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SMUTT! DREAM SEX! Plurality of wow and new developments! Um... self-deprecation and a lot of fear of loneliness. Head noodle/tendril being used for SEX! HA! END OF ARC THREE!!!! AHHHH!!!! WELCOMEWELCOMEWELCOME!!! AND beeeeg thankums for readerings!!!

As I nearly lunge forward and pounce on my lover, the laughter I’ve kept within bubbles up to bathe the Dream. Smothering her in the delight at… at her love.

Of me.

HER Aceso.

Tumble and roll and squeeze at her new tendrils and form. Giggling at the changes she doesn’t notice. The… the gifts from my mothers.

Songs from two of them that I gave her during our first merging.

Scales and headstalks from another apparently found and claimed as our spirits mingled close to survive Amwella starvation.

Even our ability to mantle spirits and be mantled in term.

To claim and be claimed as Challa.

And she bares them SO well! As… as well as any of my si–

But she’s stronger than me here. Easily, but ever playfully, taking the top to pin everything I am to the sand beneath. Straddling hips while hands grip my wrists and her endless main of headstalks wrangle the set that tumbled from my form.

Then her lips find their prey. And their warmth makes the Dream tilt again. Warmth of her breath and gentle insistent workings of her tongue dancing with mine would send me spiraling where I not already pressed flat.

Can’t help but marvel at how well she has taken to the art of lovemaking in so short a time since her freedom was claimed. Practicing endlessly and with such delight with all the lovers she could find. Gathering Amwella and sharing that flame and… And tending to the Waking World as I did. When I walked with my own two feet.

But... I was so alone then.

Even amidst a sea of Passing Flames and Treasured Embers. None could... could understand my World Song. Not just the pain and sacrifice it took to weave it from myself, but... but help me find a life to replace... re... replace...

Ina pulls back, a hand moving to cup my cheek. “Hey… Love. I’m here. Always.”

Can’t help the tears that dribble and stain the dry warm sand about to damp coldness. “No. Just… Until the Dream’s end.”

Her face twists in pain to match mine, and… we can both feel the spaces around us begin to fill with that sadness.

So I do the only reasonable thing, and buck her off me. Then pounce to use experience and well-honed skills to wind about and around her back. Pin this wonderful spirit to my chest and bind her tightly in my own mess of headstalks.

“But till then, you are mine.” I purr in her ear as Ina goes still. The Dream tittering with rekindled hungers as fingers and tendrils begin to wander about this form her Spirit wove from naught but inspired memories. “And I mean to… How would Yrelia phrase it?”

She giggles, and the shadows all around fade to warmth and bubbling delight. “Fuck me silly?”

I chuckle and nibble at the base of a headstalk. “Exactly. Were these legs of flesh and not dream I’d ensure walking would be… troublesome. Come the morning. And perhaps a few after that still.”

She shivers and moans at that. Both the words and touch of teeth at such a sensitive spot. My memories without a doubt gifting her the understanding of just how that feels.

Which… hmm… I never taught her that working, actually. And refolding a new form about her spirit is anything but easy. Even in a Dream. So… How did she do this?

Ina bucks and writhes and lets out a whimper that tugs me from the little worry as my headstalks find her ankles. Begin to wrap around and around. Then shift and pull legs apart as my fingers dance up her sides and caress the soft scaled skin. Her own little mane now fully twisted and bound amidst mine by the time they find her breasts.

I let her arms and hands remain free though. Adore how she paws and clutches at my knees as her everything melts into our lovemaking. My fingers finding her thighs and raking perfect looping patterns between the ever twisting tendrils that bind her. Slowly working up to dance just around and about her second lips.

“A– Aceso…” She whispers my name, and I can’t help but sink fangs into her neck at that.

Let the tip of a headstalk’s tendril snake up to gently rub at the flesh between my fingers. Enjoy how she shivers and trembles at this eternally soft teasing while everything else squeezes and bites harder.

“Pl– please.” My Challa begs. Hips wiggling and twisting as she chases the tendril’s touch. “Ac– Aceso. I… I… I just...”

Can’t help but let my purring chuckle roll up and through her as I savor her pleas. Tease and toy with her for what must feel an eternity of wonderfully unfulfilled promises. But… eventually I indulge her desires.

Twist and shove the tip of my tendril up and into her. Gently but… forcefully. Gifting her that perfect mix of very nearly too full but… never even a little too much. Something almost impossible for all others to know so immediately and quickly outside a Dream. Especially without full control of a tendril's girth and softness.

She gasps, which quickly turns into a moan of pleasure as I find her deepest places, then… slowly pull nearly out.

