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Mimic Ch. 00

By: NeoShade



It was dark... He could not even feel if his eyes were open or not. The cold had taken all of his senses from him. If this was death, then he was right to fear it. He felt that he should fight to live, scream for his place in the world, but there was no sound; only the cold black that enveloped him. There was no pain; only numb silence. 

"I am here," he thought to himself, "I have a place. There are things the world has yet to teach me."

Now there was pain; a stabbing of white fury in his limbs. His chest burned fiercely as he labored to gulp the frigid air that touched his lips. His face burned in the stinging winds, shards of broken snow biting at his eyes. His vision blurred and pained as his eyes opened on the white windswept landscape. Movement. Dark shapes. Were his eyes seeing this or were they still rebelling at the lack of color? The vague forms grew closer and he gained focus as to the nature of them.

Women, walking on the surface of the snow, approached him. His mind rebelled at the sight. They wore nothing. The tall feminine frames with hair as white as the snow on which they walked. One looked to the other pointing directly at his half frozen trapped form. 

"Valkyries come to take my soul," he thought bitterly.

One spoke... the sounds tore at his ears. If there were words, he did not know them. They moved traceless along the snow. The heat of their bodies on his skin a relief at first, but rapidly turned to waves of pain as it bathed him. Their hands pulling him free of the snow bank were branding irons on his skin. His ears rang in a storm of sound. A dark shadow rolled along the landscape and what made it came into view. A dragon, wings spread to the wind, banked in front of him. It put to ground and he could feel the tremors of the earth beneath him. It tucked its wings in as it approached. Its eyes fell upon him and his pains faded away. 

A clear voice rang in his ears, "This is where you wished your birth?" it asked warmly. "Your kind always amazes me. Yes it is I that speaks to you newling. Welcome to the world." 

With that the dragon reached out and scooped him from the snow. Both of the white haired women settled themselves on to the dragon's neck. He did not feel born. Truth in it was hard for him to believe. His body ached and protested. He tried screaming at the fire breathing monster that he was mistaken in this. He searched his mind for another answer only to find that all too familiar darkness; his mind was empty. 

"IF I am just born then how is it I know that those white haired nude women are Drow? And that seeing them brought thoughts of them being Valkyries?" he spoke inwardly, "And that this THING that carries me is a dragon? It is only witchery. To be born is to be a child." His world went fuzzy.

................................................................

{Hello in there,} a voice whispered in his head.

"And just what 'in there' are you talking about?" he hissed thru clenched teeth. 

Opening his eyes slowly, he found himself in an odd room with walls covered in shelving. He lay on a stone table in the center of the room. A figure in a black robe moved to the side of the table and waited for him to finish his study of the room.

{I am LocNial... an Illithid,} it sent to him. {I am here to build you.}

"'Build' me? What is there to build? I am alive and could walk out of here."

{To where would you walk?} 

"I... " he started to say and fell silent. He could hunt... his sense of smell told him there was food in this room. This Illithid would build him. He sat up reaching for the creature's throat. The rage boiling over at this empty feeling echoing through his being. He froze as quickly; its face showed nothing. It was familiar and alien. The smoky white pools of its eyes were lacking in pupil or iris. Its tentacles hung from its lower face like a beard, two vertical slits alongside a scaled ridge formed its nose. He could feel it, in his head, waiting for him to decide what he wanted. 

{Are you going to kill and eat me?} its voice chimed in his head. The words themselves weren't what scared him...it was the feelings mixed in them. "Are you" felt warm and comforting. "Going to kill" felt icy as the wind had been yet painless. "And eat me" carried amusement and sent a tickle through his seated form.

"Loc, that will be enough for now," said a rich husky voice. He turned to see who had spoken. To his surprise, he looked into the dragon's face. He saw himself brokenly reflected in its metallic scales and large painfully blue eyes. Fear held his eyes; the reflection was charred, with only a vague hint at features. The Illithid, Loc, gestured towards a tall cloth draped item standing in one of the room's corners.

"You could do that," the dragon cooed, "though what will it show you if you have nothing to ask?"

"Ask?" he blurted as his attention returned to the dragon's face.

"Yes. Without a question, that mirror would be empty to the viewer," the dragon stated flatly. "Perhaps it would be best for you to come with me for a little bit. I have food waiting for you and then you can think about which of Loc skills you find of interest."

"So when he think-talks about 'building' me, he means 'teach'?" he asked. 

"Well," the dragon said, tilting its head to the side, "No and yes... See, he has gotten ahead of things and now you are confused."

"I want to know what you did to my memory... No one just wakes up full grown with the power to speak and think. It goes against the natural order of things."

"The natural order of things? What do you know of nature?" it asked with a warm tone of amusement. The dragon moved its head out of the open door. LocNial hissed in a skittered pitch and pointed out the door before walking to exit the room itself.

He stood there looking at the cloth covered mirror. His thoughts were cold and empty. Nothing was making sense to him. His hand reached for the mirror... His legs, however, stepped towards the door. Scents triggered feelings without reason. Thoughts brought to mind were food, home, friend, clean, and evil play? Reaching for the wall he tried to stop the spinning in his head. The cold surface of the floor greeted him instead. Once again, the warm black unfolded inside him, taking thought with it.

His body took over; acting on instinct. The corridors blurred into each other as he ran on all fours along their floors and walls. The sheath of hard skin that covered his body cracked and fell away. He reached his destination. A large trunk stood before him in an empty room that smelled like family. 

"You have a choice," the dragon's voice echoed throughout the room.

He froze. 

"The chest before you is your mother and father. You can follow the instincts of your kind or you can become something new and wondrous. It gave you this chance at the price of its own life," stated the dragon flatly. "I will not stop you, though it would pain me to watch you."

"What was its name?" he heard himself ask.

"Mimzerret." It answered.

He pushed the lip of the trunk open and began digging into the folds of flesh inside. Instinct screamed at his every nerve to devour the flesh that he tore through. He fought to hold his mind. He could smell it; what he needed. Talons formed and hardened in place of his fingers. His hand tore deep into the gore and pulled from its depths a fist sized blue chunk of flesh. Holding it before him, he looked up at the dragon... It had turned away. At his back, however, Loc stood with feelings of hunger, pleasure, and fascination pouring out of it in waves. He ignored the purple creature as he brought the blue flesh to his lips. Cocking his head unhinged his jaw. Two thin black tendril tongues shot from his mouth and wrapped the grasped flesh. In one fluid movement, he swallowed it whole.

"I need a name." he hissed.

This snapped the dragon's eyes back to him. Standing in the fire breathing monster's glare and meeting its piercing gaze. Loc's tendrils twitched jaggedly as it stood there emotionally silent.

"You wish us to name you?" asked the dragon with what sounded like fear edging into its voice. "You would not choose one for yourself?"

{He is greater than we gauged he would be,} sent Loc.

"I want you to name what I am, not who. I know who I am..." he said proudly, holding the dragon's eyes with his.

"I name you Mimic Khan, greatest of the Grand Mimic," said the dragon in scholastic reverence.

"I am Zerret, first son of Mimzerret. I greet you Grande Draconian," he said proudly... "And how am I to address you, Lord?"

{Where is all of the formality coming from, Zerret?} quarried Loc.

"'Uncle', Zerret. You may call me 'Uncle' for now," said the dragon with a sigh that billowed yellow hued smoke.

"Then, Uncle, I have questions..." he said while assessing the razor sharp talons that had taken the place of his fingers.

"I will answer all that I can, so ask what you will, Zerret," The dragon said. 

....................................

He stood before the mirror taking a long, studied, look at his own anatomy. He was taller. The average, Loc had told him, in human stands. His skin was a soft, natural, pinkish hue, though lacking in any feature. He was hairless from head to toe and also lacking in finger and toenails. His pecks lacked nipples and though he thought of himself as male, he lacked genitalia. During the hours of questions, he had asked if Loc had fleshed itself at him to show that it not having them showing was not proof of not having them. 

Trinseccet the Silver was the true name of the dragon that he was to call "Uncle". The reason it allowed this was strange: he shared blood with the dragon. LocNial was an Illithid, feared by most other races, that has pledged itself to the dragon's service. Mimzerret was the pet of Loc in the beginning. Having spent years with the Illithid, the Mimic had grown extremely intelligent. This, in truth, was the only reason Trinseccet allowed Loc into his service. 

Uncle had told him that a Mimic was a chameleonic predator, akin to the doppelganger. However, instead of taking on the appearance of someone else, they became something else; like a trunk or chest. Some of the more cunning took on the appearance of doors. Looking in the mirror, he thought about turning into a chair. Nothing happened. He closed his eyes and looked inward. He felt it, his eyes going wide at the revelation. He watched in awe as his body took on a grained wood look and practically melted into the shape of a heavy armed sitting chair. He was a mimic; instinct had taken him over and taken from the body of his parent its memory-brain. A racial memory nexus passed down for five generations, almost 700 years of morphic lore. He shifted himself into a dozen other things. 

He had to stop. Hunger gripped him, giving rise to thoughts of eating Loc. He shook his head which, after a reassuring look into the mirror, had returned to the state of vague adornment it had before. A quickened pass carried him to the dining hall. Uncle lay facing a table where a mixed group of nude females ate and conversed. 

{Zerret? I share your taste in fare,} Loc chimed into his head; {Thou none of those morsels will ever be ours to feast upon.}

"I am starving, Loc. This table is littered with burned carrion. I need to eat. I have found my shaping, but I did not realize until too late that I would be ravenous from it," he stammered through gritted teeth. "It has gone too far. I have envisioned eating you to sate my hungers."

{Well I wouldn't much want that... I do, however, have snacks that I am willing to share.}

He turned towards Loc and they walked from the dining hall. He felt his Uncle's eyes watching him. He could feel the questions that it would ask him. Loc watched him approach and his eyes did not raise such feelings in him. He stopped in front of the Illithid. He felt nothing at all from this creature. Loc's tentacles parted slightly as it tapped a finger to its temple.

{You can feel them, can't you?} it asked.

"Emotion, intentions, thoughts? What part are you talking about?" he asked. "You said snacks..."

Its tentacles twitched as it turned away from him. Walking briskly through hollow sounding corridors, he followed Loc. He fought himself. Three times he felt his skin texture, and the hardening of talons. His senses screamed through him, assailing him in torrents of hunger and need. A door opened to him by the Illithid washed him in feelings of relief and elation. Once again, he was barely himself. His body morphed. There wasn't thought or feeling in his movements. He felt the hapless creature for but a moment before ingesting it whole. The second, however, looked upon him in abject terror, and tasted far sweeter to him as it, too, was consumed to relieve his hunger.

{And are still hungered?} Loc questioned.

He held himself. The four remaining creatures scurried behind Loc. The Illithid stood motionless. He could feel it holding open a place in his mind for him to answer. His insides churned and he chokingly regurgitated a couple of metal leg cuffs and the head of a small smithing hammer. {I am myself again,} he thought. 

"You not you... monster of master, are you?" chittered one of the little creatures.

Loc waved his hand and the little creatures slumped to the floor. He could feel the Illithid. It, too, radiated fear in pulsing waves. Its tentacles twitched under a wide eyed expression, proof of its inability to shield its thoughts. He willed his flesh to his concise control. Loc stepped as if he was going to grab his arm, its tentacles flared wide. His thoughts blurred for a moment leaving his vision hazy and littered with tiny sparks of dancing light. He blinked them away as the he pursed his lips to put to voice the question forming in his head. Loc had bolted from the room. He looked at the creatures that lay about the floor. No feelings of hunger rose in him. The fascination of the terror emitted by the feeling Illithid however required investigation. 

Zerret stepped out of the room closing the door as he exited. Loc was yards down the corridor, robe flailing about him, and running headlong to what it thought of as safety. He took to foot, pacing himself to catch up with the Illithid. Before he could catch up, however, Loc slammed open the doors to the dining hall without breaking stride. As he approached, he could feel the dragon's annoyance at the Illithid. When his "uncle" came into view, he burst into uncontrolled laughter. Loc had climbed the dragon's face and was clutching one of the being's horns in the same way a small child would to its father's leg.

"Loc, what are..." Uncle started. "And this... so then... you too... and why? Alright! Get control of yourself and get off of my HEAD," emphasizing these last words with a tilted shake of its head. Loc's grip to the horn broke and he tumbled to the floor. Loc scurried to put as much of the dragon's body between Zerret and itself. Uncle looked at Zerret, then back at Loc.

"Perhaps you can tell me what you think just happened, Zerret. Loc has shown me his side and I can see why his fears have risen to such an uncontrollable level."

Zerret felt into the dragon. It was not mad or afraid, simply curious. It watched him calmly and waited. He just started blurting out everything: finding he could shape change, doing it made him dangerously hungry and what Loc had said about Uncle's female diners. He grumbled through the parts about telling Loc his hunger had given him cravings to eat him. He coyly admitted that eating the first little creature had curbed his need but the second... it being afraid made it taste rather incredible. 

"So, then, why did you laugh upon entering the hall, if you felt that I was annoyed?" Uncle asked as he lowered his face closer to Zerret. The feeling from his Uncle was that he already knew the answer and this was a test.

His thoughts raced through all the recent events again, if this was a test he had to have the answer. That answer had to be right in front of him if the dragon was making it a point to ask. He felt uneasy. 

"I don't seem to understand why I did it, Uncle," he answered. The feel of the dragon didn't change but it did have a mote of sympathy for him in the canopy of its emotions.

"Well, the hour grows late. We can continue this in the morning if you are in need of rest." 

{I feel no fatigue,} he thought.

"Then let just the two of us have a conversation... aloud." Uncle stated flatly.

"I would much enjoy talking more with you, Uncle. I do have more questions," he said.

The room cleared with a few murmurs for the group of females. Loc skittered out of the room and made no qualms about broadcasting its relief about not needing to be there. Once the last person had left, the dragon's feelings changed drastically. Zerret held his place... waiting for the reason for this change to be made clear. The heavy clunk of the doors slamming shut, followed quickly by the metallic clanks of bolts and locks seating themselves, echoed in the now empty hall.

Trinseccet held him in an icy gaze. 

"You are learning things quickly, though learning isn't the right term for how you are acquiring things." Uncle stated.

"Is this why you are angry, Uncle?" he asked.

The dragon grinned. "Your scales are showing, Z," it said pointing at his legs.

Zerret looked at his legs. He did indeed have scales; long patches down the outsides of each leg. What was more of a mystery to him was the penis that hung between his inner thighs. Turning his attention back to the dragon his arm rose to shield his eyes from the rapidly increasing glow coming from the dragon. The glaring light receded and Zerret lowered his arm. He scanned the room in search of Uncle. Instead, he came face to face with a woman. She stood a hand taller than he did. She wore nothing. Long hair of fine silver flowed down the length of her back. It stopped an inch from the floor. Zerret felt that this female standing toe to toe with him was Uncle – the silver dragon, Trinseccet.

"Uncle?" he asked timidly.

"Yes, Z, it is I... You are the only one that has seen me in my elfish guise. I am going to hold you to a pact because of it. I can teach you the secrets of what you are. And I will, provided you keep my secret under pain of death. Loc does not know that, in truth, I am a female of my kind. It would matter you him, using the term loosely, very little. His race is hermaphroditic... both male and female... or neither," she explained.

"And this is something all dragons do?" he asked.

"You are just as clever as your parent was," She said with a smirk. "See, Mimzerret thought that it was Loc that was kept as the pet." Crystalline laughter followed those words, a sound that warmed him bodily.

"Careful," she warned childishly, pointing down between his legs.

Zerret looked down to find the penis no longer hung but instead stood straight out from his lower abdomen. It felt no differently than it had before. More to the point, it had little feeling to it at all. He shrugged and looked back at Uncle.

"So what did I do to cause Loc so much fear? You seem to think I should know what I did," he said.

"How does a fish learn to swim?" 

"It doesn't?" he said flatly.

"So clever, and correct," she said, walking towards the table of food, "you have been doing the same thing."

"Swimming?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes. See, your kind is a chameleon to its surroundings. You don't have to think about what to look like to blend in, you just do. 90% instinct 10% intellect. Now you, personally, are unique... 80% intellect and 20% instinct."

Giving him a moment for that to sink in, she sampled a shrimp from the table. "You were starving... you had little control of yourself beyond restraining your hunger. Instinctively, you sought to blend into your surroundings. You have a lot more intelligence now... well higher order mental function would be a better way of putting it. SO as your control weaned your instinct incorporated the mental skills of the dominant life form in the environment in which you were."


Mimic Ch. 00



"I what...?"

"You copied Locs telepathic skill into yourself. In this conversation, I have spoken in three different languages. Have you had any trouble understanding anything I have spoken?"

He could not answer in words... he just shook his head.

"Right... and you wonder what scared Loc. To think if you had done that while I was in the room, you might have grown wings and started spitting fire. Happy Birthday, Zerret, your life is just beginning. Tomorrow is a new day."

The icy shock of her logic held him for a short time. Then looking over at her only one unanswered question rang in his head. "Uncle, how long will I live?"



Mimic Ch. 01



She was afraid. The sounds of armored boots echoed closer to her hiding spot. Muffled voices murmured from under the door she had taken refuge behind. Her heart pounded in her chest as she held her breath. She panicked that even her breath would alert them to her. The sounds faded slowly and she allowed herself to breath. 

"Well, I wonder where I have gotten myself trapped this time," Rincitni whispered to herself.

She looked around the room. Its walls were covered in shelves. A stone slab table stood in the center of the room. Her low light vision made out a high back chair sitting between the shelves on the back wall of the room. A window just over the chair gave her a sense of relief. Scanning the shelves for loose items to tuck into her bag, she suddenly felt like she was being watched. An ear towards the door confirmed that the guards had moved out of this part of the fortress.

{What are you looking for? } whispered a voice in her head.

"There has to be a few things here that will fetch a coin," she said plainly. 

She looked around the room and felt oddly about saying that aloud. She shook it off as a case of jitters about almost being caught. She turned her attention back to the shelves. She made her way down the wall and a few things found their way into her sling bag. 

{Don't touch that!} the voice cautioned.

She held herself motionless. She didn't imagine that voice. Looking back over her shoulder, her eyes searched the room for anything that would explain this. There was no magic in this room; her talisman would have shown to her items carrying enchantments. She stepped back into the center of the room until the back of her legs came in contact with the stone table. 

"What are you? Where are you?" She hissed in fear.

{Right in front of you, Rincitni} the voice imparted warmly.{What I am is another matter,} it said so coldly, her body shivered.

Her mind raced wildly. Where would she go... the window? she thought. She moved around the table and came to a stop. The High back chair wasn't sitting under the window anymore. She looked to the left and saw it was sitting at the head of the table. 

{If you wish to leave, you will have to use the door. I would rather you stay and talk with me, though.}

"Talk to you... a voice in my head?"

{You do it all the time, it would seem. This time, however, you might learn something useful instead of just playing into your own fantasies,} it said smoothly.

"You don't know me.... " she snapped back.

{Oh, but I do know you. Shall I prove how well?} it purred with clear amusement intoned in its words. It cut off the rest of her retort. It left her to grind her teeth and set her hands to find hilts of the daggers she wore at her legs.

"Who the hell are you?" 

{Zerret,} it stated. {Those aren't going to be of much use to you. I would like this to be an enjoyable encounter. Moreover, you think I am going to call for the guards and have you dragged to the dungeons. I hate to be the one to tell you, prisoners from the dungeons are usually brought here,} he finished sending, words shaded with arrogance.

Her mind raced. This voice, Zerret, could have her captured then dragged back in here, anyway? What was this thing.....?

{I am what you fear to want,} he sent clearly.

"YOU!! Stay out of my head. You filthy mages think to turn intruders into your personal slaves and when you are done with them... feed them to one of your pets!" She growled. "I have had enough of this."

{You are right in most of that,} he said. {Only this fortress is held by a dragon, though. I could be thought of as one of the pets you'd be fed to...}

"You eat people?? What manner of evil are you?" she questioned.

{Are you willing to sit and talk about it or would you rather fall to your death from the window of my chambers?}

She thought about it... she could not see this thing, it knew what she was thinking, and even now the hallway was silent. She wanted to run as far from here as her legs could take her. An icy thought ran down her spine. "I was sent here to die." A vicious thought followed, that if she survived this the guild leaders would not. By chance, she might sell them here for her freedom.

{Lovely thought... not one you could fulfill.}

"Get out of my head. Don't you talk to people normally?" she asked the seemingly empty room.

{No. I usually just eat them,} he said flatly. {Did you just want me to eat you?}

Her stomach fluttered. Images of the only enjoyable encounter with a man, of any race, she ever had filling her mind. This man's steel colored hair draped across the mixed hued skin of her inner thigh. His fingers holding her hips as his tongue caressed her sensitive petals. Her head whirled in memory as she shook herself to focus on the here and now. Placing her hands palm down on the stone table she fought to keep her legs from folding under her.

{Clearly you seemed to enjoy being eaten then,} Zerret sent.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she whimpered. Her body quivered. The heat of her skin was highlighted by the sheen of sweat, and the matted wet feeling of her under garments pressed to her crotch. "I am a thief and mercenary... I will get out of this place. This thing cannot hold me here," she argued with herself. "But it could have hurt me, even killed me and hasn't. What does it really want?"

