is chief of the Northern Water Tribe.” 'Unalaq is her uncle. Korra must have learned that at the gala. No wonder she was distracted during dinner. Does that mean her father is from the Northern Water Tribe as well? Not to mention her uncle wants her to...' Asami's thoughts came to a screeching halt as the latter part of Korra's earlier sentence sank in. “He asked you to marry someone from the Northern Water Tribe? Why?” “Unalaq thinks that North and South have been split apart for too long. If I married someone from the North then we could reunite into a single Water Tribe like we used to be a long time ago.” 'Is this my father's doing? It wasn't enough for him to steal my thunder at the gala. He wants to steal the woman I agreed to marry away from me and shut me out entirely. I was wrong... he's not a dirtbag. He's an asshole. Though this would only work if Korra cooperates and I really doubt he has any clue how stubborn she can be.' “So what about me? You said the others were all trying to use you, but I'm the person you're engaged to. Are you having second thoughts about us?” Asami asked the pile of blankets, albeit reluctantly. It was a necessary question, but one she found herself dreading the answer to. “Not really. I mean you were using me in a way, but that was to try and repair your relationship with your father and that's a better reason than all the rest of them put together. You've also been completely honest with me and incredibly kind and patient. I couldn't have handled coming to Republic City if you weren't here to support me so no, I don't have any doubts about our engagement.” In a matter of mere moments Asami had learned of a threat to her engagement and then had her mounting anxiety laid to rest before its roots could dig themselves too deep. She and Korra were still going to get married. Almost two weeks ago that thought would have put her ill at ease, but now she found a wave of relief washing over her instead. Asami shook her head to clear it. She had come in here for a reason and following that particular line of thought would take the two of them towards an event best saved for later. Asami stood up, grabbed the blankets with both hands and pulled them off in one swift motion. Korra grabbed her pillow and pressed it against her face to block out the light. “What are you doing?” She complained while curling up into a ball. Asami dropped the blankets onto the floor while looking at Korra, dressed in the furs that she had brought from the South Pole, and all. “I was thinking we could take a trip into the city. Getting out and about is a better way for you to clear your head than wallowing in bed. Come on.” The waterbender let out a long suffering sigh and hugged the pillow against her chest as she looked up at Asami. “You're not going to give me a choice, are you?” “Nope.” “Ugh, fine.” Korra muttered as if this upcoming day-trip was the worst thing in the world to ever happen to her. “Give me a bit to get ready then I'll meet you at the garage.” It wasn't until a few minutes later that Korra arrived at the car. To Asami's surprise the waterbender had swapped the furs for a different outfit. Her loose fitting shirt was a pale lavender and not tucked into a pair of black pants that failed to make her legs look slimmer. She curved one eyebrow while pulling her keys out of her pocket. “You changed? May I ask why?” Korra's stride faltered and she looked down at herself. “Is this a bad combination? I was doing what you said, light color with dark color.” “No, you look nice. I'm just curious why you changed is all. What you were wearing was fine.” Asami quickly replied, not wanting to make the waterbender start second-guessing herself. “Oh, I was just wearing that for tea with Unalaq since we're both waterbenders and all.” Korra shrugged as if the matter was of no importance then pulled her door open and got into the car. “So where are we going this time?” 'I guess she really doesn't care about fashion after all. I wonder if that'll change after she's been in Republic City for a while. It'll be fun to see what styles she ends up favoring and I could definitely offer some suggestions for what she should wear.' “You'll see.” Their destination was on the outskirts of downtown and it took up an entire city block to itself. At its base was a massive facade of white marble and towering pillars and above that multiple floor were marked by lines of arched windows. “Republic City Library.” Korra read as she looked at the sign waiting for them past the terraced set of stairs. “A library is-” “I know what the word means.” Korra interrupted, but not in an unkindly manner. “I just never thought I’d see a library before I came to this city. This place is pretty big. How many books are in there?” “Nobody really knows for sure.” Asami said as she began to climb the stairs and Korra tagged along at her side. “They’ve been adding to their collection since the library was built thirty years ago. Right now the best estimates are somewhere around two or three million items.” “Three million!?” Korra exclaimed, loudly enough that some of the other people entering or exiting the library glanced in her direction. “It’s a lot.” Asami agreed. “It’s only the second largest library in the world however. The largest is in Ba Sing Se, but that’s not really a surprise. Everything is bigger in Ba Sing Se.” Korra remained silent for a moment, likely trying to process that chunk of information, before she responded. “How do you get to three million? Are there really that many books in the world?” “Well it’s not all just books.” Asami pulled on one of the handles and held it open for Korra to enter. The hall on the other side of the door was wide enough for several long tables to be lined up in a row and there were dozens of rows between them and spiraling staircases at the far side of the room. “There's music records, newspapers and photographs too.” “Huh.” Korra grunted as she glanced around the large room. “How does this work? People come here when they want to read one of the books? Seems like it'd make more sense to buy their own and do it at home.” “They could, but the books here are free and people can check them out to take home. It's a public service anyone in Republic City can sign up for.” Asami explained. “So, is there anything you'd like to learn more about? Any subject you want, this place will have books on it.” “I don't know...” Korra said after a moment's consideration. “My dad taught me how to read, but I've never used it that much. That newspaper article was the first thing I had read in years. I wouldn't even know where to begin.” Asami raised one hand and pointed towards a display stand holding multiple novels on its shelves, some large volumes with stiff covers while others were skinnier than a finger and bound in paper. Hanging on the wall next to the stand was a glass case with a single newspaper page inside of it. “Well those are all the current best sellers over there. How about you pick one from each genre and see which ones you like?” Korra drifted over to the case and she began to silently read the lists on the paper inside. After a moment she glanced over at Asami. “So, what are you looking for? It was nice bringing me here, but you’ve got that look in your eye that only shows up when you're trying to solve a problem.” “Oh, well... guilty as charged.” Asami admitted, feeling more than a little embarrassed at how easily Korra had read her intentions. “I've been having problems finding a metal that will work in the South Pole. My engineers and I have tried several different steel alloys, but they've all done poorly in impact tests after being exposed to extreme cold. I figured I'd come here and see if there's been any research done in this area.” Korra took a long step to her right and she picked up one of the novels from the top shelf. “Well, what about your ship? That was made of metal and it seemed to do all right from what I saw.” “My yacht?” Asami asked, taken by surprise by the suggestion. “I hadn't ever thought of that...” 'The hull's made of aluminum, not steel. It's lighter and less prone to corrosion which makes it popular for ships and boats. I've read some people think it could be an alternative to steel in construction, but it hasn't been used in any major projects yet as far as I know. My ship handled the freezing water just fine, but can aluminum endure subzero temperatures? If it can then that means the answer was there all along and I didn't see it. Korra did though and she doesn't have a formal education. I guess the chess game wasn't enough for me to learn my lesson. She's clever and a quick thinker. I should bounce more problems off her in the future and see what she says.' That was something for another day. Right now Korra had some books to check out and Asami had more tests to run.

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Chapter 23 - Chapter 23

Asami pursed her lips as she came to a halt in the middle of the hallway and set what she was carrying down on the ground. Further down the hallway was a pair of swinging doors and behind them the kitchen. Nearby, behind another door, was the laundry room and the deep din of rotating metal barrels full of clothing, bed-sheets, towels and rags. It had been years since she had entered this wing and for good reason. On paper the entirety of the estate and mansion belonged to Asami and her father, but that wasn’t quite how it worked in practice. It took nearly thirty people to run and maintain an estate of this size and all of those people needed somewhere to sleep and eat. To that end her father had set aside a wing of the mansion. An area they could call their own. Somewhere to relax when they were not working and most importantly of all, a place unfrequented by their employers. The last time she had come here had been when she was a girl in search of whatever treats she could pilfer from the kitchen. Now here she was again, a decade later, searching once more. Kika was seated at one of the serving tables, a plate of chicken and greens in front of her, when Asami peeked her head through the doors. Asami glanced towards the cooks, all of whom were preoccupied with their tasks, then raised one hand to where the maid could see it and beckoned with her fingers. A frown creased Kika’s face and she rose from her chair and stamped her way out into the hall. “What are you doing here, Miss Sato?" "I know, I know. I'm not supposed to intrude on your part of the mansion, Kika. Thing is that I can't find Korra. I've looked all over and she's nowhere to be found. Do you know if she went into the city?" Kika glanced past Asami towards the item on the ground and her face softened. "Ah, I see. Miss Korra said she was going to read outside, but not where she was going in the grounds. Is there anything else I can help you with?" "No, that's all I wanted. Thank you, Kika." As Kika headed back into the kitchen and her meal, Asami stooped next to the object she had set aside and lifted it back into her arms. A few minutes walk saw her exiting the mansion into the grounds surrounding it. On an ordinary day, at this time of year, the air would be crisp at best and likely near freezing. Today was an exception. The sun shone bright overhead and the air felt almost like spring. Asami hesitated as she looked to her left then her right at the recently mowed lawn. Korra was somewhere out here, but Asami had spent nearly half an hour searching the mansion for the waterbender and it might take her even longer to check behind the dozens of trees and bushes scattered throughout the grounds. Her eyes stopped searching as they came across a staff member on his hands and knees. Behind him was a clump of pots, each of them containing a stalk bearing petals splashed with shades of golden orange or pastel yellows. Asami's eyes flicked towards the row of holes in front of him before she called out his name. “Mazim!” The gardener’s spade came to a halt and he pushed himself up to his feet and turned around as she approached. “Yes, Miss Sato? Do you need my help with that?” He gestured at what he was holding with the spade. Asami shifted her burden and shook her head. “That won't be necessary. I’m looking for Korra. Have you seen her by any chance?” “I saw her maybe an hour ago heading off in that direction.” Mazim turned and pointed northwards. “Would you like me to help you find her?” “Thanks again, but no.” Asami stated before casting an admiring glance towards the flowers. “By the way those snapdragons are lovely, you made a fine choice. I'll let you get back to it.” Asami's path towards the north saw her winding her way between hedges and past trees and bushes with flowers yet to bloom. After a couple of minutes she finally spotted Korra. The waterbender was sitting with her back against the trunk of a weathered oak tree with branches that had begun to grow long before men had settled the region. Korra had a book open in her hands and her knees were bent and ankles crossed. “There you are, Korra! It's taken me forever to find you.” Korra looked up from her book before glancing back down at it for a split second to check the page number and closing the novel. “Good morning, Asami.” Her gaze shifted focus to the object in her fiancée's arms, a ceramic jar holding flowers with cream-white petals. “Moon flowers?” “Yep.” Asami cheerfully replied. “I realized the other day I never got you any kind of housewarming gift when you moved in. I wasn't sure what to get you at first, but then I remembered you had a lot of fun at the botanical gardens. It took me a few calls to find a place that sold them but I was able to get one of the kinds of flowers we saw there.” Korra set her book down and rose to her feet. She moved up towards Asami before leaning forward and sniffing the flowers. “Ah, that's really sweet of you. This flower smells nice. Thank you, Asami.” After a few seconds she drew her head back and her head spun one way then another. “Can I keep this in my room or am I supposed to plant this out here somewhere since this pot has dirt in it?” “I think you can keep it in your room though I don't know for how long.” Asami said after a moment's consideration. “I don't know very much about plants either. I'd suggest you ask Mazim or one of the other gardeners for advice.” She held the jar out and Korra took it with a crooked grin that had become more than a little familiar to Asami. 'Well that was the easy part. Now onto the hard part. I’ve been thinking about this since that night at the pool, but I haven’t come up with a good way to start this conversation. Guess I’ll just muddle through and hope this doesn’t backfire on me.' “Can I ask you something?” Asami began, her voice growing more serious with each word. “What is it?” Korra answered, the grin on her face disappearing in an instant as she observed Asami’s sudden change in demeanor. Asami lowered herself to sit next to the spot where Korra had been and patted the ground beside her. She waited until Korra had set the pot down and taken a seat as well before speaking. “So, when you offered to sleep with me… is that how people view sex in the Southern Water Tribe? Like it’s some kind of obligation or duty? You were comparing it to hunting or cleaning.” Korra rubbed at the back of her neck before shrugging uneasily. “Sorta? Sex isn't something people in my tribe are required to provide, but we also know it's a part of life and a need that has to be satisfied. You could say it's like a chore, except you know, sex is fun. A lot of fun once you're good at it. I had a few different women that I shared my bed with when I had the urge for it.” “Just women? Umm... do you mind if I ask if you're... you know.” Asami hesitantly ventured. The offer Korra had made to Asami was evidence the waterbender liked women, but the way Korra was talking now made it seem as if she wasn't interested in the other gender. Korra blinked at Asami before laughing abruptly. “Oh right, I've only mentioned women. Here's the thing. I'm attracted to men as well, but I've never been with one. I'm arguably the strongest waterbender in the Southern Water Tribe and one of our best warriors as well. Getting pregnant from sleeping with a man was  a risk I couldn't afford to take. Me not being able to fight would have hurt us a lot.” 'Is there anything in her past that wasn't affected by the war? I suppose not. This doesn't tell me what I was really trying to figure out though. Did she offer to sleep with me because she was trying to provide for me or were there real feelings behind her offer? Aaaagh. Why are you so difficult to read, Korra? You're making me want to rip my hair out. I need to grow a spine and just ask how she feels, but I don't want to scare her off or hear her say she doesn't.' Korra picked up a crimson hued leaf up off the ground and her index finger traced the veins in it as she waited. Once Asami had snapped out of her latest reverie Korra let the leaf flutter back to earth to rejoin the others of its kind that had already fallen. “Since we're having a serious conversation, do you mind if I ask you a question of my own?” “Go ahead.” “So I've been told that a bunch of the United Republic's laws are based around contracts. That would include this alliance between your people and mine as well as our marriage. I don't have a problem with that, but I haven't signed anything or even seen any kind of contract for that matter.” Korra pointed out with a vaguely disconcerted look on her face. “Why? You're too smart to forget something as important as that. Not to mention I've been hanging around here for the last couple of weeks. I thought I was supposed to be a member of the Council, not your house-guest.” Asami grimaced and let out a frustrated sigh. “You're right. You not signing anything yet is intentional and it wasn't my decision for what it's worth. In order for the Council's plan to work we need to get all four nations to accept our offer. If we don't have them all then the ones left out could feel isolated and might become aggressive. Right now we just have you and maybe Unalaq. The Fire Nation's still fighting a civil war and the Earth Queen hasn't sent a reply. There's been talks with the Air Nomads, but their Elders don't make decisions very quickly.” “And what happens to the United Republic if they don't agree?” “I don't know.” Asami admitted. “We've basically seceded from the Fire Nation at this point and I doubt they'll appreciate losing their colonies over here.” She shivered as a feeling of dread began to bite and scratch at her insides. There was no way of predicting what kind of person would become the next Fire Lord, but if they were half as cruel as their predecessor then their response would be terrible and bloody. Korra raised her hand and settled it on Asami’s far bicep. She pulled Asami closer until their shoulders were pressed together and squeezed her arm reassuringly. “Maybe not, but whatever happens I’ll be here. I know I’ve already said this before, but let me say it again to be clear. I’m going to marry you, contract or no contract and you’ll have me by your side whatever comes.” The moment the words left Korra’s lips the trepidation in Asami's gut dissipated in the blink of an eye. Uncertainty had been hovering over Asami ever since her ship had left Republic City’s harbor for the south pole. She hadn’t known if she would be able to make contact with the Southern Water Tribe, whether they’d accept her offer or what kind of person she’d be engaged to if they did. The overall success of their plan had been up in the air as was the future of the city she called home. Despite all of that, this repeated reassurance meant that Asami had one constant she could rely on. Korra. Asami’s head dipped to the side until her cheek was resting against the waterbenders sleeve.Through it she could feel strength welling outwards and into her, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. 'Well, I guess that particular plan is going to happen now. I just have to decide when.'

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Chapter 22 - Chapter 22

Korra placed her hand flat against the door and pushed it open as she stepped inside. It was the same room she had hosted Unalaq in, but it didn’t feel like it. Every visible surface had been scrubbed and polished until it shone and the air was warmer thanks to the crackling fire that had lit. Kika had even gone to the trouble of replacing all the furniture. The red club chairs had been swapped for dark brown armchairs and the black wooden coffee table had been swapped for one of glass though it bore the same tea set as before. On another day she might have felt mildly pleased by the change, but right now it did nothing to alter her somber yet hopeful mood. Today was the first step towards banishing the afflictions that plagued her, regaining normalcy in her life. She had barely taken a seat when a knock came from the door. “Come in!” Korra called out, louder than she had meant to. A diminutive woman with black hair and thin glasses entered the room. Like before she wore a black sweater and a gray pair of slacks. “Good morning, Korra. It’s good to see you once again. I wasn’t sure if you were going to accept my offer or not.” Ralla stated as she took a seat opposite Korra. “Me either.” Korra admitted. “I don’t understand you as a person, but you seem like you know what you’re talking about with all this soldier's heart stuff. So, how do we... fix me, I guess is the right word for it?” Ralla stood up from her chair and she picked the kettle up off the coffee table and poured some of the hot water over the leaves already present in the cups. After a minute she lifted one cup up and held it out to Korra who took it with both hands as Ralla began to speak. “It appears I’ve failed to properly explain some things about the nature of my work. I very much would like the ability to fix my clients as you put it and perhaps someday a way will be found, but that is not the case today.” The cup of tea began to tremble in Korra’s hands and the ever present anger lurking deep down below the surface began to boil over as she stared at Ralla. “What are you saying?” Korra rose to her feet and her voice increased in volume as she started to shout. “That I’m stuck like this? That I have to spend my life balancing on the edge of a knife, afraid that if I fall off, I'll lose control and hurt someone!?” She drew her arm back and flung it forward, sending the cup hurtling past Ralla towards the wall where it shattered into fragments of porcelain. “Why are you even here if you can't help me!?” Ralla flinched a fraction as the cup sailed past her, but her face remained impassive as Korra yelled. Once the waterbender had finished ranting Ralla left her cup on the table as she sat down. “I did not say I couldn't help you, I said I couldn't fix you. There may not be a cure for soldier's heart, but there are ways to cope with your symptoms and over time they will begin to fade though they'll never truly be gone. That is what I can help you with if you're willing to let me.” Korra sagged back into her chair and covered her face with her hands, the rage vanishing in an instant and a sudden weariness taking its place. A few minutes ago she had been dreaming of being fixed and now suddenly reality had reared its ugly head. There was no cure, no end to the bouts of fear and anger. No making the nightmares stop. All she could do was endure. Korra dropped her hands onto the arms of her chair and she sat up straighter. “So, what can you do to help me?” “There are a number of different plans and treatment options available, but I don't know enough about your symptoms to recommend one just yet. Or you for that matter. All of my other clients are from Republic City so we have something in common that I can use as a starting point. However that starting point is lacking in this case since you're from a different part of the world with a culture I know next to nothing about. For right now how about you tell me a little about yourself.” Ralla suggested. Talking. The plan for today was just... talking. If that wasn't bad enough, it was Korra who had to do all the talking. About herself. She took a deep breath and leaned forward, interlacing her fingers together. “I'm not sure where to begin really. I was born in the south pole and my name is Korra, but you already know that. This is my twentieth summer and recently I got engaged to Asami Sato and came here to Republic City... uhh I'm a waterbender and a healer... I don't know what to say really.” Ralla reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a white square of cloth while taking off her glasses. As she began to rub the lens with the fabric she squinted at Korra. “How did you get to Republic City? Airship?” “Airship?” Korra repeated, stunned by the idea. It was blindingly obvious to her that Republic City was more technologically advanced than her people, but if they had developed machines that could fly through the air then the gap was far wider than she had realized. “Uhh... no... we came on Asami's ship. A water ship, not an airship. I guess that would just be a ship.” “So you arrived by way of the harbor, I assume?” Ralla paused there, waiting until Korra nodded and she continued to speak. “Tell me, what did you think when you first saw Republic City?” “It was... “ Korra hesitated a moment as she looked for the right way to describe how she had felt on that first day. “The thing about the south pole is that it’s barren. It’s not flat, but you can see a really long way because there’s nothing to get in the way. But here? The buildings are enormous and there's just so many of them in every direction. Don’t get me wrong, Republic City looks spectacular from a distance, but I don’t like actually being in the city. It’s too confining and it makes me feel like I’m struggling to breathe.” “That’s not surprising. People moving to Republic City from smaller towns or villages often have trouble coping at first.” Ralla’s gaze flicked towards the fire then her head swiveled towards the wall opposite it. “Though I think thismansion is a good place for you to be right now. Living in the city might be too jarring of a change.” “What makes you say that? Living in the city can't possibly be worse than what I've already gone through.” Korra pointed out. “That's true.” Ralla admitted without any reluctance. “What I meant was that it's better for you to ease into life into Republic City instead of jumping straight into the deep end by living in the city itself. Even then it's still a huge change and it's not the only one you've made recently. You've also gotten engaged to Miss Sato. How are you feeling about that?” How did she feel about her engagement? That was a more difficult question to answer and a far more personal one as well. Ralla had explained that she knew almost nothing about Korra, but the reverse was true as well. Korra knew almost nothing about Ralla, save her profession and the person who had hired her, Asami Sato. Ralla seemed like she genuinely wanted to help, but it was entirely possible that she could report the details of this conversation to Asami or even peoples unknown. “You're wondering if you can trust me I see.” “What? No I...” Korra started to bluster then stopped as she looked back upwards to see a tiny grin on the other woman's face. Korra sighed and sagged back in her chair as she abandoned her bluff. “It's that obvious?” Ralla shook her head as her face grew serious. “Only because I've seen the same expression from many of my other clients. They want help, but they're unsure whether they can trust me to keep the things they talk about secret or whether I might judge them for it. The answer I give in response to this question is two-fold. The first is that I am legally bound to silence unless you are an immediate danger to yourself and/or other people or if the police subpoena me as part of a criminal investigation. The second is that there's nothing you can tell me that I haven't heard before from another client.” Korra flinched as Ralla's words hit home. Regardless of how the horrors of war had impacted Korra's life, she was still just one person. Korra had no idea how many clients Ralla had, but each of them undoubtedly had stories of violence and death similar to her own and Ralla had listened to each and every one of them. Did Ralla have nightmares of her own? She could ask, but Korra had the sneaking suspicion the therapist wouldn't answer the question since they were here to talk about Korra. “When I first met Asami, she was just a means to an end. I wanted to help my people and her offer seemed like a good way to do that. Since then we've spent a lot of time together and I've gotten to know her as a person. She's kind, tough, beautiful, a lot smarter than me and the most amazing person I've ever met. This marriage might be political, but she's not a bad person to be married to.” Ralla's fingers tapped against each other, though the rest of her remained completely still, as she gazed at Korra, After a moment she stirred and placed her hands in her lap. “That’s some high praise for your fiancée. In fact the way you’re describing her makes it sound like you think she’s more than ‘not a bad person to be married to.’ Would it be out of line for me to ask if there might be something beyond a platonic relationship here?’’ “All of our future sessions are going to be like this, aren’t they?” Korra grumbled as she threw a sour look in the therapists direction. “I say something and you see right through it, and me, like that.” She snapped her fingers for emphasis. “It’s kinda annoying to feel so transparent, but it’s kinda impressive at the same time. Are you naturally this perceptive or is this a skill you’ve built up over the years?” “At the risk of sounding arrogant I would say I’ve always had a bit of a knack at reading people. Even so it took me years of studying and even more years of practice to get that skill to where it is today. One of the things I’ve had to learn is how people behave in therapy. Some people are straightforward, others need to be encouraged and there are a few who are resistant to talking about their issues. Sometimes it’s anger, other times it’s deflection like you’re doing right now.” Korra flinched for a second time. Not only could Ralla see through Korra, she also wasn't afraid to call Korra out for trying to be evasive. She could dig in her heels, but that would only be a waste of time for both women and delay her getting any actual help. Korra rose from her chair and moved to stand next to the fireplace. She rested her forearm against the hearth as she stared into it, the flames inside twisting to and fro. “To answer your question, yes. I've fallen for her.” Korra admitted. “There's no such thing as a perfect person, but she might be the closest thing to it.” “Does she have any idea how you feel?” “We've never talked about it, but it wouldn't make a difference if we did.” Korra said in a quiet voice. “Why not? I understand that you got engaged for political reasons, but that doesn't mean your relationship can't become genuine and it would bode well for the long term success of your marriage if it did.” Korra turned away from the fireplace to look at Ralla, her voice even softer than before. “Because I don't want to do that to her. She deserves better than someone who's... damaged like I am. Asami shouldn't have to spend the rest of her life dealing with my issues. It wouldn't be fair to her.” “Ah I see.” Ralla murmured as she stood from her chair and moved to join Korra by the fireplace, her hands held behind her back. “You don't wish to be a burden. That feeling is rather common among my clients, but it is misguided and also too late in this case. You are a strong woman, Korra, but the thing you face now is best done so with the support of others. Asami is already trying to help you. It's why she asked me to see you, and she will continue to do so regardless of whether your relationship is platonic or romantic. So the question facing you now is which one you want it to be.” Ralla brought one of her arms in front of her and turned it to look at the watch on her wrist. “I think that's a good stopping point for today. When you're ready for another session, call my office and we'll schedule a time. Until then, good day, Korra.” Once Ralla had gone Korra turned her gaze back towards the fireplace, the therapist's words echoing in her mind. Ralla wasn’t wrong, Korra knew. Asami had already gotten involved with her issues. On the day of the thunderstorm Asami had held her on the bathroom floor then, once Korra had grown calm enough to be left by herself, headed straight out into the city in search of what would turn out to be Ralla and this session that had just ended. Plus that involvement wasn’t going to end due to the fact their lives were inextricably linked now that she had committed to marrying Asami. Korra had been expecting to work on her problems today, but instead she had been left with questions. One larger than all the rest. How did Asami feel towards her? Only time would tell.

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Chapter 26 - Chapter 26

Korra tugged the blanket she was lying beneath towards her neck with one hand before rolling onto her side. Next to her was a goddess with pale skin and black hair. Her eyes were closed at the moment, Asami being sound asleep and looking the very picture of contented peacefulness. Last night had been anything but. Each of them had indulged themselves of the other's body in an attempt to please and be pleased at the same time. Korra's gaze shifted down towards the bulky outline of Asami's figure through the blanket. Underneath it her fiancée was fully naked, as was Korra, presenting an opportunity to her. Asami was still asleep and there wasn't a better way to start the day than being woken by your lovers tongue against your sex. Korra sat up and lifted the blanket up as she glanced beneath it towards Asami's legs then hesitated. Fun as that would be, her relationship with Asami had only just become romantic in nature and that was the sort of thing they would have to discuss beforehand. She dropped the blanket and laid back down to wait. In the meantime she had a vision of perfection to admire while doing so. Minutes, or perhaps hours, passed until Asami's eyes fluttered open a crack and she smiled lazily at Korra. “Good morning, you.” She murmured, her eyes still not open all the way. “Good morning, Asami.” Korra happily replied before leaning in for a kiss. At the same time her left hand brushed against the outside of Asami's thigh then inside inwards as her fingers glided towards a certain area nearby. Asami groaned and a tremble of arousal ran through her as Korra's fingers grazed her sex. She pulled back from the kiss and placed a hand on Korra's cheek while making no move to stop what was happening down below. “I can't say that I mind what you're doing, but already? I haven't even woken all the way up yet.” Korra's fingers came to a halt and she moved her hand up to rest on the gentle curve of Asami's belly, her question from earlier unintentionally answered. It wasn't as intense it had been last night, but there was still a spark of desire in the other woman's eyes. If Korra kept going then it was sure to increase, but there was also a vague sense of something else as well. Uncertainty perhaps. “I suppose we can wait if you want. What else would we do, though?” Asami blinked at her before shaking her head and snorting in amusement. “Talk, spend time together, play a game, go out to eat, listen to a radio show. You know, normal relationship stuff.” “Oh.” Korra stated in a flat voice. She sat up and the blanket fell off her shoulders and onto her lap as she stared at the tent door flap. “I... uh... I don't know, actually. This is the first real relationship I've ever been in. Those other women I mentioned... it was literally just sex. No talking about feelings or any conversation for that matter. I'd go knock on their door or they'd knock on mine, we'd have sex then leave once it was done. That's all there was to it.” “May I ask why?” Asami ventured as she looked up at Korra, though not without a downward peek at the waterbenders bare chest. “You're pretty amazing and I have a hard time believing no one was ever interested in you.” “There were a few, but I always said no when they asked. It's not that I wasn't interested or anything like that. They were good people and to be honest I even liked a couple of them. The truth was that I thought getting into a romantic relationship would be a mistake. I'm not sure how many battles I've fought in, but there was always another one looming on the horizon.” Korra's voice quavered and she stopped speaking for a minute to regain her composure. “I didn't want to die, but I knew that I would someday. War's a chaotic mess and eventually something would go wrong and that would be the end of me. If I was involved with someone then they'd be hurt when it finally happened and I didn't want to be a source of grief for anyone.” Her voice trailed off and Korra squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before flashing a shaky smile at Asami. “At least that's how I used to feel, but now the war is over and last night I realized it's time for me to start thinking about what I want out of life. Luckily there's one thing that I don't have to worry about since I'm already in a relationship with a terrific woman. I want to make this work, but I don't know how so I just fall back on what I'm good at. In this case that would be sex.” “I can't argue with that.” Asami agreed, her cheeks reddening as she did so. “You were wonderful last night and I'm looking forward to next time, but thinking about that is going to get me all hot and bothered and off-topic. Honestly I think you're doing all right as far as our relationship goes. I know we weren't officially together until last night, but I've spent some time thinking about the last couple of weeks. Eating at the fondue restaurant, visiting the garden and all the other stuff we've done together. I think we were going on dates, but not realizing it at the time.” Asami smiled as she draped her arm across Korra's lap. “We don't have to do anything differently now that we're an item, just keep being ourselves. There'll be bumps along the way, but we'll work through them.” She gave one of Korra's hands an affectionate squeeze. “Together.” Relief washed over Korra as Asami finished speaking. The statement didn't completely eliminate her uncertainty about their fledgling relationship, but it was still a positive sign. Korra had a lot to learn, but that would come in time. For now she had a more pressing issue to deal with. “What's for breakfast? More hot dogs?” “Nope. I brought something else for breakfast.” Asami tossed her corner of the blanket aside and rose to her feet. She reached towards the ceiling off the tent with both hands, pulling the muscles in her back tight as she stretched them. Korra's gaze drifted a few dozen centimeters lower as she admired the view. “Also not that.” Korra's eyes snapped upwards to see a grin on Asami's face as she looked down at the waterbender. She blushed at having been caught and looked away. “That's too bad. So what are we eating?” Asami bent forward at the waist as she picked her shirt up. “I was thinking something simple today. Sandwiches are easy to make and you can put whatever you want on them.” Whatever she wanted. Korra had multiple options available to choose from. Much like the fondue place or the condiments last night. Asami was going out of her way to expose Korra to new kinds of foods once again and undoubtedly the ingredients this time would all be things she had never tasted before. Korra smiled slightly then pushed her blanket aside and stood up. Asami glanced over her shoulder and her cheeks reddened once again before she turned away and grabbed her briefs. Korra grinned as she started to get dressed. She wasn't the only one enjoying the view it seemed. Like before their food was inside of a cooler in the back of the jeep, but this one had a couple of notable differences than its compatriot. There was a fan blowing outwards mounted on the side of the cooler and the air inside it felt rather chilly when Korra stuck her hands inside. She came out with a browned loaf of bread that was shaped like a dome and sporting a pair of diagonal slashes intersecting each other on the top. Korra flipped it over in her hands to look at the bottom then gave Asami an inquisitive look. “So this looks like bread, but I haven’t seen bread shaped like this before. Is this a different kind?” “It’s sourdough.” Asami pulled out a square glass container full of thin white squares riddled with dark flecks and set it down on the other cooler’s lid. “I know it's made of wheat, but I don't know what makes it different than other breads. Maybe it has different ingredients? We can ask the cooks when we get back if you'd like.” “No, that's alright. If you say it's different then that's good enough for me.” Korra stated as she set the bread down on the other cooler. “What kind of cheese is that?” She asked while leaning forward to get a closer look at the squares in question. “Pepperjack. It's a white cheese with chili peppers added in. I also brought swiss and some gouda cheese as well.” Asami pulled the respective cheeses out and stacked them on top of the pepperjack. “I also brought some pepperoni, turkey breast and some ham.” A red log wrapped in paper along with thin slices of whitish pink and thicker dark red strips joined the cheeses. “There's also mayo left over from from last night if you want to try that on your sandwiches, Korra.” Korra glanced at the loaf of bread then at Asami. “Did you bring a knife to cut the bread with?” “Oh right, just a second.” Asami stepped to the side and rummaged through the back of the jeep before coming out with a long serrated knife and a wooden board. “Here you go.” A few minutes later and the two of them were sitting side by side in the back of the jeep, their legs resting against the bumper. Korra had two pieces of bread, sawn off from the boule, with dry ingredients stuck in the middle n her hands. She eyed it for a few seconds, unsure what her construct was going to taste like, before taking a small bite off one end. Korra paused as she processed it before taking an even larger bite and swallowing. “Oh, wow! That was a lot more intense than I expected it to be. Okay let’s see if I got this right. The bread is what makes it sour, but the name gives that away. Most of the spiciness comes from the peppers, but there’s some from the pepperoni as well.” “Very good, Korra. You’re getting better at this. At this rate it won’t be long before you don’t need me to help you identify different tastes.” Asami smiled brightly and Korra’s heart skipped a beat before she responded with a smile of her own. “Maybe so, but I'm sure there's plenty of foods out there I haven't tasted and I want to try them all.” Korra stated before sneaking a peek at Asami as the other woman raised a cup to her lips. “Though the best thing I've had to eat is you.” Asami sputtered on her drink and she quickly hid her mouth in her elbow as she continued to cough. Once the fit had passed she set her cup down and her cheeks reddened as she stared straight ahead. “I..uh... thank you. You tasted pretty good yourself... was that a setup for round two? I'd like that, but I want to finish eating first.” “Me too. I want to try those other meats and cheeses you brought.” Korra said with an anticipatory glance behind her at the items in question. “We have some stuff to talk about before that though since we've having sex now. Last night was good, but I don't want to just be a good lover. I want to be a great lover, but I need to know what you like to make that happen. I learned a bit of what you like from last night, but what else? Licking? Fingering? Oral? Anal? Where do you like being touched? What kind of things do you not like?” Asami picked her cup up and took a long and very, very slow drink of water before setting the cup back down. “Okay... well... I knew we were probably going to have sex if things went well on this trip and I was ready for that. I didn't expect to be having this conversation though, at least not for months, maybe years.” Korra's head tilted to the side as she gazed at Asami curiously. This particular conversation could easily become very awkward if one of the participants was feeling shy about discussing their turn-ons and turn-offs. It had happened to Korra before, and she had been able to handle it, but there was something more in the way Asami was hugging herself and looking away. It was almost like she was... scared. “What is it, Asami? There's some stuff I won't do, but I have a strong stomach and I've heard of pretty much everything so you aren't going to gross me out if that's what you're worried about.” Asami didn't respond, instead aimlessly picking at the edge of her partially eaten sandwich as she stared at nothing in particular. Several minutes passed before she finally returned her attention to Korra. “So I need to make something clear. My reputation is very important. My career, my social status, our marriage and the future of the United Republic depends on maintaining that reputation. It’s why I still live on the Sato Estate, it’s why I was able to volunteer to marry you. My entire life is built on it in some way or another. The conversation we’re about to have has to stay between us. No one can know, not the servants, not your therapist. No one. Do you understand?” Korra nodded slowly. “Does the acronym BDSM mean anything to you?” BDSM. Korra rubbed her chin as she racked her memory, trying to think of any time that she might've heard the acronym in question. After several moments she shook her head. “No. I can't say I have. What does it mean? I'm guessing it's related to sex somehow.” “In that case then I have a book for you to read when we get back home.” Asami said while still not looking at Korra. “Once you're done and you understand what it means... well we can have this conversation again and see what you think of me then.” Asami took a large bite and began to chew. After swallowing she took a drink of water then took another bite. Korra waited a few moments longer, but Asami remained silent and kept her gaze pointedly away from Korra. BDSM. Whatever this was, it was significant enough that Asami considered the very acronym itself a danger to the life she currently enjoyed. Something major had been just revealed to her, Korra knew, but that something would remain a mystery to her. At least until she read this book that Asami had mentioned. Korra picked up her sandwich and began to eat. Normally mysteries and secrets held little appeal for her, but she was curious to see what this particular one would turn out to be and what it might mean for their newfound sex life.