Then wriggle back into her.

Again and again. Over and over. Even add a second tendril as she loosens enough for it.

Set the steady rhythm for her pleasure smothered song to thrum with. This slow penetration the base melody, my fingers and teeth forming a lilting harmony. Her moans and whimpered pleas and calling of my name the voice.

And… in the midst of the song I weave through my Challa, our Amwella blazes. Spirits linked so tightly that her pleasure might as well be mine. Reflected and echoed.

Perfect.

Almost as much as the first climax I slowly press into the heart of her everything. A thing woven with all the best memories she shared with me. The most… most special and vibrant and sometimes silly sex she’s had with our lovers sprinkled with the endless broken and fractured recollections I have of my time walking the Waking World.

Squeezed together tightly, and pulled through her everything as I press deeper and deeper.

Feel… her bubbling over. The song ringing in our ears as the warmth ruptures deep within her and me and all the Dream. Everything tightening about the tendril reaching impossibly deep into her. Amwella cracks and sparks and melts and bleeds and slurps up anything and everything so nothing of us is wasted and anything I felt break off is instantly reclaimed and pulled close.

Deep breaths.

Yes. I know it’s just a Dream but… it helps. Okay?

Deep. Fucking. Breaths.

Wow.

Fuck.

I… Aceso I… wow.

We’ve… just kinda fallen to slump into the sand. Ina’s twisted about and now lies with limbs tangled and forehead pressed to mine.

“I told you.” I whisper. Letting fingers trace through her headstalks. “Dream sex is the best sex.”

“But… Isn’t everything just… one big Dream?” She giggles between those deep breaths she insisted help her calm.

I laugh with her, pull my Challa close. “Yes.”

“So…?”

“All sex is Dream sex. Which means all sex can be the best sex. Just… we have more control within the Dream we share.” I reply.

Ina nuzzles my nose, then… pauses.

And such a look of surprise crosses her face.

I wonder if she’s about to truly notice the form she’s woven but…

“We never get tired in a Dream.” She sputters. “We… we can just…”

“Fuck till it ends? Yes.” I smirk and shrug. “If you’re okay dealing with the mess your body will make due to the… very vivid and possibly actual climaxes your flesh will feel. That is.”

She grins. “Oh. Oh fuck me I am actually more than totally okay with that.”

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Then moves to sit astride me and proceeds to learn everything she can about the nature of Dream sex this night.

** ** **

Waking up is… ugh.

Messy.

Like… everywhere. Inside and outside and between all the places. Wet with sweat and drool and second lip drool and prolly… yeah that’s a bit of blood our lover’s apparently missed from our battle.

Sweet that they cleaned us a little after we passed out in their arms though.

Can’t help but agree with a smirk as I pull us from the quilts to sit up. She tries to tell our hair to wiggle itself out of our eyes and face but… it’s pretty sleepy still so I use our hands.

Find only soft hair.

Oh… Well. Even if they were here we shouldn’t be mad at them. The little cuties were very busy till just a few moments ago. Would be all droopy and exhausted if we worked them that hard in the Waking World.

“Morning love.” Comes a soft familiar voice as a girl moves up to curl about us. Careful worry in her next whispered. “How are you feeling?”

W– wait.

Freeze as I realize where I am.

“Perfect, love.” Our lips giggle as Ina turns to pull her first lover into a deep kiss.

B– but… How? Why am I…?

A shift in our bed, and a second rises to sleepily murmur. “You both kinda… drifted off. Would have worried us to death had you both not been giggling out a bunch of silly metaphors for what you were feeling at the end.”

How am I still here!?! Still waking up with you!?! I hiss to my twinned spirit.

Mmmm? Not sure! Ina answers with a little nudge of her spirit. Then pulls us back from her kiss with Yrelia to twist and tackle Tasii as I carefully examine our Amwella. Mimic previous work with her first lover so deeply and with enough joy to leave myself and this second girl both dizzy.

Shake away the distraction to find… find our soul burning happily and lazily as if Ina roused alone.

Tasii lets a low rumble play through her chest, but soon lifts our smaller form away a bit. Face twisted in a smirk. “Smell like the messy evening you had. You need a proper wash, Ina.”

Okay. Don’t panic. Look to our spirits within. Need to see if…

But I can only barely see the edges between us.

My rotten and swollen mess of a spirit fully mingled to her formerly soft and small brilliant one. Sometimes it looks and feels more like… like lightning streaking across the night sky than two distinct parts. But only when Ina or I are bubbling with the biggest emotions, which both are right now.