{Should I answer you or do you still want to make up lies to make yourself feel better?} his voice coolly flowing into her turbulent thoughts. {As it stands, you are correct in thinking I can hurt you or even kill you. You are an admitted thief. I have caught you and as such you are mine to do with as I see fit.}

"So you want me to rut with you is that it?" speaking with what little defiance she could muster.




{That sounds so delicious... but I am not that kind of animal,} it said with what felt of real disappointment. {But I might conjoin our flesh in a pleasurable manner akin to this rutting.}

"Animal? You aren't a mage playing games with me?" she stammered. She stood up straight and looked around the room. The high back chair had again moved, as did the mirror. The chair sat facing the mirror. Thoughts rolled from the corners of her mind of being on all fours and pounded by some half orc. She thought of being forced to watch herself being pummeled and pawed by the pig faced creature.

{But the act excited you? The male involved in the act was the only part that kept you from howling in pleasure... how fortuitous for me... and you.}

She stepped closer to the chair and asked "So I am to sit here?"

{Yes. Though if you wish to keep your garments, you will remove all of them and place them on the table with the rest of your belongings,} he sent edging his words with authority. {And should you wish to fight or flee....} the words faded as searing phantom pains seemed to manifest.

Her legs folded under her and dumped her bodily to the floor. Every nerve in her screamed. She was burnt, frozen, battered and torn. Her vision blurred with a fog of blood being chased by the black veil of unconsciousness. Then they were gone... all pain left her. She gasped. Still, her body felt as it should. The solid cool stone work of the floor was a pleasant feeling to her bewildered mind and nerves. 

{I have a question I need you to answer.}

"What question?" she asked in a shallow timid exhale.

{Do you think of yourself as a beautiful creature?}

Rincitni turned her eyes to the mirror. Glittering gold-green eyes shown clearly beneath thin black eye brows. Most of her face favored the elven blood of her mother, her nose did not. It was wide and shallow. She often thanked the gods it favored human shaping rather than the out turned flare that orc blood would impart. Her hair was a think mane of black-green. It was a great source of pride and was, on occasion, an income of silver coin.

She got to her feet, not taking her eyes off of her reflection. She started to shed her gear and armor. Dagger sheaths from the tops of her thighs followed the sling bag to the table's surface. Her eyes unerringly turned back to the mirror to look at herself as she placed belts, plates, and gear onto the table. She looked herself over once she had reached her common garments. Her body was not the lithe wisp of an elven maiden's, but surely wasn't the bloated soft smooshiness of a human women, either. Her arms were tone and the muscles flowed beneath her grayish-mint shadowed skin subtlety.

She seated herself in the chair before the mirror to remove her boots. Movement in the mirror caught her attention as she pulled the second boot from her foot. The steel haired drow male that had been punished into pleasing her stood watching her from behind the chair. She quickly turned to see that he wasn't standing in the room, though he stood watching her in the mirror.

The male reflection stepped around the chair in the mirror and took her by the hand. Rincitni sat mesmerized as her reflection stood and allowed the man to pull her tunic up. He leaned forward to place his lips firmly over one of her pert nipples. Her hand reflexively sought her own bosom. She still wore her tunic, and was the only person in the room.

{You still don't think of me as being in the room, how quaint. You still are wearing clothing... or are these items that you don't care about?}

"I... How are you doing that? Are you doing that?" she stammered as she pulled her tunic up over her head and half- heartedly tossed it in the direction of the table. Eyes transfixed to the display of the mirror, she hooked her thumbs into the hem of her britches and under garments. With a bounce of her frame and quick shove down her legs, those articles, too, found themselves feebly kicked in the direction of the table. 

There was no answer from the voice, Zerret. 

In the mirror, he had stepped around behind her, reached up, and gracefully drew the hair from the right side of her neck with his left hand. Stepping right to the back of her, she watched warm kisses along her neck threaten to buckle her legs. Her own body chilled as the sweat caused by her rapidly rising body temperature formed. His right hand caressed along her side and in one quick thrust, dove into the front of her britches. The eyes of her reflection locked with hers. They glowed with lust and hunger as they stared back from the mirror, and then glazed over as his fingers found their mark on her pleasure maker.

She breathed heavily. She was almost panting as she watched this man pleasure her reflection. Laying her right leg over the arm of the chair, her own fingers slid down her abdomen and felt her nectar dripping from her enflamed feminine nethers. In the mirror, she was turned to face the chair and pushed into a leaning position. Her hands were braced on the chair arms to keep her upright. His hands pulled her britches only halfway down her thighs before burying his face between them. She caressed and fondled her breasts with her left hand, trying vainly to placate her hard achy nipples.

The mirror offered no assistance, either. Her reflection only looked back at her over its shoulder and gave her a wink. A hiss of jealousy escaped her lips. Her mind rebelled at this as she pushed her two middle fingers into her dripping nectar pool. Her eyes fluttered closed as her hiss congealed into a throaty moan. After three deepening thrusts, her palm cuppingly caressed her clitoris as her fingers teased the inner folds of her wet pulsing passage.

When her eyes once more focused of the mirror, her gaze locked with her reflection's. In the mirror, her body arched and ground its hips into the face of the steel haired drow. Her legs were thrown over the arms of the chair. Her left arm was gripping the top of the chair and holding him between her thighs with a right hand full of his hair. Her look of hunger was accented by the bare tooth grin on her sweat sheened visage giving proof of the dark elf's skill. Her own body started to quiver and quake as every fiber of her being tensed up in a maze of carnal need. She pressed her thumb firmly to her clitoris. It was the trigger that uncoiled the waves of white hot pleasure that crashed through her body. They crashed, one after another, until a waterfall of warm nectar gushed from her pulsing depths. It trickled from her shaking thighs and left a pool under her on the chair. 

Her breath came back to her in heaving gasps. The mirror was empty. Her body was slumped over one of the chairs arms. Her thick black hair had matted itself to her sweat covered body. Leaning up took more effort than she could muster. She felt contented to have had such a release, though part of her still squirmed. She could hardly lift her head and still there was a want of more. The fulfillment of having your depths churned in heated passion. Those yearnings seemed far more of a fantasy than those of the mirror.

The chair beneath her seemed to melt and change. 

{I can give you what you yearn for.}

"You enjoyed the show that much, did you?"

{More than any other... are you ready for higher levels of pleasure?)

The chair sprouted tentacles that wrapped themselves around her arms and legs. Her mind raced through boundless fears that all seemed to end with her in a puddle of pleasured insanity. Fear turned into reality as a large tentacle pushed past her outer labia and didn't stop till it put pressure on her cervical hood. Rincitni's orgasmic scream echoed off the shelved walls as her body thrashed in the tentacle's grasp. Before the waves of pleasure started to fade, it pulsed and grew wider in her clutching depths as it pulled another body thrashing orgasm from her tender flesh.

Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her, and just when she thought there was nothing left, the tentacle twisted and vibrated sharply. The walls of her pussy convulsed around the tentacle, causing it to be expelled. Instead of shoving itself back into her, it buzzed her over sensitive clit. Her body went rigid. The lightning effect of this last orgasm sent her juices squirting forcefully from her loins. Her eyes rolled back and numb darkness bloomed in what was left of her mind...

The tentacles deposited her unconscious, quivering, body to the stone table's surface. They turned and wove themselves together and, in moments, Zerret's nondescript form stood looking down on Ritcitni's nude, sweaty, body.

"A beautiful creature you are, indeed," He said over her quivering form. "I have never had a pet. If you hold your mind, I think you will make a fine pet."



Mimic Ch. 02



LocNial watched Zerret leave the storage room. Loc cloaked its thoughts from him as he passed. Loc was curious about what he had done to the thief. He could hear the blissful cloud of her thoughts from inside. She was alive. Loc peered down the corridor Zerret had used to see if he was gone. He was. Loc tiptoed to the door. His tentacles twitched nervously. He hated to admit it, but Zerret's powers still made him very leary. It still chilled his semi-aquatic heart to think that Zerret was immune to all of his telepathic attacks. Even the dragon, Trinseccet, bulked at his mental attacks, but not Zerret.

Slipping into the room soundlessly, he crept to the tableside. The mixed blood thief lay quivering, naked, on a pile of her own belongings. The room tasted heavily of female sex secretions. He tucked in his tentacles tightly. He reached a three fingered hand out to check the female's pulse. It was a little high for an unconscious person, but nothing that would endanger her health. He checked her for any other damage. He was annoyed that aside from a few shallow bruises on her limbs, she showed no sign of being subjugated. Even the slightly swelled and red lips of her breeding canal weren't nearly as bad as those the dragon left on its pet-slave girls. He slipped out of the room just as leary as he had entered. Into the corridors shadows he made his way back to his own chambers. 

A tall drow woman opened the door into his "Uncle's" den. She smelled like sex. When he thought about it, Uncle's pets always smelled like sex. Well, that or fresh herbal soups. Uncle was a silver dragon that had a sage's fixation with lesbian relationships. He built a fortress over his den to house his harem. He smiled at his good fortune of his parent leaving him in the care of his Uncle. A lesbian silver dragon named Trinseccet that he called "Uncle" and LocNial the Mindflayer - Illithid. He/she/it was telepathic, semi-aquatic, squid faced, purple, and paranoid. One big happy sex fixated family.

Stepping down the last of the steps onto the main floor of the dragon's personal chamber, he could feel the warm cuddly thoughts of three nude females laying in one another's arms. His eyes passed over them slowly as he moved to talk to his Uncle privately.

"Uncle, aren't those the same three you had here the last time?" he asked with a wide toothy grin on his otherwise featureless face.

"Oh you think I need others, do you? You think that my girls can't entertain me?" she asked as her face turned and lowered to meet him eye to eye.

"No, Uncle. I was hoping to snack on something other than the thief you had your guards chase into my room," he said bluntly. He never held back when talking to the dragon. "She is still resting after my interview of her. If she wakes with her mind intact, I want to keep her."

"So you haven't eaten her?" she asked with a tilted glance.

"No. I did taste of her, like you suggested, and if she wakes all giggles and grins with a broken mind I will eat her. From the feel of her strength though, she feels open to learning and adapting. With that said, if I do keep her, I am going to need something else to eat," he reasoned.

"Well, if you get too hungry, and I am not around, I hope you will eat Loc before feasting of my harem."

"Uncle, your sense of humor is improving," Zerret stated humorously. 

"Who said I meant it as a joke?" retorted the dragon.

Both held a blank look for half a moment then started laughing loudly with each other. Zerret shifted his features to look vaguely like Loc, morphed his hands from the common five fingered ones to the three fingered hands of an Illithid. He looked over at the girls past Uncle.

"Your choice in fare is delightful, but why do you let them get up and walk away when you are done eating them?" Zerret mocked in what he thought Loc's voice might sound like if it spoke aloud. Trinseccet started laughing so hard she stuck her head into one of the flumes to keep from bathing the rest of the room's guests in unintentional fire spurts. Zerret fell to the floor in spontaneous laughter as well. 

"I fail to zee vut zee due of you find funny. Dis one is just az lacking in iz manhood," purred one of the nude drow woman in her native tongue, making a deliberate gesture towards the barren space between his thighs.

"Norrinshrin, you might want to watch what you say about things," the dragon started to caution.

Zerret rolled to a kneeling position in front of Norri and punched a 2' X 3'', thickly veined, penis 10 full inches into her. Her eyes widened in a wave of lust and fear. He just grinned up at her and yanked into back out of her using slightly less speed than what he had used to shove it in. There was a wet pop as it left her. 

"Zerret, that was uncalled for," the dragon chastised.

"She was asking for it and you know it," he said as his arm shifted back to its normal five fingered shape.

"I will agree she was rude, though your actions were as well. What has gotten in to you?"

He had used one of Uncle's girls, an assault, in front of her. Anger had taken control of him. But why did he stoop to this tactic instead of voicing a retort? Loc. Loc had him on edge and angry. Norri just made jest of him and he crossed the line. Drow are all about sex. It's hard-wired into every facet of their culture. Even their language is a crash course in oral pleasuring techniques. He turned to apologize to her, but saw that she had slumped to the floor and was masturbating with reckless abandon. 

Trinseccet tilted her head and leaned closer to the mewing female. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply the scents of arousal pouring out of the Drow's wriggling body. She rested her head on the ground between the Drow's open legs. Her slick forked tongue slithered out to taste of the woman's dripping juices. Zerret watched as his uncle licked this writhing Drow into a quivering mass of purring contentment. The two other women approached to help the Drow maid off of the floor. Both looked at him with looks of suspicious curiosity.

"You ever do that to one of my pets again and I will punish you." The dragons tone was stern, but the emotions that poured out of her were light and amused.

"I understand, Uncle. I used your playmate without permission. I apologize," he said in a meek voice, holding tight control over his want to giggle.

The dragon lifted herself into a seated position. "Everyone out! I think my nephew needs a reminder of this Fortress' rules," she half roared. "Lock him in with me so he can't get away."

Everyone quickly scurried away. They locked doors as they left. Zerret closed his eyes and turned his head away for his Uncle. The bright light of the dragon's trans-morphing into her Elven guise was still visible in this position. He waited for if to recede. 

"So, you want to tell me what has you all bent out of shape?" she asked.

"Loc is getting under my skin." he blurted angrily. 

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Rincitni lounged over the stone table thinking about what had been done to her. Some, dare she admit it, sexy male voice questioned her and showed her scenes of her being sexed by the man of all her girlish fantasies. Then the chair she was in raped her. It felt so good, she hardly thought of it as a violation. She wanted it. It almost felt like the chair fulfilled all of her carnal desires as her body voiced them. The chair did to her in life all the dreamt of fantasies she wished it to do. Her body ached. Even that felt really good. Her labia were sticky and matted with her own hair. Her vaginal muscles still quivered and throbbed contently deep within her. 

She propped herself up to visually check her body. Her eyes widened, seeing the bruises on her legs. Their angry coloration was disturbing when compared to the lack of serious pain. Her breasts felt heavy. Her nipples were full and pleasantly swollen. She rolled to one side, trying to get her hair out from under her body. As she did, the matted hair between her legs peeled away from her extremely sensitive parts. Her back arched and she hissed through clenched teeth as a wave of ache-ridden pleasure rolled down every fiber of her being. 

She collapsed face first on to the table's surface. Her cheek feeling the cool stone cleared her mind just enough. 

She thought to herself, "If they came in to kill me now, I don't think I would protest. Though, if I was giving a last request, put me back in that chair for an hour and kill me during a thrashingly good orgasm!!" As the grin formed across her features, she slid back into unconsciousness once more.

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"Yes, he has me so annoyed with things that we seem to not be able to translate to each other," Zerret explained. "He keeps sending what things feel like and trying to use that as a point of reference, and I keep telling him, in most cases, I am bodily numb!!"

"But you have feeling in your skin," she said questioningly. "Don't you?"

"Yes, but that is tactile, and my sensitivity to temperature is very acute. But 'feeling good' when I touch something; it means little to my senses it would seem. It's like tasting food. I can't taste anything. I put it in my mouth and the acids of my saliva dissolve it. There is no taste."

"So you haven't a clue as to what anything 'tastes' like," she stated flatly.

"Right. Loc can't hide his annoyance at me. On top of that, he has been sneaking around behind me, probing the thoughts of everyone in the fortress, looking for opinions of me. He's putting suggestions into some them about how to goad me it doing what he says, even if I don't 'feel it,'" he rambled out.

She turned slightly, brushing the long silver hair back from both of her shoulders. Her elven body was a vision of that race's ideal female form. Uncle took a few steps, letting her hands lewdly caress the shapely curves of her flawless body. He watched. She looked coyly down her nose and did a timid "Don't look at me" pose. She stomped her foot.

"What?" he asked.

"You weren't moved by watching any part of that?" she asked.

"Was I supposed to be?" he dumbly asked.

"Well, YES! All living things are geared to mate. It is instinct. That, for most creatures great and small, is the knowledge that this is a pleasurable act." She stopped for a moment. "You are a Mimic. For your kind, mating is a death match where one lives to have offspring and the other is a first meal of pregnancy. Your body only gives out signs of arousal for a short time after eating."

He stood listening. Uncle was so much better at figuring him out then Loc.

"So you have been voyeuristically devouring the pleasure those morsels broadcast. Kinda what Loc taught you to do to get a handle on the mind of your prey-pet-slave, whatever. He is not getting that you know what these feel like from others, but have none at all of your own to scale other skills from." She spoke to herself more than to him at this point and realized it. "Zerret, I think I can help you with this numb space feeling you have, but as far as Loc sneaking around and keeping tabs on you, I told him to. I will see if the three of us can talk out some rules for this and you will be given more freedom to explore and learn... As well as Skill grafting from prisoners, choosing your own meals. Does this make up for some of the time you have spent feeling penned in?"

"I guess. Uncle, I have never felt penned in. Just loudly, intrusively, spied on," he said.

"You are such an amazing creature and person. Mimzerret should be proud," she beamed.

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The smell of spiced meat and cooked eggs pulled her back to consciousness. She opened her eyes slowly, afraid of what she might see and even more scared that what she would see is nothing. A figure cloaked all in black silk moved to the side of the table.

"There is no reason to feign sleep. I know that you are awake and that the smell of this fare beckons your mind back from dreams of pleasure chairs," he said in a thick, masculine, voice. 

Her mind raced and she turned herself, trying to get a good look at this man. A gloved hand pointed to the far wall where a washbasin and pitcher stood. She could not see any features in the dark folds of the figure's cowl.

"You will place all of your belongings into the chest next to the basin," he said. "The bag, daggers, and clothing. You will clean yourself and adorn in the items in this bag. You are now my pet and if you wish to remain alive, you will submit to me for a period of no less the three months. If you do not wish this arrangement, you will be taken from this room and handed over to the Draconian Lord of this Fortress, Trinseccet. Do you understand what has been spoken to you?"

"I understand. I am your pet and..." She choked back tears. "How am I to address you?"

"'Keeper.' Though after you have adjusted to your new role, other forms of address may be earned," he said sternly. "Now eat and clean yourself. The duties of your position are to be explained in a timely fashion."

He turned from the table and walked out of the room. The door closed soundly, leaving her to think about what he had said. She was to be a pet? How is that different from a slave? Being turned over to a dragon that she had tried to steal from and burned to death where she stood sprang to mind. She shakily got to her feet and crossed to the basin. The wash clothes were soft and fresh. The water was clear and warm. Lastly, the food on the tray was plentiful and as pleasing to the eye as to the nose. 

She looked at the chest next to the basin. It had her name on it. Before a closer inspection of the chest could begin, the door to the room slammed open in a blur of silver. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she fainted dead away.



Mimic Ch. 03



A sharp sting on the side of her face snapped her eyes open.

"Bitch, wake the fuck up!!" a placid female voice hissed over her. "Good. You aren't dead... Are you that scared of a naked woman?"

She blinked a few times to bring her eyes back into focus. Kneeling over her was an elf with long silver hair. A look of half panic and relief etched over her fluid elven beauty. Her flawless crème hued flesh adorned in only a collar of white leather with silver chains hanging from it. She climbed to her feet and pulled Rincitni up with her.

"I'm Lunixri; one of Trinseccets' pets. I'm sorry I scared you like that..." she said. "What did Zerret do to you that has you so scared?"

"The man in the black silk was Zerret?" she asked warily.

"You didn't know that?" she asked in wide eyed surprise. "So, where did he get you? The dark market? Family servant?"

She looked at the floor and couldn't answer.

"What is your name at least?" she asked

"Rincitni. I am from the Misted Forests of Kreen Ramnitra in the Western Province."

"Long way from home there, Rin... You going to eat all of these?" she asked, pointing at the sizable pile of sausage patties on the tray of food.

"Help yourself... Just leave me two or three."

"I'd get fat if I did that. You trying to trick me," she voiced icily.

"What? I don't know what is going on... I am a thief. I got caught and have to be Zerret's pet for three months or be burned to death by Lord Trinseccet... I think... It was implied," she blurted.

"Wait... He is claiming you as a pet instead of handing you over to the dragon... You must have given him some really good honey... Way to go... " she said. "Wait... You don't even know what goes on here, do you?"

"Honey??? What are you talking about? I hid in here last night to get away from the guards... The next thing I know, I am being sexed by a chair until I passed out. After that, all I know is Zerretness in black is telling me I belong to him or he gives me to the dragon I was trying to steal shit from.." On the verge of tears again, she continued. "I don't want to die... I don't want to be some nameless slave in a harem, either. The chair made me feel so good and scared me so much I don't even know what to think....."

"Calm down, Rin... It isn't like that here... Well, for most of us with good keepers, I mean. I see you have a trunk for your things... Let's put your things away and I will tell you about the Fortress of Trinseccet. Wait... Did you just say a chair sexed you so good you blacked out?"

Rincitni nodded her head and wiped a few tears from her eyes.

Lunixri helped her put her things in the trunk and began to explain. The Dragon was kind of a sage of sex some would say, just not to the dragon. He had a harem of 7 to 10 girls/women at any given time. Most of them came here of their free will to be with other women... like herself. But to the dragon, he studied female sexuality a little differently than most sages... He let "his girls" explore all kinds of sexual pleasure. If you let him observe and answer his questions about the experience, he kept you well fed and warm... He even gave out rewards when he wanted you to do things for him... She admitted her locked chest held 50 plus platinum ingots and a full wedding dress of pearls. She grinned, helped her clean up, and fed her bites from the food tray.

