4 comments/ 22802 views/ 29 favorites A Royal Twist of Fate By: Xiamelia Today hasn't really been my day. Okay, so maybe this whole week hasn't been on my side at all. I've been ambushed, beaten, bound and shackled, drugged so I can't use my magic, and sent to who knows where. Maybe the captain knew, but he probably died with the rest of the ship as it sank in the storm this morning. Hell, the only good thing that has happened this week is that I survived the shipwreck, and I haven't decided yet whether it actually is a blessing. You see, I washed ashore of the island of Azaries, the race of hermaphroditic, four armed, amazonian women. They, of course, didn't welcome me with open arms. Can't really blame them, though. Most people find my ashen skin and unnatural, red eyes suspicious enough, and those who don't, think I have either demonic blood in me or have done some infernal contract because of my more... unusual features. Granted, having a hidden third eye, spikes on my heels and a long, spade tipped tail may mean that there actually is demonic blood in me. But who knows. And from what I've heard, Azaries have a pretty good reason to be wary of outsiders. The slave markets have Azaries pretty much on the highest demand, so it might be common that a few slavers try to sneak into the island to steal a couple of young ones, and any and all Azarie convoys to outside the island need to keep a low profile and stay on high alert in order to keep themselves safe. I once saw how all hell broke loose when a small Azarie convoy was discovered about a year back. Every wannabe raider crawled out of their hole and tried to capture the convoy. Ended up helping the convoy to escape, but lost my staff in the process. I loved that staff. Still do. Buried so many weeks making it, and it had travelled with me for almost as long as I've been free. Haven't replaced it - out of sentimentality, really. But now I'm shackled in a chair, flanked by two guards in a courtroom full of people, and sitting in front of the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She's over a head taller than me - and considering that without my heels I'm already taller than a regular human, she towers over everyone - with a picture perfect face filled with freckles and lips that seem bee stung. Her knee-long hair shines in all the shades or red, and her skin has taken a bronze hue. Unlike normal Azarie, she has six arms, each well muscled but not obscenely so. Her free hanging breasts are as big as fully ripe watermelons, and her buttcheeks are at least as big, if not bigger, with hips like of a mother that has birthed many a child. Her legs are as muscled as her arms, if not even more so. Queen Alicia, matriarch of the Azaries. And I highly doubt that she has heard of my "heroics". "So, to what we owe this... unexpected... pleasure, stranger?" she asks, her voice having a melodious tint on it. "It is not often that we receive unannounced guests, and even less often are those guests coming with... benevolent intentions." "My name's Kyrie, Your Majesty. I was captive on a ship that sank in a storm this morning. The sea brought me here. I have no ill motives, since coming here wasn't planned. I only wish to return home, if that would be allowed of me," I reply, keeping my head lowered in a humble manner. "And why were you a captive on that ship? Did we get a hard boiled criminal walking in our land, hm?" she counters, her tone slightly teasing on her second question. Or maybe I just imagined that. Either way, it made me blush. I don't feel like lying or withholding the truth would be in my best interest, so I answer honestly. "I was to be sold as a slave, Your Majesty. My guess is that those slavers considered my... exotic... looks to bring about a hefty sum, not to mention my abilities in mysticism." "So not only are you pretty, but you're a witch as well. Impressive," she says with a wink. Am I hearing her wrong? I look up at her, and see that she's smirking at me. My blush deepens and I can hardly believe what I'm hearing and seeing. The ruler of Azaries, one of the more reclusive races, is flirting with me. Just what is happening here? "With all respect, Your Majesty, I deeply apologize my intrusion to your land. I will do my best to leave as soon as possible, so -" "You will do not such thing!" The queen yells out, silencing me with a frightening glance. "You have come to our land uninvited, and you shall bear consequences for doing that!" She then takes a deep breath, and a serene smile returns to her face. "I am not without sympathy, of course. Your tale is saddening, and I won't punish you for actions that were beyond your control. Therefore, I'm going to give you a choice. Your first option is to stay on our island, as a... permanent guest. You will be subjected to all of our laws, but your status as an outsider will always remain. You won't be allowed to leave, but your movement in our island won't be anymore restricted than a normal citizen's." I shift uncomfortably. "So what's my second option?" Aaaand now she smiles at me. Gods, how can her smile look so evil and so seductive at the same time? "Are you aware of the hormone Azaries produce?" she asks simply. That makes shivers run on my spine. The Azarie hormone - called the Love Goddess's Kiss - is a highly addictive aphrodisiac. Only one dose of it and you're pretty much addicted. Rumours say that it also strips the addict of his or her mind, turning them into a nymphomanic, submissive bimbo. While we don't always agree, I really like my mind, so I don't want to lose it. "Yeah, I know of it. What about it?" "While our saliva and sweat also contains traces of the hormone, biggest concentrations of it can be found in our semen and vaginal fluids" she says, and I try my best not to blush at that. "The reason I'm bringing this up is that your second choice is to accept my challenge: have sex with me, and take in as much of the hormone from it that you can. If by the week's end your body has rejected it, you'll be a free woman, able to leave on the first ship that sails out of here." I gulp. "And if I don't make it?" I ask, even though I don't want to know the answer. Alicia leans forward, and her smile blooms into a full out grin. Her eyes are sparkling from amusement, but I can see that behind the amusement there's something else, something that I can't make out. Perhaps the true motive behind this challenge of hers, which honestly seem pretty unreasonable. With a joyous but even tone, she says "If you don't, you will become mine." ... Okay, so the queen wants me to become her slave? That... actually explains the teasing and flirting. I guess that it's want and lust behind her amusement. But why would she desire me? While my demonic features might bring a good price in the realm of the common races, in here it seems rather doubtful. It can't be my looks, since I'm pretty gangly. My boobs are almost bigger than lemons and my butt barely has shape. Maybe it's my magic that she's after? But if it were that, then why try and turn me into bimbo? I need my mind to cast spells, and the addiction would take that from me. Or perhaps she doesn't want me to be able to use magic, instead wanting the magic itself. That might be the case, considering that I have ridiculous amounts of magical power. But it would also require her to know that, and it isn't that I heavily advertise such a thing. Either way, this would provide a chance to get out of here. Were I to take the first option and try to leave regardless of that, it would be pretty hard. Since I don't know where I am exactly - nobody knows where the Isle of Azaries actually is - I can't really fly out of here. I don't know which direction I should be going, and how long I must fly in order to reach land. I would most likely get exhausted before reaching land. Transportation magic would not only have similar difficulties, but also it would require me to gather vast amount of power for a pretty long time to actually do it. The Azaries would notice it long before I would be done, interrupting the spell and making that route almost impossible. Should I stay in the island instead? No, that isn't a good option. I already know what's it like to live as an outsider. At least out there, I have the option to leave when the atmosphere becomes too hostile. Also, there's no telling whether someone would try to get me addicted then. But at least then there's a better chance that no one will enslave me. On the second option the chances of me getting out are slim, so it's more likely that I'll become a toy for these people. I almost cry out as old wounds start aching again, and old fears return to me. No, I won't be a slave. Never again. But I can't stay in a hostile culture, either. So, to take a risk or play it safe? "... I accept," I say after a few moments, and Alicia's eyes sparkle with joy, even though her face still holds a calmer expression. She seems so sure of her victory. I try to keep a neutral expression in order to not give away my nervousness, and continue "When and where shall we proceed with this... duel?" "Here and now," she replies without a seconds hesitation. My jaw slackens, and I look around. Almost everyone in the audience has leaned forward, their face clearly showing interest, impatience and clear lust. I turn back to look at the Queen. "Your Majesty, no disrespect, but here? Now? In front of everyone?" "Yes. Why? Shy, love?" I can feel my cheeks burning, and gathering from the snickers of the guards beside me, my face must be trying to disguise itself as a tomato. Gathering my wits, I reply, "Your Majesty, where I come from, what you're suggesting is considered a rather... private... act, and I see no reason why we can't keep it as that in this case, too." "Well, miss Kyrie," she says as she gets up, slowly walking down the steps of her thrones pedestal as what I thought to be her belt unravels from her hips, revealing itself to be her tail and beginning to swish back and forth behind her, "on our island, we aren't that particular about the privacy of our lovemaking. And while you don't see any reason to make this public, I do. Firstly, it's a tradition that Queens do their mating rite in front of her subjects." I scoff at that. 