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Chapter 18 - Chapter 18

Don't pass the dishes. Don't handle the serving platters. Serving dishes aren't placed directly on the table. Utensils go back onto your plate once you're finished with them. Food is served going counterclockwise, beginning with the guest of honor, Korra in this particular case. Beverages are served going clockwise, again starting with Korra. The more courses you have the smaller a serving you get with each course. Seat yourself two hand-widths from the table. Bring the spoon to your mouth when you're eating soup, not the other way around. Korra let out a long-suffering sigh as she stared at the plate in front of her as Asami continued to drone on about the seemingly endless list of rules governing a formal dinner in Republic City. She squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Why do you have to make eating so complicated? It's food. You stick it in your mouth and chew it. All this stuff is just a bunch of nonsense." She grumbled. Asami came to a halt in the middle of her pacing as Korra interrupted her. "I know it's complicated, but all these rules are a major part of what makes this a formal dinner. Without them it wouldn't be an upper-class affair." "Classes again." Korra muttered with a shake of her head. "Another thing I still don't get... how long is this lesson going to take, Asami?" “Well, there’s still plenty of things for you to learn…” Asami mused. “...but we’ve covered enough to get you through this dinner tonight. There’s still some things left to do though, but not right now. Come by my room at say five thirty and we can get ready together.” On her way out Asami stopped after opening the door. “We’re done, Kika. You can start cleaning up now.” The maid pushed her cart inside and wheeled it up to the table. Korra gave the plate and utensils a sour look as Kika picked them up and placed them onto her cart. These weren’t the dishes and cutlery that were going to be used at the gala tonight, but they were in the same category and as such were just as loathsome. Even so, this was only for one night and then she could go back to eating like a sane person. At five-thirty Korra knocked twice on the door to Asami’s room and Asami’s voice came through right away. “Come in.” Her fiancée was sitting in front of a dresser, a wooden box with multiple drawers to her left and a mirror in front of her. She had changed into the slinky red dress and a black purse rested on her lap. Korra came to a halt next to Asami and her eyes drifted down to her fiancée's hands. “Makeup again? You're pretty with or without it.” Asami blushed as she made eye contact with Korra through the mirror. “Maybe so, but it's expected of me and to be honest it's something I enjoy doing. You should give it a try.” Asami rose from her chair and gestured at the seat. “What, like right now?” Korra exclaimed, taken aback by the suggestion. “Yep. I figure a bit of makeup would help you look more presentable. First impressions are important and a lot of powerful people are going to meet you for the first time tonight.” Korra glanced at the chair then at the box of makeup on the dresser. The idea wasn't completely alien to her. She had painted her face before, but not for the sake of making herself look more appealing like Asami was suggesting. It had been a methodical and solemn act. A means of preparing herself for battle. An attempt to frighten the enemy and possibly the last thing they might see before the end. A mask of black and white. Gray and death. She shuddered at the memory of the grim task then shook her head. “No... I'm not doing that.” She said with a tone of finality that brooked no argument. “Oh... okay then...” Asami hesitantly stated, caught off-guard by the steely resolve in Korra's voice. “I'll meet you at the car at six.” “At six?” Korra asked with a furrowed brow. “The dinner begins at six.” “It does, but we're going to wait so that we arrive after everyone else is present.” Asami explained, looking a little pleased with the plan she had concocted. “The main reason people are coming to this dinner is to meet the new council member. If you're not there then they'll ask each other where you could be and they'll get more excited. When we do show up it'll have more of an impact.” Korra frowned to herself as she considered the suggestion. Asami’s logic made sense if one’s goal was to attract as much attention as possible. It was a goal she had never sought after, however. Attention wasn’t something she had ever sought out, or enjoyed for that matter, but now it seemed unavoidable. Still, it would only be for one night, much like the insane rules the people in this city had towards some of their dinners. An hour later the two of them were standing of a curved building with what had to be at least a hundred identical square windows covering its facade. In front of them was a set of glass doors and behind them a valet behind the wheel of Asami's car was disappearing down a ramp into an underground garage. "So, are you ready?" Korra stared blankly at the door before slowly shaking her head as she tugged on her bowtie then fiddled with one of her dinner jacket’s sleeves. "Not really. I don't know anyone in there or anything about Republic City for that matter. What am I supposed to talk about with a bunch of people I haven't met and probably have nothing in common with?" "Well, you've met me and my father so that's two people." Asami pointed out with a slightly mischievous grin. "Your dad's attending?" Korra asked, surprised. "Why didn't he come with us if we're all going to the same place?" A strange look passed over Asami's face before vanishing in the blink of an eye and she shrugged as if it was of no consequence. "He probably wanted to get here early so he could butter some people up for a business deal or something like that. Come on, we can't stay out here forever. Let's go." Korra shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she eyed the door and the dinner party somewhere beyond it. There was more than one barrier between her and it, but she could still sense it's presence, like a predator skulking unseen. Korra shook her head in annoyance and straightened to stand fully upright. This was ridiculous. She had fought in battle. This was a dinner party and she was more nervous now than she had been in years. Korra walked forward, pushed the door open with a stiff arm and began to walk through the hotel lobby. “Wrong way, Korra. The dinner is off that way.” Asami pointed to her right with one gloved finger. An embarrassed Korra's face darkened as blood rose to her face and she did an abrupt u-turn before heading towards the hallway Asami was indicating. Korra had never been in this building before, but it seemed that Asami was familiar with the place. There was an intersection a short distance from the spot where they had entered the hall and another not long after that. Asami took a right at the first then a left at the second, both without hesitation. She came to a halt near a pair of doors opened all the way up and held in place against the wall by stoppers. Asami turned towards Korra. “So here we are. Whenever you’re ready.” Korra took a deep breath as she stared at the open doors. Just a dinner party. She strode forward and through the doors and into the room beyond. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their light bulbs hidden between rows of glass teardrops. Dozens of tables covered in white tablecloths were placed throughout the room, each of which had bare surfaces and chairs tucked in. Between all the tables a sizable crowd was standing around in small knots as they chatted with each other. The men were all wearing dark suits much like the one Korra was dressed in. The women were all sporting long dresses though their colors were more varied and most were sporting extravagant necklaces. Black, blue, red like Asami's and the occasional gray or silver dress. There was also a third set of outfits, white dress shirts and black slacks. This third group also sported one extra addition, round silver trays bearing thin glasses on them. “Excuse me, may I have your attention please?” A woman’s voice, emanating from somewhere in the ceiling, cut through the din. The crowd turned to look towards the door and Korra did likewise. A woman, dressed like those carrying drinks, was standing there, some sort of metal device attached to a black cable in her hand. Asami moved forward and placed through Korra's, turning her back towards the cable. “Presenting Asami Sato and her fiancée, Korra of the Southern Water Tribe.” Korra froze as the eyes of all the other party-goers shifted towards her. As she stood there multiple people leaned towards the person or persons they were standing next to and a quiet murmur filled the room. Asami leaned in towards Korra. “If you need help or have questions then I'll chime in, but it's best if you can handle this on your own since I won't always be there. Otherwise I'm just your piece of arm candy tonight.” Asami tugged her forwards towards the crowd and the conversations began to pick back up though Korra could feel people glancing at her out of the corners of their eyes as she walked by. After a moment an older man with thick gray hair and a square face walked up towards them. He held his hand out towards Korra. “Wonyong Keum, CEO of Keum Enterprises. Pleasure to meet you, Korra.” “CEO?” Korra's eyes flicked towards Asami, a questioning look on her face. “Chief executive officer. It means he's the leader of his company.” Asami quickly explained. “I see.” Korra said before looking back at the older man and taking his hand. He had a firmer grip than she was expecting and pumped her hand once before letting go. “What does Keum Enterprises do exactly?” “My company dabbles in a lot of different areas, but our biggest focus is real estate and construction.” Wonyong said. “We own a fair amount of property in Republic City and work crews to build on the lots we don’t.” He grabbed a pair of glasses off a tray passing nearby and handed one to Korra and the second to Asami. "What sort of things have you built?" Korra asked as she took the glass and eyed the bubbling yellow liquid in it for a split second, unsure of what it was. "I'm not very familiar with Republic City yet." "This hotel for starters." Wonyong waved his hand aimlessly at the room they were in. "Republic City needed a place suitable for guests as esteemed as yourself and I was happy to oblige. Lately though my crews have been working in Republic City's harbor. Repairing and in some cases upgrading the piers and dockyards." There it was. Korra hadn't even been in the room for five minutes and the very first person to approach her was already dropping hints. It was just like Hiroshi had said when she had encountered him in the Sato's garage. Korra might be an unknown, but she also represented an opportunity for those willing to take the initiative. The question was deciding who to trust from among all these strangers. Wonyong's veiled suggestion did make sense though. If the Southern Water Tribe was going to rejoin the rest of the world then a harbor was exactly the sort of thing they would need. “Well, that's very interesting.” Korra stated in as polite a voice she could muster. “I think I should meet as many people as I can while I'm here, but maybe we could talk again later.” She suggested before starting to move further into the crowd. She had only made it a few steps when Korra spotted a man and woman making a beeline for her. The man was several centimeters taller than her and his shoulders were broad, but he was hardly what one would call muscular. His hair was still black, but beginning to fade and he sported a neatly trimmed mustache above his lip in addition to a pair of round glasses. The woman was about the same height as Korra, but that was where the similarities ended. Makeup was something Korra was still figuring out, but just looking at this woman was educational in how not to apply it. Her lips looked like they had been stained with blood and the area above each of her eyes was a garish block of blue paint. “Korra, was it? Allow me to introduce myself. I'm one of your future colleagues on the council, once you're officially confirmed that is, Councilman Raiko,” He turned partly and gestured towards the woman at his side “,and this is my wife, Buttercup.” Buttercup’s scarlet lips parted to reveal a pair of teeth that were thankfully white. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Korra. I hope you’ve enjoyed Republic City so far.” “Nice to meet you both.” Korra replied while doing her best not to stare at Buttercup's makeup, instead looking at Raiko. “You're on the council? Just how many members are there if I might ask?” “Well right now there's just three of us. The other two would be Hiroshi Sato, whom I'm sure you've already met since you're engaged to his daughter and Zhu Li Moon. If the other nations accept our offer then that will bring it up to eight.” Korra drummed her fingers against her glass as she counted it off in her head. Three from the United Republic. One from the Air Nation, Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation made six and one from the Southern and Northern Water Tribe made eight. “How did you choose who would represent the United Republic on the council?” “Well, Hiroshi has been the driving force behind our formation so he was an obvious choice. I was the leader of the group that drafted our legal system and Zhu Li has a reputation for being extremely competent, highly intelligent and being able to get things done. I last saw her,” Raiko turned to look over his shoulder. “over there.” He raised one finger to point her out. The woman in question was the very definition of nondescript. Her mousy brown hair was bound up in a bun and the color of her eyes was identical to her hair. Zhu Li was wearing an unadorned black dress and her face was as plain as could be. Her expression was blank and her clothing simple, but a single glance at the eyes behind her thin glasses was enough to let Korra know the rest was a facade. Zhu Li might look plain, but only because she didn't care about her physical appearance. She had more important things to do. “Intelligent, competent and gets things done?” Korra mused as she eyed the third member of the council. “Sounds like the kind of woman I want to know. It was good to meet you, Councilman Raiko.” Korra and Asami had only taken a step in Zhu Li’s direction when the voice of the woman from earlier cut through the crowd’s conversation a second time. “Presenting Unalaq, Chief of the Northern Water Tribe.” The crowd turned towards the entrance. A tall man with a gaunt, almost skeletal, face and sunken brown eyes was standing there. Unalaq was wearing a blue and white robe not dissimilar to the clothing Korra’s tribe had worn, but it was made of a soft and smooth fur and sewn by someone far more adept at the art than Korra was. Or anyone else in her tribe for that matter. Unalaq moved forward into the room, his eyes sweeping over the crowd. They remained silent for longer than they had been during Korra’s entrance then, bit by bit, the conversation picked back up. Several seconds later Hiroshi Sato slipped through the doors and joined the waiting crowd, his path different from that of Unalaq. Asami's fingers clenched tighter on Korra's elbow, almost painfully so, before relaxing. It was only for a split-second, but it and the anger radiating off her was enough for Korra to realize what had just happened. Asami’s plan had been to make people wait for Korra so that it would cause a stir when she finally showed up. Her father must have predicted Asami’s plan because he had done the exact same thing, but waited to ensure that his guest, a member of the other Water Tribe no less, would be the last to arrive. Korra turned her head to the side towards her fiancée. “Are you alright?” The smile on Asami’s face never wavered as she took a large swig from her glass for the first time since Wonyong had handed it to her. “I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about me. I'm going to go see how long until dinner is ready.” Asami pulled her hand away and strode off. Korra watched her walk away for a few seconds before eyeing the crowd around her. Her primary goal in coming to Republic City had been in the hopes of securing help for her people. There might be more opportunities among the attendees here, but the most likely of them had just walked through the door. They might have been cut off from each other for the better part of two centuries, but who was more likely to help than the other tribe of waterbenders? Unalaq turned as she approached and his gaze flicked downwards for an instant before he spoke. “An interesting choice of apparel. I was expecting to see you wearing the clothes of our people though perhaps I shouldn't have. If you’re seeking aid from the people of this city then dressing like one of them may be a wise strategy, Korra.” By now she was getting used to people recognizing her on sight, but it still didn’t bring her any more comfort now than it had the first time. Said recognition meant the other person had read that stupid article. “I didn’t bring any outfits good enough for an event like this so I borrowed one.” Korra said with a shrug. “That said, I was more interested in getting help from the Northern Water Tribe and you’re their chief so...” Unalaq’s eyes flicked towards the glass she was holding before raising his hand towards one of the attendants. The man came over and the chief took a glass for himself and sipped from it. “Another wise decision and it’s certainly something we can talk about. I have a question I’d like to ask you first. Have you ever met a man by the name of Tonraq?” “Tonraq? How do you know my father’s name?” Korra blurted out as she looked upwards at a man whose name she had never heard, let alone met before today. “Because Tonraq is my brother which makes you my niece it seems.” Korra’s fingers slackened on her glass and it nearly slipped from her fingers before she caught it by the bowl. If what Unalaq was saying was true then… “He’s your what? I don’t believe you. Prove it.” “If you insist. My brother was always muscular, even as a boy, and he was very solidly built as a man. His hair is the same color as yours and he stood about this high the last time I saw him though that was a long time ago.” Unalaq swung his hand horizontally in the air a few centimeters above his own head. The height was correct, but Korra wasn’t about to yield the point just yet. “What color are his eyes? Green or Brown?” “Neither. Tonraq’s eyes are blue. Do you have any more trick questions you’d like to ask?” Korra blinked, several times, as she stared at Unalaq. It was possible that Unalaq was just guessing about the hair color, but his own was quite similar to Korra's and her fathers. He also was sporting the same sort of tubes and front locks of hair as Korra, albeit smaller in size. The rest of it though, her father's height, his size, correctly picking the color of his eyes despite Korra's attempt to deceive him. That was no accident. Unalaq's words had an unmistakable, if troubling, ring of truth to them and they invited an obvious question. “I don't understand. If you're from the North then how did my father end up living in the South?” “About thirty years ago the Northern Water Tribe had an unexpected guest. A woman named Katara. Somehow she managed to sneak through the Fire Nation’s blockade of the south and crossed the ocean all on her own until she reached the North Pole. It took her a few days, but Katara gained a meeting with our chief. She told us that the Southern Water Tribe was in dire straits and pleaded with us for help. Supplies, weapons, healers, warriors. Anything that could be spared.” Unalaq paused there as he looked down into his glass, a look of guilt and disquiet appearing on his face. “My father refused her. He said he wished that he was able to help, but the North had been struggling against the Fire Nation as well and that we didn't have any available resources. Tonraq was furious. He called us cowards and swore that he was willing to help even if we weren't. He left with Katara later that same day and I haven't seen him since.” Korra raised her glass to her lips and took a large swig, no longer worried about what this drink was. As she lowered her glass Korra's eyes flicked towards the rest of the crowd. There were still plenty of people to meet and dinner hadn't been served either. Even so Korra had a sneaking suspicion that none of them would be as consequential or revealing as the avalanche that had just been dropped on her. She had an uncle. From the other Water Tribe. And so was her father.

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Chapter 28 - Chapter 28

A single drumbeat, low and deep, rumbled through the arctic air, over fields of ice and below a dark sky full of stars. The discordant boom reverberated off the hills before fading away into nothing and a minute later a second rumble followed right on cue. The drum had been sounding for the last hour, every minute marked by a single note. An announcement of the Fire Nation's arrival. A declaration of their intent. An attempt to weaken their resolve and to awaken dread in their hearts. A promise of violence and slaughter. A frightened whimper broke the silence once the drumbeat faded and Korra shifted her grip on her spear as she looked to her left. She could just make out a silhouette at the distance, but she already knew who it was. Araka, a boy of fourteen, was shaking as he sat on the ground, facing away from the ridge. Spear in hand, club and long dagger hanging from his belt and his face covered in the same shades of paint as hers. Korra crawled backwards down the small ridge they were hiding behind then sideways towards him. He jumped when her hand settled on his shoulder and his spear slipped from his slackened fingers. “Easy there, Araka.” She murmured to try and put him at ease. “This is your first battle, right?” “Yes.” Araka mumbled. At this distance it was easy to see how wide his eyes were and the fear written over his face despite their breaths fogging the air between them. “You don't look scared. Why aren't you afraid?” “I am afraid, Araka.” Korra admitted. “I'm afraid every time I go into battle. So are the rest of our soldiers, but that doesn't mean they aren't brave. Courage isn't the absence of fear, it's being able to do their job despite being scared. Right now our job is to defend this ridge. If they get past us then our village will be in danger. You have a little sister, right? Well, that's why you're out here. To protect her from them.” Korra pointed with her spear towards the darkness on the other side of the ridge. “If you let your fear control you, then you won't be able to protect her. But if you control your fear and help us hold this ridge then you will.” The fear in Araka's eyes faded, but didn't leave entirely. It was still there, lurking in the background, but a grim determination had pushed to the forefront and his jaw ceased its quivering. He turned around and took his spot against the ridge like the rest of them were. Fourteen still, but the boy in him had passed and a man remained in its place. Assuming he survived this day. Korra moved back to her spot and climbed back up to the top. It had been more than a minute since the last drumbeat and now there was nothing but silence. In the distance she saw a flickering sphere of orange light appear on the horizon, then ten and then a hundred to its left and right. They lifted up into the air, climbing higher and higher and growing ever larger before beginning to descend towards them. It had begun. “So is that where the dream ended?” Korra’s hands remained clasped as she looked up from the floor at the woman sitting on the other side of the coffee table. Her therapist, Ralla. “No, it kept going, but I don't want to talk about the rest of it today. Just dreaming about it is bad enough.” Flashes of flame lighting up the dark, a blizzard of flying ice, blades striking blades, arrows falling from the sky. The wounded screaming in agony as blood froze on the ice. Korra shuddered and she closed her eyes as she forced the images out of her head. Ralla nodded in understanding. “I think I can guess. Tell me, was Araka significant to you in some way? Dreaming of battles is not uncommon, but this particular dream began before the battle itself. Did Araka die in that battle?” Korra shook her head. “No, he survived, but he was wounded in the battle. An arrow got him in the shoulder. It went deep enough to damage some of his nerves and he couldn’t lift one arm above his head. We were able to heal him, but it took three months” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Ralla remarked, seeming a bit put off by the venom in Korra’s voice. “Wouldn’t him taking the time to heal be a good thing? ” “It meant he got to spend three months recovering while I was out risking my life. He never went on any of the hunts or fought in a single battle during those three months. Araka just got to hide in the village.” Korra resentfully growled, an old sore spot floating back up to the surface. Ralla didn’t respond right away. Instead she drummed her fingers on her thigh as she considered the crackling fireplace. After a minute she stirred and gave Korra a piercing glance. “Are you sure that’s it? I don't know how many battles you fought in, but you must have known other people who were wounded. Did you feel the same way towards them as you did towards Araka?” Korra's shoulders slumped as she looked away from Ralla. “No, I didn't. He was the only one I was angry at...” Her brow furrowed as she sat there in thought. Since coming to Republic City the only people from her tribe that she had thought about were her parents. Everyone else had just bunched together under the labl eof Southern Water Tribe. That included the band of fighters she had been in charge of. Older men who had been fighting for a decade if not longer. At least until that particular battle she had been dreaming of. They had been short on that occasion and had needed someone to fill in and an untested youth had been the replacement. It wasn't until today and this dream of hers that anyone else's name had come to mind. Araka. Korra sighed and shook her head as a realization dawned on her, years after the fact and her voice quavered as she spoke. “I wasn’t angry at him for getting hurt. I was angry that I couldn't protect him, that he had to fight in the battle at all. He shouldn't have been there! None of us should have been there!” Her voice hardened and Korra rose from her seat, pacing towards the window then turning around as she glared in Ralla’s direction, as if the therapist was somehow responsible for the war. “He had only seen fourteen summers. I had only seen sixteen and we were fighting for our lives because Azula wanted to kill us. Everything that happened to him, to me, all of it was her fault!” Ralla scooted forward to the edge of her seat and placed her hands on the chair's arms like she was getting ready to stand up. “It's understandable how one could come to that conclusion, but it's not an opinion I would encourage. Pointing the finger at something or someone and saying 'everything that happened to me is because of X' isn't a healthy attitude. It may even be true, but that mentality leads to fostering hate and bitterness while making it impossible to move forward because you're letting the past control you.” Korra stalked forward and slammed her hands down onto the of top her armchair's backrest. Her fingers dug into it as she scowled at Ralla, anger flashing in her eyes. “So what are you saying? That I have to forget everything that happened to me? I couldn't do that even if I wanted to because of these damn nightmares!” Ralla shook her head. “No.” She stated in a firm, resolute voice. “I would never suggest you to forget what happened or pretend your traumatic experiences that it didn't. What I am suggesting is that you work on accepting what you went through and confronting the way it makes you feel.” Korra grimaced and she walked back around the chair before sitting down. “That's easier said than done. There was a lot of it and right now... I guess the biggest thing is how angry it makes me and how hard it is to keep from lashing out at anyone around me.” “Well, in that case I would say continue to exercise and use the punching bag as needed. Another thing worth trying is meditation. It may not work for you, but some of my clients have told me it helps.” “Do you think that will help when I have a flashback?” Korra tentatively ventured. “I don't have any way of dealing with that, but then again I never experienced that before coming to Republic City. We don't have thunderstorms in the South Pole.” “It might, but I can't really say for certain, Korra. We haven't discussed that yet beyond the fact you had one. I can make another suggestion, however.” Ralla twisted to one side as she grabbed the shoulder-bag that she had brought with her to the session. She unbuttoned a flap on the side and pulled out a silvery metal container with a screw-on lid. “There is a technique known as grounding that helps people with soldiers heart when they have flashbacks or begin to disassociate. My preferred method is using the five senses to focus on one's surroundings in some way. Listening to the radio, the smell of a flower, looking at a painting, eating a particularly strong tasting food or how something feels to the touch are all common choices.” She held the flask out to Korra and she took it with a curious glance at the object. “What am I supposed to do with this?” “The idea that occurred to me is utilizing your waterbending. Doing so requires you to mentally focus and perform a specific movement. You could fill this with water, keep it on your person, then bend the water out and turn it to ice which you can hold in your hand. Obviously there's a chance it might not work and you'd have to try something else, but I thought this would be particularly fitting considering your background.” Korra unscrewed the lid and peered into the narrow spout. It was currently empty, but she could change that easily enough and bending water out of it would be a trivial task for her. The rest of Ralla’s suggestion might have merit, however. Holding a chunk of ice in her hand might be able to help keep her from reliving that day. She would need a thunderstorm to test that out though which meant waiting and listening to the weather forecasts on the radio for the next one. At least she had something to read in the meantime. That book Asami had given her.

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Chapter 31 - Chapter 31

Authors Note: Content warning - violence towards a child. I tried to keep it as tasteful/non-descriptive as possible, but that doesn't change the nature of this chapter. Read at your own risk. "Good morning, Miss Sato." Paran said, as he wheeled a breakfast cart into her room. He pushed it up to her dining table and began moving its contents to the table. "Today we have ramen, bacon, eggs and some jasmine tea for you." "What kind of ramen?" Asami asked, as she dragged a wooden comb through her wet hair. "Pork ramen, Miss Sato, with a soft boiled egg, green onions, shiitake mushrooms, toasted sesame seeds and spiced with garlic and ginger.” Asami set her comb down on the vanity while glancing at her reflection in the mirror. At the moment she was still wearing a white bathrobe and her face freshly scrubbed clean. 'I'm not going anywhere today, so I think I'll skip putting on any makeup. Not sure what I want to wear though...' Her stomach growled and Asami double checked the lapels of her robe to make sure she was decent before rising from her chair. “That sounds delicious, Paran. Have you checked the paper yet?” “Very briefly, Miss Sato. I was only able to check the headlines, but I would wager there's something in the sports section that will interest you.” Asami rose from her chair and turned around as she headed for the table. It was easy to guess what that something was, but she was still curious to see what had been written. She lifted the newspaper and flipped through the pages until coming to the section she was looking for. Plastered across the top in large blocky letters was a short headline. ‘Opening Day Mayhem!’ Beneath it was a black and white photo of Korra, extending from one side of the paper to the other. She was leaning over the wrecked car, a globule of water surrounding one hand as she attended to Ming's injury. Beneath the photo was the article itself. 'Spectators and listeners alike were hoping for an exciting race to kick off this year's premier racing circuit, but were sorely disappointed. A violent crash in the second lap left Ming short one wheel and sent Mako spinning into a crash barrier. Unfortunately the crash also damaged the track surface and it was deemed too hazardous for the race to continue by the grand marshal. Despite the cancellation members of the crowd were treated to a show they hadn't expected. Future council member Korra was in attendance and able to respond to the crash before the emergency response team. I spoke to Ming afterwards and he informed yours truly that he had suffered a concussion. One severe enough that it likely would have disqualified him for several more races had Korra not used her waterbending to heal him. I think I speak for everyone in the sporting world, fans and athletes alike, when I express my gratitude to Korra for her actions yesterday. Furthermore I’ll go a step further and say that this accident shows what Republic City stands to gain as our relationships with the Water Tribes grow stronger. ’ Asami set the paper down, a smile playing across her lips. This wasn’t the first time Chazok had written about Korra. Last time his article had been less than complimentary, but the praise here was as glowing a review as one could expect in a sports article and from this particular journalist no less. She picked up her chopsticks and grabbed some of the noodles with it. “I think you were lucky with the weather, Miss Sato.” Paran stated as he began to open the curtains covering the windows. “Why is that?” Asami asked after she finished slurping the noodles down. “It was nice and sunny for the race yesterday, but the weather shifted quickly overnight. The meteorologist predicted rain, but looks like we're in for a thunderstorm.” Asami's head snapped to the side as she looked towards the windows. Heavy gray clouds lent the air a dim pallor and the trees were swaying in a rising wind. Droplets of water began to spatter against the glass panes, a handful at first, but quickly grew in number and rivulets began to stream downwards. In the distance a portion of the clouds seemed to grow transparent for an instant as something flashed within its depths. Seconds later and a rumble filled the room. Asami’s chopsticks clattered to the table and she was out of her chair and out the door. Her feet hammered against the carpet as she sprinted through the hallway, her lack of a proper outfit or footwear be damned. When she reached her destination, Asami flung the door open without bothering to knock first and rushed inside. All of the lamps in the room had been switched off and the only light in the room came from the far wall. The curtains on every window in the room had been flung wide open, leaving nothing to obscure what lay beyond the mansion. Korra herself was silhouetted against a haze of light inadequate for the task of lighting her bedroom. Her hands hung at her sides and in one of them was a translucent sphere. Asami closed the door behind her and began to walk forward, each step light and slow, the memory of Korra’s reaction to the last thunderstorm replaying itself in her mind. As Asami approached a faint sound reached her ears, growing louder and louder until she could make out what Korra was mumbling. “I'm not going back. I'm not going back. I'm not going back.” Once Asami drew parallel she stopped to try and gauge the other woman's reaction. Korra was standing completely still, her eyes wide and unblinking, as she stared outwards into storm as it vented its mounting fury with rumbles and flashes of light. The only thing setting her apart from a figure of wax, sculpted and painted to resemble a real person, was the diminutive twitching of her lips as she continued to mumble. “I'm not going back. I'm not going back. I'm not going back.” Asami reached upwards, intent on seizing the curtains so as to draw them shut and block out any future flashes of light. Her fingers grasped the fabric and Korra stirred at once, raising a hand of her own to seize Asami's wrist. “Don't.” “Why not?” Asami asked as she threw a glance towards the thunderstorm, not understanding what was happening here. “I need to see it, Asami. I can't hide from thunderstorms my whole life.” Asami's hand fell to her side and she took a step back while looking apprehensively at the window. “All right, Korra. I'll be here if you need me.” Once again the sky lit up and the flash bathed Korra's bedroom in a bright glare for the span of a heartbeat and Korra flinched as if she had physically been struck. Asami moved to stand behind Korra and loosely wrapped her arms around the other woman's waist in hopes of lending some strength to her. At the same moment, her heart grew heavier and the frustration of not being able to do anything else to help gnawed at her stomach. The rain striking the window had grown and spread until it was blurring the world on the other side of those panes, but that did nothing to blot out another burst of lightning. Korra began to tremble violently and she raised the sphere up higher and squeezed it with both hands. A minute later a streak of light that undulated as it plunged towards the earth flickered and the sphere disintegrated into rivulets slipping through the cracks of her fingers. Korra turned and buried her face against Asami's shoulder while grabbing onto the lapels of her bathrobe. “I can't look anymore. It's too much. Close the blinds, Asami.” Asami reluctantly disentangled herself from Korra's grasp and she grabbed the curtains at hand, slamming the heavy black fabric shut before doing the same with the other two windows adjacent to it. When Asami turned back around Korra was hugging her knees to her chest as she sat facing away from the window. Asami walked over to the waterbender's side and lowered herself to the floor. “Are you alright, Korra?” “No, not really...” Korra answered with a frustrated shake of the head. “I thought I could handle it, but I was wrong. I gave it everything I had and I didn't even last five minutes. I should be able to do better than that.” She settled one of her arms on Korra's shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. “Don't be so hard on yourself, Korra. Soldier's heart isn't easy to deal with, but the most important thing is being willing to try and it's not like you did badly. You handled this storm a lot better than the last one.” Asami pointed out. “I suppose... but I still have a long way to go.” Korra muttered after sighing heavily. She stared at the wall for a long moment before leaning into Asami. “So I have an appointment with Ralla tomorrow and I'd like it if you came. There's something I want to talk about, but I don't think I can do it without you there to support me.” 'Go to one of her therapy sessions? Can't say I expected to hear that today, but if she wants me to be there then I will.' The next day Ralla arrived to the sitting room to find Korra and Asami already present. Asami was seated in one of the club chairs while Korra was walking across the room, stopping just short of one wall before whirling and heading back towards the other. “I must admit I didn't expect to see you, Miss Sato. I assume her being here is your doing, Korra?” “It is, yes.” Korra answered. “This isn’t going to be an easy session for me and I’m going to talk about some things that Asami needs to hear so I asked her to come.” “Well then, perhaps we should get right to it then.” Ralla said as she took a seat opposite Asami. “Unpleasant topics have a way of growing more potent the longer they linger in the mind so let us excise them as best we can.” “Oh, uhhh, well… I don’t really know where to start.” Korra said as she sat down in the chair next to her fiancée. “At the beginning?” Asami suggested though she had no idea what that might be in this particular case. “I guess that makes sense…” Korra said after a long pause, as if that hadn’t occurred to her. “In the south benders begin their training when they’re six. They learn the basics of being able to control water, then spend the next four years learning how to heal. Once the bender turns ten, they start learning to fight and they get put to work in the clinics when needed. We couldn't afford to take any of the older benders off the front-lines, so healing the wounded fell to all the ten to sixteen year olds." Asami shivered as Korra spoke. 'When I was ten, I was studying differential equation integration and she was learning what war does to people... every time I think I know how bad things were for her people Korra says something that makes it even worse and I know there's still more coming...' "My first year as a healer wasn't too bad. We would get attacked once a week, sometimes two, but it was nothing we couldn't handle. A couple of months after I reached my eleventh summer something changed. I don't know what or why, but the raids escalated and we were getting attacked every single day, sometimes more than once per day." Korra's voice trailed off and she reached towards Asami, her fingers curling and uncurling until Asami took her hand. After several seconds the waterbender began to speak again, her voice softer than before. "It was early in the morning and I was by myself in the clinic getting things ready for the wounded that I knew would be coming. Bandages, balms, water bags, those sort of things. I was almost done when I heard a commotion outside, metal hitting metal then a scream. I grabbed a knife and hid beneath the nearest table." Her hand began to shake and Asami gave it a squeeze before she continued talking in a monotone voice. "My line of sight was blocked, but I could see black metal boots coming inside. I put the knife in one of my pockets and started to crawl towards the door beneath the tables when my ankle got grabbed and I was dragged out into the open. Above me was a red and white skull with black eyes and blue strands all around him. The soldier pointed his fingers at me... and... pain. I don't know what happened after that, but the next thing I remember is waking up on one of the tables in a different set of furs. The soldier was gone and so was the knife, but my father was there. After that I stopped working in the clinic and spent all my time training how to fight. A year later and I fought in my first battle... but it wasn't really my first was it?” 'Hiding under a table. That's what she did that day with the thunderstorm. She crawled under the table just like she did when she was a girl And I touched her ankle just like that raider did. Now I know why she screamed. She wasn't seeing me. She was seeing the man who hurt her... Oh, Korra... I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry...' Tears streamed down Korra's cheeks as she stared into her lap and her grasp on Asami's fingers grew tighter. “That was the first time I killed someone. There's no other way I could have survived that encounter. Ever since then I've hated lightning. Lightning benders don't affect me in the same way, because I know I can kill them. But lightning in the sky? I can't fight the weather and seeing it sends me back to that day...” For the second time in as many days Asami found herself at a loss. Yesterday the only idea to help Korra had been to shut the blinds and that had been initially rejected. Today she found herself even further behind. Korra's description of the event at the center of her trauma had been stark, almost clinical in nature. There had barely been any mention of the agony she had experienced and no mention of the terror she must have felt at that moment and in all the years since, not to mention the rage she struggled to control. Listening to Korra speak had been horrifying beyond measure and the sort of thing she had no idea how to respond to. Asami looked towards Ralla in a mute appeal for help from the woman she had hired for this purpose. “I might be stating the obvious, but I'll say it anyways. That couldn't have been easy for you to talk about, Korra. Being able to identify the source of your trauma is an important step in the healing process. It's not the last one, however. I recommend you think back on your life since the incident and try to identify the ways it's impacted your life, as well as the lives of the people around you. Once you've done that then we can schedule another session to discuss how you might want to respond to that impact.” 'She's already started, though. Her apology to Mako was exactly the kind of thing Ralla's talking about. Thing is that she’s lived almost all of her life in the south pole and the people most impacted would be members of her tribe since they’ve been around her far longer than me or anyone else from Republic City. But it might not be too long before she sees them again if the morning report I got today was any indicator.' Of course that depended on whether Korra wanted to go or not.