Rincitni thought about what Lunixri had said about being a pet. She would be fed, safe, and get money for doing what her keeper told her. Also, she could say no. She wasn't a slave like that. She was not a whore that laid down for the coin every night. Lunixri looked at the chain set Rincitni was told to put on. She held it up and looked at it this way and that. She handed it to Rin who slipped into the chains like she had been wearing them for years.

She checked herself in the mirror... it looped around her neck then split to frame her breasts. The wrap clasped to the two drop chains then rested on either side of her labial blossom, which squeezed her gently every time she moved. Over her shoulder, she noticed Lunixri watched her dress and now viewed her with a sexually hungry expression. It made her blush and sent a tingle down her spine... She felt dizzy. She felt sexy... She felt wanted. IT felt amazing.

"Do I look like a pet?" Rin asked shyly.

"Yes. You look like my pet," Zerret's rich voice rolled into the room from the open door. "Lunixri... your master is looking for you. I have overstepped myself enough for one day... So, go before they find you here."

With that, Lunixri scooted past her, whispering, "I want to taste of you next time," in her ear.

Then she passed Zerret. He gave her a look that said he would bite her if she didn't move fast enough. Giving her a wink, Lunixri turned out of the doorway and was gone.

"I have a contract of service, if you can read... Otherwise, I will read it to you," he said formally.

"I don't read very well. Keeper, if you would read it aloud I will listen and take this as my first lesson."

He looked at the open door.

"Follow me." He said breathily.

Zerret walked out of the room and could feel her confused cloud of thoughts and emotions hurry to fall in behind him. He just listened to her thoughts as they walked. He allowed himself a grin as she argued internally about enjoying being leered at by the elven lesbian.

{It is different to you now, isn't it?} Loc's liquid voice flowed into his thoughts.

{Somewhat. Did Uncle talk to you?} he asked in return.

{Yes. And yes I think I see why you and I have been annoyed at each other. I do apologize and hope you to are willing to offer one to me, as well,} Loc sent, sorrow and a need for validation swimming in the texture of his words.

{I do apologize, Uncle Loc. (affection) My youth and inexperience set us at odds. (sorrow) We should perhaps have sought the advice of 'Uncle' sooner,} he conveyed to Loc smoothly.

He felt the fear and fascination of Rincitni as she watched him walk side by side with an Illithid, unaware of the telepathic conversation the two of them were having. He hoped that when she did see him, she wouldn't suffer a mental break like the two previous potential pets had.

{This one feels stronger than the ones we got for you. I might mind your instincts more often, as well,} Loc sent with a warm parental pride, before taking a different direction, leaving him with his new pet.

"Keeper?" she asked timidly.

"Ask your question," he said reassuringly.

"Would you ask me to pleasure that creature sexually?"

Even at this distance he could feel Locs' mental "What!!?!" before he started laughing and placing a hand on the wall to keep himself from falling to the floor. She stood motionless in confusion and apprehension. His laughter subsided and he turned to look at her.

"I don't think that would work out well for any of us... So, no. I won't ask you to sex up the genderless Illithid. However, if you are in need of something to sex with I can see what Lunixri has going this evening."

"I ...um.... Don't I belong to you for sex and like....???" she stammered.

"That has yet to be worked out. Shall we continue on to your chambers?"

She stood before him. He had read of the contract and she was ready to recite the rules she had to follow. Zerret had yet to show himself to her. It unnerved her somewhat. Nevertheless, the prospect of receiving gold for getting pleasured by his ungodly chair of sexual torture almost had her fainting in delight.

"Keeper... I, the pet, am to keep myself clean with no less than one full bath a day. I am to keep myself in good health with proper diet and adequate sleep. I choose to refuse or allow advances from anyone," she said. "You, Zerret, are my Keeper and set the rest of my rules as you see fit."

"Are you comfortable with this arrangement, Rincitni?" he asked. "At this point, you still have the option to broker another contract. After this, you may only ask for another Keeper. Is this understood?"

"It is understood, Keeper. I agree to the terms as they are, sir."

"Zerret, I see why you wanted to keep this one from me," Lord Trinseccet said from outside his viewing port into their room.

This was one of those other rules of the Fortress they both answered to, it would seem. She held herself and watched her Keeper for what to do. He seemed not to mind being watched by the dragon and went about what he was doing, which was undoing his cowl and robe. The gloves already sat on the chest of drawers and the boots stood beside it.

Her eyes widened as he turned to face her. He was featureless except for eyes. They were warm, yet piercing, and leveled into her the way a demon hunting cats would. Her surprise was far from over. As he stepped in her direction, his skin rippled and his tall muscled frame seemed to melt. Her breath caught in her throat. Three heartbeats later, the ungodly sex chair stood in place of her Keeper, Zerret.

"Does the sight of this chair excite you, little pet?" said the dragon into the room gently.

"Yes? But," she said, half coughing at the return of movement to the air in her lungs.

{I am the chair, Rincitni. I am a shape shifter; a Mimic. I am just under six weeks old with the knowledge of 700 years of my kind and 120 years of collected human memories and skills.} he openly broadcast to her and Uncle. {With you as my pet, I hope to gain an understanding of the knowledge I currently possess. I am willing to give you immeasurable pleasure in return.}

"O I um think I can be interested in that yes thing." She muddled three thoughts into something not really a sentence. But Zerret gave an inward sigh of relief. Her mind was excited- confused- horny- and completely intact. He found a pet- friend- sex ... She took one step in his direction and fainted.

Morphing quickly, he closed the space between them and caught her unconscious form before she hit the floor. He looked up at his uncle with a wry smile.

"You are brave for doing that in front of her, Zerret," the dragon said.

"And your doing so in front of me was any less a risk for you?" he replied.

"Fair enough... I will leave you to work things out with her. I expect you both in the dining hall this evening. Good luck, Youngling," Uncle said as it turned from its viewport into the room.

Loc passed the corridor outside of Zerret's new chambers. His thoughts were private, yet raged through his head from conflicting vantage points. Never would an Illithid have said it had a headache. His tentacles jerked and twitched, which mirrored the discordant flow of his thoughts. He closed his eyes and focused on a mind cleansing exercise.

"Uncle Loc? "Came Zerret's voice.

{Why do you disturb me?} he sent.

"You have been standing in this corridor for the past three hours. And when I did not get an answer to my mental greeting, I spoke aloud," he stated in a calm tone.

{Three hours? You must be mistaken,} jeered Loc, his emotional disbelief radiating from him.

{Uncle when was the last time you slept?} Zerret sent as he gestured down the hall towards the Illithid's chambers. {Perhaps we can communicate while we dine. I would appreciate your advice on types of fare.}

{You want to ask me about what to eat?} Loc nervously asked.

{Well, more like whom...} shrugged his reply.

Loc's tentacles swished as his mental laughter rolled with the wave of humor he exuded. Zerret smiled as they walked to the central staircase that led them into the fortress' dungeon. Zerret felt that he and Loc might work out a rather strong relationship now that he was growing into more of an independent person. Loc would have more space to think of him as a friend instead of one of his children. It also meant Zerret would be held, by Loc, to a high standard of mental conduct. He could accomplish this.

She had watched him move about the room. He was plain to the point of strange to her eyes. Rincitni had awakened in the soft warm embrace of the large bed centered on the back wall of the room. He put the trunk of her belongings into an armoire. Appointments in the room were impeccably fashioned. She had never seen a room with this much thought put into its décor. She knew that he was aware of her, and he looked over to her as he pointed to the wash basin and towels.

<Freshen up before we head down to the dining hall. I will give you an hour. I will return,> he had sent mentally before stepping to the door and leaving.

She sat up in the bed, looked herself over, and then swung her feet to the carpeted floor. Exploring the room, her thief's skill of appraisal couldn't keep up with the value of the items that furnished it. Even the linen on the bed was a type that the guild masters of Kreen would have given 10 gold coins for. The room would rival a nobles' stateroom in even the best hosting houses of the capital.

Tapping at the door half startled her. She snuck over to the door and tried peeking out a little crack she opened in it. She saw the long silver hair of Lunixri. She could hear voices of at least two other women with her.

"What are doing here, Lunixri?" she hissed though the crack in the door.

"Open up... We have fortress welcome gifts... You know... Those kinds of things that them male types don't know we sexy females need to stay feeling up for the hot lovin'... Open the door, girlie."

"Maybe we should just hand her the stuff and go," a fearful feminine voice whispered.

"We are here 'cause Trinie said so... Now, you three shut it. Rincitni, let us in... Zerret won't be mad about you getting grooming items... I mean, Rule 2, right?" Lunixri voiced plainly.

She opened the door a bit wider, "Number 1... Stay clean at all times with no less than a full bath daily."

"This room was marked, 'Death resides here - Keep out,' the last time I was on this floor of the keep," said the blood red haired elf that had spoken before.

"I don't see any signs, now... Rin, you got some deathly thing in there with you? Come on, I want to see what kinda room your keeper set up for you. Is it full of naughty racks and chains?" Lunixri grinned as she spoke. "Besides, I still want to give you a proper 'Welcome to the fortress' kiss and get that taste."

"You want to...." she started to say, pulling the door wide to the women standing outside. She started to shake as she felt her heart jump and the burning of cheeks as she blushed fiercely. She watched as the five women all scooted into her room. Every one of them only made it 3 feet into the room before stopping in their tracks. She closed the door after a peek in to the corridor.

All of them seemed to have them same awestruck expression. They looked at the bed and furniture with very little doubt they we envious of her. She stepped past them, trying not to let her eyes linger on any of them more than a heartbeat. Lunixri had brought her roommates: a red haired wild elf, two drow women, and an elf with blue-green translucent hair.

"Rin, if I had to rut a couple of trolls for this room, I would be lying if I said I wouldn't think about it," Lunixri said breaking the silence. "Money. Sex. Really good food. But this room... I could see myself fucking someone to death to get a room like this."

"I think you are getting a little overly dramatic, Luni," The redhead said.

"Oh... sorry, she's right. You got a nice keeper. So, where is his demon sex chair?" Lunixri asked.

"It hasn't been moved in yet," she lied, not sure what they knew about Zerret.

"Your keeper has a demon. Does Trin know about it?" asked the taller of the drow.

"Would you all stop? It was a figure of speech," Lunixri said. "I think introductions are in order... This is Vale," gesturing to the blood red haired elf. "Ruvia and Fretni," indicating the shorter first then the taller drow women. " And this is Nistine the half-blood Nixie. We all call her Nye."

"Only 'cause we yell it into the water when she won't stop licking," Vale said.

"In my defense, you can't call me by my dolphin name," Nye said blushing reddish-blue.

"She breathes underwater and loves the taste of us dark elves when we are wet... By any means... Turned on or bathing," Ruvia ribbed.

"If you are here to give my pet gifts... Do so and go," Zerret's voice rolled over the group from the door with LocNial standing at his shoulder. "We are all expected in the dining hall in 10 minutes."

The women all rushed around Rincitni. Each one handed her a small bundle and kissed her on the cheek. Each of them whispered that they would welcome her better when her keeper wasn't around. Lunixri handed her a soft side sling style purse then pulled her into her arms. Rincitni went ridged when the tall silver haired elf's lips pressed tightly over hers.

Lunixri caressed her bottom as she released the kiss. "Ask your keeper to sit at our table for dinner," she said, then walked away from her, eyeing Zerret as she gathered her roommates and exited the room. Loc followed them.

"Are you alright, Rincitni?" he asked. "We are needed in the dining hall. If you wish to sit at their table you can, but keep in mind they might want you for dessert."

She put her gifts onto a low table next to the wash basin and followed him out of the room.

"You are flustered. You feel like you now have a question or two," he said, not looking back at her.

"I have a lot of questions...." she blurted.

He looked back over his shoulder at her, his eyes stabbingly cold in their expression. She realized what she had just done by not using his title or proper manners.

"Yes, Keeper... I have questions," she corrected. His eyes warmed and looked upon her gently.

"Hold your questions till after dinner," he said in an even tone.

She asked, "Keeper, what do those women know about you? What am I allowed to say? These questions can't wait until after dinner, sir."

He stopped. "You're right. For now, tell them you are forbidden to talk about me. I don't know what they were told. We will talk this out after dinner," he said and continued to lead them to the dining hall.

"Does Trinseccet expect his harem to seduce me at the table?" she asked, then quickly added, "Keeper?"

"You can say 'no'." he reminded her.

"I don't know if I want to say 'no'. I have never had this kind of attention before, Keeper." Her voice was a mix of childlike fear and excitement.

"You don't feel that from me?" he asked.

"Yes, Keeper. But from them, it's different," she said as she looked with a questioned expression.

He didn't look back. He could feel her thoughts, the questions and her arguments with herself. To look at her in anyway would only add to that turmoil. He opened the large hall door and stepped in. Holding the door for her, he looked around the room to find where they were supposed to sit. The dragon turned and waved for them to take a table to the left of his harem's table. Loc was seated at a private table just beyond that one.

She looked at the women sitting at the table. Vale and the two drow were there. Nye was flanked by two other exotic looking females opposite them. Lunixri, however, was not at the table. She didn't know if she was relieved or disappointed. Zerret pulled a chair out for her to sit in, then sat down in the chair to the right of it. She fidgeted when the dragon swept its gaze over the collection of diners in the hall.

"Welcome, Zerret, I see you have joined the Keeper ranks," the dragon said.

"Yes, Uncle. Thank you," he replied. Rincitni was confused but kept still and quiet.

"So, by what name are we to know your pet?" Trinseccet asked.

"Her name is Rincitni. I haven't decided on a pet name yet," Zerret said clearly.

"Rincitni, please stand and tell us one thing about you that no one else knows," the dragon said, looking from Zerret to her.




Mimic Ch. 03



She fidgeted for a moment before standing.

"Until three seasons ago, I thought an orgasm was something you contracted from sex demons," she says wincing with embarrassment.

The dragon turned its head to the side looking at the Illithid LocNial, who looked petrified. She looked over at the women sitting at the other table. All of them had a perplexed expression. She felt herself blushing. Not knowing what else to do, she sat back down. Zerret reached over and took her hand under the table.

"Never before has the thought of orgasms being evil ever crossed my mind. But with the level of zealotry put forth by the major religious groups, I can see where a youth of this age might get that impression. Now that said, Rincitni, don't take it as an insult if I fall over and burst out laughing," Trinseccet said before rolling to the side and laughing bodily.

This went on for five minutes, if not longer. The serving staff took this as an opening to bring out platters to the ladies' table as well as deposit a large covered platter to the table in front of her. She looked at it and at the table for flatware, there wasn't any. Zerret reached over and removed the platter's lid. She, once again, was at a loss. The fare arranged on the platter smelled divine, and looked more like a work of art than something to be eaten.

{Would it bother you if I accompanied you as you dine?} Zerret's voice asked softly in her thoughts.

"I guess not, Keeper" she said aloud.

{Thank you. And from this point forward, if I ask a question in this manner, reply with a nod or shake of your head. Not everyone here needs to know I can communicate in this fashion,} he sent.

She nodded as she reached for a small stuffed mushroom cap. Dinner seemed to pass quickly after that. All the foods were some of the most delicious she had ever eaten. She didn't even know what some of them were. Not feeling brave after revealing her secret, she was not about to ask. Zerret sat beside her as she ate. He only sipped at a tankard through the entire meal. Once she had her fill, she leaned back in the chair with a hand over her stomach.

"Did you enjoy all of the fortress' delicacies?" Trinseccet asked her.

"I did indeed, Lord Trinseccet. I have never tasted so many good things in one sitting at any table I have been allowed to sit at," she said.

"You have not been allowed to dine at the table before?"

"Yes, but it was the table of nobles. Many were not allowed to the table," she said. "And the other was a table of mages with a fear of everyone."

"Hmmm. Well, thank you for coming to dinner. Maybe you would share some of your life story with me over other meals here in the hall. When your duties to your Keeper aren't interfered with, that is," the dragon said. "Or perhaps Zerret would be willing to trade time with a few of my girls for you spending an afternoon in my company."

"Uncle, I don't think her spending an afternoon in your company would do her any harm... Unless you had it in mind to use your silver tongue to seduce her into your harem," Zerret said.

"You have nothing to fear in that, Keeper. I set the rules. I wouldn't break them so blatantly," it replied with a bit of a chortle.

She entered the room in front of him. He closed the door as he came in and slid the lock bolts home. He moved passed her to stand on a patch of floor that was uncarpeted. His eyes roamed over her. He took in every curve of her nude form. It made her feel uneasy, and yet excited her even more than Lunixri and her roommates had. It gave rise to even more questions for her.

"We will talk after I have had a chance to rest, Rincitni. You have permission to leave this room and to do what you wish. You are not to bring males, of any race, into this room," he said. "You are not to tell anyone about me still being here. I will be dormant for 30 to 36 hours. I wish Uncle had not kept us as long as he did. Write down your questions if you fear you are going to forget them. Good night, Rincitni."

She didn't know what to say. His body melted into the shape of a standing wine barrel. Any hope of speaking was lost altogether. She stood silently in the room not knowing what to do for a long while. She remembered his words of "write down your questions". She gathered up what she needed to do so whilst rifling through cabinets and draws. She sat herself at the desk and set to work. She watched the barrel, Zerret, the whole while.



Mimic Ch. 04



Rincitni was not sure what to do after he had shifted into a barrel. It wasn't until the next day, when Lord Trinseccet stopped to ask Zerret why he had left before the entertainment, that she knew what to think again. The Dragon asked and she answered. When she put forth questions, he would answer; save anything about Zerret. He told her, however, he would send LocNial to check on Zerret for her and gave her a pull rope to summon a personal room attendant from the kitchen.

Zerret, the dragon guessed, had misjudged his need of sleep. As his nephew's pet, he would not leave her without someone to check on her and Zerret. He assured her she would be fine, save that if she tried to flee after accepting contract, she would become his property or killed outright. The secrets of the fortress and those within it were paramount.

An hour or so after that, LocNial (the Illithid) came calling. After checking Zerret, he advised her on what not to do. He toldher something about Zerret's species. Some of it she followed. The rest she just blankly listened to. Once he had left, she returned to the paper, quill, and ink. She started writing... Questions; a will; even fantasies. Each she put into a pile around the desk.

A few days passed. She wrote. When she was hungry, she got food. When she was tired, she slept. On the fourth day, Trinseccet stopped to talk to her and advised that she start taking her duties as a pet seriously... like the bathing. LocNial added advice to rub her own female juices on herself to keep Zerret from mistaking her for breakfast.

She got used to her captivity. With the exception of being threatened with death should she try to escape, being here was, for the most part, pleasurable. It was the dreams that really made being here a lot more interesting. All of them were erotic adventures that stayed with her and just added to how horny she seemed to be all the time now. There was always plenty for her to envision as she touched herself. After every pleasurable session, she perfumed her body as the Illithid had said. She would lay out on the bed and look over at the barrel, which was Zerret. She would think about what else he could do to her as she drifted off to sleep.

"I am myself again," he thought as he shifted back into a bipedal form.

As his eyes opened, there was very little changed in the room to take notice of. Reaching out with his mental senses, he felt her. Her supple female form sprawled out in the middle of the large silk clad bed. She still wore the chains he had left for her. Stepping quietly, he looked over her sleeping body.

It was very attractive. Having talked with his Uncle at length on the subject of bipedal forms, his assessment of her proportions fell in the range ideal to a female form. Her skin showed very little evidence of the hard life she had lived. Only two scars marred her smooth skin. One was high on her right leg just below the line of her hip. The second was on the underside of her left arm. Her body had a few of the human hair placements. Aside from her head, her under arms and small patch above her pelvic region were both present. The rest of her was lacking in hair or recently groomed.

He turned away from the bed and walked over to the desk. Papers were stacked in uneven piles along its length. He sat in the chair. The feel of her thoughts were calm and warm. His face felt strange. He brought his hand to his face and his mouth had turned itself up at the ends. A smile. He was smiling. For the first time, he felt himself smile.

"You are awake... um, moving around again," Rincitni said from the middle of the bed.

"Yes I am. How long have I been 'asleep'?" he asked, looking at the mounds of paper on the desk.

"Six days, Keeper," she replied as she rolled on to her stomach. "Loc has checked on you every day. Trinseccet visited almost daily, as well, though he usually talked to me from the port in the ceiling as I ate."

"Uncle is not what you would think of when one mentions 'dragon'," he rationalized.

"I didn't find talking to Trinseccet any different than talking to any other noble," said Rincitni as she propped herself on her elbows.

"I don't think Uncle would find that much of a compliment," he said.

"That isn't what he expressed when I answered him. He said his people skills must be improving," she said. "He then went on to ask other things because he wanted the opinion of a female he wasn't sticking his tongue in."

"You seem to have adjusted to being here," he said.