Her with endless delight, me with horror and rising fear.

“That sounds fucking perfect.” Ina sighs and wiggles us free from their embraces. Looks about to find the others still curled about the room in deep sleep.

Our final gift of song before we tumbled into a dream, it feels. A melody to help them rest well and deeply should they embrace it. Promises woven within that their lover would wake fully healed and... and...

Start to panic then.

I fucked up. So badly. Your lovers are going to… to hate this! Hate me! We’re fully merged and… and I don’t know how to split away! If we run out of Amwella we… you’ll get more hurt and… and what if…

But Ina coos and nuzzles me close. Easily sharing her calm confidence while pulling us from the bed and into the connected bathing room. Humming a gentle song for the morning leg aches and any lingering head pains.

Aceso? She hums my name into our slowly quieting spirit while preparing our bath.

The… the name is such a comfort. Which also terrifies me as before today we struggled to… to claim names while merged! We were the big and little spirit! Memories a shared pool and… but… still able to pull apart so she could always be safe with her lovers and… but…

Take a deep breath with me. Okay? Ina presses. C’mon.

Big breath in…

Hold it.

Ouuuut.

Good girl.

Already naked so she just… slips us into the warm waters. Holds us and me so easily in this firm of gentle grip. Forcing more deep and calming breaths through everything.

So. She starts carefully and with only a little hesitation. You made this body. Right? Literally a gift for a trans girl like me?

Ina I… Yes. Is my careful reply.

Buuut... You don’t remember everything from those final days, right? She asks. Can’t fully understand the song still?

No. I answer. And… even if I could, the melodies are too complicated. Body’s are endlessly more so and the song needed to be allowed to weave freely into that without needing my direction.

But, you did tell her your plans. She like... literally helped you smuggle shards out to the world.

Pause at that, nod our head in agreement.

Good chance she gave you some ideas for what she wanted? Helped inspire the shape of this form?

Bite our lip as I try to dredge up the memories as carefully as I can. Not… not wanting to spiral into waking nightmares. Y– yes? Maybe?

Okaaay… so. Next question. Did you change the song when you wove it around me?

No. I can’t help but whimper. Wishing I could lie or feign ignorance or…

So… Doesn’t this seem interesting how well it’s adapting to your shard?

My fear studders a bit. Um… But… but that…

She picks up as I trail off. How this flesh just… naturally weaves itself around your spirit, your shard? Almost like it was made specifically, intentionally, purposefully to bear a shard and maybe even like... do this? Mingle so fully your eventually get to wake up perfectly into the world again with her?

I’m struggling to find a reply to explain how that doesn’t make any sense. My Ina from all those years ago didn’t want a shard! She… she wanted the Weaver freed! To be with Her!!! Not… not ME! Not this... This broken rotting things we–

But my painful wailings are interrupted by footsteps, and Ina glances over to see Yrelia and Tasii slipping from their underthings and moving to join us in this bath.

“So… Good Dreams?” Tasii yawns while slipping to sit next to us. Arm pulling us into a side hug while she sleepily leans her head atop ours.

“Mhm. The best.” Ina murmurs with such a smile while I wither under the weight of the coming words she is so excited to share.

Remembering all their suspicious and furious and totally justified glares toward me. The spirit who would hurt and use and endlessly–

Yrelia moves up to sit at our other side. Hands slipping about hips and legs to hug us close. “You seem really calm. Despite how scary things were last night. So… Guessing everything worked out in the dream?”

I’m about to very nearly shout NO to that… but Ina effortlessly shushes me. Keeps our lips grinning wide.

“Yup. Better than okay.” She whispers. “Seems we… kinda tumbled into something amazing. Won’t give the big cunt any credit for the outcome but… this is perfect. And probably good that she’s fucked off in one way or another while we figure this out.”

Can feel Ina's bubbling anxiety though. A sort of… twitchy fear one gets when suddenly and horribly faced with a threat from something dangerous and… then surviving out of luck. Only a single night removed from the danger. Only kept at bay by... by her pure adorations for this outcome.

“Figure what out?” Tasii asks.

Feel myself go so small. Trying to… to hide. Maybe if I go really really still she… they won’t…

But of course Ina pokes and prods and even nibbles at my… our somethings. Thoughts or feelings that are the closest thing to ticklish within our spirit. Urges me to be the one to answer them.

It'll be okay. She insists. Promise promise. Wouldn't ask you to be the one to tell them if I thought they won't accept this.

I chew on our lips a bit, then whisper. “Why I’m still here and awake with Ina.”

That makes them both pause, go so horribly still. Then lean around at basically the same time to catch our gaze.

