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A BEG chappy. A mutilated corpse. shock.... oh but then sex happens! But it's wiggles so not bad. A certain scary Duchess fleshchanging part way through to grow bits to fuck with and all that!

Hand on the gateway, and the second it dissipates we’re stumbling through.

The only survivor of the three villages I’d found razed and ruined at my side.

“TRETION! LENELOPE!!!” I’m shouting as I drag off my mask and continue to weave a song of healing and painless slumber for the once fluffy form I’m basically dragging forward.

Now just… flayed nonsense. No eyes, no tongue, just… barely any skin left…

“Please…” I growl through the song as I lay them on the soft carpets. “C’mon… don’t… Don’t die on me!”

They both come rushing out of side passages alongside a few guests of the manner as I lean over the wounded person. Singing through angry tears the most complex healing songs I know aside from my own.

Something that takes so much soulfire but… but should ensure that they survive.

A few tortuous moments spent on the razor's edge but then…

Oh Dreamer’s Tits they… they're going to make it!

I pull back from the now gasping victim, song drifting from a symphony of healing to a… something.

I think a whistling tune or… I’m not sure…

I sit there for a while, just… so tired and content to empty my head of anything and everything as my watcher and Nelops bustle about and…

Someone’s beside me… whispering…

No she’s shouting?

“Awnya!”

Eyes drift over, find my cute floopy eared lover.

Nelops?

“Stop your song!” She has my cheeks in her hands. “Your soul needs to rest!”

But… Wait I…

Teeth click shut, song ends. And suddenly a wave of weariness washes over me.

“Wh–”

Then our Watcher is there, mug in hand. They work together to bring it to my lips. Have me take a sip of the cool water.

“It’s okay. It’s okay!” Nelops coos.

“You’re dealing with a spot of shock, love.” Tretion murmurs as I pull away from the mug. “It’s alright. Deep breaths, that’s it. Breeeeeeeeeeeeeeeath.”

I obey. But… her words just… they don’t make sense.

“What? Why would… But I’m barely scratched!” I huff out.

“Your song gave us an idea of what you found in the villages.” Nelops murmurs, sort of… offers to pull me into a hug.

Burnt and horrid rotting flesh smell violates my nose again, eyes begin to… to twitch as images and memories of… of the bodies. Of the homes torn apart and their former owners displayed about in grim–

Next thing I know I’m falling into her arms. Sobbing and growling and hissing in sadness and anger.

Some… some of the bodies just… didn’t mean anything to me at the time. Just… meat without a name. But others... Others had their faces untouched.

Displayed their corpses in a mocking horrid sort of mockery.

This goes on a for while. And eventually I realize the survivor is gone and we’re just… sitting in the main area. Guests have pulled back to their rooms to give me the space to wail my sorrows.

“Is… will they…?”

“You did great Awnya!” Tretion affirms. “They’re going to live!”

“Need to… to warn the others…” I croak. “Start bringing them here before… before they can get attacked too.”

“No.” Tretion wraps me tighter.

They don’t let me rise.

“B– But…”

“First promise.” Nelops whispers. “I’m so sorry Awnya, but… no. You're weak and tired and… and we can’t risk you.”

I spit fury and hiss through more sobs but… but they’re right! I almost… If that ambush in the last rift had hit just a bit later, or… or if they caught me when I was distracted…

Everything I love would be lost.

So through furious tears I let my lovers drag me into rest and recovery… all while quietly planning how to make sure this never happens again.

Either one of the three blighted gods, or… or someone very near their power and influence had tracked my efforts and… and… Tortured and slaughtered a number of towns set to bursting with the souls we’d freed.

But It's in the quiet stillness of both my lovers' fast asleep that I face the stupid selfish thought I’d been avoiding.

Nufera had been settled in that first village.

I… I failed again. Left someone and… and I should have…

Of course my lovers hear my sobbing and wake up. Pull me close and… and when I whisper her name amidst wailing weeping nonsense apologies to the woman I treated her as a surrogate for, they join in my grief.