'Mating rite'. What a nice way of saying that she's trying to addict me. "But more importantly - for you, that is..." She stops in front of me, lifting my face up with one finger under my chin. "How could you prove that you're not secretly here to assassinate me?" My eyes widen, and she smirks. "And even if you weren't here to kill me, what would stop you from trying to cheat if we were alone? Cast a spell that guarantees your victory?" She turns around, and her tail wraps around my neck, the tuft of hair at the end of it tickling my collarbone. She gestures around. "In here, we have all these witnesses that will prove the fair play of our duel. Are you trying to deny them the ability to prove that? My, my, it sounds like you don't intend to play fair, sugar." It seems like I don't have a choice in this matter. Seems like this whole challenge is stacked against me. I sigh, and lower my head. My chances to actually come out of this victorious seem to lessen by the minute. But freedom is what I consider to be the most important to me, and winning this would get me that. "... Fine, lets just get this over with." The tip of her tail lifts my chin up, and I meet her eyes. She has turned around, and the lowest pair of her hands fumble under her loincloth. Her face is full of want and glee - she's clearly waiting for this. "Then let us start," she says as the guards next to me let my arms go, and Alicia rips the loincloth off of her. I sputter at the sight. Between her legs is not one, but two penises, both almost as big as that of a horse's. Her hands keep stroking them till they reach full mast, and I can see a pair of about clementine sized testicles hanging there, both seemingly full of cum, even though it's hard to tell through her thick bush of red pubic hair. What seems like tiny tentacles are wiggling on the tips, with longer ones in the base. She takes a step closer and grabs my head, shoving it into her cocks. "You can start with your mouth," she declares, keeping two of her hands on my head while the remaining four start to fondle her breasts. I hear a click and feel how the shackles around my wrists fall off. I turn my head slightly and see that the guards next to me take a step back, but Alicia forces my face back onto her crotch. "A, a, a. You accepted the challenge, don't go having second thoughts~," she says to me in a sing-a-song manner, and I scoff. I ponder my situation for a second before breathing out a defeated sigh, and raise my hands to grab her twin masts. A small "ooh" sounds through the audience, but I try to not care about it, so I'd be able to keep at least a little bit of my dignity. I push the dongs up and start pumping them, giving the tips a small lick every now and again. "Oh please, do it properly," Alicia says, and shoves one of her cocks into my mouth. I start to gag from the surprise invasion, and stop for a second to gather myself again. I glance up to see her pointing her - surprisingly long (heck, it's almost as long as my forearm. How does she fit that in her mouth?) - tongue at me, and I furrow my brows at her. Well two can play this game. I drop the hand that was pumping the penis that's currently invading my mouth, and grab her balls. Hard. She lets out a surprised groan as I start to fondle her scrotum while I suck her cock, my other hand pumping the other. I keep that up for a while, until she starts showing her dick deeper into my mouth. We start having a small fight of wills, where I try to move my head back and get her cock out of me and her pulling my head to get her meat fully into me. It seems that she's enjoying it immensely, but I can't deepthroat her. The tiny tentacles on the tip are wiggling all around my mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. Every place they touch is left with a warm, tingly feeling that spreads through my body, and it seems to focus onto my core. I speed up my pumping and stop stop the testicle fondling, opting to explore a little deeper. My hand swiftly finds a wet opening behind her ballsack, which I first tickle a little, and upon hearing a pleased moan, insert two of my fingers. To my surprise the opening tightens up strongly around my fingers, and it feels like tiny feelers are trying to wrap themselves around them. Again the warm feeling lingers on my fingers, from which it travels all the way to my already wet and heated pussy. Wait, am I really getting so turned on by pleasuring her? "Enjoying yourself?" she quips, catching me off guard as my eyes shot up to hers. "At least you should, considering how much you let the wigglers feel you up. Our genitals like to administer aphrodisiac through those," she continues, grinning wickedly as my eyes open up upon the revelation. I try to pull out my hands and mouth, but it seems that she was expecting this. Instead she shoves the cock deeper while holding my head in place with incredible strength, while two of her hands grab mine, one keeping my left in her pussy as the other puts my right on her balls, where the larger feelers slither all around it. Damn it all! I need to get on top of the situation. Since the bigger tentacles won't let my hand off the testicle, might as well play with it. I start to gently squeeze and rub it, to which I hear approving moans. Heh, her pussy feels like a waterfall with the amount of honey like substance it's squirting on my other hand. Well, since I can't take it out, why not shove it in? I slip in a third finger and start pumping them as much as her hand and inner feelers let me, and the more her groans get louder, the more I can pump them. But this isn't enough. She's just getting enjoyment out of this while still being on top. I need to get her dick out of my mouth. But how do I... I stop as the realization hits me. There's a way, but it feels like that will more likely get me killed than out of this mess. But what are my other choices? I can't think of any, and I can feel how her balls are already pumping the sperm into her mast, so I don't have any time left to think alternatives. So with a defeated sigh, I take a deep breath... And bite down hard. The result? Neither what I wanted, nor what I expected. Instead, Alicia lets out a very loud and lust-filled moan, and cums. Buckets. In her orgasm, she pulls my head down her cock with full force, forcing all of it inside me. She's shooting straight into my stomach, while her other penis is letting out its semen all over my front. I stumble back as she lets my head go, and I try to get some much needed air in my lungs. And why is my head spinning? Oh gods, that experience left me so horny that I'm practically gushing out a pond under me. "Jeez, you need to warn me if you bite that hard," Alicia says, "I could've prepared and not come immediately." I look at her angrily, but it's apparent that lust is clouding my vision. From her smirk, it's pretty obvious that she sees that too. "Alright, you're done. Now we just wait, right?" I spat, trying to keep my voice even. She raises one of her eyebrows, and grins. "Ah, but what kind hostess I would be, were I to leave you in that state? I think I should repay the favour," she answers with a lecherous grin, lust clear in her voice. Before I can properly react in my state, she's on me, ripping off last drips of my clothing. She spreads both my arms and legs, restraining my movement and giving her a full access to me. I struggle and try to teleport away from her, but it seems that my current state has stripped me of my concentration, disabling me completely. As she leers at my pussy, her eyes get completely clouded from lust. "Oh, look how wet you are. Must've been quite the torture for you, not getting to relieve it." She rubs the head of her lower penis up and down my entrance, the feelers on the head rubbing everything. I bite my lip, trying not to moan from the attention her tentacles are giving to me. "You - ah - you don't nee- unf - need t-t-to do such ah... ah... a thing, Yourrrrr Majesty. I ca- ungh - can take care of of of that myself" I pant out. I can't get myself sound convincing in this state, can I? Well, if Alicia's bell-like laughter is any indication, then no, I can't. "That might be, miss Kyrie", she says, leaning her head so close that her lips almost touch my ear, "but I would LOOOOVE to do it for you." She then bites my ear, and thrusts her dick all the way in. I let out a loud groan as she enters me, her cock being almost too big for me. She stops once the head has reached the mouth of the womb, not getting it in. That doesn't stop her feelers from licking it all over, trying to get it to loosen up. The tentacles on the base are now licking my pussy lips and teasing my anal opening, and it seems that a couple has found my clit and are now rubbing it like it's