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Chapter 25 - Chapter 25

Asami drummed her fingers against the frame of the vehicle as she stared into its trunk. On a normal day Asami would be driving her convertible, but that particular vehicle was a poor choice for this particular excursion. It had been designed for driving on the concrete paths of Republic City and was ill-suited for any other kind of surface. Just as importantly it lacked the storage space necessary for this trip. The jeep in front of her, on the other hand, was designed for handling rougher terrain and it easily contained all the cloth bundles and square or rectangular containers in front of her. She raised her other hand and pointed at each item in turn as she ran through the checklist of things they would need. 'Tent, tent poles, stakes, tarps, food coolers, stuff to start a fire, stuff to put out a fire, my spare clothes, first aid kit just in case, lamps, spare batteries canteens, cooking gear, mosquito repellent, tick repellent, animal repellent, sleeping bags, pillows, blankets, toiletries. Now all I need is Korra’s stuff and Korra herself.' As if on cue, the waterbender appeared at that moment, a backpack slung over her shoulder. “Back to those?” Asami asked in surprise as she looked at Korra. The waterbender had ditched the clothes from Liying's shop, instead opting for the hides and leathers, armbands included, that she had been wearing when they first met. Asami was wearing her favorite outfit, a red and black jacket though she had opted for trousers instead of a skirt. Ticks would be waiting out there. “Yep. You said it might get chilly out there and this is the warmest outfit I have. Think I should go get my parka?” “No, I don't think so. The forecast said it won't get that cold, but I have a spare jacket in case you end up needing it. Are you ready to go?” “Got all my clothes and some books in here.” Korra pointed her thumb at the backpack she was wearing. “So are we going anywhere in particular that I should know about or are we just heading out into the wild?” “A little of both. There's a particular area we're going to, but it's out in the middle of nowhere on the other side of the mountains. I'll explain why after we get there. Did you want to get one of your books out to read before we go? This trip is going to take a couple of hours.” “Sure.” Korra replied as she swung the pack off her shoulder and unzipped one of the pockets. She pulled a novel out, zipped it back up then tossed it on top of the pile. “What about you? Won't you be bored driving for two hours? I can read out loud if you want.” Korra offered. Asami paused as she opened her door and glanced across the car's roof at Korra. “Sure. That'd be nice. Thank you, Korra. It'll make this trip go a lot faster. I should have installed a radio in this car, but I use it so rarely that it’s never been very high on my list of things to do.” She waited until Korra had fastened her seatbelt and begun to read, before the car backed out of the garage and headed towards the exit to the estate. Two hours later they had winded their way past the southern edge of the mountain range,turned north until the paved road had dwindled into a dirt trail and in time even that had vanished. Their destination was near the base of a mountain, in a grassy field dominated by pieces of the mountain that had broken off and tumbled their way here. Most were no larger than a person's head, but a few dwarfed their jeep and had rested long enough to be covered in lichen. At one end of the field, close to where they had parked, was a creek descending somewhere higher up on the mountain. Asami opened the trunk and pulled out a cloth tube nearly as tall as she was and hoisted it onto her shoulder before retrieving a thin black sheet of glossy material with her other hand. “Would you mind grabbing the poles, Korra?” She pointed at a second, thinner bundle with her chin. Korra grabbed the cloth bag in question and glanced at it then the larger bag in Asami's arms. “I've never set up a tent before, just torn them down. This will be an interesting change of pace. How do we do this?” Asami walked over to a flat and clear patch of ground before setting the tube to the side and unfolded the tarp out on the ground before speaking. “It's not complicated, but it can be a little tricky if the poles decide they don't want to cooperate. First thing is I'll get these laid out while you unpack the poles.” Asami went back to the bag and pulled on its drawstring before tugging a rolled up tube of fabric out, but not without having to put her foot on the closed end of the bag. She set it on a corner of the black sheet and began to unfold then unroll the green tent until it was spread out over the tarp. At the same time Korra pulled out a few different sets of thin metal tubes connected together by a cord running through each of them. She contemplated them for a second before inserting one end of a tube into the metal connector adjacent to it then repeating the act until it formed a single long and skinny pole. “So what am I supposed to do with this now?” Korra asked as she started to put the next pole together. “There's loops on the outside of the tent there, there and there and one over here.” Asami pointed at rows of cloth loops running across the top of the collapsed tent. “You just slide the pole through the loops like this then hammer one of the stakes into the ground to keep it in place.” She glanced upwards towards the sky. “Let's hurry, it won't be long before the sun dips below the mountain and it'll get dark here real fast. Let's get as much done before then as we can.” Thirty minutes later and only a sliver of the sun could still be seen above the mountain peak and even that was fading fast. Dusk had settled upon them in short order and the air had begun to cool. Their tent had been raised into the shape of a dome and their sleeping gear laid out in it. Additionally, Asami had lined the perimeter with pellets to repel any wild fauna that might consider the two of them a potential meal for the taking. Finally Korra had, at Asami’s direction, collected stones, arranged them into a ring and placed some of the logs Asami had brought along in the center of said ring. Next to the ring went a pair of folding chairs and one of the coolers containing their food. Asami rummaged through the back of the trunk before she found the boxes of matches she had brought. “Can you help me find some tinder or kindling, Korra? Leaves, twigs, dead grass, small branches, just make sure it’s dry.” After the two of them had collected enough Asami piled them at the bottom of her logs and struck one of the matches. She lowered it into the kindling and a tiny flame sprouted from it, quickly growing larger and larger until it began to lap at the wood up above. The logs began to smoke and soon the flame spread into them, lending a warm glow to the dark that was growing around them. Asami glanced to her right only to see a look of disquiet on Korra's face as she watched the fire burn. “Are you okay, Korra?” She asked, a mounting concern beginning to rise in her chest. “I”m fine... just feels strange to watch wood burn. I know it's not rare in my head, but twenty years of thinking it's a precious resource doesn't go away overnight.” She gave Asami a smile meant to be reassuring. “I'll manage. So, what now?” Asami popped open the cooler and pulled out a couple of bags, one full of skinny wheat buns and the other full of hot dogs. “Now we eat dinner. Here's your skewer.” She handed a skinny metal rod with a sharp point on the end to Korra. “What am I supposed to do with this?” Asami opened the bag of hot dogs to pull one out and skewered the pink piece of meat all the way through from one end to the other. “Like that. Then you hold it above the fire.” She dangled the business end of her skewer over the flames as she spoke. “Just remember to slowly rotate it so it cooks all the way through.” A few seconds later Korra had skewered her own hot dog and positioned it above the fire as well. After a minute of rotating her skewer she glanced sidelong at Asami. “How do I know when it's done?” “The color mainly. The longer you cook it the darker it'll get. Some people like a bit of black, others prefer to keep it on the reddish side. A good rule of thumb for knowing when it's ready is that the hot dog will start to get puffy like mine is right now.” Asami grabbed one of the buns and used it to slide her blistered hot dog off of the skewer. “Next part is deciding what condiments to put it. I don't have any idea what you'd prefer so I brought a few. Mustard, relish, ketchup, mayo. I'd suggest trying each and seeing which ones you like or which ones you don't.” “Which one do you like?” Korra asked as she pulled her hotdog away from the flames to check it. “Mustard.” Asami said as she spread some of the yellow substance in question onto both sides of her bun with a butter knife. “Well I’ll start with that one then. You always have good taste.” Korra said as she got a bun of her own. Asami handed her the jar of mustard and knife before taking her first bite, an act soon mirrored by Korra. The waterbenders eyes widened and she was quick to chew and swallow. “Oh! This is great! I really like how it's crispy on the outside, but juicy in the middle. The mustard gives it a nice kick too.” Asami smiled softly at the unabashed glee on Korra's face as she continued to eat. Hot dogs roasted over a fire was as simple a meal as it got, but it was still more than enough to get Korra excited. After Korra had finished off three more dogs, each with a different condiment, Asami retrieved a couple of cardboard boxes and another bag from the cooler. “So what was your favorite condiment?” “I liked the ketchup best.” Korra decided after a moment. “I didn't care for the relish or the mayo. The mustard was a close second though.” “Ketchup, huh? I think that's the most popular choice.” Asami remarked as she opened the bag up and pulled out a round white cylinder. “Okay, so here's something I know you definitely haven't tried yet. These are marshmallows.” She held the bag out to Korra to get a marshmallow then Asami stuck her marshmallow onto the end of her skewer. Asami grabbed a pair of plates, handed one to Korra, then opened the other two boxes. One contained bars of chocolate and the other stiff brown crackers. She cracked some of the bars and crackers into pieces, the crackers larger than the chocolate. “It's like making a sandwich basically. The crackers are the bread and the chocolate and marshmallow go inside. But first-” Asami swung her skewer out above the campfire much like she had been doing earlier. “-we cook the marshmallow.” Korra did a double-take before she imitated Asami, but with her skewer much closer to the logs. Its surface began to turn black as it charred and seconds later it burst into flames. A panicked Korra jumped out of her chair and she began to violently shake the skewer to try and put out the fire and the flaming marshmallow flew off and into the fire. “Ah crap, I messed that up.” She muttered after sitting back down. “No worries, we have plenty of marshmallows.” Asami pulled her skewer back and held it up so she could inspect her handiwork. The white surface of the marshmallow had turned a golden brown and the inside was gooey even if she couldn't see it. She placed her chocolate chunk onto one of the graham crackers before using the other cracker to squish her marshmallow on top of that and sliding her skewer out. “And that's how you make s'mores.” “S'mores? That's a weird name.” Korra commented as she fetched herself another marshmallow from the bag between them and skewered it. This time she kept the marshmallow up higher and before long it had shifted from white to golden. Another moment passed as Korra arranged her pieces and took a large bite. “Yum! Yum, yum, yum.” She exclaimed once she had swallowed the concoction down. “It's crunchy and gooey at the same time and of course it has the most important thing in it. Chocolate. Is this something you came up with, Asami?” Asami laughed and shook her head. “No, s'mores are a super common camping treat. I don't know who came up with it, but they've been around for a long time. I'm glad you like them though. It's not a proper camping trip if you don't make s'mores.” After that both women fell silent and the only sound was the crackling of the fire and the rustling of their chairs as they continued to make and eat s'mores. Once she had finished Korra stretched her arms up into the air. “Well that was tasty. Any other treats you plan on surprising me with, Asami?” “Surprise, yes. Treat, no.” Asami said as she began to put their foodstuffs away in the cooler then picking it up. “Would you mind putting the fire out?” As Korra booked it towards the creek Asami made her way to the jeep and retrieved another blanket from the trunk after putting the cooler away. When Korra returned there was a mass of water floating above one outstretched hand. She flicked her fingers towards the fire and part of the mass bulged outwards into a tendril that plunged against the logs. The flames flickered then vanished as the water continued to spread through the fire, dousing all the pieces of charcoal and dredging up dirt to mix with the ashes as well. Once she was done, Korra turned on the spot as she peered into the darkness, her eyes not yet adjusted to the lack of light now that the fire was out. “Where are you, Asami?” “I'm over here. Follow my voice.” Asami called out. Korra slowly made her way over to the blanket, each step tentative for fear of loose rocks, before looking at her fiancée. “Why are you lying down?” Asami patted the ground next to her and after a second Korra had lain down on her back. “I have something to confess. Do you remember what you said when we were at the fondue place?” Korra shook her head wordlessly. “You told me that you liked looking at the stars, but you couldn't see them in Republic City. I made a mental note about it, but couldn't do anything at that moment. However, when we went to the library I wasn't just doing research on how metals behave in subzero temperatures. I was also doing astronomical research.” “Astronomical? You were looking on stuff on the stars?” “Yep. I wanted to find out if there were any nearby areas without light pollution. One of the librarians was able to point me towards a list of dark zones in the area. It turns out these mountains are tall enough, that they block out the light from Republic City so you get an unpolluted view of the sky. At least we will in a bit once our eyes catch up.” Bit by bit as Asami's pupils dilated, gleaming specks appeared in ever growing numbers above her. The light of far flung stars traveling across the almost incomprehensible distances of space and joining with others to fill the sky with countless lights. She shivered as she gazed up at them, a sudden feeling of awe overwhelming her. Asami extended her hand to the side, brushing against Korra's trousers as she searched for the waterbender's hand. Korra raised her hand up off the ground, taking Asami in hers and interlaced their fingers together. “This is beautiful, Asami... but I don't recognize any of these stars. Is it because I'm in a different part of the world?” “Yep. The northern and southern hemispheres see different stars and have different constellations.” Asami lifted her free hand up into the sky and she pointed at one set of stars. “That one there is the Hunter and over there is the Dragon” Asami added after her finger shifted eastwards from one constellation to the other. “There's a myth that says the two of them fought a battle long ago, but neither could best the other. The battle lasted for decades and it raised up the mountains, turned forests into deserts and carved rivers through the land. Eventually the spirits grew tired of their fighting and flung them into the heavens where they could fight each other for all eternity without harming anyone else.” “Do you think that's true?” Asami shook her head as her hand dropped back to her side. “Not really. It's a romantic story, which I appreciate, but just a story.” “Mmm... tell me another one.” Korra murmured. “I don't actually know any other stories about the constellations.” Asami admitted, suddenly regretting she hadn't studied mythologies more in the past if only for the sake of this moment. “I can point some others out.” Asami raised her hand again and she began to trace out the patterns in the sky. “There's the Hawk. The Serpent is over there. That bright one there is the North Star. Sailors once used it as a reference point to help navigate the sea. Oh, take a look at that red one that's moving. It's one of the other planets though I can't remember its name.” A gust of wind blew its way through the campsite and Korra scooted towards Asami until their sides were almost touching. ‘She’s so close now. Can’t be that she's cold because it feels fine to me, wind or no, and she’s used to way colder temperatures than I am. Should I start the talk now? I don’t want to spoil the mood, but I don’t think I’ll get a better chance. Here goes nothing…’ “Korra, can we address the elephant in the room?” Asami asked, in as gentle a voice as she could muster. “Elephant in the room? What elephant in the room? There's no elephant in the room.” Asami couldn’t make out the features on Korra's face through the blackness, but the newly arrived waver to Korra’s voice was enough of a tell to let Asami know that the waterbender's face had turned red. “I disagree. The elephant's there and it's a pretty big one. Ever since the dinner I feel like we've been dancing around it. Our marriage might be arranged, but I'm starting to wonder if there might actually be something more to it than that. That night after the gala, I said I thought you were amazing and I meant it. You're the most incredible person I've ever met. The thing is that I haven't been able to figure out what your feelings towards me are. You've made it a point to reassure me that we're going to get married, but you haven't gone any further than that. There's been a couple of points where it might have come up, but you've pulled back each time and in one case you straight up ran out of the room.” Asami flushed as the realization that she was starting to ramble set in. “Okay, let me just say it. Do you... like me at all, Korra? As more than just a friend or the other person in a political marriage?” Asami's question was met with silence, interrupted only by the rustle of Korra scooting away and setting her hands on her chest. The seconds slowly ticked by, each accompanied by the sensation of Asami's heart sinking lower and lower. 'Did I read this wrong? It always felt like she was happy to see me and she was very affectionate and warm whenever we were together. She made me pancakes this morning and she was practically cuddling me just now. It's going to be a long night and drive back to Republic City. Maybe I should get her a place in the city after this. Things would be really awkward otherwise...' “Yes.” “What?” Asami's head snapped towards Korra as the silence was finally broken. “The answer to your question is yes. I like you as more than just a friend, Asami. Thing is that I don't think pursuing this would be fair to you.” “What?” Asami exclaimed, her brow furrowing as she turned her head towards Korra. “How could us being in a real relationship be a bad thing? I mean, sure it might not work out, but that's the risk of any relationship. I think we should at least try before giving up on it entirely.” “It wouldn't be fair because you deserve better than me. You saw how I was after the thunderstorm. The next thunderstorm is going to make me freak out and fly into rages where I struggle to control myself. So will the ones after that. I'm going to have more nightmares that make me wake up screaming and have trouble sleeping in general. Having to deal with that isn't something I can ask of anyone.” Korra explained, her voice more than downcast Asami had ever heard it. “I did see. Did you think I just forgot?” Asami demanded as she pushed herself on an elbow and turned towards Korra. “I know about your problems and the truth is that I want to be with you anyways. Soldier's Heart might be something you're struggling with, but it doesn't define you as a person. You're more than that. Much, much more. You're strong, you're beautiful and a wonderful person. I know a relationship won't be easy. There'll be anger and pain and tears ahead, but it's a price I'm willing to pay. I want to be with you.” “Do you really mean that?” “I do. In fact I'm willing to prove it. You once offered your body to me and I turned you down. The reason was that I'm not one for casual sex. It’s my turn to make that same offer now. If you want my body, then you can have it. I'd enjoy sleeping with you because of how I feel about you. If you don’t, then I’m fine with that as well. Either way I’ll be in the tent.” Asami rose up to her feet and stumbled her way across the field, the tent not being visible until she was almost upon it. She removed her boots and dropped them onto a small tarp next to the entrance before padding her way to the electric lamp and switching it on. She grimaced and squeezed her eyes shut, the light-bulb seeming impossibly bright compared to the almost complete darkness outside. Bit by bit she opened them back up, giving her eyes time to adjust. Once they were all the way open Asami glanced towards the tent flap then sighed as she sat down on the thick blanket covering the floor of the tent. For the most part this trip had gone exactly as Asami had planned it. They had arrived with enough time to set the camp up before the sun set, dinner and dessert had been a success and Korra had enjoyed being able to gaze at the stars once again even more. Then her momentum had faltered. Korra had admitted to having feelings for Asami, but was reluctant about entering into a relationship with her. At that point Asami had laid her remaining cards down on the table. Korra would be entering the tent at some point tonight. The question was what would happen after that and all the butterflies in her stomach could do at this point was wait. Several agonizingly long minutes passed before the tent flap rustled and Korra entered. She shielded her face with her hand and stood until she had adjusted to the light as well. Korra's hand dropped and her gaze made its way to Asami. She crossed the distance between them and took a knee. Her hands cupped Asami's cheeks and she leaned in, bringing their lips together. Asami's eyes widened in surprise. Korra was tougher than anyone she had ever met, but those lips were wonderfully soft and the kiss remarkably gentle. Korra pulled her head back, but kept her hands where they were as their eyes remained locked onto each other. “I don't know how this is going to end, but I'm willing to try.” Asami smiled and let out a shaky laugh that was half a sigh of relief as her anxiety melted away. Her gambit had paid off. Their relationship didn't just exist on paper any longer. Korra wanted to be with her for real. She moved her head forward and kissed Korra back. “Well, that answers one question. What about the other?” Korra's fingers curled and their tips slowly trailed their way down her cheeks, along the side of her neck and eventually her palms settled onto the swell of Asami's breasts. “I want to see all of you, Asami, and I want you to see all of me.” Korra breathed in a husky whisper. “I want to hear you moan my name just like I'm going to moan yours.” For a long moment Asami stared dumbly at Korra as her cheeks reddened. Then her hands shot into motion as she grabbed at the topmost clasp of her jacket. Her fingers fumbled as she worked at the clasp, trying to undo it, but without any progress. Korra chuckled and she grabbed a wrist and gently pulled it away. “Allow me. I want you naked as soon as possible.” Asami's hands lowered to her sides and her face continued to grow even redder as Korra's fingers deftly undid the clasps and removed her jacket. The garment fell to the side and the rest of Asami's clothes followed in short order. Asami trembled nervously as she rested her hands on her stomach, her body fully exposed to Korra’s gaze for the very first time. “So here I am. Do you like it?” Korra didn't reply right away, instead letting her gaze wander over pale skin riddled with goosebumps, a pair of perky breasts and the narrow strip of hair between a pair of long shapely legs. “I love it. You are absolutely perfect, Asami. My turn.” The waterbender rose to her feet as she began to disrobe. There were no buttons or zippers, just a few knots. After those had been undone Korra could grab a fistful or two of fabric and remove the article of clothing in seconds. One by one they all came off and were tossed next to the pile of clothing that built up. After that Korra raised her arms above her head as she removed the tubes from her hair and it fell downwards onto her shoulders. “I'd ask if you like what you see, but we already know that you do.” Ever since the first day they had met, stray thoughts about Korra's body had been running through Asami's mind. The size of the woman's muscles, how large her breasts were, the flatness of those abs, whether or not that butt would jiggle if spanked. All of those thoughts vanished from her mind, now that all of them were laid bare and she could see the difference between her daydreaming and the real thing. Korra's breasts were undeniably larger than hers and all those muscles made it seem as if a marble statue had come to life for her sake alone. Last was an unruly thatch of black hair between her legs. As she stared at Korra, a welling of desire began to build in Asami's nether region and her hands twitched, eager to feel what she was looking at. “Get down here, already.” Korra sunk into a crouch before crawling forward on her hands and knees then lying down on top, brown legs resting between white and their chests pressed together. She grabbed the back of Korra's head with one hand and pulled in it for a kiss. Korra's mouth opened wider and her tongue came out to brush its tip against Asami's lips. Asami's lips parted and Korra's tongue took advantage, diving into the other woman's mouth. Their tongues rubbed together for a few seconds before Asami pulled away and began to giggle. Korra's brow furrowed in confusion. “What?” “You taste like hot dogs and s'mores.” Asami managed between further bouts of giggles. “I should have brought some breath mints.” Korra shook her head with a laugh. “We can kiss with tongue some other time then. How about this?” She pressed her lips against Asami's cheekbone and again a few centimeters below it. By the fourth kiss it had become apparent to Asami where that mouth was heading. She shivered as it drew closer and closer to her breast, eagerly anticipating the moment it got to the top. Sparks ran through her and Asami couldn't help but let out a small gasp as that tongue brushed against her nipple. A second came from the opposite direction then back upwards again. As the licks settled into a pattern the bud began to grow more prominent and stiffen under the loving attention paid to it. Asami let a second gasp as Korra opened her lips even wider and sucked the whole peak of Asami's breast into her mouth then released it and went for Asami's other breast. Once the second bud was fully rigid Korra began to go back and forth between them. Wet and slick noises filled the air as she licked and sucked as if she couldn't get enough. “This feels really good...” Asami murmured as she shivered with delight. “I hope you pay as much attention to the rest of me.” “All in due time, Asami. How about you take a turn?” Korra rolled over then sat upright, facing away. Asami licked her lips as she stared, savoring every line and curve of those back muscles. It was a feast she could stare at all day and not get bored, but now there was something even better than looking. Asami sat up and planted her lips against the brown neck, right at the spot where the collarbone began. Korra let her head fall back against a shoulder, exposing even more of her neck in the process, a clear invitation and one she was all too happy to accept. While Asami continued to kiss Korra's neck, her hands drifted as they explored the glorious figure in front of her. The muscles she had been admiring for weeks now felt almost like steel fibers beneath her fingers, strong but with some give when squeezed. It wasn't entirely muscle though, there were plenty of softer regions to savor. The waterbender let out a shaky breath and leaned back harder as hands settled onto her bosom. A satisfied smile crossed Asami's face as she kneaded the pliable flesh with a light touch, the reaction encouraging her to continue. One hand remained in position and the other slid further down along a flat stomach. As it approached her pelvis Korra placed a hand on Asami's wrist to stop it. “I like what you're thinking, but I'd rather you taste how wet you're making me.” Asami started to open her mouth, but wasn't given the chance to speak. Korra pushed herself forward to give herself some space then turned and pushed against Asami's shoulder. Asami gave a mental shrug at skipping the rest of their foreplay and she let herself be moved until her back was flat against the ground. Korra rocked forward until she was on her forearms and knees, then crawled backwards until their face and pelvises were lined up. Asami's mouth went dry as she gazed upwards at glistening folds parted just enough to tantalize what lay inside. At the same time Asami knew she was putting on a similar display and a thrill of excitement ran down her spine, not only at the thought of being admired, but at what was about to happen. She didn't have long to wait as Korra slid her knees backwards until there were mere centimeters between all four sets of lips. She tilted her head up and dragged her tongue from one end of Korra's wet sex to the other then back the other way, trying to get as much of the clear liquid as possible, before swallowing. “You taste delicious.” Asami declared before moving back in for more. At the same time Asami could feel a tongue beginning to brush against her sex. It was in no rush as it painstakingly glided along, millimeter by millimeter, as if trying to memorize all of it. Eventually Korra's efforts brought her to the bottom and her tongue withdrew, much to Asami's dismay. It was short lived, however, as fingers moved in. A thumb pressed against a spot just above Asami's folds and pulled up on the skin. The tongue resumed its licking, but this time it remained focused on one particular area now that it was fully exposed, the clit. An ever growing pleasure emanated outwards, and Asami's head involuntarily dropped to the ground as she shuddered. Her mind was growing foggy and it was becoming increasingly hard to focus on anything but that wondrous tongue licking her. Korra had spoken of sharing her bed with other women in the past and the last coherent thought running through Asami's brain was that it had paid massive dividends if the tongue rendering her paralyzed was any indicator. Her muscles tensed and she let out a loud cry while coming against the face between her legs. “K-korra!” While her orgasm ran its course Asami's legs twitched and she pressed the back of her hand against her mouth. She inhaled sharply several times before catching her breath. Once it returned Asami's attention shifted to the woman still in place on top of her. Those hips began to sway from side to side and sink lower. Asami hungrily stared at the shining parts each hand took hold of a thigh and pulled them closer. Korra had taken such wonderful care of her and now it was time to repay the favor. Her tongue glided up and down once again, but not limiting itself to any particular area. Instead it brushed against the puffy folds from every angle, outside and inside, the hair up top, anything and everything she could reach with her tongue. She desperately wanted to taste it all. Despite being an easily achievable goal, the result of said desire was that it would take longer to get her lover off. Neither woman had any problem with that however. Seconds stretched into minutes of Korra trembling in ecstasy as Asami happily slurped away. Eventually the trembles came to a peak and Korra's head rose and her back arched as she cried her lovers name then sagged back downwards. Asami gently eased Korra's legs to the side and she scooted backwards until out from underneath the other woman. Once free she crawled back forward and wrapped her arms around Korra while planting gentle pecks against her cheek. “Thank you. That was wonderful.” Korra turned her head to the side to face Asami and cracked her eyes open while smiling gently. “You're the wonderful one. You made all of this happen so thank you, Asami.” She grabbed Asami by the waist and pulled her closer until their bodies were together once again and their lips brushed against each other in a longer and deeper kiss. Earlier Asami had joked about the taste on Korra's lips, but that no longer mattered after what they had just done. The only thing she felt now was the warmth and gratitude coming from the other woman. Her fiancée, now her girlfriend and lover.

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Chapter 27 - Chapter 27

Asami covered her mouth with one hand as she stifled a yawn. Last night had been rough for her and she had only managed to steal a couple hours of sleep. The rest of them had been spent tossing and turning and staring at the ceiling. The camping trip with Korra had gone perfectly. Dinner, becoming girlfriends, sex and then... then she had revealed her most guarded secret. One that would transform her from being adored by the public to one they reviled. A sexual deviant and one that couldn't be trusted to have a part in the future of the United Republic. It wasn't something she had even remotely considered revealing beforehand, but Korra had asked about her sexual preferences. Saying nothing might have been the wiser choice, it was certainly safer, but it had felt like Asami would never get a better moment to bring up her kink. And Korra hadn't known what she was referring to. That was the worst thing. Asami had taken a tremendous leap of trust only for it to fall flat. Not because Korra was repulsed or not interested, she just simply didn't know. Once again Korra's general lack of knowledge about the outside had reared its head and at the worst possible time. Asami had given Korra the book that would explain BDSM, but until then all she could do was twist in the wind and try not to chew on her fingernails. 'Okay, Asami. Obsessing over this is just going to make it worse. You just have to wait for Korra to make her decision and deal with it then. Right now, I need to focus on what I'm doing. This project should keep me distracted long for her to finish... I hope.' Asami grabbed the thermos from the cup-holder by her gear stick and unscrewed the lid. Steaming liquid poured out into the lid and she quaffed the tea down. 'Hurray for caffeine. I won't get through today without you, though I might need to rent a room in the city if I don't feel awake enough to get home safely.' She screwed the lid back on before getting out of her car and slamming the door shut. Ahead of her was a red brick building that stood two stories tall and ran over a hundred meters from the loading docks on one end to fat chimneys rising up into the air on the other. On the end with the chimneys was a heavy wooden door bearing the logo of Future Industries, a red gear on a black circle. She pushed it open and stepped inside. A bored looking security guard in a suit and tie was sitting behind a wooden desk with a logbook on it. He glanced up from the book in his hands as she entered. “Good morning, Miss Sato.” “Morning. Do you know what tunnel my shipment was delivered to?” “Tunnel Three, ma’am.” “Are any of the other tunnels being used today?” “There's a team in Tunnel One, Miss Sato. The schedule says it was booked by the racing team.” “Racing? Oh right, they must be doing some final tests before the Grand Prix. Thank you.” Asami said before heading towards a passageway leading to the interior of the building. She passed by two doors before stopping in front of the door with the number three painted on it. On the other side was a compact room with unpainted concrete walls and a thick glass window looking out into a narrow tunnel with a circular fan as tall as Asami standing at one end. On her side of the window was two chairs in front of a black control board full of dials and gauges. Located next to the board was three steel canisters, each full of a different colored gas, connected to nozzles in the tunnel via rubber hoses. Past the control board was another door and stacked near it were a few plastic boxes. On top of them was a small black notebook with a pencil sticking out of it as well as a pair of thick rubber gloves that ran up to her elbows when she put them on. She leaned forward to double check the labels on each of the boxes, wide strips of masking tape that had been written upon with a black sharpie marker. Asami grabbed the notebook and moved it to one of the chairs before opening the topmost box. Wisps of white vapor and drifted upwards as she gingerly reached inwards, wary of the dry ice lining the bottom of the box. When her hand came out she was holding a windmill fabricated from metal. It stood half a meter in height from the three revolving blades set an angle at its apex to four slanted legs at its base. Asami headed for the second door and set the windmill down in front of the fan in the tunnel. She grabbed a set of ropes nearby and hitched them to the windmill to hold it in place. Once back inside the control room she picked up the notebook and flipped through the pages until she found the notes for this particular model. '1/20th scale tests of the lightweight aluminized steel model. Passed grounding test, generated the right amount of amps, successfully ran in optimal conditions for seventy-two hours without any issues. Now the most important test of all. Will it hold up to the wind after being exposed to extreme cold?' Asami flipped a switch and red numbers flickered to life in front of her, counting upwards, as she twisted a dial on the control board at the same time. The fan in the tunnel began to vibrate as its blades spun and a fierce torrent of air rushed towards the scale model of her windmill design. The smaller blades almost instantly turned into a blur as the artificial wind rushed by them. Asami sat back in her chair, her eyes flicking back and forth between the clock and the test running. After several minutes something flew off the windmill, slamming into the glass in front of her face with a loud smack. She twisted the fan dial back to zero and stopped the timer. Not even ten minutes had passed. Asami headed back out into the tunnel and gave the windmill a cursory glance to see what had gone wrong. The problem jumped out at her immediately. One of the blades was missing. The arm that connected to it was where it should be, but it came to a jagged end at the point where it was supposed to begin widening into the blade itself. She stood back up and glanced around before spotting the errant piece and retrieving it. 'It snapped completely off. I was hoping an aluminum coating would insulate the steel from the cold, but it didn't work in this case. Only one of the blades broke though. Maybe the others fared better.' Asami moved back over to the windmill, crouching down beside it as she examined the model more closely. The other two arms were still intact, but a multitude of cracks were visible on the shiny metal surfaces of each. Another minute or two and they would have broken off as well. 'Nope. They were all going to fail.' She moved around to the rear of the unit and pulled a plate located behind the blades off. 'Well I don't see any damage to the generator so that's one good thing at least. The power cable looks intact as well. All right, so that's it for this guy. Let's see how the heavier model fares.' She undid the hitches on the windmill and hauled it back into the control room, unceremoniously dumping the failed experiment back into the container it had arrived in. Asami moved the box aside to gain access to the one below it and retrieved a windmill identical to the first save for being thicker in all respects. Once it was set up, in the same manner as the previous test, Asami headed back into the control room and started up the fan and timer. She leaned back in the chair and picked up the notebook and pencil and began to write. Critical failure. One blade snapped off and the other two had multiple deep cracks. Full testing not necessary as this design is not viable. Once the timer hit ten minutes Asami turned the fan off and headed out into the tunnel. She knelt down by the windmill for a closer look. The blades were all still intact, but she could see hairline cracks beginning to appear on the model. Asami sighed and shook her head, frustrated. 'I guess that's it for steel entirely. This one isn't as bad as the first, but it's still going to fail. These cracks are smaller though so that's something. I could keep increasing the thickness, but that'll mean less amps generated or possibly none at all if lower speed winds can't move the blades. Guess it's time to completely give up on steel.' The third box held a model identical to the first one in diameter, but there was no steel at its core. The entire thing was made purely of aluminum. Asami set it up and started the next before yawning loudly. She opened up the thermos of tea and took a large gulp before screwing the lid back on and setting it aside. 'Definitely going to need a hotel room. Four Elements isn't too far from here.' She opened the notebook up and jotted down her notes on the second test, periodically glancing up to check the test in progress. After thirty minutes she stopped the timer and fan and went out to check on the model. 'No cracks for this model.' Asami noted as she swapped the light aluminum model out for the heavier one and began its test. ‘Kinda feels like a waste of time if the lighter one didn’t have any problems but I still need to run the test anyways just to be sure. The real problem is this test isn’t as good as I’d like, but it’s the best I can do. The technology to generate temperatures that cold doesn’t exist yet. The real test is to set these up in the South pole and see how long they can last. What am I supposed to do when one of them has a mechanical problem? I can’t ask someone to live in the South Pole just to fix the windmills when they break. The best solution would be for the Southern Water Tribe to repair them, but if Korra’s any indication then they won't know how. That's a lack of education though. There must be members of their tribe who could become engineers or scientists if given the opportunity. Maybe I should talk to RC Tech about setting up scholarships for the Southern Water Tribe. That's a slow process though. It'd be a few years or maybe a decade before that would bear fruit. I guess the best solution would be to make plenty of spare parts for when something breaks so they can just replace it instead of repairing the part that broke. That means reworking my design to make it more modular, but that shouldn't be too difficult. I should also probably accompany the windmills when they do get shipped to make sure everything gets handled properly.' Asami ran her fingers through her hair as she let out a weary sigh. 'I really didn't know what I was getting myself into when I volunteered to the council. At least I found Korra in the bargain. She makes all of this worth it.' When the timer hit ten Asami turned the fan and timer off as she began to write in the notebook again. 'Short duration aluminum scale models both a success. It appears that any steel alloy is nonviable. Further modifications necessary, however. The designs must be altered so that the windmills are completely modular and that all parts can be replaced by non-technical personnel. Once complete run the short duration tests again and if successful begin fabricating full size components. Assembly will be done on location in the South Pole to ease burden of transportation.' She set the notebook down on top of a closed box before going out to retrieve the last scale model and putting it away. 'Of course, Korra is only worth it if my being into BDSM doesn't scare her away and make her reconsider our relationship entirely.' 'And it might.'