* * *

Raska slams me into one of the huge stone bedposts, pins my hands above my head, and shoves her tongue past my lips as we kiss.

It’s… oh Dreamer’s Tits I don’t even care that it tastes of ash and blood! I end up fighting to not just… suckle on the big thing as it fills my mouth and plays with my own freshly regrown tongue. I’d learned well over the past years how to rumble melodies beneath my breath, making it seem only a low growling sound and nothing like a song. It took the rest of the evening and well into the night to quietly regrow my tongue, and now I just… can’t help but savor everything now that It’s back!

Before I’d only really enjoyed sweet things, maybe even a bit of spice. But now? Everything’s amazing to taste! Song, scent and rank flavors all!

And right now that’s this Duchess lips and tongue that she’s kind of choking me with. But Raska pulls free just as I start to get a bit dizzy, steps back to grin at me. “Oh, fuck me, do you taste so fucking good!”

She adjusts so that only one hand is pinning my wrists, drags weirdly sharp stone tipped fingers down my still clothed arm.

I… I didn’t know what to expect from Raska. Part of me worried she’d act like one of Thendra’s Reavers and just… pounce. Tackle me to the ground and take whatever she wants. She’s terrifying and oaths aside I don’t for a second believe I could fight her.

Her soul is… it burns hotter than her sister’s did! Especially now that she’s consumed whatever that green flame was. And as she presses close I worry if my Naranggas would just… melt if I tried to touch or feed.

And… and I don’t know if the promises between Thendra and her would protect me…

But… Nope!

As the celebration ended she simply turned to me. With a hungry smirk she just… asked.

“You wanna fuck?”

It took me a few seconds to… to understand the question.

That… that she is just… asking me?

Not forcing or… any of that?

Her eyes never left mine as she overwhelmed me with a cocky grin and offered hand. I took it and… and off she pulled me.

My soul is wailing in worry at the heat of hers while my own Naranggas flit around the edges of her blazing core. Wanting to reach out, to touch and squeeze and… and maybe even take a little bite if she’ll calm its raging heat and let me?

She’s pulled back, eyes only just now dancing over my body in a sort of annoyed contemplation as her hands drift away.

A whisper of painfully soft rasping commands, and the little blue flame that loves to hover between her horns shoots toward me. I’m too hornii and still recovering my breath as the little thing dances all about my form in a hissing spinning arc of sparking light, and as it flits back to hover happily in its place, I feel my clothes loosen.

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Like… a lot.

By the time I’m adjusting and looking down, my sturdy leather clothes and chitin plates are falling away in sizzling strips, leaving only a few bits about my shoulders and hood in place. Even… oh Dreamer’s Tits even my underthings and belts are sliced perfectly and completely to drop to the cold stone floor.

I glance up to find her just… beaming as the final pieces just fall away.

“Where in the rifts have you been hiding all my life!?!” She coos, rolling eyes over my body and soul.

I blush at like… all of that. Can’t help by look away and sort of… grasp at my arm with a trembling talon.

Talking is… weird now.

Years with only disparate periods with my tongue have accustomed me to silence.

And… and honestly why would I ever want to do anything but hiss at all the horrid people Thendra or Bulderii are probably about to have me kill and eat? Especially when I can just… feel things directly at my dark goddess through the soul shard she embedded in me and know that she’ll understand exactly what I mean!?!

The thought stutters me a bit.

I… I know she won’t mind this. Right?

Will she be angry?

Then Raska is stepping close, tilting her head and whispering… “This body is just… too perfect and inspired to be a product of birthing nonsense. Who shaped it for you?”

Her soft tone jerks me from my thoughts, turns my eyes back to her. Wh– What? She… Dreamer’s Tits I’m nothing compared to her amazing form! Just… Fae spun inspiration woven by some stupid girl trying to make a body to fit her soul.

I manage a very quiet and stammering. “I– I did.”