"I will admit that that first day was more than a bit frightening. I mean, I did sneak in here on the orders of my guild master to steal from Lord Trinseccet. Then, after fleeing the guards, I found myself in a room with a voice that can inflict pain that showed me images of my wildest fantasies. Who told me if I wanted to live, I will be its pet-slave-girl. With the real kicker that the chair ravaged me in the most mind melting sexual way and the chair turned out to be the voice... you," she rattled out. "After everything else, a group of nude women wanted me... I had been taken by men, used and raped. So the thought of turning to women for that kind of pleasure had been considered." A dreamy trance emerged on her features. "I am looked on by many here as a women to give pleasure to. I am seen as sexy, exotic, and desirable."

"And all of this?" he said, gesturing over all of the papers on the desk.

"Questions and other things that I thought of while you were - um, how did he put it - dormant," she said.

"Who said that?" he asked.

"You did. Then Trinseccet reminded me a few days later, so two days ago. I tried asking about you but he refused to answer anything else on the subject of you."

"So he is leaving it up to me... It is my choice what to tell you or not. Well perhaps we should let you gather up these papers of yours and get through some of these before I wander off to eat," he said.

She slid off the bed and scooted over to the table. He could feel the nervousness of her thoughts as she reached the side of the table. Her eyes studied him; there was no sign of what he was thinking. Talking with the dragon had been a bit intimidating. She picked up a pile of paper and looked to him for how she should go about asking. He stood up and motioned for her to sit in the chair behind the desk. He walked past her. The feel of her thoughts was ever the turmoil. He began to wonder if this was her native mental state.

"So you are a Mimic... " she started. "Only you are a hybrid?"

"That is probably the closest explanation of what I am. I thought Uncle didn't talk about me?" He said.

"LocNial told me that. As well as keeping myself as freshly scented as possible," she went on. "So, after every bath I would bring myself to pleasure and perfume myself with my own nectars. SO, if you woke before you had a chance to regain yourself, I would not smell like something to eat. His words ... well thoughts."

"Do you have a problem with what I eat?" He asked and scanned into her thoughts. Most of her seemed to not care what he ate while another part liked the idea. This confused him for a moment.

"No, I don't mind, Loc told me that these people were tried for their crimes and deserve death. He said that both of you eat when you must. It is not because you want to kill people." She said. "I eat the meat of animals, so do you... just a different kind." Her emotions were as calm as her words which would imply she was telling the truth.

"Alright, next question..." he said as his own curiosity started to rise about this female.

"How is having me as your pet going to give you insight into the knowledge in your head?" She asked seemingly half confused by her own question. "I think I wrote this one right after you turned into a barrel."

"Reference. Reading your feelings and feel will help me find the context to the knowledge in my head," he said, but felt that this wasn't making any sense to her. "It is like having a book but not knowing the language it is written in."

"Ok... You know I am a female and you are, from the way you present yourself, male. Right?" she said.

"This is a problem?" he asked. This was not something he would think of as needing consideration.

"Well, yes... I mean even the feel of sex is vastly different. So, wouldn't that translate to how a man or women feel in a simpler way? I like smooth silky bedding, but that's me. I've met other women that can't sleep if they aren't on fur. And that's just a different kind of elf. That's not even a difference in gender."

"And you think I should have a male pet then?" he asked. Fear shot through her every thought.

"No, no. I ... no, I mean... well, if you want to be male and learn what it feels like to be male... You're going to have to copy from them more than me... But don't send me away... Or eat me, wait, kill, eat me..." she said in a panicked rant. "I want to stay and help you... Trinseccet said if you sent me away with what I know, he would have to keep me locked in his harem or kill me. I don't think I could handle his harem any easier than just being killed... and I don't want to die."

"Calm yourself!" He all but shouted. "You seem to be reading a lot into an answer I haven't even given yet. You are smarter than you give yourself credit for, but you are running away with yourself because of it as well." Her mind raced across itself, images and blurred feelings. "Perhaps this is a subject we can get back to later."

His flat tone and stoic expression did very little to relieve her fears. She looked through the papers for questions that would not relate to closely to this subject. Page after page she went... everything seemed to have everything to do with this. She looked him in the eyes.

"How do you change shape?" she asked out of a sense of needing something to say.

"How does a fish learn to swim?" he asked in return, remembering Uncles conversation when he asked about himself.

"It doesn't learn; it just does???" she replied.

"Right. I just do," he said. "I, however, can shift my shape with a more conscious effort different from just blending into the scenery. Like becoming a chair that will restrain, then probe sexual passages."

"Did you enjoy that... I mean did it feel good to you?" she asked shyly. Her thoughts and body reacted to the memories of how pleasurably intense it had been. Her nipples started to stiffen slightly and she began to fidget in the chair with the increase in heat and moisture gathering between her upper thighs.

"I felt what you felt. Was it 'good for me'? It was fun and the way your body sang in pleasure prompted me to want you as my pet." He said. "I don't 'feel' that way. I want to learn how."

She looked a bit confused. The feelings in her were sad. That it was her fault in some way, she had not been good enough for him. Memories of being looked down upon by males that had taken her. The sneers of them when she didn't meet their approval after they had used, or in some cases, raped her. Even as the thoughts raced, her body seemed to turn cold, drained of the remembered pleasure.

"You can stop that NOW!" he growled at her. His eyes felt like they pierced into her soul. Her mind blanked of all thought. He walked to one of the barren walls.

"It wasn't you and you are very good for me. Loc explained it to me and I will try to do the same for you," he said. "I don't 'feel' the same way other beings do. It has to do with the way my flesh works."

This calmed her, somewhat. He could feel yet another inner turmoil Rincitni kept hidden in the dark recesses of her mind. These, too, were a great source of curiosity for him. She watched and listened to him intently. He picked up a piece of chalk and drew two human shaped outlines on the wall.

"Now in most bipeds... humans, elves, and even Illithid, you have one massive center of nerves." He said as he drew a circle into one of the figures. "From there, all thoughts manifest - knowledge is stored - and used. Now this is where my main nerve cluster is." He shaded in the whole head and torso of the second figure as well as the upper parts of the legs. "This is only the start of what is different. I have a very keen sense of smell - but have no ability to taste. I feel you speak to me more than hear it - I have no ears in that respect. So asking me if it 'felt good' is why I want you as a pet. To learn how to 'FEEL' as any other non-morphic biped does."

She sat there in stunned silence. This was not making any sense to her at all. How did he not feel? If he could think, how did he not feel?

"Stop that! Again you are letting your thoughts run ramped," he said his voice sharp with annoyance. "Describe the color yellow."

"Um... bright, sunny, happy?" she said. Her mind was at least moving in one direction again.

"If you were blind, would what you just said make any sense to you at all?

"When I say I can't 'feel', I do not mean I lack the ability. My sense of touch is very acute. However, I do not get itchy, ticklish, discomforted by a rough surface nor am I pleasured by a caress or fondling. My skin is not as discerning in its feeling of what touches it."

"So, it is more like you are colorblind in your skin with sensation?" she said with loud ring of understanding that almost left Zerret dizzy.

"I... Yes, that is the most accurate way of putting it I have heard said about it. You are quite a smart woman, I will have to tell Uncle this description. As for you, I think you deserve a reward for this," he said. "Even LocNial hasn't come to this kind of understanding and he is telepathic. What kind of reward would you like most? Or should I choose one for you?"

"Yes... Keeper. I am your pet to train and reward as you see fit," she all but purred as the raw need of sexual affection poured out of her. After six days of masturbation, her mind conjured many fantasies of the chair pleasuring her wriggling body. She almost visibly drooled as those thoughts surfaced in her.

This reaction made him feel very good. That Rincitni wanted his pleasuring. He understood what Loc had said about getting pleasure from giving, that it would happen quickly. That is why Trinseccet did what he did to his pets. Emotional pleasure is just as important, or in cases like Loc and himself, even more so. It was a sensation he would very much like to have a lot more of.

"Then I will go eat... you will find something to do with this..." he said, using a hand to indicate the surface of the desk. "Have food brought and a bath ready for you by the time I return," he said before moving towards the door. Looking back to see how her emotions would play over her features, he felt a rise in the feelings she held of herself. As he reached the door, she was standing, not completely still, and had a look of resolve on her face.

"Everything will be done, Keeper," she said as her excitement and anticipation started building before he had even left. "How much time will I have to make ready, sir?"

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Nye danced nervously from foot to foot. She waited for Vale outside of the servers' entrance of the dining hall. Vale scared her when she came through the door. The look in Vale's eyes told her that Zerret had just come into the hall. With an exchange of thin smiles, they took to the corridors. Nye had overheard one of the servants say they were going to need the hot water tub and cart for Keeper Zerret's pet.

Since the night of Zerret's welcome dinner, none of them had seen him or Rincitni, his pet. Nye was growing very concerned. Even after she had asked Lunixri, and then Trinseccet, no one would give her any answers about the mixed elf maiden of Zerret's. She had to see for herself. She had to bribe Vale into showing her the way after she ended up lost trying to find the room herself.

Now she was on her way. Vale lead the way through the maze of corridors. Vale moved swiftly across an intersection of hallways and stopped in front of what should have been Rincitni's room. Vale nodded for her to knock on the door. Nye was anything but shy. Vale winced as Nye knocked on the door like a sieging barbarian.

The door opened and there stood Rincitni. Nye breathed a sigh of relief. Vale had a look on her face like she was going to faint. Rincitni tilted her head to the side with a very relieved and confused expression.

"Nye and Vale? Right..?" she asked. "What are you two doing here?"

"I was kinda worried when we didn't see you again after the welcome dinner."

"And you pick now to come bang on the door....? Get in here," she said.

Nye grabbed Vale by the arm and pulled her inside with her. Rincitni closed the door after them. Nye smelled that no one but Rincitni and her Keeper Zerret had been in this room since she was here last. This seemed strange. There was no smell of anyone else, like staff or guards.

"The dinner was six nights ago." Rincitni said. "So you just get around to checking up on me now?"

"I have tried checking on you for the past four days." Nye admitted.

"She kept getting lost." Added Vale. Nye nodded, looking at her feet.

"Look, I have less than an hour to get the room ready for my Keeper," Rincitni said. "So unless you are here to help, stay here by the door. You don't need to be tracking your scents all over the carpet."

"The two of you better be prepared to explain yourselves," Trinseccets voice rolled into the room from the viewing port in the ceiling. "I don't remember Zerret asking for either of you to check up on his pet. Nor do I recall either of you asking to come there."

Both of them dropped to their knees in a straight back pose with their legs spread open shoulder width.

"Lord, we beg forgiveness," They said in unison.

"The blame is all mine, Lord. I bribed Vale into bringing me to see Rincitni," Nye said.

"I am as equally to blame, Lord. I agreed to bring her. She would have, once again, lost her way in the fortress if not for my assistance," said Vale

"Regardless, you two are here without permission. I do not believe that the two of you are so neglected that you need to seek the attentions of a pet belonging to someone else." The dragon said, his humor skirting the edge of his words.

"We are not here for that, Lord... I was worried for Rincitni. After Norrinshrin spoke ill of Zerret and was well... put in her place," Nye said meekly. "After the dinner, and their having left without seeing Lunixri perform... questions unanswered and my imagination... I worried for Rincitni's wellbeing."

"Rumors of LocNial being suspicious and afraid of Zerret only added to our worry for a new pet in the fortress. Was it not you, Lord, that charged us with making sure new pets felt safe and welcome," said Vale. "Rincitni was given gifts and even Lunixri, your favorite, showed little interest in the new pet after only one day... After going against you by sneaking us all here on the first day."

"We were afraid that she was being sorely mistreated... a direct violation of what the fortress was built on... your rules and code of conduct, Great Lord." Nye said.

Rincitni was a blur of emotional conflict. These two women risked themselves to find out if she was well. Her heart ached with affection; no one that she could remember had done half as much to look after her. These women hardly knew her and risked a dragon's wrath. The other side of her screamed Zerret, her keeper and shape changing sex god, was coming back to this room to reward her. She wanted it.

"Lord, I do not see how their looking in on me is a reason for their being punished. If anyone here should be punished, it is I. However, that is not for you to decide, Lord. That would fall to my keeper. And as he left no instructions regarding my being allowed guests, the matter should be moot," Rincitni said with as much pride as she could muster.




Mimic Ch. 04



"Hmm.. I can't see where I have much to argue over. I guess I will keep quiet until your keeper returns." Trinseccet said. "You two can take your concerns for Rincitni up with him."

"Thank you for worrying about me. But I could have left this room. I am not a prisoner here and I did get the map and invitation. I just don't know about Lunixri. Is she trying to sex me up or be my sister?" she asked openly.

"Yes," all three of them answered.

"Wait, yes... to which part," she asked.

"She is a bit of a girlfriend-best friend slut," said Trinseccet with a throaty giggle.

Vale and Nye nodded with wide grins.

"I think it is the one thing about her that makes me let her get away with so much," he said.

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{So what was the reason my parent wanted to give me a bipedal form?} Zerret asked.

{Halflings,} Loc replied.

{You have said that before and still I find no meaning in it,} he conveyed with needing of more than this feeling. {Why would members of the short breed give Minz such an idea, knowing it would be lethal?}

Loc pushed the body of the Cat-man -TiVahti towards him. He morphed and consumed the six foot creature in less than 10 seconds. Slowly by the standards of his kind, still attempting to taste what he ate. Like he was coming to expect, after eating his form changed, he'd manifested some of the dominant traits of his meal. This time, it included feline facial structure with pointed ears and a mane that started at about where eyebrows would be. It covered the top of his skull and down the back of his neck, stopping just above the line of his shoulder blades. It also endowed him once again with a penis. Part of him liked the feel of this shape and wished he could hold it longer.

{We can try to get you a ring or bracelet of shape changing,} Loc suggested.

"I can shape change already. How is that going help me?" He asked.

{It will hold the form for you, possibly giving you a simulated sense of biped senses as well,} Loc said with hope and warm concern in his mental tone.

Loc conveyed how this would theoretically work. In most people, it would shift them from one form/look to another. In Zerret's case, he would shift himself, adorn the item and not have to exert extreme amounts of concentration to keep from reverting back to his featureless norm. Now, in most beings, it moved their nerves to match the new shape. With Zerret, it could possibly do the same; giving him a starting point which he could work from when shifting form in other ways. He would be able to 'feel'.

{Do you think it is possible?} he thought joyfully.

{I don't truly know, but I will help you find out,} Loc sent.

{Are there risks? To me or Rincitni?} he asked.

{I don't know,} Loc sent. {Concern for your pet so deeply and so soon. You like the taste of her. I told you that when you find that, it would infect you.} the "happy for him" wave of warmth those words conveyed eased his doubts.

{I am staying with your standards of conduct, Uncle?}

{You are just as apt as an illithid child three times your age. I am pleased with your progress.}

With that, they parted ways and Zerret smiled again. He felt more like a full person then hollow, and having slept, his understanding of himself came more easily. Rincitni was a good sounding board for his mental framework, whether she knew it or not. He would lavish her in pleasure as thanks and reward.

Zerret strolled into the room to find Rincitni standing patiently with two other elven blooded women kneeling before her. He could feel Trinseccet lingering in its hiding place beyond the back wall. Her eyes lit up and he sensed the raw wave of attraction to his current visage. Her gaze lowered to his male sex appendage, her thoughts rolling quickly through a mosaic of fantasies.

"Are they food or bathing equipment?" he said as he passed the kneeling women. "It may be that you are thinking they are both, given our talk before I left. I won't stop you from exploring this, if you wish. This would make a nice reward for all of us." He raised his voice and looked at the viewport in the ceiling. "As long as Uncle is ok with his pets playing with the new girl."

He looked at the snack platters she requested. Chicken, cheeses, and a pile of fresh rolls covered the first. The second was piled high with fresh whole fruits. Looking up to the viewport again, the face of his Uncle was there.

"Does my pet have permission to entertain your pets, Uncle?" he said aloud and, {What is going on in here, Uncle? Does this happen a lot while I sleep?} he sent to the dragon privately.

"You can do with them what you please," the dragon said sleepily.

"Don't ea-hurt them keeper," Rincitni begged. "They came looking for me. They feared that you might have hurt me or worse. It is the first time anyone has cared enough about me to bother even asking. They snuck away from Lord Trinseccet. He has left their fate to you." Her mind raced through so many questions and other things to say that Zerret just stopped trying to listen to them.

"I want them as my reward, Keeper. If only to safeguard their lives, I want them," she said.

{Are you hearing this, Uncle? What did you say to these women?} "You have their lives, Rincitni. I wouldn't have harmed them in any case. The mood of our evening, however, has been spoiled. So, to make it up to us," he said to the kneeling women, "you two are going to bathe and pamper my pet until I am satisfied."

The fearful glint in their eyes turned to one of playful mischief.

"Yes, Keeper, we will do as you command," They said in unison as they fully bowed to him. After this, they stood and went to Rincitni to kiss and hug her. A knock at the door drew his attention away from the three kissing women. 



Mimic Ch. 05



Zerret crossed to the door. His telepathic sense told him that Loc and Lunixri stood on the other side before he even opened it. He opened the door to them and Lunixri darted into the room. Loc stood motionless, save for the disjointed twitch of his facial tentacles.

{She is a bit angry at the other two,} Loc sent.

{Maybe so, but rules are rules. Her rudeness will not be stood for,} He returned and spun on his heel. "Woman, you have disrespected me for the last time," he growled at the back of her. "If you do not come back over here and make amends for your actions, I will have you removed and held till your Keeper can make amends for you."

Lunixri froze in her tracks, as did the rest of the women in the room. She turned a wide eyed gaze to meet his. She dropped to her knees with her back straight. He looked from her to Loc and gestured for the Illithid to enter. Loc moved to one of the cushioned chairs at the side of the room as Zerret closed the door. Looking back at Lunixri, his thoughts were a bit conflicted. This was Uncle in her elven guise, after all. This was her fortress and she could do as she pleased. Adding to the confusion was that Uncle dropped his head into the room from the ceilings' window.

"Lunixri, you have gone too far this time. Explain yourself at once." The Dragon demanded.

"Lord, I came in search of you. I was told you were here and I did not realize that the cat-man at the door was Keeper Zerret. I mistook him for a servant. Having met him previously, I was looking for the face he had when last I entered this room." She said smoothly and clearly. "The Drow delegation has arrived at the deep gate, Lord. As instructed, I have come to you with this information by the most direct means possible."

She turned to meet Zerret eye to eye. "Sir, I was wrong to enter your quarters so brazenly. I did not recognize you, though it is hardly an excuse. I await any punishment you see fit to place open me. I have disgraced my Lord. Orders or no, my lack of manners is inexcusable," she said, dropping her eyes to the floor.

"Uncle, she is yours and has offered a proper apology. I can confer punishment for her lack of manners, though this stemmed from orders of some import given by you." He said looking up at the draconian face.

"She is on her own in this. Too often she has gotten out of punishment. She is yours. I have matters to attend to." He looked at her. "She will not be permanently damaged or you will pay for her. Is this understood, Nephew?"

"Yes, Uncle. I understand very well, sir," he replied as the dragon withdrew itself from the room.

"You two," pointing at Nye and Vale, "have duties to my pet to fulfill. So get back to doing them. Loc?"

{I am not in this. I can wait,} it sent waving its three fingered hands in a defensive manner.

"So be it. You!" pointing into the face of Lunixri, "Stand." She did. Walking closer to the bath, he grabbed up two towels and set them on the floor in a position that allowed an unblocked view of the tub and bed. "You will kneel here and place your arms behind your back." She quickly complied. He pulled the draw sting from his robe and bound her hands together with it. "Now you can watch. If you move from this spot I will have to hurt you."

Rincitni motioned to gain her attention. Lunixri met Rincitnis' eyes and saw fear for her in those gold-green windows to her soul. Lunixri nodded to her that she would hold her place. Lunixri sighed as Zerret looked over at Nye and Vale. His eyes were fearsome, they conveyed the same promise of danger she found in her reflection as a dragon. She held back the grin for Zerret, having seen her dragon form in the room and having her elven guise burst in, with Loc watching. "Well played, my nephew," she thought.

It would be a test of her willpower now. She was sure Zerret knew it, too, but in the long run this would be good for morale and set Zerret's place in the public opinion of the fortress' staff and residence.

"Master LocNial, what brings you to my chambers? We talked less than an hour ago." Zerret said, walking over and sitting in the chair next to the Illithid.

{I found a bracelet in the fortress vault that might help you. I was bringing it by with the offer of assisting you learn its use-and acting as guard if it caused problems to you.} he sent along with images of good and horrifying possible outcomes from its use. His emotions were hopeful yet fearful that the latter would be dangerous even for him.

"I understand, Uncle. Thank you for looking and finding something so quickly." He said taking a look at the red haired wild elf hand feeding freshly peeled fruit to Rincitni. "I would have to decline trying it this evening."

{I agree, Nephew. I also like that you are starting to show wisdom in your thinking,} he sent. {Since we are not trying this...} holding up a metal hoop bracelet, {I will go about my business. Enjoy your pet time.}

Loc stood, as did he, and they crossed back to the door. Zerret bowed his head to the Illithid as it left. Closing the door, his attention returned to the collection of pets in the room. The Nixie girl waited at the side of the bath while the redhead seemed to be fighting with the clasp on Rincitni's body chain.

{Uncle,, why are you doing this?} he sent to Lunixri only.