the last day of their lives. "Unnff, you are so nice, warm and tight, miss Kyrie", Alicia says as she bites her lip from the pleasure she seems to be getting. She starts pumping her dick, making each thrust as long as possible. I inadvertently moan on each thrust in as she tries to get even deeper into me. Her base feelers seem to have decided to focus solely on my labia, as her upper penis keeps rubbing my nub. Alicia keeps the thrusts out as slow possible, while the thrusts inward are quick and powerful, making her ballsack slap my ass with a loud thud. It's pretty clear she's loving it from the unfettered gasps. Suddenly she claims my mouth in a hungry kiss, while picking up the speed of her thrusts. I groan from the pick up, opening my mouth. Big mistake, it seems, since she forces her long tongue fully into me. Her last free pair of hands grab my breasts, roughly massaging them and pinching the nipples. She brings my feet together behind her back and ties them with her tail, freeing another pair. Which she seems to have intended to use to abuse my buttcheeks with the same ferocity that she uses on my tits. I feel helpless as the pleasure just keeps building up with no end in sight. A Royal Twist of Fate Ch. 02 Fuck. Fuck the fucking challenge Queen Alicia presented to me. Fuck me for fucking accepting it. Fuck my body that seems to be both in the fucking paradise and in fucking hell because of the fucking Kiss. Fuck the fucking slavers that fucking ambushed me and caused this fucking situation in the first place. Fuck this. Fuck it all. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Okay, so. It's pretty clear that my body isn't rejecting any of the Kiss Queen Alicia pumped into me six and a half days ago. In fact, it seems to be revelling in it. I've been in a state of high arousal the whole time, the need to pleasure myself mounting every waking moment. At least now the pain that I had in the first three days is gone. Instead, I have the pain of an erect penis. That is, a penis that's been erect FOR THREE AND A HALF DAYS. It seems that while the hormone decided that having a peehole and a clitoris was not okay. For the first three days I had to writhe in a mix of pain, agony and a need for an orgasm as my genitals reformed themselves, making a pecker grow from where my nub used to be. After that, only the need to get off remained. But like it would be that easy. Noooo, that would be way too easy, Kyrie. Like you'd get off that easily. I haven't reached a single. Friggin. Orgasm. Not a single one. It took allmy willpower not pleasure myself whilemy cock was growing, but after that, the arousal got to me. Then I had to start, in order to get at least some reprieve. But to my horror, whacking the new addition and fingering my hole only had the effect of hightening the need. I got some pleasure out of it, but now it's just agonizing since it's not building towards anything, but I can't stop it. To my surprise though, it hasn't clouded my mind . In fact, my mind might be sharper than ever! Which is weird. Shouldn't Love Goddess's Kiss dull ones mind, not sharpen it? And having a sharp mind in this state seems more like a curse than a blessing. I keep having such vivid fantasies of screwing Alicia senseless that they alone keep my need building up. Funnily enough, it's just Alicia. All other Azaries just pass under it. I've rationalized it that because I got the hormones from her and my body is now hooked to them, my subconscious thinks that she's the only source. Probably after a while, getting the Kiss from any Azarie would be sufficient to satisfy this addiction. I shudder at the thought. Me, tied down to a pole somewhere, used as a cum dump by the whole city. I can already feel how my body perks up as I imagine how the Queen has finally decided to use the new city bicyc- Damn it! Now Alicia's invading even my damn waking nightmares! And now the thought aroused me! Stars above, what's happening to me?! Get yourself together, Kyrie! Actually, since my mind's at Alicia again, it's kinda funny. What I've heard, when an addict is close to a source of the Kiss, not only does their arousal make their mind numb, but also their muscles relax, making them weak, helpless, and wanton. Instead, every time the Queen has visited me on these six days my mind hones on her, and I have to literally restrain myself from trying to have my way with her. Her mere presence draws me to her like honey draws a fly. Or a venus flytrap draws a fly, as is the case. And the draw has only gotten worse. It's like I can sense where she is, and instinctively try to go there. Like now she's a few rooms away from me and... getting... closer... Hell's bells! The Queen! She's coming to visit again. Noooo no no no no no. This isn't good. This isn't good at all. I'm not ready! Damn it, pull yourself together, Kyrie! You can do this! A half of a day to go, then I'll be free! Free, damn it! Don't screw this up, don't- "Miss Kyrie?" I hear the Queen's bell like voice, and immediately focuses on that, blocking out everything else. My mind's eye starts to draw the situation, with Alicia right behind the door with all her glory, her face scrunched into a look of concern, if the tone of her voice is any indication. Her huge butt swinging from side to side as she changes the leg she lays her weight on, and her tail slowly twitching as she's impatiently waiting for my answer. Oh, how easy a target she would be. I can easily surprise her and pin her down, and then pound that ass like there's no tomorrow. The bitch would deserve each stroke I, every drop of cum. I have a week's worth of arousal in me, and I will give that to her. With interest, compounded daily. Oh, I will give her so much of me that she breaks, and then I'll make her mine. She will be mine. Mine! Wait, no! Snap out of it, Kyrie! Nooo, no, no, stop accumulating. Stop! But my body doesn't respond. Instead, it just keeps instinctively accumulating mana. I can feel how the power courses to my fingertips, to the bottoms of my feet, to the tip of my tongue. The power runs through my veins to every part of my body, ready to be used to abuse Alicia. No longer is my body willing to align with my mind. No longer does my body respond to anything I tell it that won't in some way lead up to me having rough, passionate, lust filled sex with the Matriarch of the Azaries. My mind is the last thing still fighting this addiction. And honestly? It's tired of it, too. When people speak of magic in our world, they usually mean either one of two types. The more common one - which can be used by anyone who just has trained enough - is the magic of the body. A person's body generates life force, which it uses for movement and vitality. Usually, a body generates more life force than it needs, and then stores the excess in the body. Those trained in body magic are capable of tapping to that reserve, using it as a fuel to achieve extraordinary feats. Less common is the magic of the mind. Every once in a while, say once in a thousand births, a child is born with the potential to see the world a differently, sensing the system that makes the laws of physics work. They have the ability to influence that system, and the willpower to succeed in it. These people are what the world has labeled wizards, witches and magicians. But there's a third type that's mostly known only within the academic circles of the arcane. The magic of the soul. Theories go that the world is filled with an energy that has been dubbed 'mana'. When properly channeled, this energy can be used to do things beyond normal human comprehension. The problem with it, though, is that it's strenuous to gather enough mana to do anything, and unbelievably challenging to turn it into anything. It also requires really long rituals to gather the energy where one to try it by themselves, and the rituals are so complex and precise that one minor mistake can change the whole intended effect. Yet, some have theorised that there exist individuals for whom accumulating mana is second nature. Individuals who can use that power naturally. Individuals who can comprehend what goes on behind a ritual, stripping it down to a simple spell. Or shape the mana into whatever they wish. The Gifted. That is why I'm able to teleport behind Alicia while I'm still gathering the mana around me. With a quick twist of my wrist towards her, I summon the shadows to bind her arms on the wall, effectively disabling her. Alicia's head turns, and her eyes widen as she sees me standing there. I might be a bit terrifying sight, being all sex crazed and all. But I can't keep my eyes focused on her face for long enough to figure out what's going on in her head. Instead, my gaze drops down to that beautiful bubble butt of hers. Her currently rather animated tail keeps me from seeing what she's hiding between those round cheeks, so I create another shadowy tentacle to bind it to the roof of the room. This has inadvertent effect of pushing her ass out more, giving me even better access to it. Too bad she hasn't thought of having the same kind of loincloth on the back like she has on the front. Too bad for her, that is. I now see her genitals in all their glory. Her cock seem to be at half mast and dripping precum. The lips of her cunt have engorged, and a heavy stream's leaking out of it, down her legs. Even her asshole seems like it wants me. Or maybe that's just the little voice in the back of my head. The one that has been present every time Alicia has