Her grin gets so much bigger at that and I can almost feel her own desires double at the words. “Ukalon’s Tits and Teeth, Really?”

I nod, can’t help but smile kinda dumbly and add before I can wonder if it’s a good idea. “Burned the old. B– Buried ashes.”

I don't even have time to consider if I’ve shared too much as Raska tilts her head and reaches out a hand to lightly brush my bare hip. Sending shivers and brumbles all across me.

“That’s the sexiest thing anyone’s told me all night.” She purrs. “You just… Can’t stop giving me more reasons to fuck you silly. Can you?”

I blubber out some sounds, confused and aroused and… and wondering if she’s wondering at why I…

If maybe…

Does she know I’m like her?

Is she guessing at it?

She smirks, settles both hands around my hips, and pulls me into a much slower kiss than before. More lips and soft enticing dances that just… Set me into an odd place of enjoying these touches but also craving darker and more brutal affections.

I purr into her mouth, a soft moan pleading for us to just… move to the big soft bed behind me! She giggles into the kiss, and pulls me close before basically tossing me into the thick soft blankets.

I expect her to be on me within a few seconds but… no. She moves up to loom over me while pulling off her own straps and various bits of clothing. All while keeping those blazing blue eyes rolling over my body and soul.

I don’t know what to do other than just… stare at her shimmering pale skin. At a perfect body that… she chose?

Or… or that she shaped?

“You like what you see?” She gestures down at herself.

I nod then feel my brow furrow in confusion at these new thoughts.

Huh. No… this isn’t jealousy. Not… not like I felt before my change or when I walked the Fae courts with another. A horrid feeling that burned at the euphoria of having a body that I worked so hard to sing and weave.

This is just… a thrumming… something. Comfortable and filled with anticipation.

But before I can ask she kneels down, face only a few inches away from mine. “You want to show me how much you like it?”

Thoughts stutter out, and I can only give her a nod.

“Good. Now… let’s see how good you are with that tongue!”

Before I can process her plans she’s pushed my head down into the sheets, and straddles my face. Hips and perfect cunt hovering just above my lips. I only pause for a second before I lean up to take her into my mouth.

Sweet heat and fire and… Dreamer’s Tits the ashen flavor to her skin is still so intoxicating!

One of her hands moves to grip and hold my hair, pulling me closer as she hums little pleased encouragement while her other is dancing over my breasts and stomach. My eyes drift closed. Amwella sight drifts into focus as I feel my own soul begin to purr and wriggle about in tune with the blazing blue fury above it.

It’s… oh Dreamer’s Fucking Tits how is this so amazing? I’ve never felt my Amwella just… so easily harmonize with anyones!

Not… not since…

“Fucking… That’s it.” She purrs, pulling my thoughts back to this wonderful fucking as fingers dig and rake through my hair. “Just… too perfect.”

I don’t pause but… I do slow for a second. Her words melting something deep inside I didn’t know had hardened and started to die.

Her other hand is between my legs now, tracing patterns just at the edges of my sensitive flesh. Causing me to squirm and wriggle a bit.

“You are precious.” She hums, relaxing her hips and legs to sink deeper into my mouth’s workings. “I’m not even at the fun part and you’re already melting.”

I tremble at her words, feel my hips buck and try to chase her fingers as they dance back from what would have been her first grazing of my clit.

“So sensitive!” She cackles, then caresses slow circles around my navel. “Tell you what, finish taking a drink of my fire and I’ll return the favor.”

A rolling purr escapes me before I can consider it, a… a furious annoyed challenge, and then I’m increasing my speed and pressure two fold. Gripping her hips and legs to pull myself as deep as possible. Working tongue and lips in and out and all around this strange intoxicating woman’s clit and cunt while her hips roll and twist. Each of my big licking motions punctuated by her own soft moans of pleasure.

I… I feel her climax coming. Want to reach up and… and kiss her with my own soul. But… but it’s too Dreamer Blighted hot!!!