The only thing he got in response was a feeling of "It will work". The feelings Rincitni conveyed were excitement, fear, wanting, and a sense of vertigo. He no longer had any question as to why Loc kept his mind mostly closed when not in his privet chambers. The other women were sharing almost the same emotions -- lust, sincerity, with an "I wanna show off to everyone" overtone. He took a seat behind the desk to watch over his pet and her playmates for the evening.

Rincitni was helped into the large tub by Nye. They embraced as Nye guided her into a kneeling position at one end of the tub. Vale leaned into the tub and kissed Rincitni. Vale scooped water from the tub and poured it over the two women as they caressed each other. Rincitni was drunk on the affection these women's hands bathed her body with. If lips met hers she kissed them in whatever manner they kissed her. She was incapable of thought. Nye's skin on hers felt like hot silk. She watched in total fascination as Nye turned and slid down the front of her body, not stopping at the surface of the water but submerged completely under. Nye smiled from beneath the water and wiggled her way between Rincitni's thighs. A tug at her hair brought her attention to Vale. The women had a half dozen soapy lathered cloths along the tub's rim. Water poured through her hair prompted her to lift her head up sharply. A full body quiver and throaty moan rolled from her body as Nye began tongue washing her labia. Vale giggled softly to herself and drizzled fragrant cleansing lotion into her wet hair. Rincitni was on the verge of fainting and cumming. The gentle pulling of her hair as Vale drew the cleansing oil down her hair's length coupled with the erotic bliss of Nyes' tongue worship of her labia.

Lunixri strained to see into the tub. Her nipples stood firmly erect. Her labia was dripping wet from watching her roommates wash Zerret's pet. Zerret watched with an appraising look. The same look one would have when weighing the value of a purchase.

A hard gush splashed Rincitni's inner walls. She went rigid and bolt upright. Her quick movements half dragged Vale into the tub. Her cervical muscles clenched reflexively expelling the water.

"What the hell was that?" Rincitni exclaimed.

Vale giggled as she righted herself. Lunixri laughed softly, but held her place kneeling on the towels. Rincitni looked into the water at an innocently surprised look on Nyes' face beneath her.

"She was cleansing your depths," Vale explained. "She blows water gently into you, it feels very strange at first, but how you feel after makes it a welcome feeling when you get used to it."

She shot a questioning glance to Zerret. He returned a warm look and feelings of "You are safe". Hesitantly, she lowered herself back into the water and allowed the cleaning to continue. Rincitni enjoyed the tender touch and caress of their hands but the erotic edge of it was dulled. Their efforts to make it more arousing did nothing for her. Once out of the tub they dried her and wrapped her hair before taking her over to the bed. The crèmes they applied were amazing. She had never felt this fresh and nubile after just a bath. Their hands working the crèmes on to her regained some of their edge.

Vale spent a long time combing out her hair. When she was done, it felt so silky that Rincitni couldn't believe it was really her hair. Nye just seemed to fritter about during this, but was very willing to enjoy Rincitnis' silken locks with her.

"Rinci, there is only one grooming item we haven't applied yet," Vale said to her.

"It helps you not to get to dry down there," Nye said as she pointed to her feminine blossom.

"It works, and since most of us run around wearing nothing it would be uncomfortable to let yourself chap those lips..." added Vale. "Applying this is very arousing. I can show you, if you would rather put it on yourself."

"I am alright," she said and moved closer to Vale. "Please put it on me." She looked over at Lunixiri. The silver haired woman was all but shaking. Zerret also held his place. His control during this was a sure sign he was not like other males. It excited her.

Nye slid behind her on the bed and gently urged Rincitni to recline against her. Vale tenderly reached for Rincitni and opened her legs. Nye had cradled her with her left arm and her right hand gently caressed her. Nye put her hand between Rincitni's legs and tenderly held her labia to one side and Vale applied a generous smear of salve then rolled her hand and held it to the other side. More salve was applied and her body temp started to climb. Vale worked the salve into her womanly folds with practiced skill. A moan slipped from her now wriggling body. Nye shifted slightly and began holding her still more than just allowing her to recline.

Rincitni rolled her hips and she grunted as the fire of lust reignited with a vengeance. Vale flicked her thumbs over her stiffened clitoris a half dozen times. Rinci bucked as her back arched and she groaned deeper. She wanted to cum. Tilting her head back, she filled her thoughts with the chair-Zerret. Arms slid under her legs as a hot wet tongue began lashing at her tender nethers. Nye backed farther onto the bed, trying to give Rincitni space to thrash if need be.

Zerret dropped the drawsting on to the floor. Lunixri had all but knocked Vale out of the way diving into Rincitni's pussy. Vale then wrestled a place next to her to join in the tongue worshipping of Rincitni.

Nye yelped as she was pulled and wrangled. Rincitni was as feral as a succubus. Part of her reveled in the living fantasy and the other begged for emotional fulfillment through giving and receiving pleasure.

Rincitni had her now. Rincitni's arms wrapped Nye's legs and brought the lithe nixian's nethers in range of her tongue. She snaked in for her first taste as a second set of lips caressed her and placed a succulent kiss on her enflamed passion flower. She licked and moaned into Nye's tasty petals. Rincitni even shifted herself to get a glimpse of Vale and Lunixri lapping and sucking her pulsating snatch. Beyond them, Zerret ever watchful sent her a "Wish I could". Soon fingers upped the level of passion. Two fingers pushed deeply into her. So, too, did she slide two into Nye. Sweat trickled down the legs of her mewing nixie captive. She bucked driving her fingers hard into Nyes' pulsing box. A shuddered twist of her hips and Nye slid herself down Rincitni. After a deep gravely moan, the nixie quivered then went rigid, squirting her hot nixie nectar into Rincitni's cleavage. It pushed her over that same edge. Her eyes rolled back as she drew up her legs and gushed a fountain of juices into the faces of Lunixri and Vale. Sweet oblivion claimed her pleasure ridden mind and body.

Lunixri and Vale looked afraid and stunned; their faces dripped with feminine juice.

"Our duties are completed. Permission to leave great glorious Keeper?" they half squeaked in unison.

Zerret mentally looked into Rin and Nye. Both were well. "Granted," he said.

Both women bolted from the room, their fear dripping from them just as evidently as Rincitni's girl juice.

Nye moaned and mewed. Rincitni lay quivering and breathing deeply.

{Zerret, what has Trinseccets' pets fleeing this room in unholy terror?} Loc asked mentally as he entered. {Well, from what I see it mustn't have been anything you did.}

"I don't understand what had them so afraid," he explained, "This one had a massively pleasurable fluid releasing chain of orgasms, which triggered Rincitni to have an explosive orgasm herself."

{I could not hear what they were thinking, so I have nothing to add,} Loc sent. Vague confusion hung in his words. {I must confess, that is twice today Lunixri has not been in control of herself.}

Zerret closed his thoughts from Loc's. He pushed his awareness deeper into the thoughts of the bliss-drunk women still quivering and panting on the bed. Rincitni had thoughts of satisfaction; Nye, on the other hand, was going through some kind of bonding litany.

"Loc, do Nixie pair bond for mating?" Zerret asked.

{I... Trinseccet would know. Mate bonding is not a familiar subject. I am here for mental and physical health concerns. Why do you ask?}

"This one is singing a mantra to her found mate," pointing at the still mewing Nye.

"Nephew, what has...." Trinseccet asked, "Nye has bloomed, with your pet, and the others ran screaming horny into my meeting."

{They are both sane and healthy, Lord.} Loc sent.

"I can smell that Loc. Zerret did you add to their play?" the dragon asked.

"No Uncle, I didn't even intrude privately as I have done with Rincitni in the past. This was a reward for her. I didn't want to take any of this from her, by sharing her senses or adding to her perceptions." He explained as he moved closer to the dragon's descending face. Loc followed his example leaving the pets a bit of space to enjoy their post orgasmic bliss.

{I hear her now, as well. I don't know how she will be when she regains herself. We will have to wait and see which instincts will be favored by her once she is ... awake,} Loc sent halfheartedly.

"If she wakes and feels mate bonded to Rincitni, I will not force her to stay in my harem. Zerret, are you willing to look after Nistine as you do Rincitni if that happens?" Trinseccet asked.

"I would. I am going to need you here as other things are explained, Uncle." He said. "LocNial, I would request that you be there as well, if you would please, Uncle Loc."

Trinseccet almost laughed at the wave of pride and affection that poured out of the otherwise stunned to silence Illithid. Zerret regained in this thoughts and emotions, not sure how he should interpret these new environmental changes. A sound from the bed drew his attention. Nye had moved herself to cuddle subserviently at Rincitni's side. Rincitni petted and stroked Nye gently though somewhat unknowingly.

{I will excuse myself now. The taste of the room is getting a bit overpowering,} Loc sent as he made his way to the door. {Message me when I am needed. Otherwise, I will talk with you tomorrow over a snack.}

"I will, Uncle Loc." Zerret said warmly. "Lord, if she is Rincitni's, does that mean she needs to replace what she has taken? That is Law in the fortress, is it not?"

"Will she..? I do not hold Nye in that fashion. She is her own." Trinseccet said. "But I will not turn down the offer of a replacement if it were made."

"And what would a suitable replacement be, Uncle?" he asked. "An exotic woman such as she has to hold a special place for you. Wouldn't one that takes her place also need to have this quality?"

"Your opinion seems a bit clinical, Zerret." he said leveling his eyes at his nephew.

"An exotic blossom to affectionately nurture into full bloom. One that will tame the sting from the one that bloomed and find fulfillment with another, and has left the bouquet of your direct tending," he said with a wave of his arm and majestic bow.

"And when did you find this skill of verbal elegance?"

"Rincitni. Her deepest thoughts are all sweetly held in her heart this way. I have gained great interest in literature from her," he said letting his gaze wander to the blissful pair on the bed.

"I approve. You are more amazing a person the more you grow. Your parent would, should, be beyond proud," the dragon said. "When they awaken, have them freshen, and come see me in the dining hall."

"I will, though from the look of them, it may not be until morning feast," Zerret remarked humorously.

Once the dragon had gone, he turned to look at the bed. He could feel that Rincitni was not as deeply into a blissful repose as Nye. In truth, she had listened to the bulk of the conversation in the room and held her silence. She sighed. Zerret had kept her eavesdropping a secret. She felt that she had to say something but how to ask or say what she needed when she could hardly understand it.

"I feel for you, Rincitni. You feel, in some ways, as I did when I was assessing you as a pet." he said. "And, yes, I understand this is a far more emotionally difficult situation. You have held my secret very well and in return I was going to give you secrets that I hold to show you how I have come to trust and care for you."

"You don't love me, though?" she asked.

"I think that I do. But my kind has never had emotions like this. So I won't tell you "I love you" and it be a lie. I want to learn what it means and if I in truth love you, when I speak those words to you, no part of you will have any doubt that they are not true."

"I want you to feel that about me, Rinci," Nye mewed softly at her ear.

Her body trembled. Even Nye felt it, and embraced her tightly. She felt Zerret back out of her thoughts. She felt wanted. Her mind clouded in a sexual haze. She still drew images of isolation.

"I am not alone anymore," she told herself. Nye's hot silken body laid with her. An ever watchful Keeper dared her to feel pleasure and a dragon's hungry presence waited to sex her into insanity. Oh, she was wanted and as alone as a grain of sand on the beach.

"You wanted me to want you, didn't you?" Nye asked softly.

"Yes," she admitted.

Nye kissed her neck, then her cheek, and finally softly on her quivering lips. Rincitni let herself be kissed and as Nye leaned to kiss her a second time, she returned it. Their lips met and her body melted into the caress of this silken skinned woman's every touch. As their kisses became more impassioned, their tongues embraced each other. Rincitni moaned into Nye's lips as she had an orgasm.

"Thank you, Nye," she said.

"Why are you thanking me, Rinci?"

"You are the first person to really 'kiss' me. One of loving rather than lusting."

Nye looked past her at Zerret. "How could you not kiss her?" she asked him.

"I don't want to hurt her. My lips have never touched any part of her though I have wanted to, many times now. My... well, for now, I will say I want to but cannot out of fear," Zerret said.

"You have wanted to?" Rincitni asked.

"Yes. It is a form of affection and a statement of belonging. One that I would genuinely bestow on you. I do not from fear of hurting you, not unwillingness."

"Nye, you are mine and I am yours?" she asked.

"For each other, yes," Nye replied. "We will for each other."

"Then, you need to know... I am his, and he is mine. You are mine, but... Can we show her?" she asked eyes wide in a hopeful plea.




Mimic Ch. 05



"You know what that means. Ours and only ours. A secret only for us."

Nye was a bit afraid. Rincitni sat up and looked her in the eyes. Something about her seemed to change. Her body temperature started to rise as if she had gone into heat. She leaned in and gave her a warm kiss then drew herself anyway and stood up.

"Can you trust me, Nye?"

"I trust that you feel love for me and what that means," she replied.

"Zerret, will you show her how you 'pleasure' me. Please, not just to show her, but I need to feel you, too," she pleaded.

"I have eaten and will do so again, shortly. I will pleasure you gladly. Nye, once you see you can never unsee. This is your only chance to leave things as they are between all of us."

"Nye, you are not in physical danger... you have my word." Trinseccet said. Her face and head coming back through the opening in the ceiling. "This is the truth, Nephew?"

"Yes Uncle, Rincitni and Nistine have bonded. Rin would like for Nye to know all so there are no secrets."

"I want him to show her, and pleasure me with his affection, since he can't kiss," Rincitni said.

"Nye, no matter what, you will be safe," the dragon reassured .

"Then, we are ready?" Zerret said. He took a couple of steps to the left and morphed into a standard arm chair.

Nye's eyes went wide. She looked at the dragon then at Rincitni. He wore no jewelry; he made no gestures, or recited an incantation. Her mind buzzed with the wrongness of what she had seen. Her fears froze her heart as Rincitni walked over to the chair and sat down. Trinseccet tilted her head but said nothing. Nye's eyes pleadingly met Rincitni's and begged her to run into her arms.

The chair moved. Parts of it broke off and became snakelike tendrils. They wrapped around her arms and legs. Others swirled around Rincitni's breasts and started to rhythmically squeeze them. Nye couldn't look away. It was frightening, yet the look in Rincitni's eyes told a different story. They were glazed in lust and met her gaze. Rin wanted her... she wanted Nye to feel that much pleasure.

Nye looked at the dragon. It, too, stared transfixed by the display of raw driven sexual pleasure. The seat melted something that looked phallic. It swiftly, yet gently, bored into her feminine depths. Her body quaked as a wash of juices gushed over the phallic-tendril. It soon matched the rhythm of the squeezing. Still her eyes looked at into Nye's wanting her to feel this for herself. When the black flowered vine-tongues found their marks on her nipples and clit, her eyes closed. Her moans and visually evident wave of orgasms set Nye's body off. Watching Rincitni swish and roll her hips, trying in vain to get her pussy to suck more of the thick penis tentacle into its clutching depths. The sight of milk trails over her stomach, caused her own nipples to harden painfully. They screamed that they wanted erotic milking in such a way.

With one ferel scream, Nye was showered in Rincitni's steamy feminine nectar as it sprayed generously from her pulsing love flower. Fear melted into visceral lust as she joined her new lover in her orgasm. Nye licked the hot juices from her own skin and watched Trinseccet do so from its face.

The chair returned to the shape of a chair. Rincitni sat panting and twitching. Every inch of her dripped with sweat. She stood and shakily crossed back to the bed. Pushing Nye back, Rincitni half fell -- half swooped into the wet crotch of the nixie-blooded woman. Rin latched her lips to Nye's clit and started nursing it like she was breast feeding. Nye moaned and blacked out during her orgasm.

"Uncle, I think that meeting is going to have to wait till lunch," Zerret said as he regained his bipedal form.

"You are such a brazen sexual sadist," said the dragon. "Good job."

Zerret let the dragon think what it wanted. He could hear the voice of Rincitni thanking him over and over in his head. He smiled because that was all that mattered to him. She felt amazingly satisfied.



Mimic Ch. 06



Norrinshrin sat seething. Her thoughts had been less than controllable after her encounter with Zerret. Lord Trinseccet had soothed her drow need for retribution. She didn't want revenge. She wanted more. It disturbed her in ways she could not understand. No male had caused her body to react with such overriding need. Not even the erotic fear of being tongue fucked by the dragon.

And he was nothing to look at, featureless humanoid, and lacking all traits that would promote attention. The 'man' didn't have a penis!! Yet she had felt one in her. A thick hot veined organ filling her pleasure so completely. His eyes looked in to hers for that one moment. In them there seemed to be unthinkable erotic depths. Then it was all gone. She fell to the floor, trying to keep that feeling in her body. Trini had pleased her.

Zerret had apologized to her for his inappropriate actions, she wanted him to do it more, and it infuriated her. Others of the harem had gone to "his" chambers, Vale and Lunixri, they had returned and pleasured any that would allow them. Nye had returned many hours later only to gather some of her things and give kisses to her closest. Nye had become "his". Trinseccet didn't seem the least bit saddened at her departure.

What was this Zerret? Where did he come from? The Fortress of Trinseccet was a labyrinth of mysteries and secrets. One could lose their way here and never be seen again. By the same token, others would seem to appear from nothing right before your eyes. Even this didn't account for Zerret.

She could take no more. Putting her feet on the floor, she set her mind to confronting someone. She crossed the harem chamber, mind fixed on one thing: Finding the answer or death. Vale watched her from her private corner. After Norrinshrin had left, she too hurriedly got to her feet and followed. As Vale kept the noble Drow warrioress in sight, she realized where the Drow woman was going. Instead of trying to reason with the woman, she turned a corridor and set to face her own fear: LocNial.

Vale jumped back. The Illithid opened the door before she had a chance to knock. Its all white eyes were unnerving but ran chills down her spine being set in a face that looked like a purple squid, complete with tentacles.

{You fear Norrinshrin is out for violence?} Loc sent to her.

"Yes," she replied. "She...." Vale stopped as the Illithid put its hand up.

{You don't need to tell me. Your thoughts have been pouring out of you loudly since you entered my hallway. I know I unnerve you. Our races have been blood enemies for eons. Now, the matter at hand is Norrinshrin. She is acting out of sorts, and has stalked off to face Zerret. This is what you feel, given what you know,} Loc sent in an even tone, withholding the emotional context, to keep Vale's fear from clouding her thoughts.

She nodded. The heart of her fear was Nye and Rincitni. They could be hurt in any number of ways in an altercation. Nye was a lover, Rinci was young and worth protecting. She tried getting ahold of herself, only to have more fears creep to the surface.

{Return to the harem, Vale. I will not let harm come to anyone,} He sent.

She turned and walked quickly out of the Illithid's hall. Loc kept to himself a few of the red haired elf's thoughts, but found them humorous nonetheless. He closed the door and proceeded to the chamber of his "nephew" Zerret. One of the thoughts Vale had was that the fortress would not lose anything if Norri never returned. A real gem of truth from an open minded being.

He strolled through a half dozen corridors and as he turned to a side passage he came face to face with Norrinshrin. She sneered at him. Thoughts of killing him danced to the surface, dragging with them a single word question. Why?

{Trinseccet has need of me,} Loc answered her unspoken question. {And the pleasure of killing me would only gain you more pain and torment then you have ever imagined.}

"What do you want, Mindfayer?" she snapped at him.

{To warn you,} It sent, dripping with grotesque pleasure. {I am sure Zerret will answer you if you asked, but I don't think would understand the explanation. He might even go so far as giving you the pleasure your body senses only he can. Are you willing to give up your station, family, and possibly your mind to find out?}

"You threaten me, servant?" she snarled.

{No. you do,} he sent then turned and walked away.

She stood there. All the questions fell from her thoughts. Her rage at the vile Illithid extinguished. She trembled. She could have, she wanted those things it said and, until it reminded her of her place, would have without question.

"Norrinshrin, come to my chambers now." Tirnseccet's voice echoed clearly through the corridors.

She started moving from habit more than intent. She felt dizzy and tired. Not knowing what else to do, she answered the Lord's summons. Loc watched from the shadows of the corridor. She was still going to be a problem. He thought about things and how quickly he had changed his feelings about Zerret. Did he feel his "nephew" was just as Illithid as himself? Perhaps he did.

While Nye had been retrieving her things from Trin's harem chamber, Zerret asked Rincitni questions that had her thinking about what Nye would mean for them. She was younger than her by only 2 years. Trinseccet said that made her the Elven equivalent of 20. She, herself, was nearly 30. However, with a lifespan of 200 plus years, she was young, Nye would live for 7 to 8 hundred years.

Zerret had asked her, what she wanted from her service to him. She wasn't sure what that meant. Nye had a place to belong and lovers to enjoy. It is all she wanted after her service, permission to stay, the dragon had told them. Not having to toil over the needs of staying alive, she was unsure of what she wanted. Her service would gain her money over time. She was well looked after in all other respects. Also, for the first time in her life, she was shown affection and pleasured by those that wanted her.

Trinseccet told both her and Zerret that no one stays in the Fortress forever. One day, everyone moves on to another part of their life. But they were all young and had plenty of time to think about what they wanted. Trini also cautioned Zerret to not rush into things. She still had a hard time focusing on Zerret's actual age. 6 and a half weeks old? Nothing about that made sense. Instead, she didn't think about it at all. It brought her peace of mind. She was fine with that. Zerret told her she could do what she wanted to decorate the room, provided it was done while he was awake. Too many changes during his dormant state might lead to unforeseen problems. She agreed, not needing to think hard about it.