visited in these six days. The one that keeps whispering to my ear: Fuck her. Fuck her hard. She's your bitch. Make her your bitch. Show her you're the only one worthy to be her mate. Make her scream. Make her scream for you. Fuck her. Fuck her! FUCK HER! And now, I'm finally willing to comply. Without hesitation I warp to her, grabbing those cheeks and pulling her closer to me. I've long since stopped wearing clothes because of the friction they cause, and my dick has been rock hard for days now. So, without prolonging it any more, I plunge myself deep into her. We both groan from the penetration, and the feelers inside her tush start making desperate grabs on my cock. This is it. This is what I've been missing for the past days. This complete feeling of pure pleasure. The need for more clouds my mind, and I start my unfettered thrusting, letting out animalistic grunts on each push in. The voice rejoices. Yes! Yees! Like that, keep going. Make her your bitch. Fill her with your seed. Impregnate her. Go deeper, deeper! And I try. I try to get my dick's head deeper on every thrust. I try to build up an orgasm, and to get whatever I'll produce from it as deep inside her as I can. My pumps have no rhythm, no reason, just pure animalistic instinct. My mind is completely blanked out by lust. The only things I can focus on are my lust and need for Alicia, and the voice egging me on. And I just barely notice that it seems like another voice has appeared in my head, one that reminds me of the Queen's voice. And it, too, is edging me on, saying the exact same things. Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me your bitch! Fill me with your seed! Suddenly Alicia straightens her legs, lifting me off the ground with her donkey. I fall forward, my chest hitting her back, and wrap my arms and tail around her to keep me on. My legs wrap around her thighs in order to get some leverage, and then I resume the pelvic thrust with double the vigour. I can already feel an orgasm closing in. An orgasm! The first friggin orgasm in so long! Suddenly, Alicia's vagina tightens around me, sending me over the edge. My cock starts pulsating as I cum, and the last shreds of logic deem that I'm pumping sperm into her. The two voices cheer and congratulate me with a Good girl, and I black out. Once I start getting back to my senses, I realize that I'm resting on something firm but soft. And warm. Very warm. My head's laying on something that feels like a firm pillow, and my ear is hearing a calming, relaxed, rhythmic, thumping from underneath. There's a serene and protected atmosphere, one that is making me feel like I could keep on sleeping forever. The second thing I realize is that the mind-breaking arousal is gone. What had been a ravaging storm these past days has calmed down to a nice summer rain. Still clearly there, but now it feels like a pleasant hum instead of an agonizing buzz. Where am I? What happened? I start to collect my hazy memories. Oh, right, I raped the Queen. ... I... Raped... The... Queen... I raped the friggin Queen! My eyes shoot open. I try to get up, but I am pulled back down by six strong arms. I jerk my gaze up, and to my surprise find out that the comfortable mattress I've been laying on is, in actuality, Queen Alicia. She looks at me, a serene smile on her lips. "Did you sleep well, love?" she asks, her tone betraying a tint of playfulness. "I must admit, you had me worried. Most would've gone stark raving mad from lust in two days. I started to think that your body rejected my hormone." She lifts me slightly, snuggling me closer. "But it didn't! You accepted it fully! And that also means I won the challenge! Therefore," she fixes her gaze on me, predatory grin slowly spreading on her face, "you are now mine." Without a second thought I warp to the other side of the room, taking a defensive stance. I make mana slowly gather in me, while I try to figure out a plan of action. I see Alicia's expression twisting into surprise as she loses hold of me, and she raises her head, doing a quick searching look around the room before finding me again. I use this moment to also look at my surroundings. Clearly we're no longer in the "guestroom" I was put in for the duration of the challenge. Based on the slight extravagance of the furniture, I'd say that we're in Alicia's bedroom. She frowns at me. "I've imagined many things about you, but a sore loser isn't one of them, miss Kyrie." I smirk back. "You thought about me? I'm honoured." Then I adopt a more stern look. "This isn't a matter that I would swallow willingly. I refuse to become one of your little addicts." She gives me a confused look before also adopting a bit more serious attitude. "Well, it's too late now. Your body has completely absorbed my hormone. The cravings can't be removed anymore without ripping out something that you are." "Like the addiction won't!" Again she looks confused, which infuriates me even more. "Love Goddess' Kiss strips the person of their ability to think! And now you made me addicted to it! So either way, I'm losing a part of myself! And I REFUSE to become your little slave!" Her confused expression slowly morphs into that of a realization, from which it turns into anger. And to rage. She jumps up, and with a few quick strides walks to me, stopping to stand so close that I can feel every angry puff of breath from her flared nostrils on my skin. Her eyes blaze with fury as she looks down on me, keeping her posture as tall as she can in her state. Through clenched teeth she says "Do. NOT. Equate. Our noble hormone. With that. FILTH. Of a substance." I just stand there, frozen in place. Too scared to even quiver. Dang she's scary when she's enraged! And hot as hell! ... And I did not just think that. But what she said bewilders me. So, I do the only logical thing. Stutter out "W-w-w-wha-wha-what?" Alicia takes a few deep breaths, her rage turning into what seems like disappointment. And shame? "Seems like you didn't know what you were agreeing to when you took on the challenge. Which means I've broken one of our most sacred of laws." She sits back down on the bed, her face falling on her hands. "Oh Great Mother help me. This was shaping out to be so perfect, but nooo..." Okay, so obviously she isn't trying to enslave me. That fact relaxes me a little, and I let the mana I had accumulated out of me. Okay then, the main question then is... "What am I addicted to, then?" She raises her gaze on me. "You're addicted to me. Your cravings demand that you have sex with me, and only me. Each Azarie's hormone is unique to them, and thus when an Azarie gives their hormone to someone and the receiver's body doesn't reject it, that body morphs so that it craves only that Azarie. Technically, the receiver becomes a new being who's mostly who they were, but also a bit of the giver. That's why your hair has red ends now." That makes me look at my braid. True, my jet-black hair has red endings now. I also look down... to not see a cock. Confused, I slip my hand down and feel around, and yes, find a dickhead. It seems that it draws itself inside my body when it's not erect. "Is that also why I have a retractable penis now?" Alicia frowns at that. "You didn't have that originally?" I shake my head. "Hmm, weird. It usually doesn't affect a person that strongly." Alicia leans back. "Addicting another to us is our most cherished ritual, our mating rite. We try to addict the one we want as our mate. When we started to mingle with other races, we set up a law that requires us to inform potential mates of what they're getting into. As I said, a normal person would've irrevocably lost their mind within two days of not attending the craving. So that law must never be violated." "So, the Azarie hormone isn't same as Love Goddess's Kiss?" "No. That filthy poison uses our hormone as an ingredient, which is why you probably thought they were the same. The other ingredients are the ones that rip the ability to think and function properly from a person. It also changes the addiction from the person to the substance." "... Okay, so the challenge was just you starting off the actual Azarie mating ritual between us?" A nod. "And why did we have to do it in front of everyone? Obviously you didn't believe that I was here to assassinate you; why would you want me as your mate if you did?" A frown. "I distinctly remember saying that it is a tradition that the Queen initiates the mating rite in front of her subjects." That makes me slightly annoyed, but she did. Now there's only one question unanswered. "Why me?" She fixes a stern and steady gaze at me. "Why wouldn't I want my saviour as my mate?" ... What? I guess my confusion is painted on my face, since Alicia breathes out heavily, stands up, and strides to the wardrobe - it's kinda funny to think that she has a wardrobe, considering how little she actually wears. She pulls out something cloth covered, removes the cloth and presents the item to me. In her hands is a long, thin, black piece of wood. All over it runs runic markings that softly glow a red and silvery light, and here and there are beads, feathers and other ornaments tied to it. A quarter of the staff has been thinned out even more at one end, giving it the appearance of a sword's edge, and giving making the piece of wood look like a spear. The other end - the top - forms up a small claw. A claw that is grasping on a globe-like piece of ruby. My staff. With shaky hands I reach for it, grasping it softly. The familiar pulse