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Chapter 30 - Chapter 30

“So are you going to tell me where we’re going now?” Korra asked as she glanced out the window of her car door. The road they were on was full of cars, but only on one side. Almost all of the vehicles were headed in the same direction as them and had been doing so for the last few kilometers. “I’m guessing it’s some kind of public event.” “Not just yet.” Asami replied as the light turned green and she spun the steering wheel to the left while stepping on the gas pedal. The turn took them off the road and into a line of vehicles slowly crawling along through a vast lot, covered in gravel and divided up into squares by sets of three chains running between orange cones. At first the squares were empty, but soon cars began appearing in them and not long after that a fourth chain appeared, blocking access to the squares that were full. The cars in front of them peeled off in one direction or the other towards the squares in search of a place to park. Asami kept driving straight ahead towards a high wall of concrete extending into the distance. She made a right on the final road before the structure, then a quick left at a short tunnel. A pair of men dressed in tuxedos were standing in front of a metal gate leading to an indoor parking garage. Asami came to a halt and glanced over at Korra. “Can you open the glovebox? My hot pit pass is in there. It has a blue ribbon.” Korra pulled open the compartment in question and rummaged through the contents before finding a blue ribbon. “Is this it?” “Yep.” Asami took the pass and turned it so the guards could see what was written on it. One of them leaned forward then waved to his companion. Once the gate had been opened Asami drove through and parked her vehicle in the first available spot. She draped the pass around her neck before opening her door and getting out. “Let's go.” It took Korra several seconds to get out of the vehicle and catch up to Asami. By then she was near the entrance to a tunnel. “Seriously, Asami, where are we?” She asked while glancing back at the garage. Asami didn't respond, instead walking to the end of the tunnel. Korra reluctantly followed before coming to a halt and shading her eyes after she stepped outside into the sunlight. In front of her was a wide band of jet black asphalt with as many curves as straight stretches to it snaking through the grounds. After a few seconds she looked away from the interior and her hand fell from her face. A tall chain-link fence, and another row of tires lined the exterior of the asphalt. On the other side of that were vast rows of bleachers stretching along the entire perimeter. More startling was the bleachers contents, a teeming horde crammed into the seats and buzzing with anticipation while a steady stream of people flowed from the parking lot as they made their way into the bleachers. “I've never seen so many people in one place before...” A stunned Korra said as her gaze floated from one portion of the crowd to another. “How many people is that?” “I'm not sure how many people are here right at this moment, but this speedway has a capacity of two hundred thousand people.” Asami answered as she looked out at the crowd. “Two hundred thousand?” Korra repeated, unable to believe what she was hearing. “You could fit everyone from the Southern Water Tribe into this place and have room left over. Why are there so many people here? What's going on?” “Car racing is the most popular sport in Republic City and this is the opening event of the season for the premier league. It's always a big deal, but this race is significant.” Asami said as she began to walk to the left along the gap between the fence and a set of crash barriers. “Why is that?” “For most people car racing is just mindless entertainment. A grand show put on for their amusement. I like watching races as much as the next person, but it's about the technology for me as well as other engineers. These races are a way for us to test new ideas and products in the most extreme conditions a car can go through and see how they hold up. Lubricants, tires, frames, brakes and what not.” Korra’s head swiveled towards the track as they continued to walk. Asami had previously described herself as a mechanical engineer, but that list didn’t sound like anything she had mentioned in prior conversations. During their time on the yacht her fiancée had mentioned one thing that might apply to this situation. “Are you testing some kind of new change to your engines?” “Almost. It's not just a new change, it's an entirely new engine altogether.” Asami explained. “One of the new rules this year is that electric engines are allowed. The two cars that I sponsor are both electric, but all the others are gas powered. There's been a lot of debate whether an electric vehicle can keep up in a race this long and I'm hoping to prove the skeptics wrong. Easier said than done, but Mako and Bolin are up to the task.” “Mako and Bolin?” Korra echoed as a piece of the puzzle that had been missing fell into place. She had been introduced to the brothers while on Asami’s yacht, and saved Mako’s life in the process, but nothing more than that. The nature of their relationship with Asami or how they had met or even how long they had known each other hadn’t been shared with Korra during the trip. After they had gotten to Republic City the brothers had taken off and she hadn’t heard so much as a whisper about the two since then. “So do you just pay them to test your car stuff for you or is there more to it than that?” “Well, that's more or less how we first met. I graduated from RC Tech, about four years ago, and started working at Future Industries. It didn't take long, maybe a few months, before I had designed my first engine modifications. My initial testing went well, but I needed to see how it would perform in the field. That's where I hit a dead-end. All of the drivers sponsored by Future Industries at the time turned me down so I had to find someone else who would be willing to test it. Any driver who's made it to the professional scene would already have sponsors so I had to find an amateur.” Asami came to a halt next to a series of white bars intersecting the track and she glanced to her left and her right before starting to cross. Korra frowned to herself as she looked in both directions as well, but there was nothing there, before following and Asami picked up where she had left off. “I started attending some local drag races and after about a week I came across Mako and Bolin. Long story short we hit it off pretty quickly and I started sponsoring them a couple of days later. Since then they've flown up the ranks, they're just outside the top ten right now, and I've been able to get all my designs tested.” “So how did they end up coming with you to the South Pole?” Korra asked as they stepped off the track and onto a grassy field. A series of small buildings lay ahead of them as well as another segment of track, but this one was perfectly straight and had numerous small groups milling around canvas booths beneath flags with numbers on them. “Well, I knew it could take me a while to find your people so I had to prepare for a long journey. One of my goals was to test an electric engine I had been working on, but being away for weeks or months meant I needed a lightning bender to keep it charged. Mako was the obvious choice there. We were good friends, he was already on my payroll and I knew he could take orders from me. When Bolin heard about where we were going he asked to come along. I was reluctant at first, but he insisted and I gave in. Figured it'd be safer with another bender along for the trip.” Korra suppressed the urge to grimace as Asami finished speaking. Bolin hadn't been part of Asami's original plans. Their paths wouldn't have crossed had he not forced his way in and his reward for that decision had been several broken ribs. She shook her head to clear the sudden pang of guilt before eyeing the flags and groups of people in front of them. Now that they had drawn closer she could see tools hanging from racks along with tires stacked in sets of two in each booth. There were also various metal parts neatly arranged on folding tables. “So what is all of this here?” Korra asked, changing the subject. “Those look like brakes.” She pointed at the item in question, identical to the one she had seen in the Sato's garage, save for being several centimeters thicker. “They are. This is the pit road.” Asami said as they passed by the first couple of booths. “These races are pretty long, this one is seventy-eight laps for example, which is pretty hard on the cars. During the race the drivers will have to make a pit stop or two. Usually it's just to change the tires, but sometimes the crews will have to replace parts as well.” Korra tilted her head back as she looked at the banners ahead of them while counting them off in her head. “I see twenty numbers, but there's only fifteen booths. Are some of these teams handling multiple drivers?” “Yep. I sponsor Mako and Bolin out of my own pocket. Future Industries has two, so does Cabbage Corps and a couple of other car companies. The rest are all sponsored by miscellaneous companies as advertisements for their products. Anyways, come on, the spectating area is over there.” Asami raised her hand to indicate a collection of chairs and tables covered in canteens set up in the space beyond the last booth. Around twenty or so people were already present as they approached. Some were armed with pencils and notebooks, while others lugged around cameras and canisters of film tucked into every available pocket. All strangers save for one familiar figure in the same black hat and gray vest that he had been wearing the first they had met. Korra's mouth tightened and a spark of anger lit up at the sight of Chazok. “We don't have to sit near him, do we?” Korra muttered quietly as she leaned towards Asami. “You don’t have to worry about him, Korra.” Asami reassured her. “He’s here to cover the race. Honestly, I’d be surprised if he even notices you’re here. Come on, the drivers should be entering the track right about now.” Korra had barely sat herself down in one of the chairs when a loud horn sounded from somewhere overhead followed quickly by a loud roar from the crowd. She twisted in her seat, looking for the source of the sound when a man's voice began speaking in rapid crisp bursts strung together. “Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. This is Shiro Shinobi, coming to you live from Republic City Speedway.” After a few seconds Asami wordlessly pointed upwards and Korra's eyes followed her finger to a nearby pole with a pair of metal cones mounted at the top. After a second the tension bled out of her shoulders as she relaxed. It was just a radio broadcast, even if those devices looked rather different than the one in her room. “The sun is shining, the sky is clear and the track is dry, a promising sign for all our racers and here they come now. In the pole position is Shaozu and in second is Ming, both driving under the Cabbage Corp banner. Right behind them is the biggest story of the day. The brothers Mako and Bolin and the electric motors in their cars. Whether they can keep up is the question of the day and we're all excited to find out. They're in prime position to succeed with positions three and four however. No time for more introductions. The grand marshal is in position, he's waving the green flag and they're off!” Korra looked to her left and right at the empty stretch of track. “They are? Where are -” A low rumble interrupted her before she could get the last word out. Her head turned to the left as the sound grew louder and their source became clear. During her time in Republic City Korra had seen vehicles of various shapes and sizes. Trucks, vans, motorcycles, passenger vehicles. The designs varied, but they all had the shared purpose of carrying things or people from one place to another. These race-cars, on the other hand, had a different purpose entirely. Speed. To be as fast as technologically and humanly possible. The vehicles were almost a blur, but it was still plain to Korra's eyes that every aspect of these vehicles had been crafted with that goal in mind. The cars were low to the ground and their narrow cylindrical cores of the vehicles were angled in the front almost to the point of seeming like blades cutting through the air. Four wheels stretched outwards with metal rods connecting them to the vehicle and in the rear the goggled and helmeted heads of the driver were barely visible as they sat just high enough to see over the hoods of their engines. In mere seconds all twenty vehicles had roared by, a wave of displaced air washing over Korra in the wake of their passage. Korra twisted in her seat to keep track of the cars before they disappeared out of view behind the booths. She turned back toward Asami, her eyes wide. “Holy crap, that was fast!” Asami smiled in response, though her hands were still tightly clasped together in her lap and her eyes flicked away. Korra looked the same way and the joy she had been feeling subsided as her gaze landed on Chazok. A sudden wave of understanding passed through her as she saw the man jotting something down on his notepad. Asami wasn't just testing a new engine, she was sticking her neck out by doing it in a very public manner. If something went wrong or they failed to keep up, then word would spread all over the city and the reputation she valued so highly would take a hit. Korra put her hand on Asami's shoulder and gave it a squeeze meant to be reassuring. Asami flashed her another smile, this one warmer than the last. “Thanks, Korra.” “So, what makes one racer better than another?” Korra asked, hoping to distract Asami from her fretting. “It seems like the cars are doing all the work.” Asami straightened up and for a second it looked like she was about to snap at Korra, but then her her shoulders relaxed. “Right. Well first of all a car is just a machine and is only as good as the person behind the wheel. The first thing is that a driver needs to be in really good shape. There's a lot of sharp turns which increases the g-forces a person goes through and handling that is pretty difficult.” “G-forces? What's that?” “It's...” Asami frowned to herself as she considered the question. “... okay. Right now, you sitting on that chair is you experiencing one 'G'. If you were sitting in one of those racecars then you'd be experiencing two or maybe even three 'G's' depending on the turn. What that means is your arm would be two or three times as hard to move because it feels like it weighs two or three times as heavy. But not just your arm, your entire body weighs more too.” Asami shook her head and let out a small sigh. “Does that make sense? It's not completely accurate, but it's the easiest way to explain the physics involved.” “Okay so the racers have to be in good shape to deal with weighing more when turning.” Korra quickly said, sensing a more thorough answer would require an understanding of science that she lacked. “What else is there?” “Reflexes are important since they're traveling at high speeds and need to be able to react in split-seconds if something happens. Being aware of your car's condition and when to pit stop, being able to hit the right angles so you don't lose as much speed when you're going around corners. Keeping aware of your location on the track and knowing when you have a chance to pass someone or to look out for trying to pass you. Having a good pit crew is also important so you don't lose too much time while you're changing your tires and what not.” “It’s also a question of endurance too, isn’t it?” Korra inquired. “You said there were seventy-eight laps. How long does each lap take?” “The single lap record here is a minute fifty-five. Most good laps run around two-fifteen on average.” Seventy-eight laps, each lasting around two minutes. Korra tapped her fingers against her thigh as she calculated the numbers in her head. “So this race is going to take two and a half hours? That's a long time to drive at these speeds... I think.” She hesitantly added after a few seconds, not sure how accurate her statement was since she had never actually driven a car herself. As Korra finished speaking the roar of the engines appeared in the distance, growing steadily louder. At the same time Shiro's voice grew more excited as he continued his narration. “We just finished the first lap, but Mako's not wasting any time. He's drafting Ming on the straightaway and is trying to pass on the right now.” The cars came into view and the heads of everyone in the bleachers and the people around Korra were all looking in the same direction. First in line was the driver that had started in the lead, Shaozu. A few car lengths behind were the second and third place drivers, Ming ahead by perhaps a half a length and Mako quickly gaining on him as they approached the curve. Ming's vehicle began drifted to the right in preparation for the turn and his front right tire caught Mako's front left. Mako tried to pull away and the crowd gasped as yellow sparks flew into the air. Seconds later the shaft connecting Ming's tire to his vehicle bent then snapped as the pressure began too much for it to endure. The tire rolled free while the nose of Ming's car and shaft slammed downwards gouging out parallels furrows in the asphalt as the vehicle ground to a halt. At the same time Mako's vehicle had spun out of control and the crash barrier shuddered and held as the car slammed into them. “-and it's the first crash of the season! It looks like Ming's lost a tire and Mako's spun out! The grand marshall is waving double yellow flags and the other racers are slowing down as they pass by the accident.” Korra lurched out of her chair and grabbed one of the canteens off a nearby table before jumping over the barrier to the closer of the two cars, Mako let go of the steering wheel as she arrived at the vehicle. He patted his torso in multiple spots, checking for anything that might be broken or otherwise hurt, before starting to undo his harness. “Are you all right, Mako?” “Think so.” He replied as he climbed out of the vehicle. “Just rattled.” Korra glanced Mako up and down for any signs of injuries. His eyes were alert and she couldn't see any deformities or warning signs in the way he was carrying himself, though there were probably some bruises beneath the padded outfit he was wearing. “Right then. I'm going to go check on the other driver.” The other car's engine was still running though it wasn't moving as she approached. Its driver was slumped backwards against his seat and a line of red was streaking down his cheek. Korra leaned forward and waved her hand in front of his face. “Hey. Hey! Can you hear me?” A few seconds passed before Ming turned his head towards her and opened his eyes, revealing a pair of unfocused pupils. “Yoooou're thaaaat... thaaaat... wateeerh personnnn.” He said after a few more seconds. Korra set the canteen down on the car so as to free her other hand so she could undo his chinstrap and pull his helmet off. The source of the blood was a diagonal gash above one of his temples, probably from his head hitting something during the crash she figured. She unscrewed the lid of the canteen and waved her fingers, drawing its contents out into the air. It floated to the palm of her hand and an incandescent blue glow shimmered in its depths as she held it over the injury. The flow of blood ceased and seconds later the cut shrank then disappeared entirely. Korra kept her hand in place, however. Healing the cut was easy, but the concussion he had sustained was an injury to his brain, a far more challenging condition to resolve. As she continued to work a high pitched wailing sound began to grow louder and Korra looked up to see a small army of cars heading her way. At the front was a white truck with a red cross on its side and a bar of flashing red and blue lights on top. Her hand faltered and the water splashed onto Ming's chest as she abruptly became aware of her surroundings once more. All eyes in the crowd were focused on her and she was near enough that she could distinctly make out what people in the crowd were saying to each other. The words 'waterbender' and 'Korra' chief among them. Above it all Shiro's voice continued to ring out of the speakers. “The emergency response team is now approaching the crash, but someone's already beaten them there though I can't make out what's happening. The response team is examining the track and now I can see the grand marshal is waving the red flag. The track must have been damaged by that crash which means that the rest of today's race has been called off.” Korra looked down at Ming again. The look of confusion was gone, though he was rubbing at the spot where his cut had been and wincing. “You had a concussion, but you'll be okay.” She threw at him before turning around. The reporters she had seen earlier were all lined up behind the crash barrier on the other side of the track. Their cameras were held up in the air and the lenses pointed directly at her, as the bulbs on top flashed rapid fire. She held a hand in front of her eyes to block out the flashes while hurrying across the track towards Asami, feeling eyes burning holes in the back of her shirt the entire time. “Can we get out of here?” Korra asked with an apprehensive glance back towards the immense crowd. “Sure.” Asami quickly answered after a second's pause as she glanced at the crowd herself before realizing what was bothering Korra. “Mako and Bolin's garage isn't far from here. Come on. Do you mind if Mako comes with us? I'd like to find out how the car did if that's alright with you, Korra?” “Eh?” Korra said before looking around only to see the man in question standing a short distance away. “What about your car?” “The towing crew will bring it back to the garage.” Mako answered with a glance at his vehicle. “Though they'll do Ming's first since it was more badly damaged. Standard procedure whenever there's a crash.” Korra opened her mouth a fraction before closing it as his statement and the way he said it so nonchalantly sank in. If crashes were a regular occurrence then these races were far more dangerous than she had realized. “Uh, okay. Lead the way, Asami. I don't know where the garage is.” Asami fell in next to Mako with Korra walking a few paces behind. She said nothing at first, but then once they had passed behind the booths, and out of sight of the reporters, Asami swatted him on the back of the head. “You numbskull!” She berated him in a sharp, but still amicable whisper. “What were you thinking? Going for a pass on lap two!? You should have taken time to feel things out first.” “I know, I know.” Mako said as he hunched his shoulders and stepped away from Asami, wary of another blow. “The car just accelerates so fast. I could tell right away I had a big edge on the corners. I figured if I could pass early then Ming and Shaozu would get paranoid and focus more on trying to block Bolin then going for a retake. I didn't expect Ming to try and bully me as hard as he did. He’s normally more defensive.” Asami shook her head and let out a frustrated sigh. “Yes, he was defensive last season, but he had the whole offseason to change strategies or make adjustments. This is why you have tested him to see how he reacted before making a move.” “Okay, okay. You made your point, Asami. I was being reckless.” Mako sullenly admitted while kicking at the grass. Korra glanced over her shoulder as they continued to walk. The booths were well behind them and the garages still a fair distance off. There wasn't anybody else near the three of them. Korra turned her gaze back towards Asami and Mako and let out a deep breath. “Hey, Mako. Can I talk to you for a minute?” The firebender turned around and raised an eyebrow in surprise. “To me? What is it?” “It's about what happened when we were on the yacht or what didn't happen really.” Korra said as she rubbed at the back of her neck and looked down at the ground. “I never apologized to you for what I did. I tried to use saving you from the sea-monster as a way to make up for attacking you, but that was really me not taking responsibility for my actions. I wasn't ready then, but I am now.” She raised her gaze to look Mako in the eyes. “I'm sorry. What I did was completely out of line, unacceptable, horrible, awful, so bad I don't even know what the right words to describe it are. You didn't do anything to deserve it and well... I'm sorry.” Korra lamely added after a pause, not really sure what else to say. “Oh.” Mako said as he stared at her, his eyes frozen wide in surprise. “Well I definitely didn't expect that. Why now? Ow!” He jerked forward as Asami swatted him on the back of the head again. He glowered at her, but Asami gave an innocent smile as if she had done nothing wrong. “Okay, okay. Apology accepted.” “Thank you, Mako.” Asami serenely said. “Would you mind calling me later and letting me know what Bolin thought of the new engine? I'd stay and find out myself, but I have some errands to run now that the race is canceled.” “Uhhhh... sure thing, Asami. I'll talk to you later then.” Once Mako was far enough away Asami threw an arm around Korra's shoulders and gave her a squeeze. “I'm proud of you, Korra. Being able to apologize to Mako shows you've made progress.” Korra sighed while staring at Mako's back as he continued to walk away. “I suppose, but I'm nowhere near being able to forgive someone who was actually on the other side. All Mako did was bend lightning in front of me and that was enough to set me off. I've got a lot more sessions with Ralla ahead of me.” She shook her head to clear and moved to change the subject. “So back to the mansion? I'm guessing we're not staying here any longer since the race is over.” “Looks like it. Sorry I dragged you out here for such a quick show, Korra.” A disappointed looking Asami said. Korra shrugged and playfully punched Asami on the arm. “Don't worry about it. Accidents happen and there'll be other races you can take me to.” She wasn't one to take pleasure in others' pain, but the one positive of this car crash would be that now Korra had even more time to continue reading a certain book.

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Chapter 29 - Chapter 29

Asami sighed contentedly as hot water rushed out of the showerhead and down onto her. This was exactly what she needed to help take the edge off the anxiety plaguing her at the moment. Asami could practically feel her pores unclogging thanks to the steam while all the sweat, dead skin cells and other assorted filth disappeared down the drain at her feet. Good as this felt there was still plenty of anxiety that it was doing nothing to alleviate. Something more would have to be done. She turned the water off and lowered herself until she was sitting on the shower floor, her back leaned against the wall. Asami spread her knees wide apart while planting her feet against the wet tiled floor. Her hands drifted up and down the inside of her thighs, relishing the soft skin that she worked so diligently to maintain. After a minute she closed her eyes as her fingers grazed her folds ever so lightly. An image appeared in the blackness in front of her. A naked brown skinned woman lying on a bed with her arms held above her head. Each wrist had a silver ring of metal fastened around it and the chain connecting said rings had been looped around a wooden post. “Oh, Korra...” Asami murmured as her fingers moved faster. The image vanished and another one took its place. Korra kneeling on the ground in front of Asami, her face turned upwards as she waited expectantly. Her cheeks began to flush and a burning desire began to grow stronger and stronger as more images came. Asami bent over Korra's lap with a reddened bottom to show for it. Korra wearing a leather corset that did marvelous things to her bosom while she held a leather crop in one hand. Asami's middle and ring fingers plunged into her wet hole, curling upwards towards her g-spot as her body grew even hotter. “There's so many things I want to share with you.” She panted letting out a desperate whimper of longing at the thought. Her fingers thrust even faster, trying to keep up with the images her imagination was conjuring. Some of them were focused on Asami, others on Korra, but both women were present in every single one. Asami's hips quivered as let out a low cry and her fingers came to a halt while remaining inside of her. “Korraaa!” Asami’s head thumped backwards against the shower wall and she took a long, ragged breath. ‘Well, guess I called that one. Her name came out when I masturbated. Though I made that prediction before we got involved. Now that we are, Korra’s the person I should be thinking about when I touch myself, though I really didn’t expect I would be imagining us in BDSM scenarios…’ She sighed and slowly pushed herself back up to her feet. Asami twisted the shower lever and hot water came out again. That had been fun. For a moment. Now that it was over Asami found herself regretting her impromptu decision. The images her brain had come up with were still there. Lurking just out of sight as they waited for her to close her eyes to manifest themselves. Another thing for her to plague her as she continued to fret over the decision Korra was faced with. 'I was trying to relax and not think about that. Screw you brain, you just had to find a way to make this worse, didn't you!?' Her brain, predictably, had no response and Asami finished cleaning herself off in silence. After she had finished drying herself off and getting dressed, Asami headed to her room's door and opened it. A newspaper had been laid on the floor in front of her door as well as some of the other doors in the hall. Asami bent over to pick it up and turned it over to look at the front page and promptly froze on the spot as the headline jumped out at her. Earth Queen rejects alliance! Her eyes dropped to the text of the article as she distractedly shut the door. In recent weeks the United Republic Council's efforts to form alliances with the four nations have borne fruit. Most notably Asami Sato returned home with her new fiancée, Korra of the Southern Water Tribe, in tow and a handshake agreement to become allies. Her father and head of the Council, Hiroshi Sato, has also made progress on that front as well, persuading Chief Unalaq to visit Republic City and begin talks over a possible alliance. On the eastern front a delegation was dispatched to Ba Sing Se in order to meet with the Earth Queen and another group sent to the Air Nomads. Word on the progress of those talks has been non-existent, leading many to speculate if they were even still happening. However, yours truly, was recently informed that Queen Hou-Ting has rejected the Council's offer. One can only guess how the Council will respond, but there's no hiding the fact this is a massive blow- Asami dropped the paper to the floor and headed straight for the phone located next to her bed. It was still early in the morning, but there was no time to waste. She grabbed the handset and began spinning the dial on the phone. There was a single ring before it was picked up and a woman's voice came through. “This is Zhu Li.” “Have you seen the paper yet?” Asami asked. On another day she would have stuck to the pleasantries, but the situation called for urgency. That article would spread like wildfire and hundreds of thousands of people would have read it in just a few hours time, if not sooner. If the Council wanted to avoid a panic then they would need to draft a response and get it out as soon as possible. Of course they had to figure out what that response would be. “I have.” Zhu Li replied in a calm voice, as unflappable as ever. “My secretary has already contacted Raiko and Hiroshi to come to the office as soon as possible to discuss this.” Zhu Li paused for a few seconds before she spoke again. “If you plan on coming then you should bring Korra with you. It would be beneficial for her to attend a Council meeting so she can get a sense of what's involved. If you don't come, I'll contact you later to keep you up to speed on what's going on. Please excuse me for cutting this short, but someone just walked in and needs my attention.” There was a click and the line went dead as Zhu Li hung up. Asami tapped the handset against her palm as she considered the suggestion. 'It's a good idea. Definitely better than just throwing Korra into the fire after we get married. She's an intelligent person, but I don't know how good she'll be at politics and there's a lot of politics in a role like this. I'll be there for her though and I can give her advice if she needs it.' Asami spun the dial again as she made a second call. The phone rang six times then went silent. Asami frowned then dialed the number again. After the third ring there was a loud thump and Korra's voice came through, but muted as if from a distance. “Shut up! I'm trying to sleep you stupid thing! Why are you making so much noise!?” 'Huh? You've seen me using a phone before, Korra... Oh, right. That was me calling someone. She's never been on the receiving end of a phone call and I probably woke her up so she's cranky.' “Korra!” Asami yelled, hoping her voice would carry through the receiver loudly enough that Korra would hear it. “Can you hear me!? Korra!” “Asami? Is that you?” Korra's voice grew distant as she presumably walked away from the phone. “Where are you? I don't see you anywhere... the door is still locked and I know you weren't here last evening.” For a long moment there was silence and then fumbling and Korra's voice came through again, loud and clear. “Asami?” “Yep.” Asami replied, feeling relieved, and a little proud, that her partner had figured this little puzzle out on her own. “Sorry if I woke you, but something's urgent has come up. Have Kika get you something quick to eat and tell her you need to be driven to the Council's office as soon as possible.” “Why? What’s happened?” Korra asked. “Is that why you didn't come home yesterday? Is something wrong between us?” "No, no, no, this doesn't have anything to do with us. We're fine." Asami blurted as she hastened to reassure Korra. "It's a political emergency. If you have a copy of the paper then you can see what happened. The Council's going to meet to discuss this and I think you should be there. This concerns you too and it's good practice for when you become a member." "All right, all right. I'll be there." Korra muttered. "I need to shower and change, but I can eat on the way if this is that important. I'll see you in... however long it takes me to get there." There was a moment's silence followed by a muffled thump. "Okay, this thing was on that thing over there. Maybe if I-." The line went dead. Asami slowly set her handset back onto the cradle as her shoulders sagged. 'Was that the first time I lied to Korra? Does saying batteries instead of lightning count as a lie? It's technically true, but a battery's source of power is lightning in the first place. I said things are fine, but I'm not sure if that's true now that she knows about my kinks. Why did I have to tell her? Ugh, stop it, Asami. You have more important things to worry about.' She walked over to a coat rack standing next to the door and retrieved her jacket from it. There was no time to wait for the hotel’s chefs to cook her a meal and Asami did her best to ignore the grumbling of her stomach as she headed for the elevator. The ride to the first took a minute and another saw her behind the wheel of her car. Five minutes after that she was parking in front of her destination. In theory the United Republic was run by three people. Zhu Li, Raiko and her father. Republic City, on its own, was home to nearly five million and double that lived in the rest of the United Republic. Too many for three people, no matter how intelligent or capable, to handle. The truth was those three were at the head of a giant machine of administrators, bureaucrats, and a legion of clerks filling out and stamping forms for zoning permits, ship registrations and everything in-between. The building they were in was shorter than all of the skyscrapers around it, but no less grand for its lack of height. Towers capped in gold rose above rectangular wings of pure white marble that gleamed bright even underneath a gray sky and a massive dome of green glass sat square in the middle of its roof. Asami strode up the stairs and passed between fluted columns on her way through the door. Men wearing jackets from gray steel stood at attention behind a row of desks manned by men and women sporting white dress shirts. Their attentive eyes flicked back and forth along the lines of people trying to get into the building. Asami was the daughter of one council member and engaged to a future one, but that wasn't enough for her to pass through the security checkpoints. She patted her pockets to make sure there was nothing in them before taking a spot at the back of the shortest line. After a few minutes she had advanced to the front of the line and signed her name in the log book. One of the steel-clad guards focused his gaze on her and Asami felt the front of her jacket moving outwards as the metal buttons tugged on it. After a moment the invisible grip of the metalbender let go and he glanced directly at her right pocket. “What’s in there?” “My car keys.” Asami answered as she pulled the small metal items in question for him to see. He raised one hand and waved her by. “Next.” Most of the people who had been ahead of her in line peeled off to either the left or the right as they walked through the lobby. Asami headed straight ahead through a set of double doors. Rows of pews filled the room between her and a long table sitting atop an elevated dais. She swept by the table and into the back-chambers where the Council's offices were located. A few people had already arrived, but it was still quiet for now. Zhu Li's door was open and the woman in question was sitting behind her desk as she pored over a piece of paper. Asami sat herself down in a currently unoccupied chair to wait. Raiko was the first to arrive and he nodded his head towards Asami as he headed straight into his office without slowing. Twenty minutes after that her father walked through the door, Korra right behind him. Asami frowned at the sight before shrugging. The two of them must have run into each other in the garage and shared a car since they were going to the same place. Korra glanced around the room and her face brightened as she spotted Asami. She held up a brown paper bag as she walked up then took the seat next to Asami. “I got some food if you want it. Thought you might need something to eat since you were gone. Nothing fancy, but it’s better than nothing.” “Oh, you're a lifesaver, Korra.” Asami gratefully stated as she glanced at the bag's contents. Apple, banana and a tin of walnuts. “Did you have any problems with security? Korra shrugged and raised her hands into the air. “Not exactly. They wanted to know what was in the bag and they made me open the box too. There was something weird about it though. The guards were wearing suits of armor, but I couldn’t figure out how they put them on. The suits looked like they were made entirely from a single piece of metal and folded onto the person wearing them somehow.” “That’s actually a pretty good guess.” Asami said, doing her utmost to keep a grin from her face, already having a good idea how this little tidbit was going to be received. “The guards use bending to put their armor on and take it off.” “Wait, what?” Korra asked as she straightened up and stared at Asami as if she had misheard. “Did you say bending? But the suit’s are made out of metal… earthbenders have learned how to bend metal? I thought that was impossible. Asami? Where are you going?” “Looks like the meeting’s about to start.” Asami answered as she headed towards a small conference room. “Metal bending? She has to be pulling my leg… but there’s no other way for them to fit into those suits…” Korra’s voice trailed off until she was mumbling to herself. The grin that Asami had been trying to suppress broke through as she held the door open for Korra. Zhu Li and Raiko had seated themselves opposite one another at a rectangular table and Hiroshi on the end nearest them. Asami moved past her father without a glance in his direction before sitting herself on the same side as Zhu Li. A few seconds later and Korra had taken a spot next to Asami. Raiko glanced at them curiously, but Zhu Li spoke up before he had begun to open his mouth. “I am aware Korra is not a member of the Council, but I considered it prudent to invite her considering the subject of today’s meeting. Do I have a second?” Raiko shook his head, but Hiroshi raised a hand. “I second the motion.” Asami concealed a frown as her eyes flicked towards her father. 'Really? I didn't expect him to be the one supporting Korra. What are you up to, Hiroshi?' “The motion is carried.” Zhu Li shuffled through the papers in front of her before passing four pieces of paper to the table's other occupants. “In the interest of saving time, I’ll skip the usual briefings and get straight to the point. Hou-Ting has declined our offer of an alliance. The full message is there, but the short version is that she refuses to ally herself with people living on ‘land stolen from the Earth Kingdom.’ She demands we either swear fealty to her or pay tribute until the Earth Kingdom has been compensated for its loss.” Raiko picked his sheet up and studied it for a moment before setting it back down. “The first thing I want to know is how did Chazok find out before we did? He might be well-connected, but being able to get a scoop on diplomatic messages from Ba Sing Se? It doesn't seem possible.” “Isn't it obvious?” Hiroshi asked. “One of the Earth Queen's spies delivered the message to him so he'd write an article about it in the paper. It sows discord and puts pressure on us to act sooner than later. What concerns me is her threat of appropriate measures and how we should respond.” “If she's threatening us with an invasion then we don't have any choice except to start preparing our army for war! ” Raiko banged his fist against the table to further emphasize his declaration. The woman sitting on Asami's left stirred and her eyes flashed as her head turned towards Raiko, ever so slowly. Asami quickly grabbed at Korra's hand beneath the table, but she shook it off, ignoring the unspoken warning. “Prepare for war? What do you know about war?” Raiko hesitated as he looked towards Korra. “I've studied the writings of several prominent strategists and philosophers on the subject and-” Korra slapped her hands against the table and shoved herself up onto her feet as she leaned forward. Her eyebrows drew together as she glared at the man. “Have you ever fought in battle?” “No, but-” “But nothing!” Korra exclaimed as she cut him off again. “If you haven't fought in battle then you don't know what you're talking about! I don't care how many books you've read. None of them can tell you what war is actually like. Being so scared that you'd soil yourself if you had anything left in your bowels, trying to kill other people before they get the chance to kill you, hearing screams of agony from the wounded and dying. You don't know any of that because you haven't done it and I can tell just from looking at your fancy suit that you never will. You can hit this table as hard as you want and say we should be getting ready for war, but you won't be one of the people doing the fighting. That would take something you're lacking. A spine.” Raiko's face reddened to the point it seemed like he was ready to burst as he glared back across the table at Korra. After a moment he looked over at Zhu Li. “I request a ten minute recess.” He didn't wait for a response before shoving his chair away from the table and heading straight out the door. Asami exhaled as soon as he had left though the tension in the room didn't dissipate with his departure. 'Well that was something. I wasn't expecting Korra to make an enemy so quickly, but I suppose it was inevitable. This feels like a good thing though. Raiko might be a chickenhawk, but he'll think twice before opening his mouth whenever Korra's around from now on. Even so, we have to figure out a way to placate the Earth Queen.' Korra slowly sat back down and clenched her fingers in her lap where only Asami could see. “Sorry about that. I can get a little carried away sometimes.” “That’s quite all right, Korra.” Hiroshi stated, though not unkindly so. “I’ll admit I don't know you very well but the way you speak makes it clear you're drawing from personal experience. One that the rest of us here don’t share. However, while I must say that Raiko was too quick to start speaking of war, it was not an unwarranted thought if you are at all familiar with the Earth Queen. She is infamous for the cruelty she displays to her subjects and her vanity and greed are only surpassed by her gluttony. A well-known example would be promising a reward to anyone who could bring her an animal that she had not eaten before, but those who bring her one that she had eaten disappear at the hands of the Dai Li.” “And you want to become allies with this person?” Korra asked in disbelief while looking back and forth between the other people in the room as if they were all insane. “Ideally, no.” Zhu Li stated a flat voice, the notion clearly not one she was enthusiastic about. “She may be a terrible person, but Ba Sing Se is still a powerful player on the world stage and one we need on our side. However, we can't manage that unless we can offer her something with more appeal than the land that the Earth Kingdom lost in the war.” “What are we supposed to offer her? Hou-Ting still owns more land and resources than us several times over so she already has plenty of any rare minerals or gems we can offer. “ Zhu Li frowned as she considered the dilemma. “We have cars and airships. Either one, or both, of those would be tempting.” Hiroshi shook his head. “I agree that it would tempt her, but our technological advantage is the only one we have in a potential war with the Earth Kingdom. Without it there's nothing stopping them from overrunning us with the sheer number of soldiers they can produce.” “Then what?” Zhu Li snapped, a crack appearing in her normally calm demeanor. “If you're not willing to part with some of your toys then then we might as well start building graveyards because we'll need a lot of them if we start fighting the Earth Kingdom again.” “You think I don’t know that?” Hiroshi yelled back at her. “We all saw the coffin trucks rolling through town every week. None of us wants that to happen again which is why we’re having this meeting, but if nothing’s going to come of it then maybe we-” A shrill, sharp sound cut Hiroshi off and Asami covered her ears with her hands as the painful sound went on. After several seconds Korra pulled her fingers out of her mouth once she had gotten everyone's attention. “Both of you shut up! You’re supposed to be the leaders of the United Republic, but you’re bickering like little kids. If you really want to know what the Earth Queen wants then just ask her.” “And how do you suggest we do that? We would need a way to get her back to the negotiating table first.” Zhu Li pointed out, her calm demeanor returning as she spoke. “You said she's a glutton right? Well, I'm sure there's plenty of animals in the South Pole that she hasn't had the chance to eat yet. Send her a message saying that the Southern Water Tribe would be willing to provide her with some if she reopens talks and you can use that time to figure out what it would take for her to agree to become allies.” Hiroshi and Zhu Li exchanged a startled glance as the idea sank in. At the same time Asami raised her fingers to her lips to conceal a small grin. The solution had been right there all along, but neither of them had seen it, just like Asami and her aluminum ship. 'I really wasn't sure how Korra was going to handle being on the Council. We got off to a bumpy start, but I think things will turn out alright in the end.' 'Now if only I was so confident about the two of us...'