Nye returned with her trunk and two other bags. She bounced into the room, all smiles and kisses. Rincitni was first, Trini, and even one for Zerret. It didn't escape Zerret's notice that Rincitni's body language changed within two minutes of Nye's return to the room.

{Uncle, do females in your harem do that?} he sent to her.

{Do what, nephew?} she asked.

{Change how they walk and hold themselves in the presence of other women?}

{I hadn't noticed. I will watch for it from now on, though.} she replied.

Zerret watched as Rincitni moved to help Nye put her things in order. As she did, however, she would stay very close to Nye. She made physical contact with Nye as much as possible with a bump, rub, or just pressing herself against her. She seemed to be using her body to beg Nye to touch her. Nye didn't seem to mind or really notice.

"Alright, you two." Zerret said. "I am going to be going down to eat shortly. There is food here or you could have more brought. I have decided on what names I will be giving you. I will leave it up to you. Would you like them now, without the reasons, or after I have returned?"

"I would like mine now, Keeper," Nye chimed. "It will make this truly my new chamber and clan."

"I will take the name you give whenever you are ready to give it, Keeper," added Rincitni.

"Very well. Rincitni, from now on, you are 'Passion' and Nye, you are 'Sly'," Zerret said.

"I don't think I understand your reasons, Nephew," Trinseccet said.

A knock at the door put all other conversation on hold. Zerret crossed to the door and opened it to the waiting Loc. The Illithid entered and bowed to Trinseccet as well.

{Trinseccet, you may have an issue with one of your pets. Zerret, the drow woman Norrinshrin, you remember her? Well, she hasn't forgotten you,} Loc transmitted to them both along with what he had divined from his encounter with Vale.

"This seems a bit excessive or is it me, Uncles?" Zerret questioned.

"Drow women are intense. I will have to talk with her. Thank you for bringing this to my attention," she said and lifted her head from the room.

{It is Vale that you should be praising for her attention to detail,} Loc sent.

"Loc should I be worried? She wouldn't hurt them, would she?" Zerret said gesturing at his pets.

"Who are you talking about, Keeper?" Nye asked. Rincitni held her silence.

"Norrinshrin. She seems out of sorts with me, I have apologized for assaulting her, but it may be that I will have to atone further to appease her."

"What did you do to her?" Rincitni asked timidly.

"He punched the cunt's cunt." Nye giggled. "I think you were far too lenient with her, Keeper."

{I won't get too involved in this but, even for a drow she is elitist. No one should have something she can't get. I think she may be of royal class, but am forbidden to look. Fortress law,} Loc sent to everyone.

"And I somehow gained her attention for putting it to her?" Zerret asked.

"She is nosey, Keeper. And I have left the harem after one meeting. It must vex her that the dragon's tub toy pet would want to be a pet to some ill-kempt thing. Added to the fact that I found a bond with someone outside of the harem; your pet," she said as she gently slid herself into Rincitni's embrace.

"Wait. You punched a drow woman in her womanhood?" Rincitni asked.

"Yes, she made comment about my lack of male endowment," he said flatly. "So I proved her comment false by shoving this in her birthing hole." He said holding his arm for them to see, letting it remold into the thick veined phallus it had been. "The thing is, I was annoyed with Loc and when she made her stupid remark, I wanted to teach her a lesson."

{Trinseccet said you took it out on her without realizing it. That, given everything, inappropriate or not, you did hold yourself back. You are a very powerful creature. You could have killed her and not even missed a step,} Loc sent. {Trinseccet admired your self-control even if what you did was socially inappropriate.}

"Hearing about it made me curious enough to come back here to get with your pet! I was worried she was mistreated and with what you did to Norri, I had some really scared thoughts about what you were doing to her," Nye said snuggling against Rincitni. "I still think you should have shoved it up her ass."

"That's the reason? You bribed Vale into bringing you here thinking I was punch fucking my pet to death?" he asked. "Why would I sex her in the ass?"

{With that, I am leaving. I will see you over a meal later, perhaps,} Loc sent and darted for the door.

"It is an erotic thing, well, a control thing," Nye started. "It is an act of submission. And so much more, I brought my notes about non-mating sex acts. I wanted to talk to you about them, Passion. We are not going to have children, but I want you all the same."

"You feel that way about me? You called me 'Passion,'" Rincitni mused. Her heart fluttered and she was dizzy with euphoria. His name for her spoken by this sexy creature sent tingles all over her body.

Zerret could feel the discomfort radiating from Loc as he opened the door to the fleeing Illithid. He closed the door and turned to see Nye dumping one of the bags she brought onto the surface of the desk. Bound rolls and small folded packs of paper tumbled from the bag. She dropped the bag to the floor before reaching for a roll of papers with a pink ribbon binding it.

"I want you to read this, Passion, and maybe you will do it with me. There are some things I want to try with someone, but they have to be special and caring. You are that for me. I want to share all of my secrets and fantasies with you and our Keeper," she said, looking longingly into Rincitni's eyes. "The harem was fun, but I never felt as wanted by them as you made me feel. I want to show you how much you wanting me makes me want to give you more of me. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, it kind of does. I feel about Keeper that way. And about you. I can't really say because being here is the first time I have felt that what I feel matters. I want to be wanted for love, sex, a relationship of equality. The guild I served used me cause I didn't know any other way. They sent me here hoping it would get me killed," she said starting to quiver in heartache and anger.

"Why?" Nye asked.

"One of the things I was going to ask when you were ready to talk about it," Zerret added.

"I don't know. But it is the only thing that makes sense," Passion said.

"I need to go eat. I will be gone about an hour. If this conversation can wait till my return, I would like to be part of it," Zerret said. "If not, then at least answers to the question."

"I won't grill her, Keeper," Sly grinned.

"I will do whatever is asked of me, Keeper. Even answer questions, sir," Passion said.

After he left them, Sly started opening and laying out all of her "notes". Some of them were just drawings, while others were written out in some form of Elfish script. The one she wanted her to read was written in Common. It read like an instructional guide to giving women oral pleasure and using fingers to increase the enjoyment by how they should be put in the pussy and anus.

Passion balked at the thought a moment, taking the time to read through it a second time. Sly watched her read it, almost vibrating as she sat on the edge of the desk. It clicked for her, then. Pleasure in submission. It was an act of trust. Thinking about it, when Zerret used his many tentacles on her, would she enjoy more of him if she could? Yes. This was Sly asking for her to take more of her; to feel more from her. It was dirty, but it could be made less so in the bath.

"Sly, are all of these like this?" she asked motioning over the desk, then pointing at the one in her hand.

"Most of them," Sly replied.

"I can't read most of these."

"I wrote them in Nixie, so the other girls in the harem wouldn't try to do them to me," Nye said. "Watching him pleasure you though, I will admit scared me at first. No, it terrified me. The look in your eyes held me; there was nothing but pleasure and lust. I could see you wanted me to feel it with you. After that, I thought about all of these. The stuff I heard other girls talk about that excited me but I was too afraid to try. You trust him so much it scares you, doesn't it?"

"It's because he makes me feel so good and doesn't feel it himself. I want him to feel it," she said sorrowfully.

"He doesn't feel it? How does he not feel it?" Sly asked.

"I can show you," she replied, reaching for the half-Nixie's hand. She guided her to stand in front of the mirror. She pushed the mirror so it was showing the ceiling. "Point your finger," Passion instructed. "Now, count the knots in the ceiling rafters."

Sly looked confused but started counting. She got to three when her finger felt like it was being sucked. She looked at Passion. She wasn't sucking her finger. She was milking it with her now wet hand.

"No peeking, and keep counting," she said as she guided her arm behind her back. Passion grabbed fruits from the table and pushed them over her finger, then a crème filled pastry and, finally, into a roll of still warm sliced meat. Tossing the items into a bucket after finishing using each one, she pulled her back around to face her, bringing Sly's finger to her mouth and sucking it.

"Which one of those was in me?" she asked.

"The one before you turned me to look at you again," Sly said with confidence.

"No. None of them were," she said. "That is what sex is for him. Some is soft--moist and other hot-drippy-wet. He feels how it makes me feel and morphs into what makes me feel more pleasure. Even though he is changing his shape, it feels the same to him. But he feels that I feel pleasure, like Loc. I don't even know if he can orgasm. I am so dizzy from pleasure that I can't say that he does or doesn't. I think not if it all feels bland. I want to make him orgasm."

"You want him to feel pleasure in sex like we do," Sly said, fascinated.

"No. I want him to be turned on knowing it FEELS good making us orgasm. That his tentacles do feel what a man's penis would if it did those things inside me," she said softly. "That I could suck him and it felt like sex, not just another wet hole." She looked at the floor. "Every other man I have known treated me like a wet hole, that is all he feels and he has never made me feel like that."

Sly stood, thinking about what Passion explained. And yet Zerret voiced his feelings. He cared if Norrinshrin would hurt them. His emotions were very clear. He wanted them. To watch out for them and give them pleasure. She was here because he cared that much for Passion. Even Trinseccet had not shown that kind of devotion to any single pet.

"Do you feel like that about me? Attraction, I mean," Sly asked.

"No, I mean yes. I know you feel pleasure touching me. You feel my pleasure when I touch you. I love that and love you for it and because of it. He doesn't, so it is different. I think you would better understand how I feel once you trust him to give you unbounded sexual pleasures. I want to be able to do what he does for me to you. That, however, is not even possible; I would go insane if it were."

"You love me, and him. You want me to love him with you the way you do. And will sex me cross-eyed trying to make me feel as good as he make you feel," Sly said.

"She has been begging you to touch her since you came back in the room. I think she is very much attracted to you, Sly," said the dragon as her head dropped into the room.

Passion blushed almost bodily. She felt a little childish having not really thought about it. Then having it pointed out by the dragon and making her admit it left her embarrassed. Sly also blushed. She so wanted to be told, she hadn't seen it. Now, thinking about how many times Passion rubbed against her, stood close when it was not needed, and held their skin together whenever possible.

"Oh you little darlings, blushing with sexual tension. I won't stop you from expressing your needs and desires for each other," Trinseccet cooed. "I was only stopping in to check how you were settling in, Sly."

"Lord, what about Norrinshrin?" Sly asked trying to change the subject. Passion looked at Sly, then to the dragon.

"What about her? She is alright. Why would she not be?" asked the dragon.

Sly let the matter drop. Her knowledge of the dragon's habits told her they would not get any answers.

Zerret stepped into the dungeon with mixed feelings. He didn't know why Norri or any woman, for that matter, would seek him out to be raped. Passion had memories of rape. They were filled with fear and humiliation. Her memories focused on what felt good to block out everything else. Why would a woman seek out something like that?

{The answer would surprise you,} Loc sent from three cells down.

"Really Uncle, there is an answer?" he asked.

{Drow women have the power and authority. They are still women-female, bearers of offspring. It is a submissive role. Instincts can be overwritten. Only if there is nothing to trigger them,} Loc sent.




Mimic Ch. 06



{And I have sparked this submissive instinct by proving I have the ability to dominate her,} he replied flatly. {Why is it she is incensed? She is telling others in the harem I should be killed for my impudence.}

{That is how a Drow should act. What was written over the instinct.}

{Any good leftovers with you?} He asked.

Loc invited him to investigate for himself. He stepped into the cell with Loc and there were, indeed, leftovers. Two freshly dead Drow assassins. A third still twitched and drooled in the tendril net of LocNial's maul.

{Uncle, do you still have the bracelet?} he asked.

{I do,} Loc sent with a defined curiosity.

{If it works, and I eat these Drow, I will take on a look akin to Rin... Passion's first enjoyable sexual partner.}

{ I agree. And down here, there is no chance of hurting anyone that matters,} Loc sent. He drew Zerret's eyes to him, and tossed the bracelet to him. {I would say to eat the two there and let your body manifest, then don the bracelet to hold that shape. We will make sure it is not going to hurt you and then add any needed visual corrections.}

It would not be the first time he had eaten two or more people in one meal, just doing so carried weird side effects. Once he manifest two sets of ears and two noses. Not what he would hope for in this experiment. He reached down and grabbed the first body. The front of his body split open from mouth to naval. He consumed it and, with very little effort, the second followed it. Loc cringed. Even the Illithid was uneasy with how quickly Zerret could dissolve a body. It was not the same as watching the dragon swallow someone whole.

Zerret twisted slightly and hocked out a few metal items the Drow still had hidden on their persons. Loc froze. He stood and reached for a ring that had barbs on its inner surface. He slid it into the pocket of his robe and watched Zerret's features mold and shape. His nephew took on very accurate appearance to a normal drow male, including a penis.

Zerret waited. He felt his outer skin settle and slipped the bracelet on himself. He placed it in the position one would wear a cock ring. The magic band conformed to the limb on which it was placed. Instantly, he felt less strained to hold his form. He even tested his ability to shift himself in minor ways, growing erect, shifting his hands to be phallic, and changing the textures of his skin.

{From the feel of you, this is working as we hoped it would,} Loc stated.

"Yes Uncle, it feels that it is holding me without trying to fight my basic nature," He said aloud, "I tried sending that and am speaking it instead. It is blocking my telepathy."

{You are still hearing me though?} Loc inquired.

"Yes. I can still hear your directed thoughts. I am not hearing your emotional sub-tones though."

{Perhaps that is why it was left in the stores. It is not universal in who can use it.}

"Well, it works. And I don't intend to use it for long periods. I will have to use it wisely and remember that it blinds my telepathic senses. A limitation I am willing to work with, knowing who I am using it to please," he said before giving Loc a warm smile.

{You smiled. Are you doing it or is it something felt showing through?} Loc asked.

"I smile when I think about my pet, and I feel it. I like it. She has helped me understand a lot," he said. "I would convey the emotional frame of those words but I don't want to take this off yet. Tomorrow after mid-meal?"

{I will await your visit,} Loc sent.

He watched Zerret turn and walk from the cell, glad his nephew was blind to his thoughts. It would have been difficult to hide his fears about the ring in his pocket for much longer. He stepped from the cell and went further into the dungeon. It was time to ask other questions to the rest of the prisoners.

Norrinshrin felt foolish. The fact that others had so easily seen her inner turmoil wounded her pride. She could not hold this against Zerret. The man had shown her a weakness of her own making. His unorthodox punishment for her disrespect could be viewed no differently than the three lashes such an insult to a Keeper would normally carry. She had to admit that it taught her the lesson about his place and revealed a flaw in her personal mental image of Drow womanhood.

Her respect of him was somewhat restored. He had apologized for not following proper Fortress rules governing such things. And, as Trinseccet had said, how many other Keepers of the Fortress would have even thought to do so, much less imparting one?

And the question of Nye leaving was more to do with Rincitni, his pet. Norri could see how a pet trained by such a man might sway the affections of the half-aquatic. In all this, she felt her opinion of even the Illithid might require a review. It could have done many things in stopping her: blinding, inflicting pain, or tearing thoughts from her mind. It chose to be noble and tell her to her face she was wrong for her thinking and opening her eyes to her own destruction by her own hands.

"I am sorry, Norrinshrin." Vale said. "I am the one that told the Illithid of your visible turmoil. Perhaps I should have been a better sister and come to you directly. My feelings for Nye clouded my reason and your actions have made you hard to talk with."

"I know I have you to thank. Yes I said 'thank'. You did the right thing. If I had been in your place, I would only have done one thing differently. I would have gone straight to the Lord," she said, looking in to Vale's eyes. "It may have been worse for me if that had been what you did. I can see I was very misguided in my actions and thinking."

She held her arms open to the red haired elf. Vale gladly fell into the embrace of the exotic drow woman. Her first kiss was tender, which led to more impassioned play. In what felt like hours, the two gladly gave pleasure and over-needed orgasms to each other. They curled into each other arms as the blanket of blissful sleep covered them.

Zerret stood at the door of the chamber. He couldn't sense anything telepathically which he was still trying to come to terms with. Not having them was proving more disconcerting then he would have thought. He reached for the door. As his hand touched its surface, he could "hear" what was being talked about on the other side. He realized that he had been relying on the telepathy too much. He had other senses that were just as acute and useful.

He opened the door to see his Uncle giving her opinion of his pets' decoration plan. They all looked in his direction. Passion smiled and rose to greet him. Sly had a puzzled expression and his Uncle just tilted her head.

"Uncle, it sounds like you have been offering biased advice," he said. "It would seem you are coaxing them into making the room more comfortable for you to play in."

"Keeper, Lord was only helping us find things," Passion assured.

"Keeper? Is that really you?" Sly asked cautiously. "You look more male than when you left."

"I am Zerret, Sly. And I do for my pets what other keepers could never hope to," he said. "Nothing against you, Uncle. You told me to show great attention to the fantasies of my pets and they would show me great devotion and service."

"Nephew, I am not offended . The opposite would be truer. If other keepers put half the thought and feeling in what they do for their pets, I would never find girls to join my harem," she said.

"You did this for me, Keeper? It isn't going to hurt you? You will be able to change back to your real body, like after you eat?" Passion blurted, voicing her concern for him.

"Calm down, Passion. I have just eaten. This bracelet will hold this look for me until I take it off. I am in no pain. In fact, I 'feel' rather well. I did this for us. You made a good point about me needing to feel more male oriented senses. Though neither of you seemed comfortable with other ways of accomplishing this, like bringing a male for you two and I would read him. More to the point, I won't share you with someone that isn't... I don't want other males touching you."

Passion, hearing these words, had an orgasmic flutter from deep within her. Sly swooned in similar fashion, finding she was dizzy with warm emotions. Uncle turned and started to withdraw from the chamber.

"I would like to hear the gossip of how things go this evening. Goodnight, Zerret. Pets," she said and was gone.

"So, can we see how much more we can make you feel?" Passion asked, taking his hand.

"You are my pets. You will serve me to your pleasure," he said.

Both women smiled with a lustful gleam in their eyes. Each one embraced one of his arms and walked him to the bed. 



Mimic Ch. 07



"Sprawl out on the bed, Zerret," Passion cooed to his right.

Sly quivered and purred on his left. They had awakened him. His mind could interpret sensation, and his body could feel as others yet still be so much more. It had been glorious yet had almost cost him the lives of his pets. He thought it through again, taking time to organize other memories as well.

They led him to the bed and climbed onto it. Their bodies smelled so wonderful, exotic feminine musk that eager women exude when they are highly aroused. They looked at him with questioning eyes, both stealing glances at his new sexual tentacle. Passion was the first to reach out and caress it. It FELT. The sensation was like nothing he had ever known.

"You felt that!" Passion squealed. "It felt good to you, pleasurable?"

"Yes, it felt very pleasurable," he said. His mind raced to find how it had done this.

"May I pleasure this more for you, Keeper?" Passion all but begged.

He was dazed by the touch and she wanted him to have more. He just nodded. Sly watched as Passion leaned forward and took Zerret between her lips. Gently sucking as much of the flaccid phallus in to her mouth as she could, she moaned over the mantle of manhood. Zerret's mind exploded in a torrent of untapped memories. Sex, training, brushes with death, killing that which would have killed. Lifetimes of information bloomed in his awareness.

"Zerret!" someone yelled as he felt something slam into his chest.

His eyes flew open to see a panic ridden Sly holding the remains of a chair. Looking down, Passion was turning blue. She was being choked to death by his swollen penis. He regained his control and quickly reduced the size of his male appendage. Sly grabbed Passion and pulled her to the center of the bed. Passion choked and gasped. Rolling to the side of the bed, she vomited. Zerret backed away from the both of them. He retracted the phallus to the point the bracelet fell to the floor.

Passion looked over at him. Her eyes were pained and saddened. Sly moved into a defensive position over Passion. Fear and confusion marked her face.

"I am sorry, Keeper," Passion wheezed before a choking fit took hold of her again.

"What the fuck are you apologizing for?!? He could have killed you!" Sly raged.

{I am sorry. I didn't know what was happening,} he sent.

{You couldn't feel me?} Passion thought.

{No. The bracelet blocked my telepathy. The pleasure of your mouth overwhelmed everything.} He sent his worry and love of her with those words.

{There is more of you now? I could feel it. It unlocked your collected knowledge, didn't it?} she asked.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" Sly grumbled.

Both of them stopped. They realized that none of this had actually been spoken.

"We are fine, Sly. He is speaking in my head," Passion soothed.

{Passion you could feel what happened?} Zerret said in astonishment.

She nodded. Sly slid off the bed and retrieved the bracelet from the floor. She looked at it closely. An Elven warning was engraved into the inside of the band. It read, "To truth or be forsaken." Sly flipped the thing across the room and returned to Passion's side. Her color had returned and she was breathing much easier. Sly looked over at Zerret. His eyes were filled with fear and sadness.

"I shouldn't have done that," Zerret said.

"I begged you to let me. We both forgot what your Uncle warned us about," Passion said. "But your knowledge is awakened. I will be alright. Sly saved us both."

"True. If she hadn't screamed when she hit me, I may have slid into a dormant phase and not woken for who knows how long," Zerret said.

"I didn't. I just beat you with the chair until you opened your eyes," Sly said.

He looked at her questioningly. The room got blurry and the two of them slumped to the side. The knock at the door and worried presence of Loc standing on the other side began to explain much. He took a moment to finish shaking off the bracelet's effects.