of power flows into me, and a tear falls out of my eye. And another. And another. And I've started crying. Alicia takes a step forward, bringing me into a comforting embrace. And all I can say through my sobbing is "you win. I lost. I'm yours." A Royal Twist of Fate Ch. 03 A/N: Thanks for the reviews and votes. I'm surprised how well received this fic is. Please, do keep them coming, they're a nice read. To the anon who asked whether transitioning is worth it: sorry, haven't started my own, can't help you : ______________________________ Last couple of weeks have been a blur. After I conceded my defeat, Alicia lost no time in making official announcements about it. Everyone got crazy, and there was a four day feast to celebrate the fact. A feast that had a lot of alcohol. So my memories on the feast are really hazy. There might've been an orgy. Or maybe I'm just imagining it. The Queen's council also made an unanimous decision to make me the court sorceress of the Azaries. I decided to take this chance to catch up on my studies on the arcane, which I had to put on hold after I had to flee the Magus Academy a couple of years back. I spent days going through the wizards and mystics of the Azaries, trying to find some who would tutor me and setting up a schedule with them. Then there was the matter of the Queen herself. Turns out, Alicia's insatiable when it comes to sex. Every day she comes up with one reason or another for her to "satisfy my addiction". It's not like I want to refuse her. Great gods, who would want to refuse such a goddess? But sometimes I wonder if it's really me talking, or if it's the addiction. I asked her about it, and her response neither answered my question nor repelled my doubts. "The addiction is now a part of you, so what you want is what the addiction wants." There's so much that I don't understand about the addiction yet. For what I've been able to gather, part of the addiction makes the addict naturally subservient to the addictor, and makes the addictor feel dominant tendencies towards the addict. That's why when two Azaries who decide to become mates, they addict one another. Kinda natural way of keeping the partners equals. And it's another reason why it's forbidden to addict one who doesn't know how the hormone works, since this "equal need for each other" only works between Azarie partners. Yet, how come I also have this need to dominate Alicia? Because that's how I would describe that first yielding to the need: I needed to make Alicia mine, and I needed her to understand that she's mine. It has also surprised Alicia that she has submissive tendencies towards me, which wouldn't be normal on usual Azarie-addicting-an-outsider cases. Not that she's complaining; hell's bells, she actually seems to be a rather eager pleaser every time I take control. Or at least it seems like that to me. It might be a normal occurrence in Azarie culture for the Queen to give her mate a blowjob in front of all her servants. I'm not that familiar with it. Yet. But we keep playing this switcheroo on who's on top and who's the slut. Which tends to lead into situations like where I am now. As court sorceress, I am obligated to give the Queen's council advice in magical affairs. This means I have to attend the council meetings, and to either provide needed info or be the one to take the responsibility of researching it. And while I expected these to be slightly boring affairs at first, now I'm more or less used to finding myself bent at the waist and legs slightly spread, laying on the council table while the back of my dress is thrown aside, leaving my bare butt fully visible to the regent sitting behind me. Alicia also enjoys the fuck out of these situations. As currently expressed by her hand that keeps running all over my crack. She stops for a second before pumping a couple of fingers inside me, while her thumb keeps teasing my head so much that my cock sprouts out of its hiding place. I bite my lip as I keep the moan in me. "So you wouldn't consider it a danger, Miss Kyrie?" a voice suddenly asks. I give a jolt and try to focus on the topic at hand. Ah, right, the large storm that's has been ravaging the nearby coasts is now approaching the Isle. "Unf. I would say that it's not, Lady Skyla. This - ah - this Isle lays on the crossing of three ley - ngh - ley lines, which gives the island a rather perfect naaah... natural defense against storms. The vortex of mana conta - ah! - contained in that Node will calm down the storm considerably befoooooooore it reaches the settlements. I am rather surrrr- surprised that this isn't well known to your mystics, since that energy could be harnessed into more robust defenses." Alicia scratches my inner walls and gives my dick an encouraging tug, and I don't need to turn around to know that she's smiling proudly. Lady Skyla gives a nod and an "I see" on my answer, her face slightly flushed. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why her lower arms are bobbing under the table, hell, why every council member's lower arms are jiggling out of sight. The schlicks and faps aren't very quiet. And seeing that a couple of council members have "mysteriously" disappeared, and about equal number of them are now half standing and swinging their pelvises slightly, some of them have decided that the show's too good to just masturbate to it. I can't help but grin devilishly at that, and I raise my head and prob my elbows so that my head's resting on my hands, giving them a good view on my cleavage. Was I really this exhibitionistic before the addiction? Not that I mind; I like this change in me. "What type of defense do you have in mind, Miss Kyrie?" Skyla continues her questioning, while keeping a straight face. Or at least trying to. It's pretty clear she has less patience than Alicia in these manners. Another council member - Lady Elele, if I correctly remember her name - pipes in. "As the field marshal, I also would be interested in hearing about these defenses. Are you saying that these could strengthen our fortifications?" "That is exactly what ah-I'm saying, Lady Elele. And if my calculations arrrrrre correct, it could also be used to cre-" I yelp loudly as Alicia sticks a wet finger into my bum without any warning. It takes me a minute to gather myself again - a minute that Alicia spends pumping her fingers into both of my holes - and I continue. "To create a near impenetrable shield in case of a siege against this Isle. Ung. I do have to do more ca-ah-calculations and test it out to say for sure." "That is great to hear, Miss Kyrie!" Elele bellows out. I guess she orgasmed while saying that, which almost makes me giggle. I can feel Alicia standing up and moving next to me, another one of her hands joining its siblings on my buttocks, this one deciding to focus on my left cheek with soft taps. "Indeed this is good to hear. Now then, is there anything else left in the agenda?" Alicia says, giving a pointed look at Skyla, who's currently leaning on the table rather heavily, taking deep breaths. "Hm? Ah! No, Your Majesty, that was all for this meeting." "Very well, meeting dismissed. Now if you would excuse us, I have some important advice to seek from our dear Lady Kyrie." It takes a long, torturously pleasurable while for all the council members to file out of the room. Seems like all of them want to have last glances at our play. And boy does Alicia deliver as she starts grinding her crotch onto my right cheek. I let out an involuntary groan as I push myself shamelessly on her, grinning as I feel the two hardening poles on me. And as soon as the last council member leaves, I feel how the cloth separating the cocks and my ass is ripped off, the wet heads now freely poking me. "You couldn't wait till after the meeting, my queen?" "Oh, my love" Alicia purrs, leaning her chest on my back and whispering to my ear, "I should never have to wait for your sweet ass." She pushes one of her tips on my rosebud, the feelers trying to open it up. I moan, and make my tail wrap around her second cock, wetting my spade-like tip so that it can lap her knob like a tongue while the rest pump the shaft in a tailjob. She starts pushing herself in, and we both groan loudly on the invasion. Gods and dragons, she still feels so big! No matter how many times she sticks those in me, neither of my holes loosen up. Which is good, since then we get to experience it every time. "Oh Great Mother, Kyrie," Alicia says, and starts moving her cocks. Her tail first wraps around our legs, and then moves the tip next to my genitals. Then with long, slow strokes it starts to move the tuft of hair up and down, from the tip of my dick to the bit of skin between my pussy and asshole. I squirm under the ministrations, biting my lip to keep at least half of the moans in. As the need to distract myself - to prolong the experience - arises, a thought returns to me. "My queen, I've been meaning to ask..." Alicia pauses for a second before continuing at a slower pace, "What is it, my love?" "I've wanted to know why you have your extra parts? Not that they are bad, just... Why're you unique?" She stops. Completely. I give her a few moments, because she's probably just gathering her thoughts. But after what felt like an hour I get impatient, and take a peek over my shoulder. I see her looking at me, frowning. "Why do you wish to know that?" I shrink a little at her tone, dropping my gaze. "I just... I've only seen a couple of other people here that have