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Chapter 38 - Chapter 38

"Are you ready?" Korra finished tying the laces of her boots into a knot before responding. "I lived here for twenty summers, Asami. I'm used to the air being this cold. I'll be fine." She stood up and pulled her fur lined hood onto her head before lending a critical eye to the outfit Asami was wearing. She was dressed in the same manner as the first time the two of them had met. Possibly even the very same gray canvas jacket and pants as that time. More troubling though was the wool cap on her head."I'm more worried about you. Don't you have anything with a hood you can wear?" Asami faltered, her hand on the door handle. "I have a coat with a hood on it, but it's made for the rain, not running around in the South Pole..." "That's fine. You can wear the coat underneath this thing and pull the hood through here." Korra explained as she examined the collar of Asami's jacket then her cap. "This cap will help keep your ears and the top of your head warm. The hood's for protecting your face from the wind. You'll thank me when the wind starts blowing hard." "Oh, that makes sense." Asami said as she loosened the straps to her backpack and set it down at the top of the stairs. "That actually happened to me during the katabatic storm now that I think about it. I'll be right back." Asami flattened herself against the wall as she squeezed by Korra then hurried down the stairs and out of sight. When she came back a black hood was pulled tight on top of her head. "Better?" "Much." Korra said approvingly. "Come on, let's go." She pulled on the door and walked through it. For the first time in a week there was something beyond the endless stretch of blue seas. Land. The shores in front of her stood in stark relief to the last ones she had seen. Gone were the dense forest and glittering towers of Republic City. Instead there was a barren plain of ice hiding beneath a thin dusting of snow waiting to be carried away by the next gust of wind. Korra glanced around the bay their ship was anchored in. The curve of the shoreline. Those icebergs floating nearby had lost some of their mass, but Korra could still easily recognize an archway she had once passed beneath. "Wait, is this-" "The area where I found you? Yes, it is." Asami said with a slight grin as she finished Korra's question for her. "I got lucky here once so I figured I'd try again and hope it'd happen a second time. Come on, let's go radio the freighter and see how long it'll take them to get here." Asami locked the door shut then headed forwards along the side of the ship and Korra followed after her. Their path took them up and soon they had reached the cabin. Asami sat down in the pilot's chair and picked up a square handset with a button on the side, which she pressed. "This is RCV Entropy calling RCV Fram. Over." Silence ensued momentarily before the radio crackled and a man's voice came over the radio. "This is RCV Fram. We read you loud and clear, Entropy. What is your status? Over." Asami hit the button a second. "We're at the rendezvous point and awaiting your arrival. What is your ETA? Over." "Approximately an hour, Entropy. Any icebergs or other obstacles in the bay we should be aware of? Over." "Some icebergs on one side, but it's clear other than that and the shelf is nice and deep. Request you send over a specialist after you arrive. Running low over here. Over." Korra suppressed the urge to snort at that. Asami might have called it a specialist, but what she really meant was lightning bender. Korra shrugged after a moment's consideration. Asami trying to avoid upsetting her was a thoughtful gesture and not one she wanted to tarnish by acting annoyed. "Roger that, Entropy. We'll send someone over as soon as we arrive. Over and out." "Over and out." Asami repeated before setting the handset back onto its rest. "Why did both of you say over at the end of every sentence?" Korra asked, her curiosity piqued by the curious use of the word. "It's radio protocol. Saying over means that we're done talking and waiting for a reply. Keeps us from interrupting each other since we're in different locations and can't actually see each other." Near an hour later, after Korra and Asami had finished breakfast, another ship joined them in the bay. The vessel was a third the height of and half again as long as the Entropy. Its hull was painted a cheerless gray and the name 'Fram' painted on the bow in large blocky letters. A pair of broad cylinders rose from its deck and white mists surrounded their peaks. The Fram slowed to a halt and a pair of boats hanging from one side of the ship descended until they were in the water. Asami stood up and stretched her arms into the air. "All right, there's our ride. Are you ready, Korra?" Korra glanced through the windows at the approaching boat before following Asami out of the cabin. Asami locked the door behind her then headed down the stairs. "So what's the plan, here? I don't know how much stuff that ship is carrying, but we can't carry it all to the villages by ourselves." "You're right. There's too much food and the ovens and windmills are too heavy and bulky for us to move ourselves." Asami said as she reached the first deck. "I thought about bringing trucks, but there's too many drawbacks for that to work. I ended up settling on bringing sled kits that can be assembled. Only problem with that is getting something to pull them. We have draft animals in the United Republic, but none that could survive the weather down here. I saw those camels when I was down here last time though and I figured those would work." Once the barrage of words was over Korra glanced towards the other ship before it disappeared from view as they went down a second flight of stairs. "So the plan is to make contact and bring a bunch of camels back here then use them to haul everything inland?" "Yes." That meant walking. Possibly quite a lot of it depending on whether they made it all the way to the nearest village or if a patrol spotted them first. And she hadn't even bothered to stretch yet. By the time they made it the rear of the ship the boats were drawing closer. The first had six people in it, five in the middle and one in the rear between a pair of oars. The other had a single occupant and she dragged her oars in the water until her boat came to a halt further out. The first boat pulled alongside the yacht and one of the men leaned out, grabbing hold of the wooden platform at the rear of the yacht. Korra jumped down into the boat then turned to help Asami. Her boots hit the deck and Asami swayed as the boat lurched to the side. Her arms flailed in the air before she grabbed onto Korra's arm to steady herself. Korra glanced towards the people already present. Asami was wearing an outer layer of canvas, but these men had declined to do the same. Instead they had opted for garments akin to what Korra was wearing. Heavy jackets with misshapen hoods and pants tucked over their boots. All of which were covered in long fibers of black and brown fur from some animal she had never seen before. Korra glanced down at the bottom of the boat. Between their boots sheathed swords lay next to several long spears and swords and wooden handled tools along with a bulky pack for each man. "Who are you guys?" The person to answer Korra's question was the oldest among them if the lines on his bare scalp and a face weathered by a lifetime of exposure to the elements were any indication. His gray focused on her as he spoke in a deep voice belying his small stature. "I am Ansen, captain of the Fram, and these are my men." He turned to point as he rattled their names off. "Herrg, Slin, Strud, Lisom and Osting. We are many things. Explorers, scientists, sailors, traders, and more. During this expedition, we serve at the behest of Miss Sato." Korra turned her head to conceal a frown as she leaned towards Asami. "Who are these guys?" She whispered. "You didn't say anything about bringing other people along." Asami shot an apologetic look towards Ansen. "Just a moment." She said before likewise turning her head as she whispered back. "I couldn't find any captains who were willing to risk taking their ship here. People are still afraid of the Fire Nation's navy. I ended up asking the UR Geographical Society for help and they recommended Ansen. He agreed to making the trip in exchange for a couple of favors. He wants to map the shoreline and to trade. I said I'd speak on his behalf, but neither happens unless your people agree to it." Korra fought back the urge to scowl as she glanced at Ansen out of the corner of her eye. Mapping the shoreline wasn't an issue. Him wanting to trade meant his actions were driven by a desire for profit though. It wasn't the most trustworthy source of motivation, but if it was greed or this shipment not being delivered, then greed it was. "Okay, fine." Korra said loudly enough for them to hear. "I'm not making any promises, but you can come with us." She looked at Osting, the man between the oars. "Let's get moving." Osting shoved against the yacht and waited until they were clear before dipping his oars into the water. He began to pull on them and the boat moved towards the shore. Korra glanced at the others as she collected her thoughts. "You can come with us, but if you want to live then you'll do what I say. You might have noticed it's cold here, but it'll get colder as you head inland. If you're not sure what you're wearing is warm enough then now's the time to say something because you won't get another chance." None of the men moved or said anything. They just continued to look at her without fear in their eyes as they waited for more. Korra shrugged mentally before resuming her lecture. "Once we're on land, be careful where you step. The plains aren't completely solid. There's giant crevasses and cracks in the ice. If you aren't paying attention you'll fall in one and no one will ever find your body. Now I notice you brought spears. Were any of you soldiers?" All six of them raised a hand, including Osting, though his quickly gripped the oar and continued to row. "Good, that means you know how to use those then. Any benders?" Slin gestured at himself and Herrg. "Both of us are earthbenders." "Good. If you need dirt or rocks then get some while we're at the shore. You won't find any once we get going since there's nothing but ice further inland. Now hopefully we won't have to use the spears or your bending, but predators are most active at this time of year so it's better to be safe than sorry." Everyone on the boat lurched in the same direction as the boat ground to a halt in the shallow water. Strud and Lisom leaped out onto the shore and the others in the boat, without a word being spoken, grabbed their packs and tools and tossed them over to the duo. In less than a minute the boat had been emptied of gear and men. Korra moved to the front of the boat and hopped out before extending a hand to Asami to help her do the same. Once they were out, Ansen and his men grabbed the boat and dragged it several meters inland. Herrg flourished his arms in the air and a large mass of small stones and dirt from the shore floated upwards and landed in the boat. He shrugged upon seeing Korra and Asami watching him. "Don't want it going anywhere while we're away." Asami reddened and turned away and Korra managed to stop herself from laughing. Almost. A small chuckle managed to work its way out and Asami reddened even further, the memory of what had happened to her boat no doubt in her mind. "Okay then." Korra said, hoping to avoid any future embarrassment. "We have a couple days of walking ahead of us. Get your stuff and let's go." Ansen and his men each slung a pack onto their backs and hooked a sword and one tool onto their belts. Their spears rested on one shoulder while they held the shaft with one hand. Once they had finished donning their equipment they fell into a loosely spaced line with the earthbenders at the front and rear. Ansen turned his head towards Korra. "Do you want to take point? You know the terrain." Korra tugged on the strap of her pack to check for any slack before moving to take the lead. The explorers fell in behind her though three of them hung back until Asami had joined the line, placing her in the middle. The bay dwindled behind them and the ground sloped upwards into a ridge. A gust of wind whipped at their clothes as it flowed over and between them. No sooner than it had died down when a second, stronger gust came from the opposite direction. Korra came to an abrupt halt and she sniffed at the air. It had been more than a month since she had left for Republic City, but there was no mistaking that musk. "Predator or prey?" Korra turned at Ansen's question and was greeted by the sight of his men already springing to action. They unbuckled their packs, letting them fall to the ground and pulled their spears off their shoulders. Each man turned to face outwards in a different direction as they formed a ring with Asami at its center. "Predator." Korra said, taken by surprise at the speed of their reaction to what had to be an unfamiliar scent. "The worst we could've run into." Ansen's head continued to scan the horizon for any signs of movement. "Will it attack?" "I'm not sure." Korra bent her knees as waved her palms up into the air and the ice at her feet dissolved into liquid before reforming into icy spikes that floated upwards. "Depends on whether it's a pack out there. If it's just one then it'll stay away from this many people unless it's starving." "There!" The group turned at Herrg's cry. His spear was pointed at the top of the ridge where a creature with fur almost as white as the snow had appeared. A polar bear dog and a large one at that. Its massive front legs were taller than Korra at the shoulder and the paws at the end wider than her torso. The beast's broad chest was thick with muscles and the creature had a great hump in its back. A pair of jaws large enough to engulf a person's head opened wide and a resounding bellow came forth. "Stay where you are. If we try to run then it'll chase after us." Korra said as she swirled her wrist. The spikes in the air turned until they were pointed at the beast. Its black eyes remained fixed on them, but it kept to the top of the ridge. Even so, its muscles remained tense, ready to spring forwards or to retreat. Korra's heart thumped harder as she watched for signs of any more of its kind. The gusts of wind picked up, bringing the creature's scent to her once again, but only from a single direction. "It's nice and healthy looking so it's probably not hungry. I'd guess it's been hunting penguins or seals since we're at the shore. Let's move. Slowly. If it doesn't follow then we're fine. If it advances then get ready to fight." Ansen's men retrieved their packs, two at a time, the others maintaining their vigilant watch. When they had all been fastened into place the group began to move. Korra led them perpendicular to their original path and after painstaking minutes, the beast turned away and disappeared behind the ridge. Mist covered Korra's face as she exhaled in relief. That could have gone a lot worse. If that had been a pack then they would have attacked, desperate from starvation or not. Korra gave the others an uneasy grin. "Welcome to the South Pole. Hope you enjoy your stay." That might be too much to ask. Right now she would settle for it not trying to kill them all.

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Chapter 37 - Chapter 37

Asami rolled onto her back and her head turned to the right as she looked at the ceiling. A metal vent was letting out a muted roar as hot air blew through its narrow slots. 'I guess we're far enough south that the heat has to kick on night. Won't be long before it's blowing twenty-four seven as we get closer to the South Pole. I should double check the engines and everything to make sure it's all up in good condition before getting underway. One more day of traveling and then I'll be back in the South Pole. Except this time I won't be looking for someone to marry. She'll be by my side.' She turned her head towards the woman in question and a fond smile appeared on Asami's lips as she gazed at her slumbering lover. 'How did I get so lucky? I had no idea who I was going to find in the Southern Water Tribe or if I even would find them. Man, woman. Someone ten or twenty years older than me, possibly. They might have been cruel or a drunkard, a fool, ugly or all of the above. They could have been anything, really. Instead I got you. A strong, kind, brave, beautiful and above all, wonderful person. I'm glad it turned out to be you, Korra. I don't think I could have found a better person for this arranged marriage.' Asami turned back onto her side and rested her cheek her bicep as she continued to gaze at Korra. The waterbender likely wouldn't be up for hours if the darkness outside their window was any indication. Under normal circumstances, staring at someone for hours on end wouldn't have been a very good way to pass the time. In this case though, she could make an exception since that person was Korra and Asami was always finding something new to admire every time she looked at the waterbender. Asami extracted her free arm from beneath the sheet then grabbed Korra's share of the blanket and moved it closer towards the other woman's neck. Once that was done she placed her arm back under the sheet and settled in to wait for Korra to wake. Asami shot upright to a sitting position and her head swung from side to side as she looked around the room. Light was streaming in through the window and the bedroom door was cracked open just enough for a person to get through if they turned sideways. The spot on the bed next to her was empty, with only a faint depression remaining as a sign anyone had been there. 'I must have fallen asleep. Well, time to get up I guess.' Korra's face peeped around the corner just as Asami was throwing the sheet and blanket off her legs. A goofy grin appeared on the waterbenders face. "Oh good, you're up. Stay right there." Korra pushed the door open wider and she stepped inside the room, with a food laden tray in her hands. "What is this, Korra?" "Breakfast." Korra cheerfully announced. "You were asleep when I woke up so I figured I'd surprise you with something to eat." "What did you make?" Asami asked as she watched Korra set the tray down on the nightstand next to her then take a seat on the bed. "Just some sandwiches and tea. I was by myself so I figured it was better to play it safe and not risk setting the ship on fire by making anything complicated. Still learning how to use the oven and all that." Korra said as she handed Asami a plate bearing sandwiches that had been diagonally cut. Asami took the plate and pushed one of the halves to the side. In the middle of the pieces of sourdough was a fried egg, strips of blackened bacon and a slice of white cheese riddled with holes. "Thank you, Korra. This is really nice." Asami said with a grateful smile. "It's been a long time since anyone's served me breakfast in bed." She glanced at the porcelain pot and cups that Korra had brought. "What kind of tea did you make?" "It's..." Korra picked up a torn paper packet from the tray and peered intently at it before finishing her sentence. "Lychee. Was the only kind of tea onboard that I haven't tried yet." She picked up the pot and poured some of the tea into a cup for Asami. "Not sure if it needs sugar or honey so I brought both to be safe." "That was thoughtful of you, Korra. Lychee tea can be pretty sweet on its own so its not always necessary." Asami said before taking a sip and held the cup towards Korra. "Though it can also be bitter, like it is right now. Can I have some honey?" Once she had received the additive in question, Asami took another and smiled. "Better. Thank you, Korra." Korra returned the smile for a few seconds before it faded as she looked at the sandwiches again. "Is this okay? I know it's not as fancy as what you're used to and all, but I'm getting better..." "It's fine, Korra." Asami said with a soft laugh. "Honestly you're probably a better cook than I am by now. I suppose I should have learned at some point, but I've never needed to." She picked up one of the sandwiches and bit into it. After swallowing she gave Korra another smile. "This tastes great, Korra. Come on, let's eat then we can talk about what we're going to do tonight." For a moment there was no response from Korra as she gazed mutely at Asami. Then she turned to the side and proceeded to snatch up the first sandwich on her own plate. She took a large bite and chewed hurriedly before taking another. By the time Asami had finished her first half, Korra was well into her second sandwich. 'I guess she doesn't want to waste any time.' Korra might have been eager to get to that conversation, but Asami refused to rush. She took her time with each bite, making sure to chew it thoroughly before swallowing and moving onto the next. By the time Asami finished eating, Korra was impatiently vibrating on the spot as if ready to erupt. "So... I have an idea of what I want to do tonight, but I don't know if you'll be comfortable with it or not. You've told me that you're not interested in pain, which is completely fine, but I'm not certain how far that limit goes, however. Is it just receiving that you're uncomfortable with or are you uncomfortable with giving as well?" Silence descended on the room and Korra looked away at the wall to her right. She fidgeted and tugged at the bedsheet, no doubt thinking the question over. Eventually she exhaled softly and looked back at Asami. "What exactly do you have in mind? I'm not agreeing to anything, but I want to know what we're talking about here." Asami scooted out from underneath the blanket and moved to sit next to Korra. "Nothing too drastic. I want you to spank me while... you go at me with a strap-on? Maybe one of my other anal toys. I haven't really decided, yet. But spanking is what I was hoping for, but only if you're comfortable with it. If you're not then we can do something else or just have vanilla sex or even nothing if you want. I don't want to pressure you into anything you don't want to do." Asami took Korra's hand in hers and squeezed it for emphasis. "So I know the book talks about this, but I'd like to hear it from you, Asami. What exactly do you get out of being spanked or flogged or whatever. It doesn't make any sense to me." Korra grumbled. "I've been wounded on more than one occasion and I know what pain is. Why someone would want to experience that during sex is beyond me." "I can't speak for anyone else, just myself. For me, pain sort of 'shocks' my system. Everything feels a little more intense with each stroke and it can even give me a bit of an adrenaline rush if I'm really into it. What I really hope for is that it'll push me further into subspace. That said, I'm actually a bit of a wuss and I only like a little bit of pain. Just enough to redden my cheeks a bit. Nothing that would make me bruise or anything like that." Korra slowly nodded once Asami had finished her explanation then glanced at the wall again. "I guess I can understand that. Sorta. I'll think about what you said today and make a decision by tonight. I'm not promising anything, just thinking." Asami leaned over and pecked Korra on the cheek. "That's all I could ask for. Thanks for being willing to consider it. I know this is a gray area for you. If you decide against doing it then that's completely okay and I won't be mad. I want both of us to be happy with whatever we do. Anyways, now that this is over with, I wanna say thanks again for breakfast. This was really sweet." She kissed Korra on the cheek once again then stood up. "I'll see you tonight." Her first destination was back into her room and over to the closet that held her every day outfits. She pulled it open and grabbed the canvas outfit she had been wearing the first time she had traveled to the South Pole. She would need that later today. For now, she threw on a pair of blue jeans and a black tee-shirt. 'Moving on.' The engine room was much as Asami had expected to find it. Mostly silent. If the craft had been moving then she would heard the low pitched whirring of the electric engines that powered the ships propellers. As it was, the only sound was a muted roar coming from the furnace at the far end of the room as it pushed and pulled air to and from the living quarters she had just vacated. There was a second furnace, but it was located a deck above and nearer to the bow of the vessel. Asami stretched her arms up into the air before she grabbed a stick with feathers glued to one end. 'Time for some dusting.' She took a few steps forward and swept the duster along a white box that rose to her waist and ran half the length of the room. Once she got to the other end Asami turned around towards a dial gauge mounted on top. On the inside of the glass cover a red arrow pointed towards a small black number. 'Sixty percent left on the batteries. We're doing better than I was expecting.' She tapped the dial and suddenly the arrow dropped to a lower value. 'Or not. Forty percent should be enough to get us to the rendezvous point though we might be running low. I'll have to turn the heat down to be safe. Break out some extra blankets. I'll have to radio the freighter once they get to the rendezvous and have them send a lightning bender over to charge the batteries. Course that means I'll have to hide all the sex toys and lock up the crew quarters to be safe. Speaking of sex toys, I have to decide which one I want Korra to use on me.' Asami turned away from the gauge and moved to another part of the room as she continued dusting anywhere she saw a speck of gray. Once she finished Asami hung the duster back up on its hook and grabbed a pair of rubber gloves that had been hanging beside it. She pulled them on then headed back over to the battery compartment and lifted the lid. Her gaze swept over the black and white rectangles for any signs of leaks or corrosion. After a minute she lowered the lid back into place and retrieved her canvas jacket before heading out of the engine room. As she climbed the stairs, Asami shivered and moved faster to dispel the chill soaking into her. 'So what toy should I go for? A hook would be fun. I could show Korra a knot and have her tie it to my hair before putting it in. That might be too much, though. I shouldn't push her any further than I already have by asking her to spank me. What else is there? Vibrator's a possibility, but Korra did that yesterday and I don't want to repeat what she did. It'd be a different toy, but still. Maybe I should stick to the basics tonight. Of course that's assuming she's even still interested in a session tonight. My request might have put her off it entirely.' When she got to the pilots cabin, Asami threw the jacket on and turned the thermometer up. There was a brief pause then the vent in the flower began to growl as hot air rose into the room. She sat down in one of the chairs and flipped the switch to retract the anchor. Once the anchors signal light turned green Asami pushed forward on the throttle. 'Guess I'll find out tonight. I really should take Korra up on her offer to pilot the ship. Because. This. Is. So. Boring.' Eight hours later she pulled back on the throttle and re-deployed the airbag. Asami adjusted the thermometer back to where it had been before pulling on the canvas jacket and pants that she had brought with her. A glacial eddy washed over her and Asami gasped involuntarily, drawing a bitter cold into her lungs. She bent over, coughing before pulling the door shut behind her. Asami shoved her hands into her pockets as she hurried down the stairs. The clock in the pilots cabin was indicating that it was late in the afternoon, but the sun didn't seem to have gotten the message. It hung low over the horizon at almost the same angle as it had the last time Asami was here. Despite that, the suns light did little to warm Asami as she hurried through the desiccated air towards the living quarters. Upon arriving she slammed the door shut behind her and bent over again, sucking in breaths of air far more pleasant than the ones outside had been. 'I wasn't ready for that. Forgot just how cold it is down here. These next few days are going to be rough until I get used to it again.' She climbed down the stairs and headed down the hallway. When Asami got to Korra's room, she leaned forward to peer around the doorframe only to find the room empty. Asami glanced towards the bathroom, but its light was off. She pursed her lips before backing up and heading towards her own room. Korra was waiting inside, dressed in a bathrobe the same color as the white couch she was sitting on. The waterbender looked up as Asami kicked off her boots before entering the room. "So, I've thought about it and here's what I've decided. I can't promise that I'll enjoy this or that I won't change my mind once we get going, but I'll give spanking you a try." Korra glanced towards the open closet where the impact toys were hanging. "I'll only be using my hands for this. Nothing with a handle. It feels too much like I'm holding a weapon when I pick one of those up." Her gaze swung back to Asami. "What kind of toy do you want to use? You mentioned that earlier, but you weren't sure at the time." Asami strode over to another one of the closets and wrapped her fingers around the item in question and picked up a jar of lubricant with the other. She moved to stand in front of Korra and uncurled them to reveal a metal cone with red glass inlaid on the end of its flared base. "I think a plug is enough for tonight. Are you sure you're okay with this?" She tentatively asked after a few seconds of silence. Korra gave Asami a faltering smile as she took the plug and jar, setting them to the side on the couch. "I'm nervous about this, but I'll give it a try. Can you do something to help get me in the mood?" "Of course." Asami cheerfully replied, hoping it would lighten the unease on Korra's face. "I do want to say one last thing before we get started. You're really strong, Korra. It's not a bad thing by any means, but that makes it easy for you to hit too hard without realizing it. Let's start light and work our way up until I tell you that we're in the sweet spot. I'll let you know with a thumbs up or a thumbs down if you should go harder or lighter." "Okay, Asami. Is there anything else to go over?" "Not for me. How about you?" Korra shook her head. "Green." Asami reached up to the collar of her jacket and unfastened the button there. Her hands dropped to the one below it and so until she had undone all of them. Asami's upper body began to twist from side to side as she pulled the zipper down and removed the jacket. She flung it to the side and her hips started to sway. Korra shifted on the couch as she sat up straighter and her eye grew more focused. Asami brushed her hair back over her shoulders before rotating on the spot, her hips continuing their back and forth motions all the while. When the revolution was complete Asami took hold of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She playfully tossed the shirt at Korra and the waterbender caught it with hints of a grin appearing on her face. 'Looks like this is working.' Feeling encouraged by the response, Asami's hands glided over the pale skin of her midriff from crimson bra to crimson panties. Asami continued to sway as she rotated a second time, but stopped once faced away from Korra. She unsnapped the button on the front then hooked a thumb into her waistband. As she pushed it down, Asami's rear shimmied in one direction then the other, making her thighs jiggle as she bent forward at the waist. She glanced back over her shoulder to see that Korra's eyes were aimed exactly where she had expected them to be. Asami smiled to herself as she straightened up and turned back around. Her hands roamed even more freely than before with hints of pushing her fingers beneath her panties. Asami's hips swung back and forth as she leaned forwards and squeezed her breasts together. Korra's tongue appeared for the briefest of instances as she licked her lips and swallowed. Asami planted a hand on Korra's knees and pushed them further apart. Asami then turned around then lowered her rear into the gap that had created. Her hips rocked backwards and forwards as she ground against the waterbenders pelvis. Korra placed a hand on Asami's back and eased her forward. "Wait." Asami glanced back in confusion only to see Korra removing the sash of her bathrobe. Underneath the white garment was nothing except bare skin. Korra tossed it aside, then grabbed Asami's shoulders and pulled until Asami's back was pressed tight against Korra's breasts. "Keep going." She stated, her voice bearing an unmistakable note of desire. Asami took advantage of the pause to undo the clasps of her bra and drop it on the floor. White cheeks rubbed on brown thighs and more as Asami started back up. This time it wasn't just back and forth. Asami rolled her hips from side to side then forward and back and combining all of them into a circular motion. By now there was no longer any thought of getting Korra or herself into the mood. Both of them had crossed that threshold and the only thing either of them wanted was pleasure. She leaned her head against Korra's shoulder while continuing to gyrate against Korra's groin. "Kiss me. Touch me. Stick that plug where it belongs. Do whatever else you want. My body is yours." She whispered fervently. "Good." Korra placed a hand on Asami's shoulder and gave a gentle but insistent push. As Asami yielded to the prompting, she found herself being guided until she was lying on her side. Korra undid the topmost string of Asami's panties and tossed them towards the clothes Asami had stripped off minutes ago. Asami then felt herself being urged to move once again and she soon found herself lying face down, her bottom over Korra's lap. "Let's get you warmed up, shall we?" Five fingers bent into hooks indented Asami's skin ever so briefly as they glided along her flank from shoulder to hip then back up the other side. At the same the fingers on Korra's other hand kneaded the muscles at the back of Asami's neck. Asami sighed contentedly and folded her arms beneath her as she surrendered. Her little striptease and dance might have gotten them going, but now any further advances were solely in Korra's hands. As was she. Korra's hands broadened their range down along Asami's sides and eventually underneath to cup her breasts. Asami closed her eyes and spread her feet further apart. Korra accepted the invitation at once, her hand diving in-between Asami's parted legs. A thrill of pleasure shot through her and Asami let out a quiet moan as those fingers stroked her dewy folds. An even louder moan came out as a finger brushed against another hole nearby. A second joined the first and they swirled around the rim non-stop while two fingers delved into her sex. Asami shuddered and she opened her eyes while turning her head to look at Korra. "I'm ready for the plug now." The fingers withdrew for a brief spell before returning to smear a thick gel on Asami's hole. They vanished again for several more seconds then smooth metal bumped against her cheek. Asami looked past her shoulder to see Korra's brow furrowing as she aimed the toy. Once it was just right she pushed on the base and the rounded metal tip nudged against her entrance. Asami exhaled slowly as she looked straight ahead and let her body go slack. She was as relaxed as she could be, but a certain ring of muscles still made a token show of resistance before permitting the toy to pass through them. "Let's do a few test spanks to figure this out then you can do ten on each cheek." Korra's palm came down on one of Asami's cheeks in response. Asami slowly swiveled her head to look at Korra with a carefully neutral expression. "Okay, I know I said go light, but that was a pat, not a spank." Asami turned her wrist and jabbed her thumb up into the air. A palm came down on her for the second time, harder than before. "Better, but you can do... twenty percent more than that." The third slap was even harder and Asami involuntarily clenched tighter around the plug in response. "Right there is good." "Right. If I'm spanking then you're counting." It was a statement, not a question. "Okay." Asami smiled to herself in the brief interval before the stinging slap came. She wasn't sure whether Korra had gotten that idea from the book or not, but it was a sign of progress. Korra was learning how to be a better top. "One. Two. Three. Four." Further claps came, each bringing more or less the same force. Each leaving her rear a fraction redder and each driving her body to clench around the metal intruder of its own accord. "Ten. Eleven." Asami shoved one arm between her and Korra's lap as she reached between her legs. Her fingers found their way to her clit and began to swirl in circles, desperate to relieve the ache these slaps were feeding. Despite that, she kept the number in her mind even as it grew higher. "Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen." After the last number was spoken, Korra's slaps came to a stop and her hand snaked into the gaps between their legs. Two fingers pushed into Asami's sex then withdrew before thrusting back in and curling upwards. Korra soon settled into a steady rhythm, but she wasn't done yet. Her other hand prodded against the base of the plug, pushing it to one side. Asami gasped as the plug shifted inside of her and it brushed against one wall. Seconds later the finger did it again, but from a different direction. She let out a desperate moan and redoubled her efforts as Korra continued along the same path. There were no more slaps coming, but that did nothing to soothe the ache in her cheeks. Even so the light stings had done their purpose and now both women were committed to the same goal. Her pleasure. Asami whimpered with need and soon trembles ran through her as strangled cries filled the air. Asami let out shallow gasps as she lay on the couch afterwards while staring up at the ceiling. Korra rustled through one of the drawers beneath the bed before returning with a red blanket, a bar of chocolate and a hand-carved wooden comb. She pulled Asami to a sitting position before draping the blanket over her shoulders and handing her the chocolate. Asami turned to face towards the end of the couch as she tore at the paper wrapping, heedless of the scraps falling free. Korra took hold of Asami's hair and began to draw the comb through the tresses. "Are you feeling all right, Asami? Do you need me to heal your bottom at all?" Asami shook her head as she took a bite. "I'm fine. A tiny bit sore, but that'll go away before long. Really all I need to do is wait until my system settles down then I'll be ready for bed." Korra let the locks in her hand fall free before grabbing another handful. "Okay. So about tonight. I didn't think I was going to like this, but I kinda did. Watching your cute butt jiggle was fun. Spanking's not high on my list of favorite things, but I wouldn't object to doing it again in the future. I'm still against using a toy though. Just my hands." "I can live with that. For me though, I think spanking all on its own is a little underwhelming. I need some roleplaying to go with it. Maybe I've been bad and you need to teach me a lesson. Something like that." Korra dragged the comb through one more time before putting it down. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Asami. "Like dirty talk? I can handle that. Honestly it should have occurred to me today, but I was too nervous about spanking you to think of it. I'll try to work it in the next time I top you." Asami laughed and snuck a quick peek back over her shoulder. "Oh? I thought you preferred being the bottom." Korra shrugged non-committedly. "Bottom's been more fun for me so far, but I'm starting to understand what people like about being the top. I'm nowhere near as good as you, but we have a lifetime together for me to get better and who knows, maybe someday we'll take turns calling each other Mistress." Asami smiled and she placed a hand on Korra's wrist while dropping her head back to rest on her fiancée's shoulder. "I'm looking forward to it." 'This has been a great week, but now it's all but over, unfortunately.' Icy plains were waiting for them, but not until tomorrow. Tonight she still had a warm bed to sleep in and a woman to share it with.