{I almost killed Rincitni,} he sent to his Illithid Uncle, opening the door for him.

{I screamed at you,} Loc sent. {I am somewhat to blame in this as well. There are ways this can be fixed. It will be something between us. The dragon can never know. I can make them forget, but that will not work on you. Can you keep this from them and your Uncle?}

{If it will give them peace of mind, and take the fear out of them, I will carry the secret forever,} he sent.

{Clean up anything out of place. I will heal Rincitni and take all the memories they have from the time you came back into the room. We will put them in the bed and when you wake them, they will believe you have just returned to the room.}

Loc set about healing Passion and cleaning the memories of the past hour from their minds. Zerret felt through his new memories for the spells. It was somewhat scary that he thought that. He would think about it after Loc was gone. He gathered all of the parts to the broken chair and hid them. While Loc was truly distracted, he used his newly acquired magic to clean the floor and bedside.

They laid the women in the bed in each other's arms. Zerret found the bracelet that was the culprit behind it all. Once done, they exited the room and faced off.

{Take this back. It has a curse,} Zerret sent

{I didn't know. I was only trying to help,} Loc sent.

{I don't blame you. How long should I wait?} Zerret asked.

{Ten minutes. After they lay down for normal sleep, come to my chambers so we can talk,} Loc sent and hurried down the hall, not wanting any of Trinseccet's other guards finding him there.

Zerret waited. His thoughts combed through the 120 years of ingested knowledge. He was going to have to find a way to organize his memories. Skills, languages, even magic spells randomly hung in his memory. These would have to wait for now. He opened the door and stepped back into the room.

He crossed to the bed and checked the sleepy thoughts of the two women. Both of them were dreaming of sex. He saw erotic explorations of themselves or, in Sly's case, of Passion. They both seemed to be focused on feeling something in their ass while having sex. A naughty idea brought a smile to his features. He started caressing them. He had one firm tushy for each hand. Sly reacted to his touching by purring and moving towards the sensual sensations.

Grabbing a firm grip of their round bottoms, he shook them gently.

{You pets fall asleep waiting for me?} he asked hoping not to see any fear in them when they looked at him. "Wake up, you beautiful darlings," he added aloud.

"You're mean, Keeper. Why would you keep us waiting for you so long?" Sly asked as she stretched next to Passion.

"How long were we asleep, sir?" Passion asked. {It didn't work on me, Zerret,} she sent mentally.

"Only about an hour, I think. Do we want to show ourselves in the dining hall?" he said. {I had a feeling Loc would be unable to remove your memory. I am glad you remember and will find some way of making it up to you.}

"Are we going to get our own private table, Keeper?" Sly beamed as she sat upright and grabbed one of Passion's hands into hers.

"We should freshen before we go. Our appearance must reflect our devotion to our Keeper," Passion said. {Telepathy is apology enough. I know you love me, and it hurt you to think you hurt me even accidentally. I am your pet-lover-servant. After dinner, please pleasure me so you can feel it, too.}

"Before you freshen, I want you. Scoot over here and open your legs to me," he instructed.

"Sounds yummy, Keeper," Sly said.

Passion giggled, seeing the mischief in Zerret's eyes. They opened their legs and waited for whatever Zerret was going to do. He was glad Passion still trusted him and that Sly had forgotten all the reasons she feared him.

"Open our mouths," he said. "Now, each of you lick these so when I put them in you, they slide right in."

Sly grinned, seeing Zerret meld his hands into slender phallic tentacles. Passion winced inwardly. {You can control it this time, my master?} she whispered to him.

{Yes, most treasured,} he returned. She had a small quivering orgasm.

They both sensually put tongues on the offered appendage. He moaned a couple of times. Hearing this excited both of them to lick and gently suck with more genuine enthusiasm. To him, their erotic tongues translated into a dual cock sucking no mortal man could ever hope to experience. Both looked at him in pouty indignation when he removed the phalli from their mouths. This quickly changed to one of sexual hunger and lust as he pushed the tentacles into their sweltering depths.

"I think the two of you need to feel how much you mean to me," he said. "I will tell it to your most sensual pleasure in the language of the Mimic."

The tentacles pulsed, throbbed and vibrated inside them. Sly was instantly wiggling herself into a more comfortable position. Her every mew coupled with a tensing of her inner muscles. Passion moaned and laid herself back on the bed. Zerret's phallus felt so right, her snatch wept orgasm after orgasm.

{Oh, thank you, Keeper,} whispered into his thoughts from Passion. Her body, mind, and emotions all shared a state of sensual ecstasy. Her movements were relaxed and unhurried, submissive to whatever pleasures Zerret would pour into her willing body. The little orgasms blended into one rolling wave of deep emotional fulfillment.

{Sly-Nye is needing more, my Passion. Hold her to you when I roll her into your arms,} he sent as he drew himself from her dripping wet pussy.

Only two heartbeats later, Sly's hungry mouth meet hers. Sly kissed her wantonly, sucking her lips, and desperate to offer her tongue to Passion. Their oral dual slowed as Sly bodily quaked. Zerret pushed aggressively back into Sly with a thicker tentacle. Deeply he trust, and drew back tenderly in an even pace. Her kissing stopped when her moans took hold of her breathing.

"He feels good in you, doesn't he?" Passion whispered in Sly's ear, having pulled the sexed woman closer to her. "Thick pulsing power deep inside, caressing every wet petal in your sacred temple." Sly groaned. Small tears trickled from the corners of her eyes. Passion didn't know if it would work, but she sent the gathered memories of the research Sly showed her to Zerret.

{Suck her tongue. Hold her body firmly,} he returned.

Passion caressed and groped Sly, working herself into a good position. She grabbed her hair and pulled their mouths together, kissing and licking. Sly felt her moment and caught her tongue in her lips and sucked on it like a nursing child. Zerret sensed Sly's core soften. He slid a sleek, wet, phallus right into her ass. Her body melted in an explosion of orgasms. Passion felt the hot juices rain over her steaming pussy as they gushed out of her limp, quivering, lover's body.

After that, he had climbed into the bed to hold his pets in his arms. They were both very willing to settle their quivering bodies on either side of his. They pet and caressed him affectionately. He gently did so in return. None of them wanted words to intrude on their blissful repose.

He took this time to reflect on his new knowledge and expansion of perception. Three things sharply stood out in his mind as incongruent with the natural order. First was Rincitni; nothing gets into the fortress. His memories from the mage held a conversation with Trinseccet. The dragon had caught the intruders. During their interrogation, it was told to the mage they had been let in. The wards had been removed to let them think they were succeeding. If this were a true statement, Rincitni was allowed entrance as well.

Which brought up the second out of proportion occurrence; Drow attackers caught in the fortress proper. As with Rincitni and the mage, they would have been let in. What is here that requires this much determination in eliminating? Zerret was also never permitted to consume a Drow without Loc first having consumed its brain-mind-memory. These things weren't even the least bit out of place before. Now, all of these memories and knowledge revealed the lurking danger, an ominous shadow that clouded every aspect of his existence.

Then there was the matter of him. Who had paid to have him created? It was a painful realization. He now knew Mimzerret had not willingly sacrificed itself to have a humanoid offspring. The creature had been force bred to create him. The dragon knew. His uncle, Trinseccet, the two faced lesbian, and that being literal, knew. The words he found warming about how proud it would be, stripped to the empty lies they were. And LocNial. Did the Illithid know? Would he have the courage to ask those questions? More importantly, would the answers be something he would understand and accept?

{Zerret, you are thinking very loudly,} Passion sent. {Can I help?}

{I apologize. All of these memories, skills and knowledge have given rise to an uneasy question,} he sent. {The betrayal of your guild in sending you here is only part of a greater betrayal. My existence is somehow a key part in a looming shadow of coming evil. Though I now understand and know that I choose what I am used for or by whom I am used.}

{Go ask. I will stay with her,} she sent. {I will have us both ready for dinner.}

He climbed from between his pets. Passion moved to snuggle the still purring Sly. She looked up at him with a worried gaze. He returned her a smile and a gentle caress of her leg. Crossing the room quietly, he opened the door and slipped out soundlessly. Passion closed her eyes and tried, once more, to make sense of the flash jumble of memory she had felt pour from Zerret. She could feel them in her mind, just at the corner of her awareness.

She almost died, choked to death by his long, hard, penis. It had swelled so quickly in her mouth she wasn't able to remove it. It had been then that her mind blurred from the pleasure he was feeling, just for a few moments she was part of him. The flood of knowledge and emotions eclipsed all other sensation her body felt, including her eminent suffocation on the still expanding phallus in her throat. It could have gone on, but the lack of air took its toll. She began to lapse into unconsciousness. Hands grabbed her hips and pulled. Her body fell backwards as the thick phallus slid from her mouth.

All the memories lost substance, melting away like fog in the morning sun. There was a popping in her nasal passage and an acrid aftertaste of blood. She had felt the Illithid trying to slide into her thoughts. She didn't fight it. When he turned her thoughts to induce sleep, she faked it. She could see his thoughts and hear his emotions. The healing he performed relieved the discomfort. As he erased memories, they would simply resurface as his attention moved away from that level of her mind.

She peeked into Sly's mind. It was warm and fuzzy. Images of Sly getting taken by her from behind formed. The half-nixie was singing her name, over and over. She took a closer look; Sly had given her two penises in her dream. She backed out of her mind, leaving the women to her dream-fantasy. Wrapping her arms around Sly, she slipped into sleep and dreaming.

Zerret walked purposefully to the chambers of LocNial. He questioned himself. How far was he willing to go? If Loc was in on the secret, could he force the truth from the creature? The Illithid was his uncle. It was annoying in some ways, but never false to him. But had it lied to him?

Turning the corner into Loc's hallway, all thoughts of Loc's duplicity were silenced. The door into the Illithid's chambers stood wide open. One of uncle's "snack" creatures laid part way out of the room in a pool of its own blood. He hurried for the room, morphing his skin into a layer of armored scales and crystalline plates. His fingers went rigged as his talons formed.

{Loc where are you, Uncle?} Zerret asked into the room.

Images of the inside of the room and those within it opened to his mind. Four Drow attackers and a cloaked figure looking down on Loc accounted for the intruders. This was all he needed. Three steps into the room, two of the Drow assassins fell at the bite of his talons. Loc hissed laughter through the damaged tentacles on his face at the cloaked attacker. The figure plunged a tri-bladed dagger into Uncle's chest.

{Take care of her, Nephew,) Loc sent with the last of his strength. He felt his uncles' mind go dark.

Shifting from talons to blade on his right arm he beheaded a third attacker, and in the same fluid motion, impaled the last Drow. The cloaked figure turned to find Zerret standing toe to toe with them as the Drow's body slid from his arm-blade. The face in the cowl was not right. A black skinned Illithid looked him in the face from feminine elliptic silver-violet eyes.

"What the hell are you?" she spoke as her arm flashed the weapon into a defensive position.

Hearing her speak swayed his bloodlust. His talons melted from his left hand just before he seized the figure before him by the throat. She stabbed wildly at him with the dagger which only clinked off his scales harmlessly. The hand that encircled her throat decreased in size, cutting off her air supply. Even with physical contact, he couldn't see in this woman. Once fear entered her eyes, he opened his grip and allowed her to breath.

"Drop the weapon, meat," he snarled. "Who are you?"

"Dyneehlu. What are you?" she wheezed.

"Drop the dagger!" he said again, tightening his grip.

"I c- c- c-annnn't" she whimpered. She held her right arm out for him to see the tri-dagger "was" her hand. It was part of her arm, thou scars and stich marks made it clear this was done to her.

"Who sent you here? Give me a reason not to kill and eat you!"

"My Keeper. Please. I welcome death."

He felt her tears drip on his arm from her cheek.

{Zerret, stop. Look at the rest of her body.} Passion's thoughts rang in his mind with a wave of revulsion and horror.

Scars and burns covered her body. Even one of her breasts had been replaced with a gnarled plate of metal. A thick scar of stitched flesh marred what should have been her chalice of womanhood. Her legs carried fresh burns and heavy callouses from long worn shackles. It became clear that this female was not here by her own will. She had said, "Keeper". She began the shake violently in his grasp.

{What are you doing?} she asked.

"Zerret, stop!" Sly yelped.

Zerret dropped the thrashing women and backed away. The cloak remained upright as Dyneehlu bodily dropped to the floor under it. He could feel Passion and Sly taking defensive positions, guarding the path out. So he would be able to escape and nothing would be able to follow.

"Cloaker!" Sly screamed, being none too shy about sharing her fear of the thing.

It dove at him. A flaring display of black silky cloth with an empty leathered Illithidian visage lashed and attempted to entangle him. His talons sought purchase in the garment, but found none. It coiled and folded around every attack. IT had him, its needles trying to meld into his flesh and take control of him. It was trying to eat him.

His laugh was icy and razor sharp, "Two can play at this game," he hissed evilly.

A loud crack broke the nearly silent battle, as a dozen barbed black tendrils burst from his chest. They dove into the silken cloud, snagged and tangled as they made contact. He melted himself into the wine barrel. His tendrils wriggled from the top like a predatory potted plant. The creature sensed the danger too late. No longer having his body to hold on to, he dragged the Cloaker from the air into his gaping maul.




Mimic Ch. 07



Zerret panicked. He had swallowed it whole and it wasn't dead. He could still feel it. The outward battle was gone and a war of wills remained. He searched for the mind of this creature, scanned himself to find what it sought. The Cloaker mirrored his confusion. IT searched for a brain he did not possess, as he realized this creature was all instinct and hollow without a host. His new memories were of little use. None held secrets to this creature.

The core of his ancestors wept and rejoiced. He would take back what had been stolen. If he could not defeat it, he would make it part of him. He would meld it into himself, giving it purpose and kinship in his being. The creature stopped fighting, a wave of acceptance rolled threw him. His body stung just as it had when he had first awakened on the icy plains of the West Drift. He was one step closer to becoming whole. He wondered if this was the creature's thought or his.

Shifting back into a bipedal form, he turned to check on Passion and Sly. They were not there. No. He was not there? His was back in his room. Passion and Sly slept in each other's arms. Feeling them told him they were deep in sleep. The room had been moved around and other items had been added to the decor. The tall dressing mirror caught his eye.

He stepped quietly in front of the mirror. He was no longer hairless. He had long black hair that spilled down his back to a point between his shoulder blades. Eyebrows and elven shaped nose now donned his visage, which also had a silver-gray hue of a Drow high born. He did not feel overly taxed to hold his form. He felt like there was still a piece of him missing and that was a new sensation. 



Mimic Ch. 08



The dragon stalked the corridors of the Fortress. Her thoughts were painfully out of control. LocNial was dead. She didn't much like the Illithid and joked often of his death, even to the creature's face. Loc had taken the threats and still had told Zerret to take care of her. Had Loc really loved her after all? Lunixri had cried for hours. It was getting harder to keep her two parts in harmony.

The curse was taking a toll on her mind. Her dragon half was feeling less and Lunixri was becoming overly sensitive to even the smallest things. Had she underestimated the Mindflayer? She was feeling caged in the fortress. She wanted to be whole again. She turned down the corridor that would take her past Zerret's chamber. When would he awaken?

It was going on day 12 since he had swallowed a Cloaker. Nye and Rincitni had relayed the battle between Zerret and the creature. Rincitni even scared her when she conveyed it to her mentally. The mix blood woman was now telepathic. It was Zerret's doing. Rin... Passion also admitted to knowing about her. Too many people were learning her secrets.

{Uncle, your thoughts are way too loud.} Zerret's thick masculine thoughts intruded on her internal rant. {Loc did love you. He saw you as a sibling. He wants me to take care of you. I don't quite understand what he means by that. And I have questions, Uncle.} 

"Zerret?!?" She said. Turning her head to look into his chamber brought her face to face with her nephew. He was standing on the sill of her viewing port. He looked different.

(Where is the woman?} he asked. {I want her. If you have off-handedly done away with her, I...} He felt her wave of relief and stopped to think for a moment.

"You are awake, Passion has well... Passion has the woman hidden away from me. Her and Nye. They wouldn't even let me see her. Aside from Passions telepathic images," she said. "Your pets are extremely loyal."

"Yes, and sleeping. Can we move this conversation to the dining hall?" he asked.

"Of course," she replied. "I am glad you are awake. You have questions and I have a lot to tell you. I have a few questions of my own. Do you still trust me enough to listen? I am sorry about LocNial. Joking aside, I miss him."

Zerret stepped from the sill and dropped the twenty feet to the floor. He landed and started walking as if the feat had been nothing. Zerret heard the dragon and thought about it. He hadn't had the time to miss his Illithidian Uncle.

"How long have I been dormant?" he asked.

"Almost 12 full days, Nephew," she replied.

"It felt like minutes. What was done with his body?" he asked.

She recoiled. "Zerret, you're not wanting to...?"

"No..." he said. "No. I want to say goodbye, Uncle." 

   

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Dyneehlu sat in the dark cell, wondering why Zerret had kept her alive. The women that watched over her weren't guards. If she wanted to, she could even escape this place. But to go where? Even the one called Passion had asked her that. She had been asked if she enjoyed the pain that much. They would be coming to check on her soon, with food she hoped.

Her cell wasn't very large, 5x6 perhaps. It was warm enough. The women had brought her pillows, a rug, and even a few blankets. Passion told her repeatedly that she might want to enjoy the comforts they offered her. Zerret would be the one to decide her fate once he was ready. They had washed her. Both commented that if the dragon smelled her even Zerret couldn't have saved them. 

The food they brought for her was very good. She couldn't remember the last time food had tasted so good to her. Nothing about her captivity made much sense to her. She was happier as the prisoner of these women, and their Zerret, than she had been in forever. The sound of the door's latch drew her attention. The door opened and a tall silver haired woman in a white leather slave collar stepped into the cell.

"I finally find you, you murderous cunt!" the woman hissed as she stood poised to do battle with Dyneehlu.

Dyneehlu managed to half block the woman's first kick. She rolled to the side, gathering one of the smaller blankets around the daggers at the end of her right arm. The second kick toppled her backwards into the wall. The woman was on her, pummeling her. She put her left arm over her face but made no move to strike back.

"FIGHT ME you BITCH!!" Lunixri screamed. "You deserve a slow painful death. But I think beating you to death might make up for that." She grabbed the cowering girl by the hair and threw her against the other wall. The clank of metal on stone rang loudly off the cell walls. Lunixri jumped at her again. A weighty punch bounced her face off of the stone wall. She could taste her own blood and a burst of sparks floated in her vision.

"STOP!" a voice screamed. "Look at her, Lunixri."

"Zerret let her live for a reason. Want him to kill you instead?" said a second voice.

"Why should I waste time on some... Oh gods... What the...???" Lunixri mumbled.

"Get out Tri- Um- Lunixri!" Passion stuttered, grabbing her and pulling her out of the room. "Zerret saved-captured her. She is his till he says otherwise. Tell the dragon if you have to. I don't care. Now get out of here before you kill her and things get really bad for all of us!" 

Hands rolled Dyneehlu onto her back, and gently brushed the hair from her face. 

"It looks bad. Dyne, can you hear me?" Sly asked, worry dripping from every word.

"I sorry, but we don't have time for that," Passion said, moving Sly aside and pulling her to her feet. "We have to go, now! I will carry her. You roll up the rug with everything in it and bring it, too! Don't leave anything for the regular guards to find. Got it?"

"You have been hiding me?" Dyneehlu groaned.

"You wanna ask that question, you're gonna have to wait," Passion snapped.

The three mostly nude women crossed two intersections, made a right and then a left. Passion opened a heavy door into a palace chamber, in Dyneehlu's opinion. She was pulled to the table by Passion.

"Get that stuff in here and close the door, Sly. Don't forget to lock it," Passion said over her shoulder. "You lay back on the table. I will get cleaning cloths and bandages."

The door shut and the lock was thrown. Sly tossed the roll towards the corner and froze. The barrel was gone. ZERRET was GONE! Just the feeling spun Passion in her tracks. 

{Don't say anything aloud Sly. This woman doesn't need to know that.}

{Sly, calm yourself. I will be there shortly. Take care of the girl, my lovely treasures,} Zerret's voice warmly caressed their thoughts.

Dyneehlu watched, confused, as the women visibly perked up and set to fawning over her. They seemed disturbingly gentle, and were almost caressing her. She fell into unconsciousness feeling overwhelmed by their physical display of compassion.

   

 Zerret stopped in the center of the dining hall and faced Trinseccet as she entered. He scanned her thoughts but got little from the attempt. Her emotions were as equally unyielding to him. She was worried, and relieved by his appearance.

"I wish to talk face to face, Uncle," he said.

"As you wish, Nephew," she replied shifting into her elven guise. It unnerved her. Zerret didn't look away, or even shield his eyes. "Is this better?"

"For now," he said flatly. "I need answers and now you are the only one with them."

"That hasn't changed," she stated.

"Don't. Just don't. You may have had time to deal with his death. I haven't," he started. "How much did you tell him? Or are you that afraid that no one can know? Did you make me as some new toy or as a weapon like that elf-girl that killed Loc? What have you been hiding from everyone for so long that you are coming apart at the seams?"

"My curse," she said locking her eyes on the floor in front of his feet.