similar... mutations. And even then it's only one or the other. And then there are those like Lady Skyla that have an extra row of tits! And none of you are shunned! In fact, it seems that you're celebrated! I just..." I swallow back a sob, my hand reaching for the horn stubs on my head. I touch them softly before bringing my hand on the tattoo-like marking of a closed eye on my forehead. I've vowed to never open my third eye again, as opening it has brought me more trouble than gain. "I'm just not used to seeing difference that's thought as a good omen." A silence falls between us, and each ticking second makes me more nervous, makes it harder to hold back the sobs. But before I burst out crying I feel a pair of arms circling me, pulling me to the warmth behind me. A third hand turns my head around while a fourth one lifts the veil from my mouth, which Alicia captures in a kiss. Not one of those hungry, lustful kisses I'm used to getting while we're fucking, but in a deep, sensual, loving kiss. I barely register the last pair of hands snaking their way down my stomach, one grabbing my cock while the other plunges a couple of fingers into me. I moan into the kiss, and lift my arms in an attempt to hug her head. In return, she pulls me as close as physically possible, wrapping me fully into a feeling of warmth and safety. And acceptance. And that finally breaks the dam, and I flood the room. My dick starts shooting out goblets of cum while a river flows out of my cunt. My butt and tail clench tightly around Alicia's schlongs, and I feel how a warm substance starts filling me, making me have another orgasm. The other pole shoots its seed between us, which starts to leak down my sides. And tears of happiness flow freely out of me. Alicia seems to have an exceptional talent on turning me all mushy. It's moments like these that make me feel that I've made the right choice on becoming Alicia's mate. Moments like these, that make me feel like I'm actually falling in love with Alicia. As I start twitching from the mini-orgasms that keep me over the edge, I feel how Alicia lifts me up and cradles me. She sits down on her bench, keeping me in her embrace as I slowly start to get back down. Her soft smiles, fluttery kisses, and quiet "it's okay"'s aren't exactly helping - quite the contrary, each one seems to give me another mini-orgasm - but after awhile I get to the state of afterglow, just enjoying the warmth of my mate as I snuggle deeper into her lap. We sit in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow. But after an unperceived length of time, Alicia breaks it with, "how much do you know about our belief in the Great Mother?" I shake my head slowly, "not much." Alicia takes a deep breath, and says "Our race was born by the grace of Viaestra, the Dragon Goddess of Life, our Great Mother, whose draconic aspect slumbers beneath our Isle. As you can imagine, that belief has shaped our culture with a heavy hand." "Like how open you people are about sex?" Alicia laughs. "Sex is a celebration of life! The mere act alone is a tribute to the Great Mother! Why wouldn't we exercise it freely?" Her laughter dies down as she breaks eye contact, setting her gaze on the ceiling instead. Though I guess she isn't actually focused on anything. "It's our belief that these 'mutations' - as you called them - are actually blessings of the Great Mother. Those who have them are seen as Her favourites, and are thus revered. As for me... well, I'm pretty much the most blessed of the Azaries." "Is that why you're the queen?" A chuckle. "No. The queen is chosen by Hadramiel, the daughter and dragonic aspect of Viaestra. She decides who is worthy of making a pact with her, and whoever holds that pact is the queen until their passings." "Passings? What do you mean?" "That is the downside of making a pact with a dragon. When one of us dies, both of us die. Luckily Hadramiel is Viaestra's daughter, and bound to be reborn into this realm." I let this sink in for a while. The conversation has taken a slightly morose turn, which I don't wish to continue. Instead, I change the subject. "Can you still be gifted by the Great Mother?" Alicia smiles. "Yes, I could have all the gifts the Great Mother would give if I so wished." I ponder on this for a moment. "So you could also have an extra pair of boobs?" Melodious laughter fills the room as Alicia unabashedly throws her head back. I give her a few minutes to collect herself, and once she does, her mirth still stubbornly stays on her features. "Were you to ask, my love, I would gladly grow two extra rows." I snort. "Are you this much of a smooth talker to your other wives, too?" The mirth disappears. "What do mean by 'other wives'?" "Well, I wasn't the first you bedded, was I?" Alicia shakes her head. "So that obviously means that there are other people on this island that you've screwed, and therefore addicted to you. Your other 'mates', since that seems to be the term here." I see understanding dawning on her, and she throws her head back in another full-hearted laughter. I let her gather herself again, and once she does, I quirk my eyebrow at her. "My silly one, there's no 'other wife', let alone several." "What? But the hormone's in your sexual fluids. How could there not be another mate?" "We can decide when our hormone is addictive and when it's not." Alicia cuddles me, rubbing our cheeks together. "I think it's more accurate to say that we can decide when our fluids contain our hormone and when it doesn't. It is rather useful, I might say, since we don't have to worry about accidentally addicting nor impregnating others." "Wait, impregnating?" "Yes, another quirk of ours: we can only impregnate those that are addicted to us." Okay, that's also good to know, but that isn't what caught my attention. During these weeks I've been here, I've completely forgotten that yes, people will get pregnant if they get filled with semen all month round. I drop my gaze on my stomach rub it with my hand. "My love?" I'm quiet for a minute. "I just... I'm not sure if I'm ready to be a mother. I've always been alone, so I have no idea how to interact with a child, let alone raise one. And while I've grown to like you in these past weeks, I'm not sure if I love you yet. And raising a child together without knowing that just seems... irresponsible of me." "My sweet Kyrie, I have no idea what you're talking about." I raise my gaze and look deep into her eyes. "I'm carrying your child, am I not?" It takes a moment for my words to register, but when they do, Alicia's face slowly breaks into an expression of pure, unadulterated happiness and love. She circles all of her arms around me, squeezing me into a bone-breaking bear hug. She kisses the top of my head, and whispers to my ear, "I can hardly believe I ever got lucky enough to catch you." "My queen, please! This is no simple matter! I mean what if I fail at this? What if the child grows to experience a life similar to mine? What if-" "You're not pregnant, Kyrie." ... "What?" "Another - rather useful - gift that can be gained with only small amount of favour from Mother is the ability to decide when I'm actually fertile. I've kept myself infertile because I believe you should also have a say in the matter of bringing a new life in this world." I let out a breath that I was apparently holding, relieved. And maybe a tad disappointed, though I squash that feeling before I start to ponder it further. Becoming responsible for another being isn't on top of my priorities at the moment. Alicia breaks the hug, making eye contact with a somber face. "Since you were honest with me, I should do the same." I raise my eyebrow, and she looks away. "... I brought the fact that you had a misunderstanding about how our hormone works to the council's attention last week." I let out a frustrated groan. "I told you, my queen, there was no harm done! I was the one who made the mistake, not you. And I was expecting a lot worse than what I got! We could've just buried the whole thing and never worried about it." Alicia looks back at me. "Even though I'm the queen, I'm not above our laws. I can't let things like that slide. