"Well as much as I love hearing Onimous reassure his sexual identity, and believe me I do, I think we strayed from the actual topic. Y'know the one about explaining to Bytch that we know practically nothing about this world or even our own races? While our little blurbs told us a brief synopsis about ourselves, it's just that: brief. Nowhere in it does it explain why I'm already lactating despite not being pregnant, nor why I am always having to suppress the urge to pounce on Onimous and take advantage of his race's sexual vigor. It's bad enough that I've felt like I've been a cocktail of emotions ever since we got here."
"Wait, your milkers have actual milk in them?"
"Yes, and it tastes like eggnog, but not the point Fahkir. So Bytch would you kindly tell us as much information as you can about what we are?
"And just to save time... this is what we know about Tieflings already."
With a wave of her fingers and flick of her wrist, Tah'Styr showed her race information to Bytch. The platinum blonde eyebrows shot up as her eyes scanned the middle distance.
When the pale-blue eyes stopped their inspections, her face scrunched up in thought.
"Tah'Styr would you mind telling exactly how you all came into this world?"
"Um...okay? Well we had finally defeated the Minotaur boss of a labyrinth and each of us received a reward. I got a pair of shorts that increased my charisma and defense while wearing it, Onimous got a bracelet that increases his movement speed, and Fahkir got a key to an instanced dungeon. Seeing as we had plenty of time left of our weekend, we thought nothing of it to activate the key. Next thing we find ourselves waking up as we are now in the middle of a small meadow in the middle of a forest about 5 hours out from O’Carón. Is that enough detail?"
"You three must have surely been accomplished warriors upon your old world. Hmmmm..."
Motherly-Wolf's index finger rose to lightly tap against her lips as she went into more thought. Her lips took a frown after a few more moments before looking back at Tah'Styr with a bit of worry written across her features.
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"Was Onimous, by chance, the first person you saw upon waking up?"
"Y-Yeess?? Is that a problem?"
"Well shite, that IS a problem.
"When I was younger I had a neighbor who was a breeder for Dolls, sorry Pleasure Tieflings. He told us once of a customer who wanted to purchase one as a babe so that it may mature by the time his son had come of age, mind you High-Elfs aren't adults till they are 30 winters, his son at the time was only 14 winters.
"The customer brought the son with him to witness the Tiefling being born fresh, as a way to prove it was indeed going to grow up by his side. When the wet nurse clipped the umbilical cord, the tiny girl opened her infant eyes and found the son to be the first person in them.
"This was a huge mistake.
"Why? You may ask. That is because the first person a newborn Tiefling sees, they imprint on. The imprinting allows the child to be able siphon off the needed mana from the milk of the wet nurse or mother herself, thus growing healthy.
"As expected the Tiefling girl grew up sickly and malnourished. When she finally matured this changed when the son took her soul binding. After her first bedding, she began to gain strength and filled out some, she also started to get obsessed with the son. With each new "feeding" she sought more and more of his attention, it was as if she was getting addicted to him. The son had no qualms with this, as she was devout in her worship of him, both day and night. The problem occurred when a suitor came for him.
"The Lady already had a dozen husbands and the son caught the eye of her. While she was visiting the Son's manor, the Tiefling witnessed the Lady's treatment of her husbands and was enraged at the thought of what she would do to her beloved master.
"Upon finding out that the marriage was set in stone, the girl took matters in her own hands and butchered the Lady in the middle of the night. The next morning the son woke up to find the Lady's head presented neatly on an embroidered pillow as if a crown jewel presented to her highness. The girl posing confidently like a huntress in front of her game.
"The Son's family was imprisoned for the murder of a Noble and the son himself was sentenced to death, the Tiefling was put down. Before she was put down, however, a royal investigator looked into the cause of the events. He studied her body and the connection between her and the son and came to a disturbing conclusion. Because the Son was both imprinted on AND soul bound to, each feeding was mutating the physiology to the point she was the "perfect" woman for him since by then she could not actually live without her master. She would have actually been "fine" if he let someone else take her soul binding."
"What...What are you trying to get at Bytch."
"I believe, Tah'Styr, that when you first woke up in my world you imprinted on Onimous and with you taking him to bed with you, you inadvertently sealed your fate. There is nothing that can be done to fix this, I'm sorry."
I stared at the Elf, as she spoke with the same tone a Doctor uses to explain to a patient that they have a terminal illness. I did not want to believe what I had heard, judging by Tah'Styr's painful grip on my body, she felt the same way. My mouth felt dry, my mind racing yet blank.
-We fucked up-
Tah’Styr’s grip on my body fell as she turned me around and took my hand in hers. She held it tight and stared into my eyes. I could feel her lock gazes with me despite not seeing any visible iris in her twin cerulean seas. Her eyebrows were scrunched in worry and her crimson lips were pulled into a line. I could not tell what was going on in her head as she just held my hand fidgeting, though whatever it was she finally firmed her beliefs.
Her worried face morphed into a determined, beautifully stoic expression. She held my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“So be it.”