5 days later.
Shiro half opened her eyes before her arms shot to the side as she yawned. She rested her left hand on her bruised stomach while she raised her other hand to her face, hooking her lower lip with her finger as she reminisced about the past. Unlike her young and naive ward, she didn’t attempt to relieve her body from the tingling sensation which soon would turn into an irritating itch somewhere her fingers couldn’t reach. Some may call her cruel for not telling Nakatei that the more she relieved herself the stronger the nature’s call became. However, she wasn’t sure that that would help Nakatei in a meaningful way as she was young and experiencing her first mating season.
The white tail with a forked end wrapped itself around her thigh as she remembered her first season like it was yesterday. Fertile women have their minds stolen away regardless of what they do in their first few seasons. Later on the call… no the need to mate shifts a bit into being bearable enough for a woman to not mindlessly walk out of her village into the wilderness for any man to use her but to be able to hold on for a proper mate. The lower the female’s level the smaller and weaker the man had to be for her to willingly give herself to him.
Shiro had mated multiple times with nekos pack leaders and once even with a pack leader from a different sub-species the memory of which caused her scarred body to begin to sweat a little. Their strong bodies emitting heavy intoxicating stench made her unable to resist and the strength they used to hold onto her was like firewood for her body to fuel her heat. Once a man got a hold of a woman she remained at his side, not because she or her kin valued their partner as other races did, the smell of an Alpha wasn’t just intoxicating to Shiro but to every female and given the chance they would happily change their partner for a stronger one, simply the ferocity that the man who suffers even more from the mating call released upon a female renders her unable to walk, meanwhile the man defends his treasure from others and waiting for his manhood to harden again.
Shiro remembered not being able to return to the Demi-Human territory during her mating season due to the nature of her work. Twice she had simply given herself to the caravan crew which gave her a nasty reputation for a while. She had learned to hire someone once she was unable to hold on. Nordlings were her favourite as they resembled her kin the most but she was never satisfied in the lands west from the great river pink-skins call Vitas.
In other races, there was a strong aversion toward relationships between two sexes which also existed in her kind after all they are selfish and leave the group overall weaker but when a village is isolated and isn’t visited by a male pack something switches in the women's minds as they are at the edge of their wits. The old warrior had experienced it once, after almost being driven mad and beginning to see the elders and the oldest of the pups in a shameful way she wanted to forget, at such time A touch of another woman brought such a relief that she was able to peak with the slightest of touch.
Shiro’s sweat-covered body reflected the ember light of a dying flame as she lay there with a troubled expression. It had been a week since Nakatei and Kia had left and Shiro began to worry about the two. Iris told her that she could feel Kia and if the necromancer was alive then Nakatei too must be... hopefully. The white-furred nekos didn’t know how the undead elf could feel Kia or how was that possible but she trusted the undead’s words. The demi-human sat up causing the drops of sweat to roll down her pleasant to look at the body.
Shiro glanced at the elf who was sitting still in the same place facing the tunnel the two had left since yesterday. The warrior thought of herself as a bit special among her kind, rightfully so as she saw many things on both sides of the great river and spent an almost equal amount of time living between the two sides. She had seen what happens to people who intruded into a relationship forcefully, especially when a woman was the victim. Without insulting the elf’s ample femininity, Iris had a male feeling to her, especially when she was near the delicate white flower called Kia. Making Iris the sword and Kia the fireplace.
Without the sudden call by the Spirit Guardian, they would have reached Nishimine by now where Nakatei could find a fellow shaman to calm her body. Even if one of the tunnels had collapsed and their journey had extended, she was willing to give herself to the young shaman knowing how much she suffered.
But her young ward was a pure-blooded kitsune shaman who had never left her village before and not a well-travelled warrior who knew more than her little world. It was almost certain that Nakatei had succumbed to her virgin call by now and had become intimate with the pale-skinned girl with or without her consent. The nekos weren’t sure what relationship the two undead had but from the elf’s defensive posture when holding Kia, Shiro knew that Nakatei losing her mind wasn’t even approaching a proper excuse to the stoic elf. The only thing keeping Shiro from trying to preemptively explain the situation to the undead was the slim chance Nakatei managed to keep herself together.
The nekos had offhandedly warned Nakatei that if she ever felt Kia becoming more attractive, her only choice was to explain her situation to the girl and beg she wouldn’t tell Iris.
Shiro’s breast jiggled slightly when she stood up tired of worrying endlessly and put on her lightweight shirt and pants. She threw a handful of the remaining silk into the fire causing it to come to life as its orange flames launched upward. All around Shiro small droplets of water hovered in the air causing her clothes to stick to her body which annoyed the woman. Four days ago she had broken the ceiling in the rain cave nearby in an attempt to kill a blue flame spirit which failed miserably and caused moisture to rise in their cave.
Shiro was still uncertain what had precisely happened back then as she stared at the column of stone in the middle of the cave and the scorch marks on the walls.
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After almost getting killed by spirits, the two women rested for a day before returning to training the next day. The undead elf frowned even more than usual and grumbled under her nose with every move she made and after they finished their training she sat down on that rock and stayed there.
Shiro silently walked behind the elf, she looked into the void the undead's lavender eyes were unable to move from before letting out a loud sigh. To her displeasure the elf remained completely still. She flipped her spear around causing a flash of yellow light to colour her bare feet as the spear tip scrapped the stone floor. The cat looked at the elf's shoulder and noticed that her student was struggling with something as her hands shook uncontroably. The furry ears on Shiro's head perked up as she began to tip-toe to take a better look over Iris's shoulder.
"...Go away." Iris closed her hands into fists as she warned the curious cat with a hollow voice as she was on the verge of her nerves.