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did." I let out a deep sigh. While I understand her reasoning, I don't accept it. But what's done is done, so now we have to live with that. "So, what did the council decide?" Silence. I look up, and see that Alicia's face is decorated with a huge, ear-to-ear, downright devilish grin. "They agree with you. There's no punishment." My jaw slackens. "You... you... you big meanie! You had me completely worried!" And for the fourth time the room is filled with Alicia's laughter. I huff and look away. That was beyond mean; it was absolutely horrid! I don't get to sulk for long as Alicia envelops me, softly kissing my neck. "You just keep making me fall deeper in love with you, my love." "Don't flatter me, my queen," I shoot back, my hand reaching my side. My fingers linger on there, covering a rather old but still painful scar. "I... I just don't like it when one would suffer because of another person's mistakes." There's a knock on the door, which Alicia answers with an "Enter!" In slinks a young, modestly dressed woman. She seems to be about a head shorter than me, but a lot curvier - but not nearly as curvy as Alicia. Her short brown hair seemed to have been cut into a pixie once, but it's been let out to grow. She seems fidgety and keeps twitching her button nose, as if she's trying to detect a scent of danger. She stops at a couple of steps away from where we sit, and curtsies with a "Your Majesty. My lady." "Ah, Rebecca. How good for you to join us. My love, this is Rebecca. She will be working for you as a personal assistant and head maid." I take a quick lookover. One pair of arms, one row of breasts, shorter than me, no seeming bulge on the crotch area. "You're a not an Azarie." "No, my lady. I'm a human." Alicia snuggles closer, feeling me up. "Like you, Rebecca got stranded here some time ago. Once we made sure that she was neither a criminal nor a threat to us, we gave her the same options we give all others that come to our island uninvited: either stay as a second-class citizen, or accept the mating rite challenge of one of our citizen. Rebecca chose the former." "Haa." I look at Rebecca. "Why?" She shrugs. "Just staying alive was enough, didn't want to tie myself to someone just so that I could have something I've never had." A Royal Twist of Fate Ch. 04 This has been sitting on my shelf for a while. I usually want to have something written for the next chapter before publishing what I've written, just so that I don't feel like I'm shooting myself in the leg. For example, originally this chapter ended in a way that didn't really give me anything to write on. After I changed it to current ending, the next chapter just kept flowing out of me. So, here it is, chapter 4 of this little erotic epic :) - Xia ***** "Rebecca, the list?" "On hand, my Lady." "Good," I say, and start going through the ritual preparation process. Figuring out the perfect spell to use to create additional defenses for the island took a lot of time to research, but thankfully one was found from one of the spellbooks the Azaries had been able to acquire, making that step simpler. Trying to tie the spell into the magical Node created by the crossing of the ley lines so that it would power a shield that would cover the whole Isle... Not so simple. The ritual I need to do was easy to figure out, but actually carrying it out is a day's ordeal. For twenty four hours straight I must gather mana, channel it into the Node, and control the Node's ever twisting energies so that I can cast The Perfect Shield around the island. It's a process that takes a whole day to finish, so a lot of things need to be taken into account in order for the ritual to be a success. Thankfully, everything seems to be in order. I turn to Rebecca, "and the pint?" Rebecca's eyes shift to a close by desk, where a pint full of white, viscous fluid stands. "Present. My Lady, if I may ask, why do we need a pint full of Her Majesty's seed?" "Just in case. There's a chance that the extended accumulation could strain my body, which in turn could make my addiction go haywire. Her Majesty told me that Azarie warriors have the habit of filling their personal waterskins with a mixture made out of their mate's sperm and vaginal fluids. This is supposed to squelch the thirst, keep the addiction at bay during the fighting and make the Azarie want to return to her mate more fiercely. I'm hoping that it also works here." "What about food, my Lady?" "I'm sorry?" "I mean, you haven't prepared any food for yourself. I would think that using so much energy would starve you. Shall I fetch some food also?" "No need, Rebecca. I've long since noticed that I don't need food in the same quantities as normal human does. That apple next to the pint should be enough for me to survive this day." Rebecca seems hesitant for a moment. "My Lady, if it's not rude of me to ask, what race exactly are you?" I turn my stare at her. "What does it matter?" Rebecca takes a step back, dropping her gaze. "I meant no disrespect, my Lady. I was just curious. I'm sorry." There's a moment of silence, which I break by exhaling rather loudly. "As far as I know, my father was one of the last Devas in Aether Isles. Or at least in the parts we can currently reach, there might be more land behind the Impenetrable Mist. It's from him that I've inherited my-" I swallow. I have no reason to tell her about my third eye. "My rather impressive mental abilities. Though from what I've understood, my physical frailty is also a trait passed from Devas." "And your... other traits, my Lady?" I feel the horn stubs on my forehead and take a look at the knee-length tail swishing behind me. "My guess is that I've gotten them from my mother. I'm not sure; I never knew her, nor did my father have time to talk about her." "What happened to him?" Rebecca asks, but I close the conversation with a glare. "Let's get this over with. Be ready with the pint and apple. The windows where those can be consumed are small, so you need to be quick." And with that, I begin the ritual. The first few hours go flawlessly, Rebecca being able to feed the semen when needed. Seven hours in, though, my concentration falters. I'm able to catch my blunder before the energies at work get out of control, but I find myself unable to continue. Hell's bells, what is going on? If I don't continue soon, the energies will at best fizzle out. At worst... I shudder at the thought; mana is wholly unpredictable when out of control. I feel my staff pulse dangerously. The energy it's trying to direct into the Node tries to lash out again as my concentration wanders off again to... hunger? Am I feeling hungry? Holy night, I am! "Rebecca, quick, the apple!" Within moments I feel the apple's skin on my lips, and I take a bite. And a second. And a third. I've forced most of the apple down my throat before I realize that it's not helping. Stars above, what's going on? Usually my hunger is sated in just a few bites. Maybe it's not the apple I'm craving. But what then? I've kept the addiction in check quite religiously, so that can't be- I freeze as I feel another pulse from within the staff. If I had time, I would berate myself for this mistake. I completely lost concentration, and therefore control. As a last ditch effort to save Rebecca, I push her back and hug the staff, trying to contain the upcoming explosion. I feel the last pulse of energy as a bubble starts to form around me, ready to burst. Except... it doesn't. Instead it implodes into me, destroying my staff in the process. The sudden spike of power makes me drop to my hands and knees, gasping for air. Oh sweet, delicious air! I'm able to take in a few lungfuls before I realize that the deliciousness isn't just a metaphor, but that there's a... delicious smell in the room. And moments after realizing this the hunger strikes again, demanding whatever is making that delicious scent. Ah, that smell! It's like honey coated heaven! Want. I want it. Need. I NEED it! Where does it come from? Where?! "My Lady?" Rebecca's quivering voice reaches my ears, and I turn to look at her. I see that she's a bit disheveled from the event, her face slightly flushed and she seems to be both concerned and... embarrassed? "My Lady, are you okay?" I just look at her numbly, unable to gather my thoughts. She just looks so... delicious. I realize that the heavenly smell emanates from her, and she seems to be rubbing her thighs together, obviously bothered by something. It hits me like a lightning: she's aroused! Arousal means food. Arousal means fucking, fucking means orgasm. Orgasm means food! Fuck her. Fuck her! FUCK HER! I jump up and pounce on Rebecca. She hardly has time to react as I press my veil covered mouth on hers, shamelessly grabbing her butt. I feel her moan into the kiss, but more importantly, I can feel her pleasure pouring out of her, pleasure that I seem to naturally just suck in. And each time I suck more in me, the hunger lessens, but the craving for more increases. To satisfy that, I unceremoniously shove my hand into Rebecca's panties, feeling up her lower mouth. She gasps at the new, sudden pleasure, and I take this chance to remove my veil and attack her neck with nips, bites and kisses. I happily keep drawing out more much needed desire, until I hear a whimper. My eyes shoot open. What in name of the infinite abyss am I doing?! I'm friggin molesting Rebecca! I teleport to the far side of the room, trying to gather enough willpower to not jump on Rebecca again. "My Lady?" I jerk my gaze at Rebecca, who seems to be confused, lustful and... hurt. "My Lady, what-" "Rebecca, go get the Queen." "My Lady-" "NOW, REBECCA!" She stumbles up and out of the room, and I fall to the floor. This was not the addiction whispering to me. This was something else, and I almost forced myself on Rebecca because of that. I still feel like I should run out of the door and just rape the first person who comes across me. I wince at that, and grab the closest bolted down object near me, wrapping myself around it. Alicia needs to hurry, she's the only one I can reliably have sex with in this situation. I groan, the craving making me feel like my body's on fire. I dispel my clothes to lessen the burning, but it doesn't help. I scream in pain as I feel pumping on my canines, pumping that makes them grow and get filled with... something. "My love?" I open my eyes to see Alicia standing there, worried. How did she get here so fast? There's no way Rebecca could've gotten to her in this time. ...How long have I been writhing in pain? Your bitch is here. Fuck your bitch. Feed on her. Fuck her. Fuck her! I slowly get up and walk up to her, forcing every drop of sexiness I have into my gait. A sweet aroma hits my nose again, and I almost drop. If Rebecca's scent was heavenly, this is like paradise coated