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Chapter 33 - Chapter 33

When Asami was four she had built her first crystal radio. A year later she had gotten into the habit of disassembling electrical and mechanical gadgets to try and see how they had worked. Radios, drills, bicycles, anything she could get her hands on. More often without permission than with. That curiosity she had shown as a child had led her to become an engineer as an adult. Even so, all the gadgets and motors had a rival for a spot in her heart. White foam gliding over fields of sand and the tumult of waves crashing upon the shore. The sea had always called out to her until she heeded the call and first taken her yacht out far enough to lose sight of the land. That was the day Asami had realized something. It wasn't the sea that had appealed to her, it was the beach and shorelines. The deep ocean was utterly unremarkable to behold. An endless flat plain where every square kilometer of dark blue looked identical to every other square kilometer. Traveling across the ocean was the very definition of tedium, but Asami had something to occupy her thoughts. What she was going to do with Korra today. More accurately, what she was going to allow Korra to do to her. Asami glanced over her shoulder towards the door of the pilot's cabin. 'I haven't seen her since breakfast. Thought she might come up for some fresh air, but no sign of her. Has she been in the quarters all morning? Not hard to guess what's keeping her.' Asami chuckled to herself and leaned back in her chair. Korra's first session had been last night and it had gone better than Asami had been expecting. The waterbender had taken to the role of submissive with surprising ease for such a headstrong woman. That wasn't to say there hadn't been flaws, however. Their negotiation had been lacking at best. Korra's only contribution in that regard had been to express an interest in pleasure as well as an equal lack of interest in pain. That hadn't been much to go on, but Asami had managed to make it work. Negotiations would be better today, Asami would see to that. It wasn't the only change to their upcoming session, however. They were reversing their roles and now Korra was faced with her first attempt at being the domme. Neither role was exactly what Asami would call easy, but the submissive role was, in general, the more passive of the two. Being a proper domme forced people assuming the role to be more active and aware of everything that was happening to their sub, as well as to themselves. It was a difficult role to learn for some, and Korra was attempting it after only a single session. Asami had made sure to bring the manual, but that would only get Korra so far. Asami snapped her fingers as an idea hit her. 'I can't plan this out for Korra, but I can give her options. When we start negotiating I'll get out the toys and restraints I like then let her pick what ones to use on me. That should be enough to keep her first time as a domme from being as much of a disaster as mine was. I'll have to prepare myself before hand though.' A smile crossed Asami's face as she came to her a decision though it faded after a moment. She drummed her hands against the arm of her chair while giving the ocean in front of the ship a cursory scan. They were entering warmer waters, but there was still a chance of icebergs out here. There wasn't anything ahead of them, however, and Asami rose from her chair. She moved over to the navigational chart and adjusted the magnet marking their approximate position. 'We're making good progress. Another hour and we'll hit today's distance goal. After that I can drop anchor and go below.' To Korra. When the time she had allotted had passed Asami dialed the engines back to zero. After that she pulled down on a lever. Nothing visible to Asami's eyes transpired, but she knew what was occurring below the surface. A heavy rope was spooling out of a hole near the bow of the yacht. At its end a bundle was unfurling into a diamond-like array of canvas sheeting and metal supports. A tremor ran through the ship as the contraption dragged the ship to a near halt. Asami rose from her chair and stretched her arms into the air before heading for the door. As she descended the stairs Asami began unfastening the buttons on her jacket. When she got to the bottom she took the coat off and tied it around her waist. Asami tugged her shirt out of her pants before pulling the garment over her head, wadding it up and stuffing it in one of her jackets pockets. By the time she had made it to the hallway leading to the passenger quarters she had stripped almost all the way down. The only things left was a set of black lingerie lined with lace. The bra did little to conceal her bosom with its diaphanous black cups and thin straps. Her elaborately patterned stockings ran all the way up her leg to an equally sheer pair of panties. Asami dropped the rest of her clothes on the floor before sauntering up to Korra's door and pushed it open. "Hello, Korra." She purred while posing in the door frame. "Are you ready to get started?" Korra had been sitting inside, her attention on the manual until Asami had opened the door. She looked up and started visibly, the book slipping unnoticed from her fingers as she stared at Asami. "Huh, what? Am I underwear?" She asked, her gaze remaining fixed on Asami's chest the entire time. Asami chuckled, feeling more than a little pleased at the impression her outfit had made on Korra. She held a hand out to Korra, palm up. "I'll take that a yes. I can't wait for you to have your way with me." To Asami's surprise Korra hesitated and glanced away, suddenly looking anxious. "I want to do this, but I'm scared." She said with a small nervous laugh. "Sounds dumb, doesn't it? I'm more worried about dominating you than I was about submitting to you." "Not at all." Asami quickly replied as she walked forward and sat next to Korra. "There's nothing wrong with being nervous. When I got into BDSM I was so scared that I canceled my first session with the dominatrix twice. My first time trying to top someone was rough too. BDSM can be really intimidating even when you have a lot of experience under your belt. It's okay to be nervous and it's also okay to not be ready for something. If you're not comfortable with doing this, then we don't have to. I don't want you to ever feel like you're under any kind of pressure to do something. If you want to cancel a session then it's canceled. I won't hold it against you or get angry or anything like that. Ever." "How did you get over being nervous, Asami? Last night you seemed completely confident in what you were doing?" Asami shrugged her shoulders a fraction and she glanced up at the ceiling. "Well... some of it was getting more experience, but I think the biggest thing is to not take yourself too seriously. The only person expecting things of you is you. You're not going to be perfect, you're going to make mistakes. Everyone does. What matters is that you learn from them and that you enjoy the journey. So far I've enjoyed mine. I can't predict how things will go in the future, but I know I'll enjoy sharing this journey with you. That is, if you want to." Korra leaned towards Asami, resting her head on the taller woman's shoulder. "I do, but trying to pull off the whole 'Mistress' thing isn't something I'm ready for. Is it okay if I just tie you up and play with you until you have an orgasm?" "Of course. If you want to keep it simple then that's what we'll do." Asami rose to her feet and grabbed both of Korra's hands, urging the other woman to stand up. "I actually had some thoughts about that." Asami said while leading Korra into the hallway then towards the room at the end of the hall. Once inside she walked Korra over to the hidden closets. "I've never liked being tied up with ropes, to be honest. The fibers irritate my skin no matter what kind of rope it is. I do like being restrained though and I've picked up several different kinds over the years." Asami opened one of the cabinet panels as she spoke before moving onto another one. Behind the first was an assortment of items hanging from hooks. Leather straps connected together with metal rings, belts of various lengths and thicknesses, sets of padded cuffs among other things. The second cabinet was equally full, but with a different selection of items. Many of them were shaped like dull pencils, but there were a handful of unique shapes as well. Metal cones with rounded tips with large round circles attached to a short rod on the other end. A metal hook with a sphere affixed to the business end. Several rubber toys with graduated spheres connected in a line. Korra's gaze swung from one object to the next as she stared at the collection Asami was showing off. "I... wow... that's a lot of stuff, Asami." "You haven't even seen all of it yet either, Korra." Asami said as she pointed towards additional sections of the wall that hadn't been opened yet. "Anyways, here's what I was thinking for today's session. My favorite thing to do is anal, with one of these toys to be more precise." She waved her hand at the contents in the lower half of the second cabinet. "I'm going to run to the bathroom and while I'm in there, I want you to pick out one of the anal toys, some lube, a set of restraints and a blindfold. We'll get on the bed, you restrain me and put on the blindfold. After that you play with me until I say I'm ready for you to use the toy on me. Once I orgasm we'll move right into aftercare. I'll want a lot of chocolate and to be wrapped up in a blanket. Those will be in the drawers beneath the bed. Does that sound okay with you?" Korra blinked at Asami once the monologue had finished. "Yeah. That's a lot more planned out than I was expecting, but it sounds like fun." Her gaze dipped back to Asami's chest and she bit her bottom lip. "A lot of fun." Asami smiled and she placed her hands beneath her breasts and lightly jiggled them. "Okay, I'll be back in a few minutes." When Asami exited the bathroom she had a towel in one hand and she was adjusting her panties with the other. Korra had stripped naked and taken up a spot on the bed and several items were laid out in front of her. Asami set the towel down on the bed. "Just in case we end up making a mess." She explained before turning her attention to the choices Korra had made. Four sets of black leather cuffs with a thick layer of padding on the inside and d-rings on the outside along with four chains with a carabiner on each end. Next to that was a red length of satin and one of the anal bead toys. Asami smiled at the choices before noticing the one thing that was missing. "Did you get some lube, Korra? If you're going to stick anything up my bottom then we're going to need lots of lube." "We will? Okay, if you say so. Anal like this is new to me. All I've ever done is rubbing the outside and a little licking. I've never actually stuck anything inside before." Korra started crawling off the bed, giving Asami a pleasant view of that heart shaped bottom. "Where is the lube?" "It's in the dispenser bottle below the anal toys. Same shape as the one in the bathrooms, but it's blue instead of white." Asami flattened the towel out then laid herself, face down, on top so that it covered the bed right under her hips as well as the surrounding area. "Okay, got it." Korra stated as she retrieved the bottle and carried it back to the bed. "Are you ready to get started, Asami?" "Green." Asami stretched her hands towards the bed posts above her head while pointing her feet at the opposite pair. The sheets rustled as Korra climbed back on and she moved up towards Asami's head. She gently eased her fingers between Asami's forehead and the mattress, lifting upwards. The ribbon slipped in front of Asami's eyes and was pulled tight and tied off against the hair on the back of her head. Asami closed her eyes, despite darkness being the only thing she could see, as she focused on the sounds reaching her ears to try and keep track of of Korra's movements. A rustle came from higher up and Korra took hold of her hand, lifting it up before soft padding encircled her wrist and the cuff was cinched shut. Her other wrist was cuffed in short order and the sharp clinking of metal followed as Korra hooked the cuffs to the metal chains. The sheets rustled again as Korra moved towards the far end of the bed. She grabbed one of Asami's ankles, pulling it further to the side before cuffing it to the post, then did the same to the other ankle. Asami brought her hands towards each other only to draw all the slack out when she was still short of being able to reach the carabiners with her fingers. Her feet curled upwards and her legs strained against the cuffs to no avail before Asami relaxed. There was no getting out of these cuffs until she asked Korra for it and Asami wasn't anywhere close to that at the moment. They were just getting started. Further rustling came to Asami's ears then fingers brushing her hair to the side and lips tenderly pressing against the back of her neck. The fingers moved to the middle of her back and Asami felt them press inwards for a moment as they undid the hooks of her bra, then tossing the wings to each side. Another kiss against her neck, lower than the first, followed and the kisses continued down along her spine until they got to the small of her back. Korra's hands trailed down to the side of her hips, then pulled on the string to loosen the pair of knots securing Asami's panties in place. Once the garment had been removed, the mattress shook as Korra climbed back up and fingers interlaced themselves with hers, giving a gentle squeeze before letting go. A second later and those fingers made contact again, this time the tips of each finger gliding along her arm, with a touch so light it was like being grazed with feathers. When they got to her shoulders Korra's hands dug in as they kneaded the flesh there, squeezing and relaxing in turns. Asami sighed in satisfaction and she twisted her head to the side as she relaxed. Soon Korra moved her hands to the small of Asami's back and the heels of her hands pressed inwards. They glided upwards on either side of Asami's spine to the base of her neck before looping back around. The second path was similar to the first, but a little further out and each subsequent loop further than the one before it. As the loops drew closer and closer to her sides an ache in her nethers awakened and Asami could tell even without being able to see that she was getting wetter. When Korra's fingers grazed against the base of her breasts Asami trembled and she let out a moan of pure desire. The fingers stopped right away, and before Asami had a chance to react, Korra sank downwards. Breasts squished against her back and the waterbender pressed the soles of her feet against Asami's thighs. Asami squirmed for a moment then arched her hips into the air as much as she could. Korra slid her feet into the modicum of space created and her heels settled against the inside of Asami's thighs. Asami's hips dropped back down and Korra naturally followed along, her weight keeping her tight against Asami while pressing the cuffed woman further into the mattress. Hands slid between Asami's body and the smooth silk sheets as they sought out the softest part of her chest. Asami let out another moan as fingers squeezed the tissue of her breasts, almost as gentle as they had been with her arms. At the same time Korra's lips pressed against her neck again and more followed, each touch painstakingly soft. A thumb brushed against one of her nipples, prompting it to stiffen further. Asami shivered in delight as Korra settled into a slow but steady rhythm, meant to raise Asami's arousal ever higher as it methodically continued. Kiss, squeeze, caress. In between kisses warm breath tickled her neck and those hands roamed to the flat stretches of her belly and the curve of her hips before inevitably returning to her breasts. Asami started to move one hand, intent on shoving it between her legs, but the chain brought it to an abrupt halt. She groaned in frustration and yanked again on the chain as if that might somehow make a difference. "Are you ready for the toy, Asami?" Korra's hands came to a halt upon noticing Asami's action. "Yes, I am." Asami said after taking a few seconds to gauge how aroused Korra had made her. "Remember to use a lot of lube, please. If you think you're using too much then you need to use some more." "Where do I put it? On the toy?" "Yes, but I also wouldn't mind you putting some directly on my anus, just to play it safe. Also take your time putting the toy in and pulling it out. We want to do this very slowly so it doesn't hurt or, more importantly, damage anything down there." Asami explained. The legs wrapped around her slipped away as Korra climbed off of Asami. A few seconds later and she heard the ka-chunk of the dispensers plunger being pushed down several times. There was a brief pause then a finger ran itself all along her rim, leaving behind a gel that she knew was clear from past experience. Lips pressed against her neck again before Korra spoke softly into her ear. "Ready?" Asami turned her head to make sure Korra could see the gentle smile on her face before she spoke. "Green." The smallest of the toys sphere, scarcely larger than the tip it was mounted on, pressed against the tight ring of muscles keeping this particular opening shut. For a brief moment her body resisted before Asami exhaled as she relaxed further and the thin toy eased inside, sending a thrill of pleasure through her. "Yellow." Korra said abruptly as the toy came to an unwelcome halt. "How many spheres do I put in?" Asami turned her head as much as she could towards her rear end and the item now sticking out of her. "Uh... what color are these beads? I can't see." "Orange." "Okay, that one is only ten centimeters. Go ahead and put them all in. I can handle it. Green." The second sphere was the same size as its predecessor, but slid in easier thanks to the extra bits of lube smeared on it. Next in line was a larger bead that elicited a murmur from Asami when it went in. There was a brief lull before Korra started moving the toy again. The fourth sphere, and the fifth, all took longer than the ones before as well as stretching her further. More importantly the longer it took for the beads to gain entrance into her, the longer Asami's elation lasted. By the time the last of the spheres was rubbing against her, Asami was moaning outright as the pleasure started to chip away at her thoughts. Even so she was still plenty capable of recognizing a problem. "Yellow. I need more lube for this one since it's going to be the first one to come out." Once again there was a pause as Korra pumped the dispenser twice and applied another coating of lube. The toy shifted as Korra grabbed the ring on the end and she started pushing forward yet again. Asami let out a ragged breath as her muscles began to yield and her fingers clawed at the sheets when the largest sphere disappeared inside her. Her body quivered and she exhaled shallowly for a minute before catching her breath. As good as that had felt, they were still only at the halfway point. Asami had taken all seven spheres, but now Korra had to pull them out. It was still a slow process, but one made easier by the fact all seven spheres had already made that journey in the opposite direction. To Asami's surprise an arm hugged her waist and its hand positioned itself against her sex. At the same time a vibration ran through the toy as Korra's other hand seized it. Both hands sprang into action at the same time. The fingers at her sex pressed on her clit while the other set moved away from her, easing the toy out in the process. Asami gasped as the first sphere began to emerge and those fingers began to rub her. Her whole body shook as the added stimulus shoved her to the edge. Rather than falling off it, Asami teetered on the brink, her orgasm stretched out and magnified as the spheres exited her as slowly as they had entered. Tremors wracked her body and spots of light appeared in the blackness before her eyes as the last spheres came out and she finally fell off the cliff. Asami collapsed on the mattress, the tension in her body fading in mere seconds. As she lay there a pair of hands fiddled with her cuffs and her limbs were soon freed from the chains. Asami rolled over onto her back and she reached up to shove her blindfold up onto her forehead. Her head turned as she looked up at Korra with a weary, but satisfied smile. "Thank you." Korra leaned down and she planted her lips against Asami's in a long and tender kiss. "You're welcome. Do you want the blanket and chocolate now?" "Yes please." Korra hopped off the bed and she pulled the drawers open in search of the aforementioned items. When she returned there was a blanket woven from thick white wool draped over one arm. In her free hand were a few rectangles wrapped in paper and foil. Asami smiled at Korra again as she undid the cuffs on her ankles before tossing them next to the ones that had been on her wrists. Korra set the chocolate down and unfurled the blanket, holding it up. Asami scooted towards her and allowed the waterbender to begin wrapping it around her. 'This was a good day. I wonder what's going to happen tomorrow now that Korra's gotten a taste of being a bottom and a top now.'

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Chapter 32 - Chapter 32

Korra came to a halt in the hallway and slowly turned until she was facing one of the doors. She brushed her hand against the item in the rear pocket of her pants, considering the line she was going to cross one last time. After a minute she raised her hand and knocked twice. Several seconds later and Asami's voice came through. "Is that you, Paran?" "No, it's me." "Oh. Please come in, then." Korra pushed the door open and shut it behind her before moving further into the office. Asami was leaning back in her chair, shoeless feet propped up on her desk next to a short stack of documents. She glanced up from the one in her hand as Korra took a seat in front of the desk. “How are you doing today, Korra?” “Better than I was expecting. Not perfect, but still pretty good. That's not why I'm here though. I wanted to return something you were letting me borrow.” Korra leaned forward as she retrieved an object from her back pocket, setting it on the desk and sliding it towards Asami. The manual whose pages described the vast array of activities, definitions and areas that all fell under the collective umbrella that was the acronym BDSM. Asami faltered as she looked at the book then up at Korra in surprise. Her feet came off the desk as she sat upright and set the piece of paper in her hand to the side. “You finished reading it?” “Most of it. There was a chapter where it started talking about... knives.” Korra replied, not bothering to hide her disgust and contempt towards that particular kink. “I couldn't finish that one, but I read the rest of the book.” Scarlet spots appeared on Asami's cheeks as her eyes glanced to the side, just enough to avoid meeting Korra's gaze while keeping her in view. “And... what do you think?” Korra scooted her chair forward, then leaned over the desk as she took Asami's hand with both of hers. “I'm surprised. Really surprised.” She admitted with a slight smile on her face. “When you turned me down, I started thinking you were timid or maybe just shy when it comes to sex.” She glanced at the book and began to blush herself at the mere memory of the things it had laid out for her. “But if that's what you're into then you aren't timid or shy at all. You're just very particular about who your partners are because you're actually really kinky.” She rose to her feet and walked around the desk before plopping herself, sideways, down on Asami's lap. “To be honest I'm not really sure if I'm kinky in the same way you are. I'll admit reading about it turned me on a little, but words on a page can only tell you so much. I'd have to experience it to really know for certain and I'm willing to give it a try.” Korra took hold of Asami's hand again and placed its palm square against the mound of her breast. “If it works, then great. If not, then I'm still willing to share my bed and my body with you. I guess the only question is when we do this.” For a second Asami's fingers began to squeeze then she shook her head abruptly as her cheeks reddened even further and she pulled her hand away. “Are you sure, Korra? About BDSM, I mean. We've had sex a grand total of one time and now you're saying you want to to try your hand at a niche fetish? It feels like we're rushing things considering we haven't known each for very long and got romantically involved barely a week ago.” “Is that really something new? I agreed to marry you five minutes after we met and the next day I left to accompany you to a city I had never heard of. We might be moving quickly, but that doesn't mean I haven't thought about this. I've had plenty of time to read this book and decide whether or not I'm interested. I'll admit it's intimidating, but I still want to try this at least once. That is, if you're willing.” “Okay.” Asami said in a soft voice full of promise about what the near future held for the two of them. “We'll give it a try, but there's a couple of things to go over first. You know how particular I am about anything that might hurt my reputation. Well, this is one of those things. I knew if I did BDSM in the mansion then it would only be a matter of time until I was discovered by one of the staff. We pay them well, but most people in Republic City are rather conservative when it comes to sex and they wouldn't be able to keep their tongues from wagging. So I had to find an alternative. Eventually I decided to buy a yacht and stash my equipment in hidden compartments on board. When I wanted to do a session I could head out onto the ocean until there weren't any other ships around and have at it. When I was done, I could head back into harbor and nobody would ever be the wiser.” Asami hadn't even finished speaking when a realization sank in for Korra. During their trip to Republic City she had visited her fiancée room just before their arrival. At the time she had thought the colors of the room and its decorations had been chosen to mimic their owner. Everything from the sheets to the walls had been one of three colors. Black, white and red. But now, with the knowledge she had acquired, the real reason for the room's decor had become evident. That room was where Asami played. Where she was going to play with Korra. A thrill of anticipation ran through her as she considered the destination she was inexorably being swept towards, but there was still a question remaining. “When do we take the yacht out?” “About that... do you remember when I was talking about building windmills for your tribe?” Asami waited until Korra had answered in the affirmative before continuing. “My team has finished fabricating all the pieces and packed them up. I've also used the money from the fundraiser to purchase a bunch of fridges, ovens, food and other supplies along with hiring a freighter to take them to the south pole. I shared the maps I made during my trip to find you with the captain and he says it'd take his ship a week to get there. What would you say to the two of us taking my yacht down there at the same time? You'd get to try BDSM on the way to the south and we'd be able to deliver the windmills and everything else at the same time. Not to mention it'd give you the chance to visit your father as well.” When Korra had left the south pole the goal had been to locate help for her people as well as laying the groundwork for rejoining the world they had been cut off from for so long. Regardless of the success or failure of her mission, Korra had known she would be making a trip back at some point. Even so, Korra could never have ever predicted the manner in which she would be returning. One week alone on a yacht with Asami. One week of debauchery the likes of which she had never known existed before setting foot in Republic City. Korra leaned towards Asami for a deep kiss then pulled back as she stared into those green eyes. “When do we leave?” Two days later Asami knocked on the frame of the door to Korra's bedroom as she peeked her head through. “Do you have everything packed?” “Two bags of clothes, toiletries, some books to read, a few decks of cards. I'm not sure if I'm missing anything or not.” Korra chewed on her lip as she eyed the small pile of bags she had assembled. “Don't forget your foam topper, Korra. All the mattresses on the yacht are soft ones.” Asami reminded her. “Right.” Korra muttered to herself as she pulled the item in question off her bed and rolled it up. “You said someone was stocking the yacht with food so I guess I'm good to go now.” She stated while tucking the pad under one arm and grabbing the bags with her opposite hand. Carrying their things out to the car and the subsequent ride to the harbor couldn't have taken more than forty minutes, but somehow it had felt interminably longer than that. It was everything Korra could do to keep from squirming as the driver navigated the countless loops and turns between the mansion and Asami's yacht. What made it worse was that the driver wasn't Asami, unlike all of their previous trips together in a car. This time it was one of the serving staff. Asami herself was in the seat next to Korra, just close enough for Korra to pick up on the pleasant aroma of vanilla. Close enough for her to reach out and touch, but she had to wait until they were alone. Ten minutes after that they had stowed their things on the ship and were in the pilot's cabin, watching as a tugboat was coming up alongside them. “What are we waiting for?” Korra asked as she watched the ship come to a halt and its crew began to cast lines towards Asami's yacht. “I'm sure you know how to drive this thing.” “I do, but I'm not certified as a pilot so I legally can't navigate the yacht from the harbor. That person there,” Asami pointed at a man climbing onto their ship from the tugboat. “, will take us out of the harbor then disembark once we're clear. I know you're eager to get started, Korra, and I am too, but we have to wait a little longer.” She gave Korra a smile that did little to put the waterbender at ease. Korra huffed and crossed her arms across her chest before moving to lean against the wall. Before long the pilot had arrived and introduced himself, but his name entered one ear and left the other without ever registering in her brain. As he steered the ship out of the harbor Korra's gaze stared out the window at surroundings that made as much of an impression on her as the pilot had. Despite her lack of awareness the docks and other ships dwindled then disappeared until there was nothing but blue above and below alike their craft. Korra started as a hand tapped on her shoulder and she turned to see Asami standing next to her. “We're alone now. Are you ready, Korra?” Asami held her hand out and after a moment Korra nervously took it and let herself be led out of the cabin. They descended the stairs until they were in a narrow hallway and at the end of it was Asami's bedroom. The location where Korra's first experience with BDSM was going to take place. Once inside Asami let go of her hand as she turned towards her. “I know you've read the book, but we should go over a few things before we get started. The first is that I'm a switch, so it doesn't matter to me whether you want to top or bottom. I'm happy doing either. Second, is that I prefer the traffic light approach to safewords. It gives you more flexibility than having one word that means stop. Last is what sort of things you want to try.” “Well, I'm open to trying anything once, but I do have one hard limit right now. I'm not interested in pain, so no spanking or anything else that would hurt. All I want to feel is pleasure. I also don't know what I'm doing yet so I think you should top me for our first session. Next one I’ll top you.” Korra lowered herself onto her knees and placed her hands on her thighs, before tilting her head back to look up at Asami. “Mistress. I mean, if that's what you want me to call you. I don't know if that's okay or not.” Asami took a step forward and she gently cupped the side of Korra's face and lightly brushed her thumb against the blushed cheek. She bent at the waist, bringing her mouth close to Korra's ear before speaking in a husky whisper. “Mistress is just fine. Is there something you want me to call you?” “Toy.” The manual had suggested other possibilities, but none of them had appealed to her. Their intent was to humiliate, a way of debasing the person to whom they were applied. Others might choose them for that very reason, but not her. 'Toy' was a better fit for her aim, being the thing her newly crowned mistress would play with. An instrument of pleasure. “Very well, Toy it is. I need to go change and grab a few things, but we'll have some fun when I get back. You stay right here.” Asami brushed her lips against Korra's mouth before straightening back up. She moved over to an empty section of the wall, directly opposite the white couch and canopy bed with its black sheets. She placed her hand against the red wood wall and pushed inwards then pulled the hidden closet door open once the latch inside had been released. From her spot on the floor Korra couldn't see inside the closet, but Asami retrieved something from within, then promptly disappeared into the bathroom. When Asami came back out the pants and jacket she had been wearing were gone. In their place was a dress made entirely of shiny black leather, that clung tight to her curves while still allowing her to walk unimpeded. Its plunging neckline showed off the top of her breasts while squeezing them together and even pushing them upwards for further emphasis. At the other end the skirt of the dress stopped at mid thigh and beneath that a pair black boots that were almost as high as her knee. The final piece of the ensemble were the bands constraining Asami's long mane of hair into a tight, but thick, ponytail. Korra's mouth began to go dry at the sight and she swallowed once then again. Each of Asami's steps clicked against the floor and the waterbender's heart began beating faster with each one. She went to another blank part of the wall, opening it up in the same manner as the first, and withdrawing a few bundles of blue rope and a pair of scissors. “I was thinking we should do something light for your first session. We'll do a few simple ties at first and if you're comfortable with those, then we can start restraining you more thoroughly.” Asami loosely dangled one of the bundles in front of Korra's face, giving her an up and close look at the smooth surface of the rope. “How does that sound?” “That sounds wonderful, Mistress. Green.” “Good. Do you want to keep your clothes on or do you want to be naked?” Korra's response was to rise to her feet and begin to hastily divest herself of the outfit she had chosen. Once it was in a pile on the floor Korra dropped her hands to her side to ensure her mistress's view of her chest and groin was unimpeded. “Should I stand here or is there somewhere you want me to be?” Asami aimed the bundle of rope towards her bed. “Sitting on the edge will do just fine for this first tie.” “Yes, Mistress.” As soon as she had sat on the bed Korra noticed a mirror mounted on the wall directly in front of her. It was tall enough and wide enough to encompass everything that happened on said bed. At the moment that consisted of her nude body and the woman kneeling close behind her. Asami planted a soft kiss against the side of her neck before passing the rope in front of Korra and drew it snug just against her upper chest. The rope continued to weave around and soon there were multiple lines above. Between her breasts along another set of strands ran up and over her collarbone before weaving together around her shoulder-blades. Asami's hands disappeared from view and after a few seconds every centimeter of the rope grew tighter as Asami pulled the slack out. Korra exhaled softly as the ropes squeezed the flesh of her chest and shoulders from front and back, above and below. They were tight enough to resist the expansion of her chest, but not so much that they inhibited her from breathing. As Korra looked at her reflection, Asami wrapped both arms around the waterbender's waist, her embrace almost as tight as the ropes. “I can't remember if the book covered this or not, but this is a bikini harness. I love the way it complements your magnificent breasts, but there's something more important than that right now. How do you feel, Toy?” Korra brushed her fingers along the ropes in the very center of her chest, reveling in the softness and the way the fibers hugged themselves to the contours of her body. “I like it. I'm already sexy, but this makes me look even hotter.” She said with a laugh while meeting her mistress's gaze in the mirror. “What's next?” Asami placed her hands on Korra's shoulders and pulled on them as she scooted backwards until Korra was lying down on the bed. “Next I'm going to tie your legs. Bring your ankles as close to your thighs as you can.” Once Korra had bent her knees Asami crawled around to sit next to them, two smaller bundles of blue rope in her hands. The tie this time was less elaborate than the harness on Korra's chest. Simple loops around the front of her shin and back of Korra's thigh near her hip bone with the bight and knot located on the outside. A second, identical tie went around her other thigh and ankle, and once it was finished Asami walked forward on her hands until she was looming over Korra. She leaned down for a deep kiss that Korra eagerly returned. After a few seconds she pulled away and glanced down at her handiwork then back at Korra's face. “How does that feel? Is it too tight, Toy?” “No, Mistress. It feels nice.” Korra said as she snuck a peek at the neckline of Asami's dress and what it held in place. “What's next?” “Now I'm going to tie your hands.” Asami explained as she sank back onto her knees and held one of her own out. “Give me your weak hand first.” After Korra held her left hand out, Asami gently seized her wrist and lowered it to the outside of Korra's leg, right to the bight she had just tied. In short order she had wrapped a rope around it several times and fastened the knot in place. Asami looked back towards Korra's face when she had finished and spoke in a soft voice. “Are you still doing all right? We can stop here if you want to.” Korra's brow furrowed as she looked up at Asami in confusion before it dawned on her. Right now she still had a hand free and could undo all the knots that Asami had tied on her. If she let Asami tie the other wrist then that option would be taken away and Asami wasn't sure whether Korra was willing to take that step. “I trust you, Asami. Green.” Korra placed her right hand in the same position that her left was, sans rope, and her heart sped up until it was pounding with excitement as Asami began to weave the second tie together. Once it was finished Korra let out a low moan as the reality of her situation fully impressed itself upon her. The harness on her chest made its presence felt with every breath she took. Her legs were bound in a way that rendered them useless for anything but wiggling about to no avail. Her arms were trapped via her wrists and her fingers were just out of reach of the knots so she couldn't untie them. Korra had never been as helpless in her entire life leading up to this moment. Completely at the mercy of the woman she had willingly allowed to truss her up in this manner. Even so, there wasn't even the slightest shred of fear or trepidation within her. She stared up at Asami, her arousal beginning to show itself between her legs. “Now what... Mistress?” Asami tapped one finger against her chin as she took her sweet time in admiring her handiwork. “You look so delicious like this, Toy. Maybe I shouldn't do anything but sit here and watch you squirm.” Korra groaned in frustration at the suggestion and a smile spread on Asami's lips. “Or maybe I should reward you for being so brave. Would you like that, Toy?” “Yes.” “What was that?” Asami asked as she cupped her ear and brought her head closer to Korra's mouth. “It sounded like you were trying to say something.” “Yes.” Korra exclaimed, louder this time. “I'd like it if you gave me a reward.” “And what sort of reward should I give you?” Asami lowered one of her fingers until its tip was tantalizingly close to brushing against Korra's erect nipple. “Should I play with these? They're so nice and stiff already, like they want me to pull on them. I shouldn't be hasty though. There's a lot of other places that I can touch so maybe somewhere else would be better.” Her hand drifted up towards Korra's neck, once again remaining so close enough that Korra could almost feel it while still not actually making contact. “Maybe I should give you some hickeys. I've always loved the curve of your neck right here.” Asami's hand traced a path through the air until it was pointing at the sole of Korra's feet. “You're the toughest person I've ever met, Toy, but I'm sure even you would break if I tickled you enough.” Korra shook her head and started trying to scoot away, but was only able to make it a few centimeters. “Nononononono!” She giggled wildly. “That's not a reward!” “You're right, Toy. It's not.” Asami agreed. “But this is.” Asami moved until she was kneeling in front of Korra, then put a hand on each thigh and pushed them further apart. She rocked forward on her knees and her tongue came out and pressed itself against the very bottom of Korra's sex. She dragged it upwards, but slowly, a millimeter at a time as she savored the taste. When she got to the top Asami's tongue pressed harder against the waterbenders clit. Korra moaned loudly and her head rolled to the side. “Ohhhh... Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?” “As you wish.” Asami's tongue grazed her folds again and Korra trembled with delight at the exquisite feeling of her mistress's slow moving tongue . “Is that reward enough for you, Toy, or do you want some more?” “More.” Asami arched an eyebrow and she sat back on her knees again before tsking in disapproval. “If you want more, then you should do a better job of asking for it.” “Please, Mistress. I want more. ” She spread her knees further apart, hoping that would lure Asami back to her groin. “Don't I look tasty?” Asami bent the index and pinky fingers on one of her hands before rocking forward once again. She rotated her wrist and pressed her fingers against Korra’s wet folds. A second later and they started to rub up and down against her wet folds until they were coated in Korra's juices. Once Asami was satisfied, she pointed her middle and ring finger forward and gradually pushed them inside Korra, Once they were buried all the way inside, Asami curled her fingers back towards herself. Korra's fingers clawed at the air for lack of anything to grab onto as those fingers grazed against one of her most sensitive regions. A smile crossed Asami's face at the reaction and her fingers relaxed before curling again in exactly the same manner. A sharp gasp escaped Korra's lips and her knees wavered in the air. Then Asami pulled her fingers out. “What? No, no, nononono. Why are you stopping?” Korra protested in dismay. The dark haired woman smiled at Korra with a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she licked her fingers clean. “I told you that you need to do a better job asking for a reward. Try again.” “Please, Mistress. I want you to keep fingering me. I've been a very good Toy, haven't I? Please. Please? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.” She begged in sheer desperation as she she abandoned her dignity. At least whatever shreds a person in her position, naked, bound and spreading their legs, still possessed. “There it is.” Asami said as she promptly wet her fingers once more, put them back in and began to stroke Korra once again. Her mistress was only touching her in a single spot, but those talented fingers were enough to paralyze Korra in place even without needing the aid of the ropes. The strokes continued without end, even as slow and methodical as all the others. Each enough to make her tremble with pleasure and melt that tiny bit further until she had been reduced to a quivering mass. Korra squeezed her eyes shut as ecstasy overwhelmed her and her legs began to shake as her orgasm struck. After a minute of ragged breaths Korra opened her eyes and smiled lazily at Asami. “That was fantastic. I'm done now, by the way.” Asami returned the smile before crawling forward and planting a gentle kiss on Korra's cheek as she started to undo the ties. “Okay. Do you need anything? Water, chocolate? Blankets?” Korra shook her head as she affectionately caressed Asami's cheek once her hands had been freed.. “Not yet. I just want you to hold me for now.” Asami lay down on the bed and rolled onto her side before wrapping both arms around the waterbender and pulling Korra closer. Korra squirmed a bit to get more comfortable and a blissful contentment settled over her. “Thank you, Asami.” “You’re welcome, Korra. I’m looking forward to tomorrow.” Korra’s eyes shot open and she stared at the wall, a note of discord suddenly intruding on the moment. The two of them were switching roles during their next session and Korra had to try and match how good today had been. Crap.