"Oh, did your perception level up?" The beast woman scratched her ear. The elf usually couldn't detect her if she didn't wear her shoes. "You improve quite quickly, you know? You shouldn't waste yourself by sitting on a cold stone and staring into the darkness," Shiro tried to reason with the depressed-sounding elf. "I don't think Kia will enjoy seeing you like this when she comes back." A pair of hands grabbed the elf's arm and pulled gently, suggesting the risen to stand up."
"Leave me." Iris felt the void inside of her stirred as the beast woman casually used her mistress's name. She pushed Shiro away from herself as her clutched fists began to tremble again.
"You should take your mind off her. You're not doing her or yourself a favour by hurting yourself so much."
"Piss off!" The elf leaned forward, making her tall body look small as she curled her body further into a ball. She felt the vast emptiness inside her expand further, her body used to be like a lake filled with beautifully clear water which had been turned into a dry emptiness the longer she didn't see her mistress.
What does that animal know about what I'm going through? She is a filthy animal. How could a living Gor' like her comprehend the emotions of an immortal undead like me?
While Iris raged inside her mind cussing the beast woman, her body began to shiver as her warm body grew cold to the touch.
*Whack*
The blunt side of Shiro's spear tip landed squarely on Iris's head as she decided her student needed to come back into the real world.
The curled-up risen remained silent as the echo of the hit began to die down. The hoplite's arm twitched to massage the spot she was hit before stopping mid-way. The undead turned around and stared at the living with disgust and anger. Something snapped inside the polite undead as her eyes rested on Shiro's. The woman's skin didn't compare to Kia's snow-white complexion but Iris's mind saw what it most wanted to see and the woman's pale-ish skin reminded her of her Great and Peerless Mistress.
"Iri-" Shiro ducked as the undead ripped a chunk of stone from the boulder she was sitting on and hurled it at her.
"I should have never trusted you! You filthy bitch. You vile animals are holding Kia away from me. I should have disembowelled you harlots in your sleep when I had a chance. I would have found another way to heal Kia, I would, I would. I swear, you're not my mistress...!" Iris's words were frantic and jumbled together into an incoherent lament as she picked up the boulder and chucked it at the demi-human."
The elf charged at the white-furred cat feeling the void inside her filling up a little as she was finally punishing the living for using Kia's name so casually. A blur followed Iris's claws as they came down on Shiro. The stone under the demi's feet cracked as she blocked Iris's attack before counter-attacking the frenzied undead.
The undead was mindlessly attacking with her hands, using her monstrous strength to brutally suppress the warrior shocked at the ferocity of the previously polite hoplite. Shiro kicked the elf in the side as she dodged to the side another fury of attacks, sending Iris a couple of meters away from her.
The world around Iris became blurry and blue in tint as if she was wearing glasses made out of stained glass, while she was trying to kill the filthy bitch who had tricked her into giving her precious mistress away.
How could I give away my mistress, who gave me another chance at life? Misstress I will murder untold masses to see you again, just wait for me.
"Iris?"
A hallowed silence suddenly enveloped the two fighting women as a melodic voice asked the ever-loyal undead a question.
"K-Kia?" Iris turned around, completely dropping her guard as she felt her non-existent heart start to pump warm blood again.
Standing in a completely different tunnel Iris saw the fox looking speechless carrying her mistress on her back. Before she could register what was happening, the elf's legs began to carry her forward.
Kia's petite body fitted in Iris's arms perfectly as the two met in the centre of the cave and began to greet each other. From the side the two confused beast women stared silently, unable to speak as the rapidly changing situation progressed without their involvement.
The two undead behaved like animals as they pressed their foreheads against each other and used all senses they possessed to fill the void left in the wake of their separation. The infatuated elf took a big breath of the girl's flowery scent feeling intoxicated by it after a week of abstinence before her eyes snapped onto the fox standing some distance away as she felt the demi's scent on Kia.
"Huh?"
Like a thief, Iris grabbed Kia by her waist and ran into one of the tunnels quickly disappearing with her stolen treasure from the Forbidden Continent.
"Shiro, should we pack up or what?" Nakatei asked completely focused on survival as her guard walked up to her and hugged her.
"No." The old warrior said, happy her ward was alive after meeting a Guardian.
"Are they gone now?"
"No," Shiro tugged on Nakatei's cheek, she missed the fox's annoyed face. "They will be back, they left too much stuff here."
"Then we should leave before that. I don't want anything happening to you." The warrior looked perplexed at the concerned young shaman who was almost like a daughter to her.
"Akane Nakatei tell me, did you do something to the girl?"
"What do you m-mean?" The fox's face flushed pink as she suddenly realised what the older woman was saying. "N-no, why you asked?"
"Then we can stay until they return. There was a little misunderstanding between me and Iris but I think it is solved now." Shiro said. "Nakatei?"
"Y-yes?" The shaman massaged her left shoulder which Kia rested her head on the entire way here.
"Before I asked what did you do while with her. I'm so impressed by you, I thought you were a spoiled child but you somehow managed to go without a man for so long, you are a lot stronger than I was when I was your age." Shiro complemented the shaman while she brushed her ember fur on top of her head which got a little messy and dusty.
"He-he-he, yeah I'm surprised myself with my resilience, he-he-he." The shaman chuckled awkwardly as she felt a vial given to her by Kia press against her hip as Shiro squeezed her further. "By the way, why did Iris take Kia?"
"I can only imagine~." Shiro left Nakatei with an ambiguous answer before walking up to the small fire and feeding it the last strands of silk.
"What's that about?" The fox's emerald green eyes looked up and noticed Iris's bloody jacket stuck between the ceiling and a pillar she didn't remember.
"I'm going to tell you later, but you start first." The cat sat down and resembled a child waiting for the storyteller to begin his act.