with honey, caramel and whipped cream. It doesn't take me long to realize that the aroma emanates from Alicia, a fact that makes my mouth twitch into a manic grin. I stop next to her, wrapping my arms around her neck. "My queen, your mate needs you. She needs your fuckmeats. She needs them badly inside her. Won't you fill her need?" I emphasize my point by running my hand up her neck, gently scratching her jawline. It seems to drive the point in, at least if the increased amount of desire around us is any indication. Or the hardening poles poking my stomach, making me smirk. Alicia swallows roughly, lust starting to cloud her worried expression. "My love, you're not acting like your normal self. Is everything alright?" I answer by climbing up her, getting our heads on the same level before smashing our mouths together. I happily nip and bite her pouty lower lip while I sink my hands into her hair, softly grinding my core into her stomach. I feel how Alicia's arms snake around me, unsure whether to hold me or push me away. She seems to decide on holding me, which I reward by prodding my tongue at her teeth, making her open up so I get to slip it in. In response she moans, and makes her own tongue move inside my mouth, forcing it so deep that it almost feels like she's throat fucking me with that thing. I feel how my pecker pushes its way out of me, poking Alicia's stomach. I grin inwardly as I stain her with my precum, and I wrap my legs around her to maximize the contact my genitals have on her stomach. This is one of those moments where I both curse and bless how Alicia's skin keeps itself naturally oiled and lubricated, as it makes the hip rolling easier - at least till I've completely wetted Alicia's tasty tummy with my juices - but trying to stay on becomes increasingly harder. Thankfully she seems to notice this, as her hands move to my ass, keeping me up while I grind. We break the kiss and I move to nibble and lick her neck, making her moan. "My love, while I'm not opposed to your more... assertive self, Rebecca was very confused and upset. She was adamant that I come immediately, and that there's something wrong with you." "Nothing's wrong with us, my queen. We're only... famished, and we believe that you're the only one whom we can trust to fully satiate our need. Now would you please stuff your poles into us?" "My love, this isn't the time for that. I'll get the royal physician, we'll take a good look if-" I tsk at that, and gather mana. "Well, if you're not going to give them to us..." I summon my shadowy tendrils, binding Alicia's every arm and pulling her to the ground with a loud thud. She grunts at the sudden impact, and I bind her legs too before she can truly react. "... Then we're just going to take them by force." With that, I sink my canines into her neck. Alicia yelps at the sudden pain, but it doesn't last long as my teeth start pumping what is inside into her. At least I don't think the pain lasts long. I'm sure that I'm making her more aroused. And it seems I'm right, considering the lust filled moans that Alicia lets out. And her pokers start to fill up with blood, turning them as hard as diamonds. I remove Alicia's loincloth, letting the monsters free to slap into my back. I push my hips to her cock's base, and feel how her tentacles start feeling me up, touching and licking every nook and cranny of my pleasure. "My... my love, please. There's... something going on with you, you need... help," Alicia pants. I turn to look at her, and two emotions fill me: irritation over how she still tries to deny me; and happiness over how she can still be in her senses and worry about me. She is truly worthy of being our bitch. "we need... you, my queen. And we're going to have you." I start getting to my knees, letting her cock run between my bum all the way to the top. Her cock keeps twitching against me, and she moans from the movement. It takes a moment since I make it deliberately slow, but I reach her knobs, rubbing them up and down my crack. I moan appreciatively as her feelers poke into me as I line the heads up against my openings. I look down to look at Alicia, and without breaking eye contact, I slowly push her cocks in. She moans and throws her head back, unable to hide her lust. It keeps oozing out of her, more than I can drain in. Which is good. I'm not sure why, but that is an excellent thing. I hilt her cocks, and then start to slowly move back up before dropping down again. Each time our hips hit together, I feel... something happening in my body. Like something is changing. Each time it happens, it feels like I reach a mini orgasm, and craving more. I pick up my pace and create a couple of thick, shadowy tentacles. Without much warning I thrust them inside Alicia; one in her ass, the other in her pussy. She groans loudly at the surprise invasion, but I gave her no reprieve. I made the tentacles pump in and out of her, in an alternating pace, all the while I keep riding her. My body keeps changing, but I'm too focused on my pleasure to really look at how it's changing. I hear a quiet, higher moan than what I've used to hear from Alicia. It takes me a second to realize that it isn't Alicia, but rather Rebecca, who has slumped up to a corner of the room, masturbating furiously while watching our rodeo. I smirk at that, and put on a bigger show, grabbing my boobs and mauling them as I keep increasing my speed. ... Why do my breasts feel bigger than before? In fact, why does kneading them feel so good?! It has never before felt this good. I might get addicted to this. "My love, I'm... at my limit." I lean down whisper into her ear, "then come for us, my queen." I make the tentacles pump into her in unison, and jump a couple of times before I bury her poles into me completely. This takes her over the edge, and I feel how she pumps her seed into me. The feeling of warm liquid brings me to full orgasm, making us both spasm as enough sperm to fill a small barrel pumps out of her. I can't hold it all inside me, so most of that drips out with my juices. And I feel full. Oh, how I feel full. It feels like the desire I've been draining has invigorated me, as I feel more powerful than ever. I gaze upon Alicia and notice that she seems to have fallen asleep. That's odd. Usually sex rejuvenates Alicia, and I don't think that this was that rough of an experience. I bend down to feel her breath on my face, and I let out a breath that I seemingly had been holding. I get really scared that I might've killed her. I try to stand, but then I yelp in surprise as the spike protruding out of my heel hits the ground sooner than normal, making me fall backwards. I look down to see what's going on, and a scream makes its way out of me. My legs have turned black! And so have my arms! What the hell?! I take a couple of deep breaths. Okay, so it appears that my legs haven't turned fully black. There're silver, runic patterns here and there, and the feet have turned dark red. So has the spikes in my heels, which seem to have doubled in size. The black coloring fades away as it reaches my hip, circling both my butt and my pubic area. Those are still ashen, but the skin has taken a brighter, more silverish tone. Same on my arms. The black coloring runs from shoulder to wrist, with silver runic patterns. Hands have turned the same dark red as feet, and the coloring fades out as it moves from shoulder to the collar bone. It seems that my breasts haven't grown in size, but they've turned... fuller. My areolas have turned black and nipples dark red, and if I weren't still shocked, I'd laugh at the theme. It feels like my butt has also become fuller, and wait? Wasn't my tail barely to my knee a moment ago? Now it's all the way to the tip of my heel spike, with the same black and red coloring. And is that my penis? It doesn't look like one anymore. It looks more like a... tongue. I need a mirror. Walking's a bit more of a stumble, but I get myself in front of one. The sight makes my jaw slacken. My third eye has opened at some point, and the stubs I had have turned into full grown horns. My hair has completely disappeared. The whites of my eyes have turned deep black, and my irises are now deep, dark rubies. My lips have turned black, and as I let my tongue fall out, a wet muscle that's little less than double the length of my foot slithers out. I finally notice the black, wispy tentacles extending out of my shoulder blades. Six on each side, each double the length of my arm. "My love?" I turn to look at Alicia, who's gotten up to shaky legs. I try to hurry to her side, but my movements feel sluggish. It feels as if strength is draining from me. No. 'From me' is the wrong way to put it. It's like it's draining from my limbs and gathering into my womb. And it feels like it's growing, enlarging my womb. Like something is forming inside it. A sudden wave of pain hits me, making my stomach contract. Whatever that thing is, it's now wanting to get out of me. I fall on my knees as another wave hits me, then another, and I soon realize that the waves start when the thing's trying to wiggle itself to freedom. Fuck this. I want it out. Out! I try and find a muscle to push it with, and soon enough find a rhythm with the waves to get the thing moving. It hurts like hell, and makes me collapse completely on the ground. I gather the last bits of my strength for a final push, and I finally feel the thing leaving me. Relief washes over me as my muscles slacken, and darkness claims my consciousness.