A few Naranggas try to get close, but her core’s heat chases them off. I’m almost whimpering in frustration as I feel her hips buck as the orgasm rocks through her.

But then she’s smirking down at me, and… and I get to watch as little droplets of molten soulfire drip down to strike my Amwella as she enjoys the pleasure I’ve given her. As they hit there is a… a sizzling crackling sound before I am shuddering in the euphoric aftershock of a soul feast.

Each hit causes me to jerk and twist and moan at the flash of pleasure. Every drop is the equivalent of a full sentient soul. More filling than even the Fae souls I’ve devoured!

I’m a shuddering, quivering mess before I even notice that Raska has pulled her hips away and is now adjusting to lay atop me. Our breasts mushed together while her fingers continue to dance over me.

“Hm…” She murmurs, teeth and tongue as my chin. Slowly licking and working to clean my face of any mess left behind. “Been a while since I met a soul that could handle more than a single drop of me.”

“Muh?” Is about the only little sound I can reply to her with as a twinge of worry hits. If… if this breaks Thendra’s command. If this’ll let Raska know that I’m Fae…

Her hand slows, stops on my thigh just next to my cunt, and her grin turns my worries to mush. “But now it’s your turn, I’d love to nibble at your wonderfully cute soul tails.”

A flash of a dead lover’s smile when I told her my Naranggas weren’t cute!

Tretion laughs, “Everything about you is cute.”

I quickly but carefully let my fingers slide up her sides, around her arms, and rest on her neck. Pull her into another long kiss to bury the painful memory. After a few heartbeats she laughs again, pulls back.

Then her other hand is moving, caressing a too soft pattern into my thigh. Only slowly moving up and up and…

“Oh I’m going to drag such adorable little sounds out of you tonight.” She whispers, nibbling at my lips.

I can’t help but let out a huff of annoyance as Her Amwella burns hot just over mine, scorches my soul with wondrous heat that… that I can’t help but want to reach up and snuggle to! But… but every time I get too close the blaze drives me away!

“Let me hear you beg for it.” She purrs.

I… I don’t know why I’m suddenly like… shy about this! Thendra gets more out of me in our more tame nights… has me wordlessly screaming when she’s really passionate.

“Lyraaaa.” Raska fingers sort of… pause around my cunt. Like a spider with each leg poised just at the edges. “C’mon. Let me hear that beautiful voice you wove for yourself.”

That… cracks something. Something inside I didn’t know was… was…

“Pl– Please.” I can barely whisper. “D– Don’t stop.”

Her eyes flare up in delight as her fingers slowly begin to slide down to begin teasing.

“Good girl!” She coos, nips and nibbles at my neck and collarbone. “But not nearly enough.”

Then she’s… oh Dreamer’s Tits I melt into a puddle of nonsense as her fingers dance slow amazing patterns between my legs while her teeth and long deft tongue move down to bite and caress my breasts.

Before I know it I’m giving her everything she asks for… and probably more. Little broken whimpers and moans and pleas for her to… to go faster.

Harder!

PLEASE!

My own voice is… Dreamers Blighted cunt it’s… is that mine?

It… It kinda makes my everything burn hotter to hear it! Can’t… can’t help but feel my own hornii madness deepen with every sound that escapes me. Soon my body is shaking and bubbling into my first climax, and I get to stare in dizzy curiosity as Raska’s soul dips down to…

A flash of pleasure and flame and… It hurts but… nothing like Thendra’s feedings! All roaring heat that melts at my core before letting Raska slurp up the weeping mess.

As she goes to pull away I wrap Naranggas around her Amwella, ignoring the sizzling pops, and hold her closer. Not… not wanting to lose the harmony and wonder of a soul that so easily thrums in tune with mine! She sort of… groans and I think she’s sunk teeth into the nipple she was teasing.

Basking in this blazing Amwella dance that I know is flooding her with pleasure.

As our breath slows, Raska drags herself up to loom over me. Her face suddenly... kinda blank? No that's... huh. More serious.