My gaze.

“Aceso?” Tasii asks, finding my tone and words through these lips.

“I um… We… We don’t really…”

But Yrelia’s grin stops my words. Eyes more alight than any star. “Oh. Oh fuck.”

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what–”

“You’re both okay.” Tasii interrupts.

But… it’s not a question. Everything in her sings of trust and… and…

Nod quickly and assure her. “Yes. A gentle headache, but softer than any of our times before. Only a little song needed and most of that is for our leg.”

“So… you’re just…” Yrelia murmurs, then trails off deliberatly.

Let’s us find both the question and answer.

“Together.” Ina giggles as I can’t find easy and quick words. “Spirits kinda mushed and one big silly mess now. But never alone again. Which… before you ask. Is amazing and perfect.”

“Is… Aceso, are you okay with this?” Yrelia murmurs carefully.

I... what? Why... why would she even ask that! This... this isn't even.

Ina goes quiet and pokes me. So I try to gather myself and answer quickly. “Okay is the wrong word. I… More than words can express. YES! But also, I’m terrified. I feel as though I’ve stolen from my Ina. Snatched ever more of the life she deserves and…” Words are falling apart. The fear rising. Terror at them hearing and understanding and hating me for this.

Horror at the idea of stirring more nightmares.

“Love…” Yrelia purrs gently, hand drifting up to cup our cheek as my stammered words fall away. “You can literally feel her, can’t you?”

Nod through the blurry vision the tears bring. Feeling my rotting soul ache in blighted joy as twinned thoughts melt at her word for me. How easily this lover to my Challa claims this wretched spirit as one of hers.

“And remember what she literally just gushed about to us?”

Nod again as the memories bring ever more tears. Pull my Ina's thoughts as close as I can. Bask in her endless love and delight for this. For me.

“Well… She wanted this for a long time.” Tasii murmurs, close and warm and so gently. “And so do you. Right?”

“Y– yes. But…”

“No buts.” Yrelia whispers. “No excuses.”

“No.” I hiss. “All the excuses. This… Yrelia. L– Love. This isn’t my life! This is hers! And… and wh– why you should all hate me for this! She’s bound to me now. Always and Forever.”

Ina sputters and giggles through our lips into me. Snuggling close while murmuring. You say that like it’s a bad thing…

“IT IS!” I nearly scream to the unspoken thought. “This… I… you…”

“Aceso?” Tasii sighs and pulls me to meet her gaze. “Would you like me to make this simple?”

“I… what?” I reply dumbly.

“We love you. We trust you. We… Well, I can pretty easily tell you that everyone here will be nothing but stupidly happy that you’re always here with Ina now. With us.”

“B– but… I… I’m not…” I whisper.

You’re worthy of love, Aceso. Worthy of a life filled with it. My Ina coos gently but firmly. Sending such a blazing of lightning through us that I can do nothing but freeze all thought at. You deserve to know that. To hear that. Everyday. For the rest of forever.

And… Now you will.

Can’t… can’t do anything but feel my filthy rotten stupid mess of a soul crack and… like a piece of me should fall into the water between us all.

“You are.” Ina’s first lover echoes my Challa's thoughts so easily.

Never alone again.

So entwined with my Ina that… and able to share all her days in the flesh I wove with her.

Then beyond.

Wherever that leads.

“Th– thank you.” Is all I can whisper, falling into the embrace of our lovers and my beloved bound spirit with everything I am. Flesh a shivering mess despite the perfectly warm water as endless tears fall.

“Course.” Tasii murmurs into our embrace. “Glad to have you here with us, love.”

Always and Forever. Ina whisper to me softly.

T- till Dream's End? I ask.

Farther still, love! She promises. Can't wait to walk the Paths and... and everywhere else! See how far it all goes! Find the edges of this bigger Dream you keep telling me in! Maybe... maybe even find where you came from!

Can't stop the sobbing wailing mess that pours from our lips at that promise.

At finding my mothers and sisters and the worlds they wove. The sea we used to swim through together. Hope so much they can find something in this broken mess I've become to love still.

Ina huffs and nuzzles me close. Radiating her disagreements with that view of me but... not drowning those thoughts like me might. Lets me consider this new future and the pains I must stretch through and past.

But first... I need to help fix THIS world. Free the males in Lyttoral. Unweave these Curses and... and find all of myself. Help them heal as you've helped me. And... visit the place of our end.

The Weaver's Wood.

Face the nightmares and Beasts and worse still that lurk in that place.

Together. Ina agrees.

Together. I echo.

Promise. Promise.

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