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Chapter 36 - Chapter 36

When Korra's eyes cracked open, light was entering the room despite the blinds hanging on her window. The slats were only cracked open just a tad, but that was enough to pattern her bed with alternating rows of light and shade. Korra's head turned to her right towards the other woman present. Most of her was hidden away, but Asami's raven black hair was strewn all over across the white pillow beneath her head. Her eyes were also closed and the only movement Korra could see was the faint rise and fall of the blanket as Asami breathed. She glanced towards the window again before easing one arm out from the blanket and waving it in the air above Asami's face. No reaction was forthcoming and Asami's breathing remained unchanged. Korra gripped the corner of her blanket and slowly, ever so slowly, moved it off of her. Once there was enough space she eased herself off the bed and walked around to the other side. She took hold of the corner nearest Asami's feet and moved, even slower than before until she could see every bit of Asami's nude lower half. Korra gave Asami an apprehensive glance as climbed back onto the bed. Asami hadn't moved at all, evidently still deep in slumber. Korra placed her hand on Asami's ankle as lightly as she could and took her sweet time in moving the leg further out to the side. Once there was enough room she lowered herself towards the mat and crawled upwards, hoping that she wouldn't accidentally jostle Asami awake now that she had gotten this far. As she moved, Korra's gaze remained locked on the prize she was seeking to claim. A pair of perfect folds parted just enough to give a hint of what lay between them and the trimmed strip of black hair above. She had been fortunate enough to taste it before, but only the once. The closer she got, the more Korra could feel her hunger sharpening at the fact she was about to enjoy its sweetness once again. Unable to hold herself back any longer, Korra covered the remaining distance in a flash. She seized both thighs and lifted Asami's pelvis off the bed as her tongue came out and ran along Asami's folds. There was a quiet gasp and Korra looked up to see Asami's eyes wide open and awake as she stared back at Korra. "...Well don't stop now. You just got started." Korra laughed and shook her head slightly. The other woman might have been pretending to be asleep, but that was alright. Being 'tricked' into eating her lover out was a ruse she would gladly fall for any day of the week. It was even a ruse she might steal herself, but likely an unnecessary one since Asami seemed to be more of a morning person than Korra was. There would be plenty of times where their positions were reversed. For now she had a task to accomplish. Her tongue flicked against Asami again and she felt an appreciative tremor in response. Korra eased the tip of her tongue between those lips and she dragged it down then up. She slid her tongue to the other side of Asami's sex and her tongue glided up then down. After several switches back and forth Korra moved her tongue up higher as she turned her attention to Asami's clit. Asami groaned and she tangled her fingers in Korra's hair as the first lick arrived. After several more Korra raised her gaze to gauge the reaction she was getting. Crimson blotches were appearing on Asami's pale features and her eyes were half shut. At the same time her free hand was squeezing one of her breasts. A thrill of satisfaction ran through Korra at the sight and she redoubled her efforts. After a few minutes Asami was moaning steadily and her fingers in Korra's hair tightened as her hips started to twitch. Korra adjusted her grip on Asami's thighs, keeping them from slipping away so that her licks could continue unabated. Not long after that she began to pant rapidly and her thighs quivered as her body convulsed. Korra waited until Asami's movements had stilled before crawling up until their heads were even. She lay herself down on top of Asami and kissed her on the lips, heedless of the liquid covering her own. "How was that?" Asami wrapped her arms around Korra and pulled their bodies even tighter together. Her lips parted and she rubbed her tongue against Korra's as the kiss deepened. After several seconds she dropped her head back to the mattress. "That was absolutely wonderful, Korra. It'll be even better when I'm actually asleep next time. I was too excited to actually fall asleep and stay that way last night. As soon as you started moving I woke right up. Maybe it'd be better if when you wake me up this way." "So you want me to surprise you? What if you're not in the mood? I wouldn't want to do this if you weren't interested that day." Korra pointed out. Asami shrugged dismissively. "If I'm not in the mood then I'll just tell you when we go to sleep. Now shut up and kiss me." "As you wish." Korra murmured as she pressed her lips against Asami's again. The kiss deepened before she drew away just enough to speak. "Maybe we should just stay in bed all day. You're not the only person with something that needs licking." "Tempting." Asami admitted with a laugh as her hands roamed along Korra's back and down to squeeze her butt. "But I still have to drive the ship today if we're going to keep on schedule. We also have to get some actual food and decide who tops and who bottoms today." "And how do we do that?" Korra asked as she wrapped her finger with a lock of Asami's hair. "We both have one session left. Do you have some dice we can use?" "I don't have any dice, but I do have some coins in my wallet. Do you want me to go get them?" Asami asked, her eyes flicking towards the door. "I'd rather keep lying on top of you, but I think figuring out our roles for tonight is important." Korra grudgingly admitted as she rolled off of Asami and back onto her half of the bed. "I'll be back in a second." Asami promised as she hopped off the bed. She hurried out the door and returned a minute later with a silver circle in her hand. "I don't suppose you know what I mean when I say heads or tails, do you?" She asked while sitting down next to Korra. Korra shook her head and sat up as Asami handed the coin to her. On one side a building she had seen a single time had been embossed, stairs, pillars and all. She rotated it in her fingers to look at the opposite side. On the other was an unfamiliar geometric shape. The top portion was a square that been rotated and there were two circles, one set inside of the other, in the middle of it. At the base of the square was a pair of stubby legs where the bottom corner should have been. "What is this, Asami?" "It's the symbol of the United Republic." Asami explained. "I think it's kinda abstract, but it's what the council chose. Anyways, heads or tails is a way of picking between two options. You assign one option to each side of the coin, toss it in the air and go with what the option that lands face up." Asami held her hand out and Korra gave the coin back to her. "So the building is heads and the symbol is tails. How do you want to call it?" "Okay... well..." Korra bit her lip as she looked at the coin. "If it's heads then you bottom today. Tails, I'm the bottom." Asami curled her fingers into a fist and balanced the coin on top of her thumbnail. One quick flick later and it shot up into the air . Korra held her breath as she watched it spin. The small piece of metal hung at its apex before the weight of the decision it was carrying dragged it back down to the bed. The answer to the question of the day. Which of them would get to experience ecstasy this evening. The coin hit the mattress, bounced once then came to rest. Korra and Asami both leaned forward at the same time to look at the coin then at each other. A grin played across Korra's face. "Well, I guess it's my turn again." "Guess so. Any idea what you want to do tonight?" "I have an idea, but I don't know whether you have the toy I'm thinking about or not. Is it okay if I go through your toy closets while you're driving the ship?" Asami tilted her head to the side, her curiosity clearly piqued. "You can if you want to or you could tell me what you're thinking about. I filled all of these closets myself so I know exactly what's in there and what isn't." "I'm sure you could, Asami, but I'd still prefer to look for myself. I'm actually kinda nervous about this and I don't want to get your hopes up in case I chicken out." Korra explained. "So is it okay if I look through the closets myself?" Asami leaned towards Korra and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Of course it is. I just thought I could save you the trouble. It's your session tonight so whatever it takes for you to feel comfortable with what you have in mind. I'll admit I'm curious, but it's also okay if you don't want to tell me right now. I'll have to insist that we talk about it before the session though, but that's not till later." Asami hopped off the bed then turned to pull Korra to her feet. "Come on, let's go get breakfast." After eating, then throwing on a pair of black panties and a shirt of the same shade, Korra found herself in Asami's room. Ahead of her were the hidden closet doors, though most of them had been opened by this point. She strode forward and pulled on the first closed door to open it. On the other side was a variety of items with handles thick and thin, but each with differing ends. An array of long black leather strips, the crop Asami had previously used, a skinny rod that tapered to a rounded point. Paddles with holes and paddles without. Korra threw the impact toys a dubious look before moving on. In the next closet was a set of small shelves attached to the pegboard, each with a single item laid atop them. Some were plain and smooth cylinders with blunted points at one end, but the rest were far more intricate. They had curving attachments on one side or were covered in bumps and ridges. One a mix of both. There was even what looked like a tooth brush, but made entirely of metal and a black half cylinder sitting at the bottom of the closet. Korra ignored all of them as she went for a tapered pale blue cylinder with a rounded head attached to a flexible neck. She tilted the device up and down as she inspected it. On the base was a round hole and on the handle were three buttons. One with a plus sign, the second with a minus and the third a circle with a dash intersecting it at the top. Korra hit the plus sign and nothing happened. The same result came after pushing the minus button. When she pressed the third button Korra's feet nearly left the ground as the device came to life with a faint whirring. If it wasn't for the sound and the way the device was trembling in her hand, it would seem like nothing was happening. The head was motionless to her eyes, but when Korra pressed her fingertip to it she could feel tiny vibrations. "Guess that's where the name comes from." She muttered to herself. As she walked over to the bed and sat down, Korra's eyes remained fixed on the vibrator. During their previous sessions Korra and Asami had used a number of toys on each other. Despite their differing appearances and use, each of them, strap-on, beads, crop, all had something in common. They were inanimate objects. In order for them to accomplish their purpose, they required a hand to wield them. Or hips in one case. This device she was holding, though, wasn't as inanimate as the other toys were. The way it was buzzing was almost like a living creature. It was a ridiculous thought since this thing was obviously artificial. Both in materials and the reason behind its creation. A device intended for the sole purpose of human pleasure wasn't the sort of thing one would find in nature. Korra laid one finger along the head then pressed the plus sign. The speed of the vibrations increased at once. She frowned at the device then started hitting the plus sign repeatedly. At first there was no reaction then the vibrations increased to a tempo several times above what they had just been. The device fell from Korra's hands onto her lap. The buzzing was noticeably louder than before, but still a quiet sound. More telling than that was the sensation of the toy vibrating against her thigh. The muscles in that region were jiggling and waves were spreading outwards across her leg. She stared in silence before a smile began to creep across her face. It was only touching the top of her leg and honestly it already felt nice. No doubt it would feel even better when pressed against a far more sensitive part of her body. She had chores to do before then, however. Cleaning the kitchen and washing the plates and silverware they had eaten breakfast from. Sweeping the dining room just in case of rats, whatever those were. Making lunch for herself and Asami then cleaning the dishes and silverware used during that meal. Sweeping the dining room a second time. The most important task though was cleaning her bed sheets after what she and Asami had done on them that morning. After all of that there was nothing left to do but read and wait. Hours later and the telltale squeak of the door leading to the passengers quarter reached Korra's ears. She raised her eyes from the novel in her hands and turned to look down the hall. A few seconds later and Asami came into view at the end of it. Korra placed her bookmark and snapped the book shut as she hurriedly set it aside. She rocked up to her feet and rushed out of the doorway and deeper into Asami's room. On the floor nearby was a collection of items neatly lined up in a row. On the left was eight black circlets of padded leather, each with metal rings on their outer edge. On the right side was four small bundles of blue rope. In the middle was the vibrator she had been looking at. Its head was pointed towards Korra and its handle aimed at the door. Her hands grabbed a wad of fabric near the collar of her shirt and she pulled it off to reveal a bare torso. Korra knelt down behind the toys and raised her elbows as she placed her hands on the back of her head. At the same time she spread her knees wider and straightened her back. Moments later Asami entered the room and came to an abrupt halt and she looked Korra straight in the eyes. Her head craned forward as her gaze slowly descended to the waterbenders bare chest to her underwear and finally the items on the ground. After a second she looked towards the closets then back to Korra's face, but not without a quick flick at her chest first. "So that's what you were talking about this morning. I'm guessing you've figured out what you want to do for this session." The corners of Korra's lips tugged upwards as she observed Asami's reaction to being greeted by one of the poses that she had been taught. "I have. I want you to tie me to your bed-frame and use the vibrator to wring as many orgasms out of me as it can." For a moment Asami didn't respond or react in any meaningful way. She just stood still and stared at Korra in motionless silence. Spots of red appeared on her cheeks as she blushed. They were quick to expand until her face was as red as it had been that morning thanks to Korra's tongue. "Okay, that sounds like the first part of a plan. How do you want to be tied to the bed? I see you grabbed some cuffs. Lying down with one limb per post?" Korra shook her head. "No. I want to be standing." She looked towards the beams at the end of the bed. "There. I tested the cuffs earlier and they fit around the poles. Not sure how to handle the vibrator. I know you could hold it in place, but I don't want your arm to get tired if this session takes a while." "That won't be a problem." Asami confidently stated. "I can tie the vibrator to you so I won't have to hold it. That is, if you want me to." She quickly added at the end. "Sure. That'd leave your hands free for... other things." Korra answered with a slight grin. No doubt Asami's brilliant and horny brain would be able to figure out what those things might be. "Sounds like a plan to me. Would you mind grabbing some more rope while I get changed?" Asami asked as she went to one of the very first closets she had opened. Korra glanced over her shoulder, but the angle and Asami's body kept her from seeing what sort of outfit was retrieved. "I'll need about two meters." The moment Asami's bathroom door swung shut Korra rose to her feet and beat a hasty path to the collection of ropes. She grabbed one of the tinier bundles and hurried back over to the row she had made. Korra placed the rope next to its colleagues as she knelt and placed her hands back on her head. Two clicks came from the latch of the bathroom door behind her as it opened in closed. Asami sauntered into view and Korra sucked her breath in while her hands came off her head as she stared. Asami dressing up for their sessions was nothing new. She had donned an outfit during each of their sessions, her choice dependent on whether she was the top or bottom. This time though, she had outdone herself. The black leather dress from before was gone and in its place was something far more tantalizing. Asami's shoulders and biceps were bare, but below the elbow her arms were covered in a material Korra had never seen before. Her torso was likewise clad beneath the collarbone and it concealed her crotch while leaving her hips bare. Asami's knees and calves were covered, but there were holes for her heel and toes at the end. The whole outfit was crimson, but made of a material so glossy that Korra could see a distorted outline of herself in it. Furthermore the outfit clung so tightly to Asami's body that it left almost nothing to the imagination, as if she was the one barely dressed. "What are you wearing?" Korra blurted as she looked Asami up and down, unable to decide where to look. The curve of Asami's exposed hips, how it emphasized her bust or the way the tapering of the outfit guided ones eye to the wearers groin. "It's latex..." Asami replied, her face suddenly turning pensive as she cast a critical eye to the outfit she had chosen. "The book talked about this didn't it? Do you not like it?" "Ohhhh!" Korra said at once, realization sinking in now that she was able to match what she had read about to the real thing. "It did, but the description doesn't do it justice. You look amazing." Korra gushed as she continued to stare at the red garments. "If I had known what you wearing latex was going to look like then I would have made you wear some during all our sessions." "Oh, that's nice to hear." Asami said as she nervously rubbed at the back of her neck. "I was afraid you wouldn't like it and ask me to change into something else or take off my clothes. I'd be okay with that, but I really like latex and-" Korra clambered up to her feet and threw her arms around Asami. She squeezed tightly, the latex smooth against her bare skin. "It's fine. You look incredibly sexy right now, Asami. Now come tie your Toy up. I want you to hear me moaning. Green." As soon as that last word had been uttered change came over Asami. The hunch to her shoulders vanished as she straightened up and her brow unfurrowed. At the same time her eyes grew more focused and she licked her lips as she stared at Korra with a smoldering intensity. Another person had emerged as the oft inwardly pensive engineer had vanished. The confident and self-assured dominatrix with whom Korra had spent becoming intimately familiar with over this last week. Her Mistress. "Hold your arms out." Asami said after gently pushing Korra's arms off of her and taking two step back. Korra obliged and Asami moved over to the cuffs. She picked two of them up before returning to Korra. The soft padding on their insides squished against Korra's wrists as Asami cinched the miniature belts shut. Asami's eyes snapped down to Korra's panties then returned to Korra's face just as quickly. "Take those off and give them to me." Korra turned around and bent forward at the waist as she pushed the piece of underwear down to her ankles. She stepped out of the panties before picking them up and holding them out to Asami once she turned back around. "Here you are, Mistress." Asami seized the wadded up fabric with thumb and finger and held it up in the air between them. Her gaze lingered on them for several seconds before she glanced at the shirt Korra had discarded earlier and a smirk crossed her face. "You know, I think youwanted me to take these since you were still wearing them when I came in." She considered the garment for several seconds before adjusting her grip so she was holding it by the strings. Asami rolled the triangular portion back upon itself before throwing Korra a mischievous look. "Open up." Korra opened her mouth and Asami pushed the black wad into it before looping the strings over Korra's ears to form an improvised gag. "There we go. What do you think of that, Toy?" "It's alright, Mistress." Korra said before tilting her head a few degrees at the way her voice sounded. Muffled but still far more comprehensible than she been while wearing the ball gag. "Huh, was expecting that to have more effect." Korra shrugged. "Will you please cuff my legs, Mistress?" "Since you asked so nicely." Asami retrieved a second pair of cuffs and knelt as she fastened them to Korra's ankles. Once she was finished Asami stood back up and pointed at the bed as she gave her next order. "Get on there and position yourself how you want to be tied." The mattress shifted beneath Korra's feet as she stepped up onto it. She raised her hands above her head so that they were pointing straight up. At the same time she spread her legs wider and waited. Asami grabbed the remaining cuffs and the bundles of rope before heading to the front of the bed. She tossed the ropes onto the bed then attached one of the cuffs to the post near one ankle before crossing to do the same on the other side. She walked around the corner of the bed and stepped up onto the middle of the mattress. Asami moved forward so that she was standing directly behind Korra as she fastened the cuffs to the upper beam. As her hands came down Asami glanced over Korra's shoulder and a devilish grin appeared on her face. "My, my, my. So that's why you chose this spot." On the wall facing them, no more than a meter away, was a mirror as wide and tall as the bedframe they were standing on. In it Korra could see every curve and swell of muscle her body possessed, not to mention the woman standing behind her. The look on her face was one of anticipation, but that would change soon, Korra knew. Soon she would be seeing the lines of her face twisting as ecstasy took her. "I can't blame you for that, Toy. You're certainly lovely to look at. I think I'll stay right here and we can watch you quiver together." Asami purred into her ear before picking one the first bundle of rope. Minutes later the cuffs on Korra's limbs and the cuffs on the beams had ropes running between them. Korra tugged on each rope in turn only to find the restraints secure and unyielding. As she did so Asami left the bed to go retrieve the vibrator before returning. Asami's next step was to wind a rope around the thin neck connecting the vibrator's head to its handle. After she began wrapping the ends of the rope around Korra's hips, lines running above and below the pointed section of her hip bones. Several passes later Asami pulled the slack out of the tie and the vibrator was drawn upwards and inwards until it was pressing against Korra's sex. Korra looked up from the toy and saw Asami watching her in the mirror. "Let's see how you handle warming up on the lowest setting, Toy." Asami reached down and pushed the power button and the device whirred to life. Korra twitched immediately as the head started to vibrate. She had known that having the vibrator on her folds would be more intense on her leg, but it only took her a few seconds to realize the extent to which her expectations had fallen short. Sex was nothing new to Korra. The flick of a tongue, hands roaming over tender regions, a strap-on thrusting in and out of her. All of these were things she had done . All were wonderful and most enough to bring her to orgasmic bliss. Even so they were all intermittent in nature. They all had pauses, however brief, between the movements that gave pleasure. This vibrator had no such limitation. It was constant, unceasing and its waves traveled into her without slowing in the slightest and would continue to do so until her Mistress turned it off. Korra exhaled softly and she looked up from the toy to see Asami's reflection smirking at her. "I think my Toy likes the toy. How about we turn it up?" One press of the button later and the vibrations became even stronger. Korra groaned and her fingers curled around the ropes for lack of anything else to grab onto. Asami chuckled and she rested her chin on Korra's shoulder while reaching around to cup her breasts. "That's more like it. I do love listening to you moan. It's such a pretty sound. Give me another." Once she obliged the order, Korra found herself rewarded with a squeeze on each breast. After one of Asami's hands drifted lower. A pair of fingers settled onto the head of the vibrator and pushed it even more firmly against the waterbenders slick folds. Korra let out a quiet gasp as the sensation running into her spiked then subsided once Asami released it. "Tell me, Toy. Do you think this setting is high enough? I think we both want to watch you having an orgasm." "Yes, Mistress." Korra answered as she reflexively looked her reflection in the eye. The vibrator had only just begun, but she already could feel the first lines of a tight knot forming in her stomach. "I don't know how long it'll take so please be patient with your Toy." "How delightful. That just means I get to play with you for even longer." Asami squeezed Korra's breasts again and Asami's hands began to wander. Palms glided along the flat of her belly, fingers traced her ribs. Warm lips pressed themselves against her neck on both sides as well as her shoulders. Asami's hands gripped the generous flesh of Korra's rear before caressing her legs inside and outside. The knot grew even more tangled as it grew ever larger. Moans drifted out of Korra as it grew past the point where it would remain contained and started to spill over into the rest of her. Asami, sensing what was happening, wrapped her arms about Korra's chest and stomach as she pulled their bodies tight against each other. Korra's hips quivered and her upper body trembled as jolts of pleasure ran through her. Her head started to sink forward, but a finger pressed against the bottom of her chin. Asami lifted it back up until Korra was looking at herself in the mirror once again. Ecstasy was written all over her face, from the dimpling of her cheeks to the tension of her brow and her mouth was wide open as she continued to moan. Once the climax had run its course, Korra looked down at her groin. The toy was still vibrating, completely oblivious to the fact it had just given her an orgasm. What was more is that it wasn't the last she was going to have. The real question was just how many she could have, how long she could endure this relentless toy before she cracked and asked her mistress to turn it off. Four? Five? More? Less? Korra groaned as she eagerly resigned herself to figuring out the answer to that question. Asami reached down and pressed one of the buttons on the vibrator and the toy switched back to the lower setting. Korra's eyes flicked to the side as she made eye contact with Asami. "What are you doing?" Korra mumbled through her panties. "Giving you a breather, Toy. We have all night for this and it's no good if you go numb after your first orgasm. I want you to have lots more." Korra let out a shuddering breath and she forced herself to let go of the ropes. Even on the lowest setting the vibrator was near impossible to ignore and its efforts drew her attention back to it. The one distraction she had was Asami's lips and hands as they persisted in kissing and caressing the parts of her beyond the reach of the vibrator. After a minute Asami turned the vibrator back up, not that it was needed. Another knot started to form, faster than the first one had, and she was right back where she had been only moments before. Staring at herself in the mirror as the device inexorably dragged her towards another orgasm. When it came the muscles in Korra's back and thighs tightened of their own accord as if trying to lift a great burden. She moaned even louder and more frequently than before and her arms tugged at the ropes more than once. Asami chuckled and lowered the vibrator setting just like she had the previous time. All too soon the minute had passed and Asami whispered into Korra's ear again. "That's two, Toy. I'm not satisfied with that and I'm pretty sure you aren't either." Asami's hand drifted to the vibrator and her finger hit the plus sign not once, but twice. Korra's eyes widened and a sharp hiss of air escaped her lips as the vibrator's head moved even faster. Before it had been moving quickly, but the pace had been decidedly pleasant in Korra's estimation. Now though, it was as if a threshold had been crossed. Asami had only turned it up one level, but that was enough for the vibrator to become all encompassing. She was no longer aware of how the improvised gag even muffling her shrill cries. Looking at herself in the mirror was unimportant. Even her Mistress's touches faded away. The only thing occupying her attention was the incessant shaking of the device fixed between her legs. Korra's breasts swung from side to side as her hips thrashed and she continually pulled against her restraints with all four limbs, but it was in vain. No matter how much she squirmed, Asami's ropework had been exact and there was no escape. Not that she really wanted to get away from the vibrator. It's mechanical touch was more intense than anything Korra had experienced before, but she still knew Asami's guiding hand was the one in control of the device. Her moans came faster and faster until they merged into a single keen wail. Once her voice fell silent Korra sagged against the ropes as the strength went out of her limbs. One click later and the vibrator grew still. Korra groaned, half in protest, half in relief as she stared at the disheveled woman in the mirror. Three orgasms and three levels on the vibrator. This had been a good session, but that device could go even higher. Whether or not she could was an entirely different question and one that wouldn't be put to the test until another day. Right now she wanted out of these ropes, a task Asami was already working on, then for the post-session meal of dark chocolate bars she had grown accustomed to. After that she was going to fall asleep in her lovers arms.