"Hey, Lyra..." She murmurs after a second, eyes locked on mine. "Question! And if the answer is no then that's fine. No pressure."

"Muh?" Is all I can get out easily.

"Do you mind if I fleshchange a bit? I kinda wanna grow my gerlcock back to fuck you with."

I feel my eyes go a bit wide as... as I remember how... when my dark goddess told me that... that Fae weren't the only ones to know how to shift their forms to their spirit's desires. And... oh Dreamer's Tits how good it felt when she... um...

I nod furiously. "Oke."

Then her confident smirk is back and she's hissing a few low incantations. Things that hurt my ears and kinda make me wibble in worry.

But then that cute little flame between her horns sparks and zoops around her head and... and into her mouth!?! She never stops growling as I get to literally watch a bit of ambient glow from somewhere deep beneath her skin rolls down through her. Down and down, then between her legs and... and she's hissing now. The words almost... almost not even seeming to come from her as flesh twists and turns and... and then she grows exactly what she said she would.

It's... huh it's kinda both silly and intimidating!

Bigger than I'm guessing is usual. With ridges and little bumps. Pretty little veins of blue that seem to pulse a bit down it's length.

She coughs, then that little blue flame zips from between her lips and resettle amidst her twin horns.

"There we go, quick as death." Then she's gripping my thigh and an ankle, and tilting her head in question as she lays her newly grown member flat on the skin just above my own cunt. "This still okay?"

I nod, only just now pulling my eyes back up to meet hers. Bite my lip.

That... oh Dreamer's Tits that sets her off. Without looking down she slides herself down and across my clit, the sudden sensation causing me to squirm against her very solid hold of me. Then she's pressing the tip against me, like... like she's about to-

But then she uses our leftover juices to slip it up and over my clit again! Causes me to buck gently and let out a little moan.

"Oh... you want something girl?" She cackles, drawing it back down to press just into my second lips.

"Mhm." I murmur while trying to wriggle closer. But... but she just lazily pulls back.

"If you want me to do something, you're going to have to ask really nice." She smirks, eyes dancing and flame sparking as I feel her press just a little bit more into me.

I huff and slump back into the sheets a bit, squeeze eyes shut and... and focus on... on what I want and... and getting my tongue to work.

"Pl- Please." I manage.

"Pleeeeeease..." She whispers, sliding up and across me again. "What?"

"F- fuck. Me." I force out through another desperate wiggle.

"Ha. Good girl." She praises, then shoves herself into me without pause. Immediately going deep and causing me to yelp. Not in pain but... but surprise!!!

A thrumming of wonderful warmth seems to... to pulse and fill me! Like... like a bit of her soul is wrapped deep within that extension of herself.

Out slowly, so much so that I can't help but try and scoot after her. Then back in, hard and fast. Slamming her hips into mind and causing a moan mixed with a yelp to jump from my lips.

Again, but faster. And faster...

At some point she releases my legs to curl down and over. Sinking teeth into my neck as she pins my arms above me. My own legs wrapped tight around her, pulling her harder and deeper as I moan and growl and whimper uncontrollably.

To compare this to Thendra's work is stupid. She is a storm of nonsense that drowns me when she shifts. Because this? Raska's work? It's a thrumming of force and flame and fury. The sensation of being like... Dreamer's Tits I don't know!!! Filled with a blazing core of fire that seems to want nothing more than to sear my insides.

But like... okay there is pain but it's so small and faded very fast. Too fast, honestly. But I can't really complain.

Because despite her seemingly directionless motions, she is hitting all the right spots, and biting down in the perfect moments to melt all my thoughts into a puddle. Then I can feel it. A... a bubbling up from within both our souls. Twin climaxes rising up and up and. Shoving faster, plunging deeper, biting hard and not letting go as we erupt together. Amwella cores slamming together as a wash of deep searing nonsense explodes from her into me. Raska's flame melting and licking mine while Naranggas wrap about her core and tear off a few good gobbles.

