Altina Hishgrow

“Why? Why all this?”

Sprawled over a warmed stone of a heated bath in a palace only a few mortals have seen, Altina moaned, her furless body captive of the water hands. Those ethereal fingers finding all the right spots, dealing with all the kinks in her muscles.

“Why do you spoil me so much? And you…”

Fire’s hands had joined the in, spreading warmth and oil all over the wolf’s body. She moaned again, unable to act in any other way.

“…please, I beg thee, stop that. I can bear it no more…”

Fire may have been a bit too preoccupied with the wolf’s lower half. Or perhaps that was water’s doing as well? And this slutty elven form… merciful Shamu, no more. She forced herself back into her plain beastly shapes. Why did she even try that? Whose whispers those were that even made her consider such a scandalous thing? To assume her likeness and allow herself to be… merciful Shamu, how will she ever be able to look that girl in the eye after what she had just done.

“As you wish my master.”

Water whispered her sweet words. Suddenly the stone vanished and Altina found herself floating within a warm pond, her back supported by the spirit, her head resting perched against the spirits bosom. Locked in her embrace, the wolf sighed, her chest rose and fell as if it were her last breath.

“Tell me, as your master, I order you, indulge me, why are you doing all this?”

“Because you are a master of mine.”

Water’s words were sweet, sweet and false like a poison flower.

“Be truthful with me. I know my worth and I know I don’t deserve your attention. When I made my summons, only the lowest of the low from your servants answered. Now? You yourself spoil me with precious gifts. You let me have what was never mine to take. You even went as far as protecting my guild and now… my lord, I do not want to know what you have done to me. My power boils within me.”

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Day after day she felt stronger, as if a second prime of her youth came and kept on blooming. She spent so much more years honing her skills and all it amounted to, was a fraction of how her power now grew every day. So unreal and so impossible. Yet… her mana boiled, raging, growing.

“Whatever you are doing to me, tell me, is it because of that child?”

“…Yes. Does this upset you?”

“No.”

That much she did expect. There was something in her eyes when they met, something… like a lost child in the street. Then, when they sealed their contract, it felt as if she had signed her own death warrant.

Water hugged her.

“My love does look fondly at you and this place. I shall not allow any harm to come your way or to this place. That is why your strength must grow.”

“Thus, why you shower me with those gifts? Is this some twisted favor she claimed from you?”

“No. Those are a reward for your loyalty to me. My love is… not aware of our agreement. Best it remains that way.”

“And now you are having secrets from your true master while toying with me? Blasted creature, had I any strength left…”

Water closed her lips with her own, her breath, sweet and tempting, her power filling her lover's body. It stretched like a bladder ready to burst, once more changed into the likeness of a girl she sheltered against her own judgement. Now in this bare form, Fire once more spread her tights.

“No, not like this, not in this body… “

“I have grown weary with your complaints mortal. You need strength for your stamina is pathetic. It shall be done either with this pleasure or an unimaginable pain. Choose.”

“Sister, you have agreed to my ways. Do not rush while you my master, have you ever known fear? Such deep and profound fear as if the next moment shall be your last? Fear so unfathomable that it could stop your heart if only your will falter?”

Altina blinked at the unreal eyes gazing at her from above.

“Yes.”

Fear she knew. Deep, consuming. She had lived most of her life in fear.

“I had not. Never. Yet, now, I fear. There is no other meaning I can ascribe to what boils through my whole being for you mortal to understand. Fear.”

Her embrace became tighter, her voice growing weak as she rubbed her cheek against the wolf’s muzzle.

“We fear the coming of one clad in blood and we must hurry for she is neigh.”