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Chapter 35 - Chapter 35

Asami stifled a yawn as she trudged towards her couch, bucket held in a hand sporting a yellow rubber glove. Her other hand, clad in an identical glove, picked up a slender blue cylinder with a round tip and dropped it in the bucket with a loud thump. She set the bucket down and picked up one of the cushions that she and Korra had been lying on the previous night. Asami rotated it in her hands before finding the zipper located on the side. She pulled on it until all the teeth had come unfastened, then shook the cushion until the interior pad shimmied out and fell to the floor. After two more cushions she picked the bucket back up and moved towards her bathroom, covers held at arm's length. In the bathroom was an oversized stainless steel sink with plenty of room left over for the bucket she was carrying. Opposite it was a washer and dryer, both of which had already been opened. Asami dropped the covers into the washer before pulling one of her gloves off. She grabbed hold of a nearby box of detergent and poured some of the white powder inside. After she closed the lid and turned the dials. The machine began to rumble as Asami turned back to the sink. She turned one of the dials and a thin stream of hot water poured out of the faucet into the waiting bucket below. She squirted a dab of soap into the glove she was still wearing before putting the second one back on, careful not to touch the outside with her bare skin. Asami rubbed the toy at a frenetic pace while turning it over and over until every square millimeter had been covered in soapy suds. Finally she ran it underneath the stream to clean it off before dropping it back into the bucket. She pulled the gloves off and tossed them into a red bucket on the floor next to the sink. On the front of the second bucket was a white label with a single word written on it. 'Disposal.' She rested her hands on the sink and watched as the water continued to fill the bucket. After a minute it came to a grooved indentation running around the perimeter of the container. Asami turned the water off and picked up a measuring cup full of clear, foul smelling liquid from the counter. She tipped it over and the bleach joined the water below. Lastly she picked up a thin wooden stick and used it to stir the mixture together before setting a nearby timer to fifteen minutes. Asami leaned against the wall before sliding down to sit on her butt as she waited. 'I really should have done this last night, to be honest. Would have been more hygienic than leaving it until the next morning...' Asami suppressed a shudder of revulsion at the thought of what could have been growing and spreading through the long hours of the night as the used sex toy lay on the couch cushions. 'It's not like I had the chance though. Korra was super cuddly after our session last night and I didn't want to let her go either. She wasn't there when I woke up so she must have gone back to her room after I fell asleep. I suppose that's because my bed is too soft for Korra and her foam pad is in her room. It was nice to hold her in my arms though...' When the timer went off Asami put a hand on the floor and shoved herself back up onto her feet. She took a step forward to the sink and grabbed the bucket by the sides, being careful not to let any part of brush against the handle. Asami upended it and the contents poured out into the sink. She seized the faucet with one hand and pulled. The head and the metal hose it was attached to came out. Asami aimed it at the bottom of the sink, dousing the toy in water. Once the suds had disappeared Asami retrieved the dildo and wiped it dry with a hand towel that she then threw into a white bucket labeled 'laundry. With her laundry done, at least partly, it was time for a more enjoyable task. Eating. Asami tilted her head back to look upwards as she exited the passengers quarters. A few stray clouds drifted through the sky, but none large enough to obscure the sun as it began its daily ascent. The air still felt pleasant, but decidedly cooler than it had been the previous day and the temperature would begin to drop fast as they approached the polar regions. As she entered the kitchen door Asami sniffed in hopes that something would already be cooking prior to her arrival. The air was devoid of any scent and the dining room table bare. Asami moved forward to look into the kitchen to see nothing except a plate and glass sitting in the drying rack. 'Oh, I guess Korra already ate. She wasn't in her room when I checked though. She must be above deck somewhere right now.' She frowned to herself as she opened the fridge and looked at its contents. More breads and cheeses all wrapped up to preserve them longer. Jars of various jams and spreads, links and cuts of meat that hadn't been opened yet. Half a dozen different colors of fruits and vegetables held in drawers at the bottom. There were also dry goods available to her, but those were stored in the pantry closet adjacent to the large white fridge. No matter what Asami chose, she would be eating alone. Asami straightened up and turned to look at the empty chairs in the dining room. The door slowly swung shut as she frowned to herself, a sudden feeling of disquiet arising in her. 'It's just breakfast. By myself. I've eaten alone plenty of times and never had a problem with it. Why is this bothering me? Have I gotten that used to sharing breakfast with Korra? How long has it been since we didn't eat breakfast together? Two weeks? Three? I guess it was at the meeting with the council since I wasn't at home. She still brought me some food though so maybe that doesn't count. Other than that we've eaten breakfast together since getting to Republic City. Until now. I guess I've just gotten used to her always being there...' Asami glanced at the chairs again before shaking her head to try and dispel the discomfort she was feeling. She opened the fridge again and grabbed the loaf of bread and camembert that was left over from yesterday. After she finished eating and cleaning up after herself Asami left the kitchen and headed upwards. When she reached the upper deck Asami's head swiveled as she looked for Korra, but there was no sign of the waterbender. Asami pursed her lips as she headed towards the bow of the ship, but there was nothing but deck chairs in sight. 'Where is she? The only place left is the pilot's cabin, but why would she be in there?' Korra was sitting in the pilot's chair when Asami entered. A book sat open in her lap and her gaze flipped back and forth between it and the control board. One hand was hovering over the controls and Korra was muttering to herself as it moved from switch to dial to meter. Asami waited in the doorway a moment to see if Korra had noticed the sound of it opening. After a moment she cleared her throat. The book went flying into the air as Korra lurched out of her chair. Her knees bent beneath her as Korra spun to face the door before she froze in place. "Oh, it's you, Asami. You... started me." 'That's the stance she takes when we spar in the gym...' Asami let out a nervous chuckle. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to sneak on you, Korra." She walked forward and bent at the waist to pick the book up. Asami turned it over to look at the front cover. It was the owners manual to the vessel they were currently in. She gave it a curious frown before glancing at Korra, then the dashboard, then Korra again. "Are you trying to teach yourself how to pilot the ship?" Korra shrugged as she looked towards the dashboard. "Trying being the keyword. This thing is really complicated. I get what the steering wheel is for, but that's about it so far. I've gotten stuck trying to learn the controls and what these gauges are measuring. I was hoping to give you a break from having to drive the ship, but I don't think I'll be able to figure this out before we get to the South Pole." "Well, I appreciate the thought, Korra." Asami said, a fuzzy feeling welling up as Korra explained her intentions. "There's nothing wrong with not being able to figure it out in a couple of hours. Honestly I'd have been shocked if you had. Learning how to pilot a ship this size isn't easy. It can take years for professional pilots to become certified. It took me a few weeks to learn myself and all I do is putter around on the ocean when no one else is around. I wouldn't dare try to pilot this thing in the harbor or any place where I might run into something or someone." "In that case,is there anything else I can do to help out around the ship?" "Hmmm." Asami tapped one finger against her chin. "I suppose you could answer a question for me. What would you say to sleeping with me?" "Sleeping with you?" Korra's head tilted to the side. "Are you still waking up, Asami? Because we're already sleeping together. You didn't forget last night, did you? Or the nights before that?" "No, no, no. Of course not." Asami exclaimed, her cheeks reddening as an image popped into her head. A naked Korra lying on the couch with her legs up in the air as Asami thrust into her with a strap-on. "I didn't mean sex. I literally meant sleeping together. Not sexually. I mean, we'll do that too of course, but I'm talking about sharing a bed. At night. When we decide to go to sleep. I know this is out of the blue, but our relationship has been going pretty well and we're both pretty comfortable with each other and I think this-" "Stop." Korra said, but with a smile to soften her interrupting Asami to keep her from rambling further. "You don't need to try and sell me on this. I'd like sleeping together too. The only thing that's stopped me from bringing it up is we have different ideas on what makes a bed comfortable. You like soft mattresses and I need something harder or I can't fall asleep." "I know, but we can work around that. We could set the pad up so that it covers your half of the mattress and leaves the other half for me. Cuddling could be awkward, but it's the best compromise I can think of though I've only been thinking about it for thirty seconds." "It's fine, Asami. I'll figure it out while you're piloting the ship and it'll be done by the time you come down to eat dinner and top me. Speaking of which, I'd like you to gag me today. I'm assuming you have some onboard, but I don't know what kinds I'll like until I try them on. After that I'd like you to give me an orgasm. Your choice how. I'm feeling kinda drained from yesterday so I'd like today's session to be less intense." Korra had barely finished speaking when conflicting emotions washed over Asami. Relief that Korra shared her desire for a form of intimacy they had yet to share and the willingness to make it work. The other was a reinforcement of a fact she was already aware of. That there was another session on the way. This gorgeous woman was placing herself in Asami's hands. Trusted Asami enough to that she was willing to be completely vulnerable. That she wanted to be vulnerable, to be Asami's Toy. Asami tossed the book aside as she moved to rest her arms on Korra's shoulders and kiss the other woman on the cheek. "Of course. I'm looking forward to it and I already know just the thing for this session, after you pick a gag of course. Are you going to stay up here and keep reading?" Asami asked with a meaningful glance towards the ship's manual. Korra raised her hands again, placing them on Asami's sides. "Maybe later. Right now my brain feels like mush." Korra admitted. "I think I'll go try to rig the pad so we can share the mattress in my room. I figure that's a better choice since we play in your room. My sheets are clean, though it might not stay that way. If we're sharing a bed then I wouldn't mind if you fondled me or ate me out to wake me up. At least as long as I get six or seven hours of sleep." Asami's head immediately tipped downwards as she looked through the gap between the two of them at the waterbenders hips. She had eaten what lay between them the first time they had sex, but only a couple of tastes since then. And now she had just received an almost free license to make a proper meal out of it in the morning. At least on days when she woke up before Korra, which wasn't always going to happen. "Well, in that case it's only fair if I extend you the same privilege." A crooked grin appeared on Korra's face as Asami finished speaking. Immediately Asami's heart sped up. 'Not hard to guess what she's thinking about right now. I suppose the real question is who wakes up first tomorrow. No idea who it'll be, but I have a feeling neither of us is going to be wearing underwear to bed tonight. Well, maybe not her. I do have some crotchless panties I could break out.' While the question of what clothing, or even none at all, to sleep in was an entertaining one, Asami had work to do. Namely spend the next several hours staring out at a, hopefully featureless ocean aside from one brief interlude to throw her things into the dryer. Once the time allotted had elapsed Asami deployed the anchor and headed below to the kitchen. She had eaten a fair amount at breakfast, but still needed something to tide her over for the rest of the night. After she headed back to the quarters. The door to Korra's room was standing open and Asami stopped next to it and rapped her knuckles against the frame as she looked inside. Korra, bare feet and all, was sitting on her bed, novel in hand. However her bed looked notably uneven to Asami's eyes. The half that Korra was sitting on stood higher than the other and the corners of the fitted sheet stopped short of covering the mattress completely. "Ready to get started, Korra?" Korra picked up a thin bookmark from the dresser next to the mattress and placed it between the pages of her book. She set the book down then eagerly hopped off the bed. "Lead the way, Asami." After entering her room Asami cut a path straight over to her hidden closets and opened one of the few panels still remaining. Inside was the collection of gags she had assembled into four distinct sections on a pegboard. Rubber spheres of various sizes and colors hung from short connectors attached on opposing sides. The second contained a selection of leather and PVC straps, some of which had metal buttons at the end and others sported tiny d-rings. In the third there were a pair of thin rubber cylinders with metal rings and corded ropes at either end, several tangles of straps and buckles, some of which also contained squares of leather. Finally the fourth held several rings of metal Korra's eyes moved from left to right then downwards as she examined each item. After a minute she turned towards Asami. "I'm a little confused. Why do you have so many balls and why are they separate from the straps?" "Well, I like ball-gags too, but I don't share toys with other people. The red balls are mine and the blue balls are yours." Asami said as she pointed at the differently colored sections. "You don't share toys?" Korra echoed, her brow furrowing. "But you used a strap-on yesterday..." "I did, but you might have noticed it was blue like these balls here. When you agreed to doing sessions on this trip I went out and ordered a set of toys specifically for you and you alone. As for your other question, the straps are designed so that the balls can be removed and you can put in whatever size ball you think is comfortable. I have a few different kinds of gags for that. Question is what kind you're interested in trying. I'm sure you've read about all of these, but a quick refresher never hurts. Asami raised her hand to point at the contents of the pegboard. "There's regular ball gags of course." She tapped on a plain set of straps lacking only a ball to be complete. "Face harnesses." Asami gestured to one of the sets of tangles. "And then there's a face harness with a panel that goes over the mouth. There's also some other types to choose from if you're feeling adventurous." Asami moved her finger to a metal ring with broad leather straps fastened to opposite sides. "Ring gags are nice if you want to stick something into the wearer's mouth. Fingers or other, bigger, things. Bit gags can be good, though I'm not a big fan personally. It's not in this section, but I have some tape that only sticks to itself so it won't pull any hairs or leave residue. If you want I could just tape your mouth shut." Korra's eyes scanned through the gags in front of her again. Her hand moved forward, faltered and came to a stop in midair. After a few more seconds she squared her shoulders and reached for one of the blue spheres. "Can't say I'm not tempted by some of the other ones, but I've never worn a gag before so I'll keep it simple and start with the smallest one." The waterbender grabbed one of the straps and fastened it to the attachments on the ball. She started to place the sphere between her lips before hesitating. "Would you mind getting my hair for me, Asami?" "Of course." Asami took hold of the untamed mess of brown hair and lifted it off the other woman's neck. Korra spread her lips and teeth as she pulled the straps against her cheeks. As the slack disappeared, the ball lodged itself between them and Korra cinched the straps in place to hold it fast. Asami let the hair fall back into place and Korra turned around. "Oay, es gt sarted – oh wow, I cnt tak wih tis ting in. Grn. Grn!" "Are you trying to say green, Korra?" Asami asked from behind her hand as she struggled, and mostly failed, to hold back giggles. While the gag was currently preventing Korra from speaking clearly there was no mistaking the thumbs up she gave Asami. If that wasn't enough, Korra took a step forward and claimed Asami's hand with both of hers. She pulled it away from Asami's lips and placed it upon one of her breasts. As the nipple began to stiffen against her palm Asami could already sense herself slipping into a state of being she had become intimately familiar with over the years. As it grew to encompass her, it drove any thought of other matters beyond her present awareness. Her plans for tomorrow and the days beyond vanished along with any lingering doubts or unease they might carry. There was no longer anything else in this moment. There was only this room. There was only her Toy and the plans she had fashioned earlier for her. "Well that gag looks nice on you, Toy, but you have a big problem you need to fix." Asami's finger trailed down along Korra's shirt and the flat stomach beneath it until it got to the waterbender's pants. She hooked her finger into the waistband and tugged Korra closer to her. "You're still wearing clothes. Now what do you think you can do to remedy that?" Korra's hands immediately went to the hem of her shirt and she pulled it off and threw it to the side. Asami smiled in satisfaction as her eyes went straight to Korra's bare torso, muscled abs and those glorious breasts. Korra's next move was to undo her pants and shove them to her ankles before stepping out of them. Asami's smile widened as she took in the sight. "No underwear at all, Toy? I guess you were eager to get started." "Es, Mitres." Asami waved her finger in the air. "Turn around. I want to get a good look at your butt." Korra turned until she was facing away from Asami then bent over. Asami's breath caught in her throat and her chest tightened as she stared at the cheeks in front of her. It wasn't what she had been expecting to see, but Korra had taken it on herself to obey the order she had been given to the utmost. To provide as good a view as she could. Asami reached out and squeezed one cheek then the other. "Very good, Toy." She stated without any effort to hide the admiration in her voice. "Now turn back around and undress me." Korra straightened up and turned back around to face Asami. Her hands dived straight for the buttons on her mistress's jacket, undoing them in a flash. For her part Asami remained still save for when she raised her arms to let her shirt come off. After Korra had untied her boots she raised her feet so Korra could pull them off along with her socks. Once she was as naked as Korra, Asami pointed towards the door to her bathroom. "In there, Toy." "No otfit, Mistress?" Korra asked as she hesitated with a not so subtle glance at Asami's bare skin. "Not today, Toy. Bathroom. Now." She said while pointing at the door even more sharply than before. Korra spun and quickly rushed towards the room in question. Asami followed at a more moderate pace, her gaze lingering on the waterbender's rear as it jiggled with each hasty step. She closed the bathroom door behind her and flipped a switch to turn on the ceiling fan. Korra rotated to face Asami expectantly. "Yellow. Does the gag feel comfortable, Korra? Your jaws are doing okay? Also I should mention that turning your head from side to side is a non-verbal safeword. It's helpful when using a gag since people can't talk very well." "Ya, I se wat yu men, butt I cn srta tlk stil so I'm oay wth yllw or red.." Korra poked her cheek with one finger before fussing with the strap. "Muth fels fne so wre god to go. Gren." Asami pointed yet again, this time at her shower. Three large panes of clear glass and a layer of black tiles that covered the ship's hull made all four walls. "In there." Korra stepped inside and Asami followed her in before pulling the door shut. She adjusted the temperature dial so that it was set to warm before pulling on the other lever and water cascaded out of the metal showerhead. Korra jumped as the spray landed on her back and she let out a muffled squeal. "Tat's cld!" Despite her protest she didn't move. Korra remained standing in exactly the same spot, each of the cold streams striking against her back and none of them making it Asami. After several seconds she relaxed as the water had a chance to warm up. Asami put a hand on Korra's shoulder and nudged her out of the way as she grabbed the neck of the showerhead and pulled it loose from its holder. She held it up in the air so that the streams sprayed down onto her head and shoulders. The water ran through Asami's hair until every strand was soaked through. At the same time rivulets streamed off her shoulders and down her torso. After a bit she lowered the showerhead and aimed it at her legs until her every bit of skin was glistening with droplets. Once she was finished Asami gestured towards the tiles as she looked at Korra. "Put your hands on the wall, Toy." Korra turned to face the wall as she placed her hands against the tile. Asami bumped her foot against one of Korra's ankles then the other, urging them further apart. Once she was satisfied Asami ran her fingers through Korra's hair. "So lovely, but still dry. Let's fix that." As her fingers exited Korra's hair on one end, she began to spray the roots with the shower-head. Soon the showerhead descended and Korra's hair grew darker as more and more of it was soaked through. Asami's fingers continued downwards and to the side along Korra's ribs and the stream followed along after. They passed over her hips and down the outside of her left leg then started to climb upwards. As she got nearer to the center Asami could feel Korra shifting in anticipation and she smiled to herself. Just as her fingers brushed against the inside of Korra's thigh she stopped her upward march and shifted over to Korra's right leg. Korra let out a muffled groan and her head thumped against the wall. "Not yet, Toy." The showerhead and Asami's fingers made their way down Korra's leg to her foot then back up it on the outside. Once she got to Korra's ribs, Asami's hand slid onto Korra's frontside. She splayed her fingers and ran them over Korra's breasts. The waterbender trembled as Asami grazed the side of her finger against a nipple. Asami leaned forward so she could whisper in Korra's ear. "I hope you're ready, Toy." Korra nodded and braced her arms against the wall, no doubt expecting the spray to hit her breasts. Asami took a step forward, pressing her chest against Korra's back while hugging her stomach with one arm. The other promptly shot lower and aimed the shower-head straight at Korra's sex. Korra twitched violently and she let out a cry that was still sharp despite the gag in her mouth. Asami immediately aimed the shower-head away. "Yellow. Are you okay, Korra?" "Yah. Wsn't expcng tat. Nvr ocrred to me tat I culd use shwer-hed to mstrbate lke tat. I dnt lke srprises, bt this is a good one. Kep gong until I cme. Gren." Asami's wrist twisted and the shower-head was once again pointed at Korra's sex. The waterbender moaned and her hips pushed back against Asami's pelvis. Asami smiled at the reaction even though she had to lock her knees in place to keep from being driven backwards. Korra might be the stronger woman, but Asami had no intention of being dislodged from the position she had chosen. She pressed her thumb against a switch on the shower-head and moved it up one notch. "Let's see how you handle this setting, Toy." Up until now water had been coming out of every nozzle, but as soon as Asami flipped the switch the outer rings shut off and thicker streams shot out of the center nozzles. Korra's hips bucked again and Asami wrapped her arm back around Korra's waist to secure her position. She tilted the head to aim it higher, hopefully on the clit. Korra squealed and her hands came off the wall for a moment as she shoved herself, and Asami, backwards. After a few seconds she set them back on the spots where Asami . "Dat relly you kep it like dat, Mstress?" "Why not? You were such a good Toy yesterday that you deserve an extra reward." Asami murmured. She moved the shower-head even closer to Korra's sex and was rewarded with a loud, muffled groan. Asami couldn't help but smile at Korra's back as another followed shortly after. Korra's spasms had made it abundantly clear that the waterbender could break free from Asami's attempts at control here. Even so, Korra was still in the position that Asami had placed her. Because she chose to be. Chose to let Asami control her like this even if it was an illusion. Asami moved the shower-head closer to Korra's folds until there was practically no space remaining between the two. A choice such as that deserved reward and it wasn't long until Korra was quivering as it arrived. Once the orgasm had passed, Asami kissed Korra on the neck again and her fingers moved to undo the straps on the gag. "Well now I think both of us need a shower for real." "I do, at least." Korra said as she turned around and took the shower-head from Asami. She adjusted the switch until it was back on the original setting then rinsed a line of drool off her cheek. A minute later and she had rinsed her folds out to be on the safe side. Korra let the shower-head go and it bumped against the wall as it swung free. "My legs are a little shot. Do you mind giving me a hand, Asami?" "Of course. Let me go get a towel first." Asami said as she opened the shower door then headed to the closet where said towels were stored. After she had finished towel drying Korra and herself off, Asami held her hand out. Korra took it and let herself be led out of the bathroom and towards Asami's bed. "Wait, I thought we were sleeping in my room." "We are, but the chocolate's in here and so is your blanket." Asami explained as she was retrieving the items in question. She set the fuzzy wool blanket on Korra's shoulders before unwrapping the first chocolate bar. Korra gratefully accepted it and took a large bite immediately. After she had finished the first piece she began walking towards the door, but not without a backwards glance at Asami as if to ask why she wasn't following. Asami jumped and began to hurry after her. 'Well, I guess that answers the question of what I'm sleeping in tonight. Absolutely nothing. Not that it matters though. Korra wouldn't let my clothes stop her from eating me out if she's the one to wake up first. I suppose being naked means I have one less thing to wash after one of us wakes the other up tomorrow.'

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Chapter 34 - Chapter 34

Korra scratched at her side to placate an itch as she ambled along the walkway on the edge of the ship. Her head turned to her right and she came to a halt as she gazed outwards. The waters around Republic City were blue, but a shade dark enough that light only made it a meter or two before being absorbed. The waters here, on the other hand, were a bright and perfectly clear turquoise. Several meters below the surface a vast school of small, silvery fish darted to and fro as they scattered from larger creatures with broad heads and lethargic tail-fins. She leaned against the railing as she watched the cloud of fish swirl and spin. Their movements seemed random at first, but patterns soon emerged. The fish kept close to each other, no matter the direction of their erratic movements. More obvious was the gap surrounding the larger animals, a meter or more of empty space. A gap that vanished when their tails thrashed harder and they lunged forward into the school of fish, only to return when they slowed. None of these species were familiar to her, but there was no mistaking the scene playing out below. Predators and prey locked into the eternal struggle to eat and to not be eaten. She watched for a little longer before turning away from the sight and resuming her walk. A short distance away Korra went through a door leading to the interior of the ship. Asami was inside, leaning back in one of the dining room chairs as she stared intently at the thick novel in her hands. Korra walked up and pushed the book down with one hand while leaning in. Asami started as Korra's lips came into contact with hers before returning the kiss. "That's a very nice way of saying hello, Korra." She breathlessly murmured once Korra pulled away. "Good morning, Asami. What's for breakfast today and how can I help?" Asami closed her book and set it down on the table. "I was thinking we'd keep breakfast simple today. Just some finger food. There is one thing you can do, though. Would you mind toasting the bread while I set everything else up?" "Not a problem." Korra ruffled Asami's hair affectionately before heading for the kitchen. She took a few steps inside then slowed to a halt and looked back over her shoulder. "What setting should I use?" Asami opened one of the fridge doors and pulled out a brown paper bag. "Umm, I suppose four will be good. We want it to be a little on the crispy side, but not burnt." She handed the bag to Korra before turning back to the fridge. Korra knelt down by one of the nearby cabinets as she undid a cord wound around the knobs of the cabinet and the one next to it. Inside was a silver box with rounded edges and a pair of slots in the top. Korra pulled it out and set it on the counter directly above before plugging the power cord in. The bag Asami had given her contained an oblong loaf whose browned crust was speckled with white. "Is this sourdough?" She asked after looking at one of the slices' pockmarked interior. "Ciabatta. It looks kinda similar, but they're made differently according to our cooks." Asami replied, not bothering to take her head out of the fridge. She dropped two pieces into the toaster and adjusted a lever so that it was on the setting Asami had recommended. After she pressed on the other lever present the beard dropped down between pairs of coils that were soon glowing red. As she waited Korra opened up another cabinet and pulled plates out of it. Two for her and Asami and the third for the toast she was currently making. In the meantime Asami was carrying things from the fridge over to the table and setting them down. Korra leaned away from the counter to get a better look at the items in question. Two thin wedges, one golden with a red rind and the other pale yellow with a chalky rind. A tube of maroon meat speckled with white and wrapped in paper along with a bowl of nuts covered in an amber glaze. The bread in the toaster popped back up and Korra swapped both slices for a new pair. By the time Korra had toasted six pieces of bread, Asami had placed a pitcher of water and a pair of glasses on the table. There was also a trio of knives, two for cutting butter and the last sporting a serrated edge. She had also pulled out a chair as well as the one right next to it. "Is six pieces enough, Asami?" "That'll be plenty, Korra. Come have a seat." Asami patted the chair next to her. Korra glanced sidelong at the chair in question as she set her toast down. After a few seconds she took a step forward and sat herself down on Asami's lap, eschewing the chair altogether. "Thanks, but I think this is more comfortable. These chairs are kinda hard and you're so nice and soft." Asami laughed and gave a bemused shake of the head. Even so she wrapped her arms around Korra's waist and pulled the waterbender tighter against her. "Well, I don't want to complain, but this'll make it tricky for me to eat. Any ideas on how we might remedy that?" "I suppose I'll have to feed you since you can't do it yourself." Korra teased as she picked up one of the nuts. She turned it back and forth in front of her face for a few seconds. "Walnuts?" "Yep. Coated with brown sugar, cinnamon and some sea salt. I like a little bit of cayenne, but you have trouble with spicy stuff so I left it out." Asami reached for the bowl, but Korra playfully swatted her hand away. "Here." Korra balanced the nut between her fingers in front of Asami's lips. Asami tilted her head forward to daintily retrieve the treat between her teeth. She was careful not to bite those brown fingers, but her lips still brushed against them as she did so. Korra picked up a second walnut and popped it into her mouth before retrieving another one with her index and middle fingers. This time Asami didn't spare the fingers like before. Instead her mouth closed entirely around the walnut and half of Korra's fingers. Her tongue rubbed against Korra's knuckles while maintaining eye contact with their owner. After several seconds the waterbender let go of the treat and Asami parted her lips to let the fingers out. "Care to try some of the cheese, Korra?" Asami asked after swallowing. "That one there is smoked gouda and the other is camembert." She pointed at the wedge with a red rind then the chalky one as she spoke. "Camembert is a soft cheese and we can spread it on the toast. I also got some salami to go with the gouda." Korra peeled the waxy paper covering off of the camembert before slicing into it with one of the butter knives. She scraped a pair of generous dollops onto separate pieces of toast and handed one to Asami. She lifted the second up towards her face and her sniff inhaled a deep scent calling to mind the mushrooms she had eaten the other day. Korra took a small, tentative bite out of one corner. She chewed slowly as a taste that was somehow nuttier than the actual nut she had just eaten reached her buds. "This is really good. Little sour, but in a good way. The cheese goes really well with the toast. It's still crispy, but the cheese makes it a little softer. It's kinda like butter, but with a different flavor." She took a larger bite before shifting slightly. "So why did you ask me to talk about food when I eat it for the first time? I'm not sure what you get out of it." Asami paused in the middle of chewing as she looked at Korra in surprise before hurriedly swallowing and setting her toast aside. "What do I get out of it?" She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking again. "The day we met I saw your people freezing all the meat and fish they had collected. When we first had breakfast together, I saw how excited you were after eating some sausage and eggs. I realized that was the first time you ever had something that was cooked and seeing how happy you were made me feel all fuzzy inside. So I decided that I wanted to expose you to as many different kinds of food as possible. More importantly, listening to your descriptions makes me feel more connected to you, like I'm sharing a bigger part of this journey you're on." "A bigger part?" Korra exclaimed as she looked at the other woman. "Asami. You've been at the center of everything I've done since we met. Leaving the south pole, adapting to Republic City, organizing the dinner and this supply shipment... what we're doing here on this boat." She placed her hand on Asami's cheek during the last bit. "None of it would have happened without you. If anything I'm the one along for the ride and I'm a happier and better person because of it." For a moment Asami didn't react, staring silently at Korra. After a moment her lips curved upwards as she beamed at Korra. "I'm glad to hear that because I feel the same way. My life has turned around since I've met you." She placed a hand on the back of Korra's head and pulled her in for a kiss. It quickly led to a second and deeper kiss that seemed as if it wouldn't end. When Asami drew away spots of pink were appearing on her pale cheeks. "So this is an awful segue, but I want to talk about this evening's session before we get underway today. You've gotten a taste of being a top and a bottom so I'd like to hear what your thoughts are." Korra froze as the sheer magnitude of the direction Asami had just moved their conversation in struck her. Even so, it wasn't an unwelcome one, just unexpected. Very, very unexpected. Korra set the piece of toast she had forgotten about on her plate before responding. "Well, I enjoyed both sessions, but being a bottom was a lot more fun. I wouldn't mind topping you again, but I'll never be as good a dominatrix as you. Any future sessions with me as the top would just be about getting you off like I did yesterday. I think the book described that as a service top? Is that alright with you? I know you said you were a switch, but I don't know if you lean one way or the other." "Not really. Both are fantastic for different reasons and I enjoy them both about the same. I'm perfectly happy to keep dominating you and I'm fine with you only wanting to be a service top. Do you have any idea how often you might want to top me?" Korra bit her lip and shook her head at first before shrugging. "Not really... I'm still figuring myself out when it comes to BDSM. I guess we'll work it out as we go along, but I would like to try topping you once more before we get to the south pole. So that'll be three more sessions where I'm the bottom and one for you. Does that sound all right?" "Of course. Do you want to be the top or bottom today?" "Mmmm... I have three sessions left so I'll bottom today... and tomorrow. And before you ask I already know what I want to do." Korra said with a slight grin on her face. "I got a taste of bondage before, so now I want to focus more on submission. I'd like you to order me around and make me do stuff. Poses or maybe some simple tasks. Not sure what those would be." She looked away and Korra's cheeks grew redder as she continued to speak. "The other thing is that I want you to use a strap-on. I've only been with women, so the only things I've ever had inside me have been fingers. I'm curious to find out what penetration with something bigger feels like." "So ordering you around and a strap-on. Do you want me to tie you up or use a gag or anything else?" Korra wordlessly shook her head. "How mean do you want me to be when I'm giving you orders? Are you going to resist at all and I'll have to coerce you? Grab and pull on your hair, slap or spank you or anything like that?" Korra shook her head again, faster than before."No, I'm still not interested in pain. I'll obey your orders unless you suggest something that bothers me. If that happens then I'll use one of my safewords." "Okay then, it's settled. I'll order you around some then use a strap-on on you. I do have one suggestion though. Take a look at the different positions for vaginal penetration and decide which ones you want to try. We'll probably have to try a few different ones before we figure out what's the most comfortable for you. Now, let's finish eating." Korra picked up Asami's slice of toast and handed it over before retrieving her own. Five hours of Asami driving the ship. That was plenty of time to read through the book and study the different positions. To figure out how she wanted to situate herself to receive Asami's strap-on. For now she had more cheesy bread to devour and that salami afterwards. Hours later, when the time was upon her, a knock came from Korra's door. She set the manual aside and took a moment to brush off the front of her outfit after standing. There was no need for it, aside from trying and failing to placate the butterflies that were beginning to take off in her stomach. Korra moved forward and opened the door. Asami was on the other side of course, but she had donned the same black leather dress that she had worn during their first session. There was one addition however, the straps pulled tight against her hips and the royal blue length of rounded silicone jutting out from between Asami's thighs. "Are you ready, Korra?" "Yep." Korra moved one leg forward, intending to leave her bedroom, but Asami didn't step back, instead resting her hands on either side of the door frame. A faint smile danced over the black-haired woman's face as Korra swayed in the air before bringing her foot back down. Korra frowned inwardly as she took stock of the situation. Asami was wearing her dominatrix outfit, and the strap-on to boot, so it was clear she intended on a session happening now. Their previous two sessions had both taken place in Asami's room and Korra had assumed that was the case this time as well. Asami didn't appear intent on moving however. "Are we doing this here?" Korra asked with a glance towards her room. "Doing? No." The frown moved outwards to Korra's face as she stared at Asami before the pieces clicked in her head. They weren't going to do it in here, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to start here. "Green." The smile on Asami's face widened and she took a step forward, crowding Korra back into the bedroom. "Very good, pet." She stated, each word distinctly enunciated from the others. "I'm very displeased with what you're wearing." "Huh?" Asami took a long step forward and leaned in until their faces were mere centimeters apart. Her fingers clamped down on Korra's chin with just enough force to indent the skin. "Take. Off. Your. Clothes." She stated, her voice sharper than before. Korra swallowed as Asami's will pushed against her and then her hands were moving. They dropped to her pants and hurriedly undid the clasp holding them together with trembling fingers. Once Korra's pants fell to the floor, Asami's fingers let go and Korra was quick to move onto the next article of clothing. When she had finished undressing, Asami slowly looked her up and down and licked her lips. "Good. Now on your hands and knees." She pointed one finger at the ground. No sooner than she had lowered herself into the indicated position then a hand was caressing Korra's rear end. She pushed herself back against it and received an appreciative squeeze in return. "Now what, Mistress?" "Now you crawl to my room, Toy." "Yes, Mistress." Korra began to move forward across the carpet and out the door. She had never paid much attention to them before, but now Korra found herself grateful for the rugs in the hallway. Soft and thick enough to spare her knees the discomfort of a hard wooden floor. As she moved towards the end of the hall Korra could feel Asami's gaze burning into her. It wasn't hard to guess the exact spot her mistress was looking at either. In this position her sex was plainly on display and just starting to show signs that it was looking forward to what would be happening soon. After they entered her room Asami came up alongside Korra and pointed at a spot in front of the white couch in the corner. "There." She didn't wait for a response and strode forward to the couch, turned and sat down in the very center. Asami stretched her arms out along the backrest as she watched Korra, hanging breasts and all, crawl towards her. Once Korra reached the spot Asami reached down to the couch and picked up a slender black rod with a loop of leather at the end. Korra stiffened at the sight of the crop, but Asami quickly shook her head. "Yellow. I'm not going to hit you, Korra. It's just a prop to help me with this next part." Korra let out an uneasy breath and her muscles relaxed though she still warily eyed the toy . "Okay then. Green." Asami stood up and moved towards Korra, the crop dangling loosely from one hand. "I think it's time you learned how to conduct yourself. Sit up, spread your knees and place your hands against your thighs, palm up." Asami waited until Korra had assumed the position before starting to walk around her. She placed the crop against Korra's chest, just below the clavicle and pushed just enough to flatten the business end of her toy. "Keep your back straight and chin up. Good. This is called 'present'. Now put your head on the ground and extend your arms out in front of you. One hand goes on top of the other." She leaned forward until her forehead was resting on the floor, and she couldn't see anything but the fibers of the carpet. Korra stretched her arms as far as they could reach before placing one hand over the other. The crop pushed against the inside of Korra's knee to urge it to move outwards. "Knees wider apart. This is called 'submit'." The leather strap ran up along her thigh and onto the small of her back. It rotated so that the broad side was flat against her. Asami then dragged it upwards along Korra's spine, making sure to press into every dip and hit every bump along the way. "The next one is 'expose'. Get back up on your knees and put your hands behind your head." Korra quickly sat up and placed both hands on the crown of her head while looking at her mistress to see if she approved. Asami tapped the crop against the underside of her bicep. "Elbows up higher. Yes, like that." Asami glided her fingernails along Korra's forearm then down her cheek to the hollow of Korra's neck. "You're doing well so far, Toy. Two more positions to go. Lean forward on your hands like you're crawling, but keep the tops of your feet against the ground." Korra leaned forward on her heads and straightened her feet so that her bridges were flat against the carpet. Asami placed the narrow end of the crop against her rear and gently pushed down. "You should be in a straight line from your shoulders to your knees." Korra slid her knees further back and pulled the muscles in her core tight to keep her back straight. The crop then bumped against Korra's chin, impelling it to move upwards. "You're supposed to look at me, not the floor. Good, Toy. This is 'kneel forward'." Asami moved to stand next to Korra then bent at the waist. Her hand admiringly glided over the taut muscles of Korra's rear, each cheek receiving a firm squeeze before Asami stood up once again. "Now for the last one sit upright on your knees then lean backwards until you can place your hands on the ground under you. Keep your arms straight and elbows locked. This is 'kneel backwards'. Her knees slid forward until they were beneath Korra before leaning backwards and bracing herself with both hands. The crop was there in an instant, tapping against the heel of her hand. "Fingers pointed to the side, not forwards." No sooner than she had made the adjustment then Asami crouched next to Korra and her free hand dipped between the waterbenders legs. Fingers swirled against Korra's clit, eliciting a shiver. The urge to push her pelvis forward to better meet those fingers arose, but Korra shoved it aside. She wasn't going to compromise her position no matter how wonderful that felt. Asami chuckled and pulled her hand away. "Excellent, Toy. I hope you remembered all that because the challenge is about to begin. I know you want this in you.' She rapped the strap-on with her crop. "But you have to earn it first. I'm going to call out the positions and you're going to assume them until you correctly do ten in a row. If you mess up then we start over." Asami walked back over to the couch and sat down, the crop held across her lap. "Submit." Korra placed the back of her hands against her thighs as she looked towards her mistress. Asami shook her head and waved the crop as if to say no. "Wrong. You gave me 'present' when I asked for 'submit'. 'Kneel forward'." This time Korra placed her hands on the ground in front of her. After a second she hurriedly raised her head to look her mistress square in the eyes. Asami smiled and tapped the crop against her palm. "Good. That's one. 'Submit'." Once again Korra placed the back of her hands against her thighs and Asami shook her head. "That's 'present'. Back to zero. 'Submit.' Korra let out a small sigh. She had made the same mistake twice now . 'Present' was hands on her thighs. 'Submit' was arms out in front of her. She pressed her forehead to the ground and stretched her arms out as far as they could go. "One. 'Kneel backwards'. "Two. 'Expose'. Three. 'Present'. Four. 'Kneel forwards.' Five. 'Present'. Six. Masturbate." Korra looked up, her brow furrowing at the unexpected order. That wasn't one of the positions her mistress had instructed her in, but it was still an order. Her hand drifted inwards towards her crotch before she yanked it away and placed it back against her thigh. Asami laughed. "Well done, Toy. You didn't fall for my trap. "That earns you three points. Nine. Come kneel in front of me, then do 'expose'." Korra waddled forward on her knees then flared her elbows wide as she rested her hands on the back of her head. "Ten." Asami tossed the crop to the far side of the couch so that it was out of reach. She then beckoned Korra forward. "So you've earned a reward, but that doesn't mean you get to decide what to do with it. That privilege belongs to me. Come give it a kiss then, maybe, just maybe you should suck on it." For a moment Korra didn't move. She had known, since this morning, that the strap-on was going inside her. Until this very second she hadn't considered the possibility that it would be going in her mouth instead of a different hole. Her first thought was that the order made no sense. The strap-on was made of silicone. An inanimate piece of rubber with no nerves to speak of and felt nothing as a result. That lack of sensation also extended to its wearer. Kissing the toy or sucking on it would do nothing for Asami. At least, nothing directly. Asami was the smartest person she knew and would already be aware of that fact. That hadn't stopped her from giving this order and that was the point. Asami wouldn't feel anything from the strap-on, but she would feel the satisfaction of seeing her Toy obey the order she had been given. Korra brushed her hair back over her shoulder then rested one hand on each of Asami's thighs to keep herself steady. She leaned forward and her lips pressed against the rounded end in a quick peck. Her head rotated to one side and dipped even further forward as she trailed kisses down along the shaft. The last of them was against the harness itself and she looked up to see a pleased smile on her mistress's face. Asami ruffled Korra's hair affectionately before returning her arm to the backrest. Korra moved her head back and to the right so that the tip was hovering in front of her face. She stared at it for a few seconds to muster her nerves before parting her lips and closing them around the toy. The outer part was soft, but there was a rigidity inside that she hadn't noticed before. Her head pushed forward as more of the toy disappeared between her lips. She flicked her tongue against the tip before backing her head away from the toy. "How far am I supposed to take it into my mouth, Mistress?" "You haven't done this before so I'll go easy on you today. Just keep licking and sucking on it like you just did. You can also move your head up and down too. Like this." Asami entangled her fingers in Korra's hair and eased Korra's mouth forward onto the strap-on before moving her hand to cup Korra's forehead and lift it upwards. She set her hand back on the couch and Korra's head continued to bob up and down without any need of further guidance. After each up and down motion a portion of Korra's saliva was left behind. Before long the toy was shining and her movements faster as her confidence waxed. Eventually the toy exited from her mouth with a wet pop and she began to kiss the sides again while making eye contact with Asami to see if her mistress still approved. Asami chuckled and she waved her fingers towards Korra. "All right, enough of that, Toy. You've done a good enough job to convince me to stick this in you. What position would you like to try first?" Korra wiped her mouth with the back of her hands before glancing over her shoulder at the bed. "Should we move to the bed? I don't want to make a mess on your couch." "It'll be fine. These cushions have a removable cover, Toy. What position are we doing?" "I want to try riding you, Mistress. Is it okay if I ask you to lay down?" A hesitant Korra asked. "Of course." Asami brought her feet up off the floor and swung them onto the couch as she lowered her back onto the cushions. Korra moved to join her, placing a knee on each side of Asami while facing towards the other woman's feet. She faltered while staring at nothing in particular before shaking her head at her sudden moment of hesitation. She wanted this. Korra's rear sank down and back until the strap-on was prodding against her sex. It wiggled for a second then Asami gripped the base and it grew still before Korra descended even lower. Her folds parted as the toy pushed between them and Korra let out a sharp gasp at the sensation. It was only the tip, but the toy was already stretching her further than any fingers had ever done. An excited shiver ran through Korra at the thought of how more of the strap-on there still was for her to take. As it went deeper she could feel her walls squeezing of their own accord as they greeted an intruder for the very first time. Korra moaned and she pushed even faster, desperate for it to be all the way inside her. The strap-on sank deeper and deeper into her wet sex until her hips collided against Asami's. "How does my strap feel, Toy?" Asami murmured. "It's really good, Mistress." Korra wiggled her hips, the toy shifting inside her as she did so. "It's about to get even better, though." She placed a hand on the backrest and used it to help drive herself up. The toy slid partway out of her before she slid back down so that it was buried inside her again. Korra groaned as she rose up then back down again. The toy was rigid enough to stand up on its own, but was more flexible than she had thought Korra realized. As her hips moved it curved and she found herself having to drive back more than down. Korra began to count in her head as her hips rose and fell. When it hit ten she rose up even higher and let the toy slip out of her. "Okay, that position is fun, but let's move on to another one. I'll lie down and you'll be on top of me this time, Mistress. I mean if that's alright with you of course." Korra quickly added, not wanting to give the impression she was trying to order Asami around. Taking orders was her role. "Certainly. Why don't you show me what you have in mind, Toy?" Korra waited until Asami had sat up before lying down in the recently vacated spot. She pulled her knees up until her feet pointed at the ceiling. "The picture in the book had you putting your hands here and angling yourself like this." Korra drew a diagonal line in the air to indicate what she meant. "Ah, that version of missionary. Been a while since I've been in this position, but I still remember what to do."Asami knelt in front of Korra and eased the strap-on into Korra so that it was deep enough to not slip out. She then leaned forward so that Korra's knees were nearly against her own shoulders and she had a hand on each side of Korra's legs to hold herself up. Asami lowered her head to kiss Korra on the lips and then her hips moved. Korra let out a small whimper as the strap-on eased into her. It wasn't any deeper than before, but the burst of pleasure was far more intense than the first position had been. Asami smiled, pleased with Korra's reaction, before raising her hips ever so slow, taking her sweet time to pull it out. Korra's fingers dug into the couch and she let loose another cry when Asami's hips pushed forward again, just as slowly as when it had been coming out. "Oh my god, why does this feel so much better?" She exclaimed as it went deeper. Asami leaned onto her right hand as the left placed a finger on Korra's lips. "No talking. The only thing I want to hear out of you is moaning, Toy." Korra's lips squeezed together to make sure she didn't speak and she nodded hastily. Asami put her hand back on the couch and her hips moved forward. The strap-on slid back in until there was no more progress to be had then back out. Korra's head turned to the side as she moaned yet again. Asami's hand left the mattress once more as it seized her chin and turned Korra's face so that she was looking straight up. "None of that, Toy. I want you to look me in the eyes while I take what's mine." "Yes, Mistress." Korra started to whisper before stopping herself. She wasn't allowed to speak. Only to moan, something she had no trouble with at the moment. Her eyes fixed themselves on Asami's face as her mistress's hips increased their tempo. The slow and deliberate pace was gone, replaced by one that indented the couch beneath their pelvises. The force might have increased, but the tenderness in those brilliant green orbs never wavered, not even for an instant. Korra's moans flowed freely as the thrusts continued unabated. The pace Asami was setting now could only mean that she had decided it was time for Korra to orgasm. It was an order unspoken, but Korra was an obedient Toy. Her feet quivered and Korra's trembling thighs pushed upwards against Asami to no avail. The shaking rippled upwards and her fingers dug into the couch. Her face, however, remained still as she maintained eye contact with her mistress, even as the rest of her body shook. When it finally passed she gave Asami a tired smile. "I'd like some chocolate now, please." Asami sat upright and carefully withdrew the strap-on from Korra before clambering off the couch. "Right away, Korra. Is there anything else you want me to do?" There was, but that could wait for another day. For now she was content with chocolate and a pair of arms holding her as she lay on the couch. Asami's arms.