"Fuuuuck." She hisses through the teeth that bite so hard I can feel the blood dribble. "Okay... fuck me that... Just... Are you...?"

The taste of my own vile blood doesn't even bother me as I wriggle talons free to reach down and pull her into a kiss. After that... She growls and drags me through three more feedings, and by the end my Amwella is burned and a bit bloody, a few Naranggas look… pretty shriveled. But her flame… Dreamer’s Tits can I just… not get enough of it!

At some point I rolled us and took the top. Now lay across her body. Lips firmly wrapped around hers in a sort of… lazy and exhausted kiss. Our souls still thrum and dance in harmony, but… careful to keep enough space between so as to not touch and burn my Amwella any more.

Her fingers dance through my short-cropped hair as I slump and fall into her. Just… just enjoying the feeling of being exhausted beside…

Besides… What? What is this feeling? Why… Why do I feel so comfortable with this scary duchess? I’m just… loaned flesh she wanted to have a taste of. A pretty little reaver who caught her eye.

She’ll forget about me in the morning.

“Sooo… I never got to ask.” She whispers. “Why did you slaughter my cunt of a sister?”

Warmth that still bubbles through my chest and legs and head cools as if I'm drowning in a sudden storm. She’s… she’s going to hate me or… or be really upset and…

But… but isn't she like me? Or... Did I misunderstand what her sister was saying?

“I think the answer is pretty obvious… buuuut.” I can feel Raska’s blazing eyes staring down her body at me. “I want to make sure.”

I whisper softly, voice shaking. “I…”

But… no other words follow. And we lay in silence for a few tense moments.

“Is it because it felt like she was talking to you? Or… you felt her insults could have easily been turned your way?”

I freeze, only offering the smallest of nods.

“Ha!” She giggles, “Knew it. Our kind are just… too good at fucking.”

That sputters everything out. Thoughts that were a whirl of terror and fear just… stop.

Our kind?

N– Not Fae.

Not… girls in general.

Not… a Reaver or…

I twist to look up at Raska, can’t really move far… She's kinda still holding me in place with one arm around my shoulders and back and the other playing with my hair.

She rolls her blazing eyes performatively. “C’mon, you can’t tell me some basic bitch can match what I just did to you.”

I just… stare. So used to having my soul read that for a dozen heartbeats I don’t think to open my mouth and ask. “Our?”

So hard to form the words.

She tilts her head. “Yeah. Changelings, sex and flesh shifters, transgender girls… probably a dozen other worse words to describe us.”

I just… blink. So confused.

“Ukalon’s twisted cunt you… have you never met someone like you?” Her eyebrows shoot up, intense gaze suddenly all surprise.

Shaking my head, I can’t help but look away in a bit of embarrassment. Struggle to form thoughts into words. “Others are… B– Born wrong too?”

The hand that was embedded in my hair twists down to touch my cheek. “You thought you were just like… uniquely unlucky?”

I huff as she pulls my face back up to meet her gaze. Can only give her a little nod.

“Wow. That… huh. That’s horrible.”

I wince, look away again.

“Well fuck that!” She laughs and hugs me close. “I was expecting to just… keep you to myself these next few months. But now I have to get you mingled with my girls!”

I nearly squeak in such sudden surprise and terror and fluttering hope at… at… meeting…

“The cunts who cracked me, helped me figure out the flesh changing magic to get my body shifting in all the right places.” She grins. “Oh… They are going to adore you. Gobble you right up!”

I stammer out a few nonsense sounds of objection and worry.

“Where I go, my Kujdestar goes.” She drags me closer, nibbles on my nose before I can react. “And we’re going to be pretty bored until my outriders get things set up over the next few months for our big attack otherwise. So I mean to spend that time with people who saw who I was before even I did.”

I’m just… too exhausted and filled with good sex afterglows to argue. Almost… almost convinced this is all an elaborate dream. And under Raska’s intoxicating caresses through my short hair I can’t help but drift away into sleepy oblivion.