"You are cursed, Uncle? How?" he asked, losing the angry edge in his voice. 

"Yes, the dragon half is Trinseccet and the Elven half is Lunixri. LocNial knew everything. He shared the curse as I do. Everyone that has learned of the curse has fallen victim to its effects. Forcibly being split in two along some line of heuristic context," she said. "I am trapped in this fortress. It is my prison. For 263 years, I have been like this. Trying vainly to atone, negate, and unravel the curse. You are the latest attempt. One Loc suggested 100 years ago."

Her emotions seemed to highlight certain words. Lunixri-curse-Everyone victim-It-263-unravel-Loc.

"How is this an answer? I mean, how can I break this curse? IS that the reason the fortress is always under attack?" Zerret said, his thoughts all turned and jumbled.

"I will tell you everything. Just know that regardless of how it sounds, I now hope for your help. I do not expect it. And even if it wouldn't have understood, you are a child of Mimzerret. You carry part of it in you. I shall start at the.... Oh no... I found her...." She went from feeling untruthful to panicked in only a heartbeat.

"Wait... found who?" he asked.

"Dyneehlu. Your pets hid her. Only Trin – I was told. Lunixri wasn't."

"Why? How could you keep this from yourself?"

"Call your pets. I can't stop myself. You saved her for a reason and Passion faced me down to keep her for you. She so loves you ... I see why you named her that." The dragon's resentment of Lunixri was laid out to him.

Zerret stretched out his thoughts only to find Passion and Sly had matters well in hand. He was going to let things go for now till Sly noticed he was not in the room. He had to say something. {Sly, calm yourself. I will be there shortly. Take care of the girl, my lovely treasures,} he sent, then turned back to his Uncle.

"This sounds like it is going to take much time to explain. You have lied to your other half and are going to have to deal with that. I need some time to deal with what happened. I am not angry any longer. We will sit down and talk all of this out over breakfast."

"I will put out more comfortable chairs, because we are likely to be there until evening feast," she said.

The slamming open of the doors echoed into the vaulted ceilings of the hall. Lunixri stormed in red faced, fist clenched and looks to kill. That all drained away when she saw Zerret. Her jaw dropped and eyes went wide as a wave of confusion stole all ability to think. 

"I will leave you to work things out with yourself. We will talk soon, Uncles," he said, bowing to one of her faces then the other. He turned and walked through the doors into the keep's kitchens. The dragon seemed resigned to his decision, but felt hopeful that she had said enough.

   

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Norrinshrin heard the echo of metal meeting stone. It took far longer than it should have to reach the source. She was out of practice, she scolded herself. Yet another fault from remaining in the fortress. The smell of blood hung heavy in the guard locker. It lingered on the air. She followed it. There were other scents known to her on this trail, even some of her own.

The trail ended at the heavy doors of Zerret's chamber. A twinge in her thoughts almost caused her to flee. The handle of the door clattered and the door swung open. Rincitni, now called Passion, stood holding a hand towards her.

"Norrinshrin, please help us," Passion pleaded. "I can't get the bleeding to stop. You are a noble Drow warrior, keen in battle. Do you know how to dress the wounds of your comrades?"

"I can. Is it your keeper that has these wounds?"

"No, his prisoner," she said, stepping to the side to let Norrinshrin see the tormented Dyneehlu.

"You harbor the Killer of Loc. You would give aid to this vile creature," Norri spat.

"Yes, she would. In service to her Keeper," Zerret's commanding tones rang. "Norrinshrin, I humbly ask your assistance in the healing of this person. I will grant to you any request it is in my power to give. You may refuse and I will respect your decision. But I will ask that you hold your tongue for 4 hours as to her being here, after that you may tell ...."

"I will assist you, Keeper Zerret," she said as she crossed to the table. Looking over the woman, Norri understood Zerret's unwillingness to end her. This woman was made slave-prisoner in her own flesh, and had not likely had any choice in killing the illithid. "Where is the Creature that commanded over this poor woman's body?"

"I ate it!" Zerret said. "Is this a problem?"

"No... I suppose not."

Passion and Sly looked bewildered. Too many emotions played out at one time to focus on, even for themselves. Norri took charge and the three of them spent the next hour stitching and branding the cuts closed. Zerret swapped the irons in the stove and kept clean water pitchers filled. 

"I have done all I can for her. The rest is on her," Norri said.

"Thank you, Norrinshrin. Passion, Sly, please help her refresh. We don't want Uncle to think me an ill-mannered host, returning his dark maiden scented in blood," he said. "An animal I may be, but not one that disrespects its superiors. If you will permit them?" He added a bow.

"You will grant my request, then?" she asked as Passion and Sly stepped to her sides.

"I will grant your request in accordance to the law of the Fortress. You are owed a request, and I will provide it if your Keeper-Lord allows it. If not, I will give to you a token and fulfill the request once your service to your Lord is complete."

"You are an unusual Keeper, Zerret. Trinseccet looks differently at you then other keepers in the fortress. I think I am understanding why." Norrinshrin said and went with his pets to clean up. He wasn't so sure Trinseccet looked at him differently for the reasons Norri was thinking of. 

"You didn't fight back? Why?" he asked Dyneehlu, stepping closer to the dining table on which she rested. 

"It would have made things worse. I am only alive for you." 

"You need to rethink that just a bit. I let you live. Passion has kept you alive," he gently states. "If you have nothing to live for other than me, why did those women try so hard to heal you? I am not worth living for." 

"I don't understand. Those two that hid me, did so alone? You did not order them to hide me?"

"No, I didn't order them to do anything. They serve me, but they live for themselves. Rest , food is being brought shortly. We will talk about what is going to happen to you once you have had a chance to heal." That said, Zerret stepped away from the table to make a comment that their guest wasn't moaning in pleasure loudly enough. His pets better do something about this or miss out, themselves, later.

She laid there listening to them. Her thoughts kept being pulled back to one overwhelming truth. Passion had saved her from the dragon, starving even the bone monster that ripped the demon out of her mind. This woman had stood up for her no less than 3 times. No one had ever done that for her before. It was indescribable. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't want to die without repaying this servant-pet, somehow. Darkness closed over her mind and she slept.

"You heard Keeper. She isn't moaning loudly enough," Sly giggled.

"Yes, he does love his music. Perhaps we should use that music you had me read," Passion said coyly.

"Oh, yeah. She'll love it and he will be pleased with us for giving her such moaning pleasure," Sly said.

Norri was a little worried, Nye had never been this forward in the harem. Passion washed her back and Nye washed her front. With little warning, they pressed their bodies to her and slithered themselves against her. She was unaccustomed to this much physical contact. Sly got out of the tub and Passion nudged her to move further to the end of the tub. She was pushed forward to lean against the low end of the tub. Sly draped a towel over the lip so she could drape her arms over the side more comfortably.

Passion straddled her back and started working water and cleaning oils into her long white hair. It felt so relaxing. Passion lowered her weight onto her upper back and grabbed large handfuls of her hair, dragging her head back. She was trapped. 

"You want our Keeper. Don't you, Norri?" Passion asked.

"What are you doing to me?" she retorted. 

"Answer her, Norri," Sly said, then slapped her wiggling wet ass and climbed into the tub behind her.

"You want him, don't you?" Passion asked, pulling her head back further.

"I... Yes... Yes, I want your Keeper," she cried.

"You want him to fuck you, hold you down and fuck your brains out. Don't you?"  

"Yes, I waannn...." she moaned as Sly pushed three fingers into her nearly gushing twat.

"He would do that. But not just that. You'd have to suck his manhood. Would you take his thick hot dick into your pouty Drow mouth and caress it with your tongue?" Passion purred into her ear.

Norri shook hard as she came, moaning throatily and deeply.

"Thing is, he wouldn't be done with you after that. He would take all of you," Passion cooed. Sly pushed one of her thumbs into Norri's tight ass. The Drow woman moaned, howled, and came again violently. She gushed over Sly's fingers multiple times, then went limp. 

"Sly.... Um, help! She passed out," Passion squeaked.

"She what?" Sly asked numbly.

"Alright, you two. Let go of her and finish getting cleaned up," Zerret said, grabbing the unconscious Drow. He gathered her into his arms and carried her into the bed. Laying her out on the bed, and then stepping back by the tub, he grabbed up a fresh dry towel. He dried her hair and dried the majority of water from her body. Looking into her thoughts, he saw that she was very fulfilled by what the others had done to her. 

Looking back at Passion and Sly, he found them watching him intently.

"You aren't thinking about keeping both of them are you?" Sly asked.

"You are so not thinking the right way, Sly. I hope he does. We might need the help," Passion giggled.

 

"You two are asking for it, aren't you?" he asked

 Two shy little "Who, us?" expressions peeked at him from the edge of the tub. He shifted hands to tentacles before he even got to the side of the tub. He groped and drilled five or six orgasms out of each of them before they slid into unconscious bliss. He dried each one and gently placed them in the bed with the mewing Drow.

"This is going to be a problem," he said to himself, looking from the pile of women in the bed to the single one on the dining table. "What would Loc think..."



Mimic Ch. 09



Lunixri sulked. Trinseccet had lied about not being able to find the intruder. She was feeling more like a slave to her dragon form than part of it. LocNial was gone and she had no other friends. The harem was more of a job than enjoyable anymore. Rincitni, on the other hand, was fresh and new. She had a chance to make a new friend. Nye had really come out of her shell since bonding with Rincitni. She was happy for the half-Nixie.

Zerret had finally given them pet names, Passion and Sly. They suited the women well. Passion was showing just how strong a female can be without losing what it means to be a woman. Lunixri wanted a friend. Passion was going to need someone to talk to with her experience. Perhaps this would work out for the best. Passion knew the secret and only once had she slipped. Even with the great stress of the situation, she caught herself before saying too much.

"Alright," she said. "Time to have a word with Trin and see what's what."

She stood and crossed her private chamber. Stepping out into the harem chamber, she saw Vale helping a still quivering Norrinshrin. The drow maiden was flushed. Vale smiled as Norri rattled off quips about Passion and Sly. Lunixri nodded to Vale, who nodded in return. They would have to talk when she returned. Vale winked as a sign of "You got it." Lunixri turned and left to have a heart to heart with Trinseccet.

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Zerret sat in a large stuffed chair watching Passion and Sly trying to set up a raised cot. They had found all manner of things while he slept. The chamber was taking on a lived in feel. It felt comfortable. The room was still elegant, clean, and well organized. Dyneehlu had awakened long enough for Passion to get her to eat. Sly made mention that they were going to need use of the table, eventually. After taking Norri back to the harem, they returned with a litter of parts for a cot.

He couldn't help but smile at the antics these two were putting on. Still coming to terms with the loss of LocNial, he was finding more in his 120 year collection of human memory. It hurt to lose him, but in a way it had helped him grow in his understanding of the bipedal realm. Even his bonding with the Cloaker had brought new understanding and for that part of him there was a sense of peace and remorse. It had known no other way, like Dyneehlu. Kept from the knowledge that there were other ways of being treated, finding the necessities of life, or even knowing that they were cared about. In such a way "His kind", Mimic, were just as blind as the Cloaker had been.

"Keeper, we need your help. Our attempts at cot building are dangerous and shabby. Would you permit me to find someone to build it for us?" Passion asked. Sly kneeled at her side, sad eyed and pouty lipped.

"You think to bring someone else into this chamber. I am not enough?" He said playfully, pointing at Sly. "You think someone other than your Keeper should provide for the pets in his keeping!"

Their eyes opened wide in surprise. He stood and leveled a hand at the hazardously constructed cot. Weaving the spell in his mind, a flow of energy gathered into his body. He released the energy through his hand and the cot unraveled then reformed into a sturdier form.

"If either of you question or doubt me, I will not show you favor. As this is the first time, I will overlook how such things could insult my manhood," he said in mock dejection. "I think I may need consoling, however."

Their eyes glittered with mischief. Both donned sad faces and tried to keep from showing how much this was affecting them in other places. Passion's body betrayed her by glossing in a sheen of sweat, while Sly's ass just wouldn't stop wiggling.

"I am sorry great and powerful Keeper," purred Passion.

"Will you punish us? We have not made you feel manly. We should be taught a lesson by your manhood, most masculine master," cooed Sly.

"Your mouths are making noise, not consoling," he said pointing between his legs. He had morphed a pair of penises, one for each of their hot little mouths. "If you can think of no way to atone..." They were moving in on him before he could finish.

Each of them took one of his members into their lips as quickly as they could. Their thoughts of how good this was feeling for him had their pussies weeping nectar. He sighed and moaned as they showered his throbbing cocks in sensual affection. Reaching down, he grabbed the tops of their heads and pulled them from him. Locking eyes with their lust filled gazes, he retracted the phallic adornments.

"I am very satisfied. Now you must do so for each other. I want to be entertained," he said with a heavy sigh.

"Will you pleasure with us more, sweet Keeper?" Passion mewed.

"I may, but not just now," he replied.

Sly blindsided her with a shower of kisses, standing and all but carrying her towards the bed. Once to the bed, Sly was a little wildcat. She licked and groped any part of Passion could get . It was like watching a hungry animal trying to feast on its still live prey. Passion moaned in pleasured defeat as Sly tongue lashed her yearning blossom.

Zerret stepped to the table side. Dyneehlu watched the women in their play with mixed fears. Looking in on her thoughts yielded a different meaning to her expression. She wanted to join them. His show of dominance over them told her where her place was. And to give Passion pleasure would be her paradise. But she was in pain, real physical pain. What had been done to her flesh brought pain to her to quail any hope of arousal.

"Do you want to feel their pleasure? I can do that," he said.

She jumped at the sound of his voice. "No, it would be wrong."

Her thoughts were of them leaving the bed and coming to the table to rub their sweet bodies all over her tormented skin. She wanted it but would not. She felt unclean and hideous. Fear that her blades would mar the beauty of their bodies, and make them not want her. Best to not dream what you can not have.

{You misunderstand what I offer you,} Zerret whispered in her thoughts.

"How? The Illithid is dead. What?" Dyneehlu mumbled. Her thoughts ran right where he wanted to see. The face of the being that ordered her to kill LocNial, but it was gone before he could grab it. She tumbled over her own thoughts. It was there. He just had to use a different approach.

{Quiet yourself. Do you want to disturb their sensual display?} He purred huskily. Her eyes darted back to the bed. {See, I can let you feel what one of them is feeling. You would feel every lick and caress. They would not mind. In fact, Passion invites me to feel from her often.}

He breath was shallow, panting. He could see she wanted it, and knew doing it would hurt. {I will be here the whole time. I will take away the pain and let you feel the pleasure your previous Keeper has denied you. I can force you to feel it, but I am neither cruel or callous. The choice is yours.}

"I want to feel Passion," she said in a whispering exhale.

{And you shall,} he sent as he opened the floodgates of Sly's sexual sensorium to Dyneehlu's mind. It bathed her intellect in a lust laden tapestry. He reached in and numbed all of her body's own nervous system. In an instant, Dyneehlu was teetering on the edge of euphoric vertigo.

Passion held Sly's labia open wide, and pressed firmly to get the Nixie's clitoral hood to release its captive pleasure maker. Leaning down, she bathed the eager bud with a sensual silken slap of the underside of her tongue. Dyneehlu and Sly both exploded in orgasm. Sly moaned and mewed as she wriggled under Passion's sinful oral conquest. Dyneehlu had passed out completely.

He searched her memory. He found faces without names, and half understood statements made around her. She was given about as much attention and courtesy as a chair. Two things were clear: First, the first moonless night after word of the mind eater's death reached them, an assault of the fortress was to take place. Second, was that Rincitni was a target. She and any she was kept with were to be slain, plain and simple.

Zerret let the woman slumber in the euphoria of orgasmic afterglow and slid out of her memories and mind. He was pissed. His body started morphing into blades and armor. Motion out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. A step leap across the room and he was on top of it. It was one of Loc's little green pets.

"Master save," it hissed waving a clutched piece of parchment at him. Before he could see the little Kobold's thoughts, it passed out. It was gaunt and haggard, it didn't seem likely this thing had eaten in days. Both Passion and Sly had been startled from their lovemaking by his aggressive passage through the room. He looked over at the pair apologetically.

"What is it?" asked Passion.

"One of Loc's snack-pets. It fell into the room from Trin's viewing port." He said pointing up at the ceiling. He reached out and took the parchment from the little creature's hand. As his fingers touched the parchment, Loc's voice rolled over his senses {I am not all dead, Zerret. But if I am left here, I will most assuredly go insane. Follow this one back to me. LocNial.}

"Passion, get food and water. Now. Sly, clean off the dripping sex and go get my Uncle. I don't care which face, just get her here now. We have a real problem and not much time to get out of it. GO!" he ordered. "I will make up for this, if we all survive."

"Is it that bad?" Sly asked as she grabbed the wash rag to wipe down with.

"How much time?" Passion asked.

"I don't know, Loc is still partially alive. This little thing has been wandering for days trying to find my scent. It is the only one that knows where the living part of Loc is. And if that isn't enough, she overheard a conversation about an attack on the fortress," he said, pointing at Dyneehlu. "That will happen on the first moonless night after they hear of the Illithid's death. If memory serves, that would be tomorrow, right?"

"I will get Trinseccet," Sly said, her features pale at his statement.

"Passion, I don't have a healing spell. I have been around those that have cast it. You think you can guard me if I try it?" he asked.

"Guard? I will do whatever you need me to. Just explain what you mean," she said, pointing at her head.

He sent what he intended to do and how, as well as what she needed to do as guard. He gathered energy, as it had with his other uses of magic. He focused on the Kobold, picturing it healthy and awake. He sent waves of energy into the little unconscious being. It didn't take long. It's eyes opened and it blinked as if it were looking into the face of God. Passion set a plate of meats and fruits in front of the little creature. It rejoiced over its completed mission and grabbed meats ravenously.

"Master good. Be safe, monster of master," it chittered over a mouth full of roasted meat.

"When you have eaten, you will show monster where resting place of master is?" Zerret said, feeling his way through his words more than understanding how to ask this little creature.

"Monster take box. Box master put inside," it said, pointing at its forehead.

Zerret glanced at Passion a bit leerily.

"Master put box inside your head?" Passion asked.

"He make thinks in head I no can think," it said.

"Loc told me it was how you can keep secrets in plain sight in the Illithid communities. If everyone you talk to can see all of your thoughts, put private thoughts in a mind that they would not bother looking in," he said. "I have never done this."{I don't want to kill it by accident,} he added mentally.

"Just peek. Loc wouldn't have made it difficult," Passion suggested.

He calmed himself and opened the thoughts of the little Kobold. It was a simple creature, yet there were quite a few advanced patterns in the way it processed ideas. What seemed more out of the ordinary was a lack of long term memories. He found what the creature was talking about. A box in his head. A folded cube of memory that was not related to any other thought the thing had. He removed it and brought it into himself.

"Monster so much sneaky than master," it chimed in pleasant tones.

"What was that supposed to mean?" Passion asked.

"I don't barge into someone's head, I only share space and am usually unnoticed. I have had lots of practice at being gentle with you," he said.

He focused inwardly, turning the cube end over end. Its form started to unfold. A conversation with himself. A key in the panel of the chest of draws, a chest in the keep's treasury that the key fit, and a wand that would return the petrified Loc to flesh. The statue of him in the closet across the hall from his chamber door. It was the other half of him.

Trinseccet said any one that learned the curse suffered being split in two. Loc was no exception. But he was a creature of mind and the duality was killing them both. If one died so would the other, but if one was immortal the other could pass on and the other would survive. It was a gamble for the two of Loc, but facing death together versus one living and the other living on after the first had past. They took the chance and it had paid off.

He had a plan. Get the key to get the wand to unpetrify Loc. Where was Uncle? She needed to be told of the coming attack. With so little time, he was starting to morph from the stress.

"Zerret, calm down. You're starting to go all spiky," Passion said.

"Nephew, are you sure about this?" Trinseccet asked as she descended into the chamber. "This was told to you by Dyneehlu? Could she be lying?"

"She is not lying, Uncle. It is in her memory. A conversation between her Keeper and his brother. They paid more attention to the chairs they were sitting in than to her. Her keeper said, 'The first moonless night after we have confirmation of the mind-eater's death, we will attack.' She has overheard many of those conversations. They really want Lunixri as a way of controlling you. But even beyond that, they want Rincitni Nelselleen killed along with any she is kept with."

Passion froze at the sound of her own name spoken. Zerret had said they wanted her killed. Trinseccet looked closer at the woman on the table. Even she cringed at seeing the level of torment that had been wrought into the woman's flesh. This girl was also the host for a Cloaker. Zerret must have found some way around the Cloaker's memory stealing ability.

"Alright, Nephew. I will take your warning to heart and prepare," she said.

"Loc was cursed? Like you, Uncle? What happened to his other half?" Zerret asked.

"Loc told me he did away with her. That they would have both died if he hadn't."

"What if I told you that part of Loc was still alive?" Asked Zerret, gesturing at the little Kobold eating hungrily under a side table.

"Find her! She would be able to hold the wards and prevent an all-out attack against the fortress. We would hold an advantage by allowing smaller numbers access at a time."

"Have Lunixri meet me at the treasure doors in twenty minutes with the keys."

"Done," she said, rising from the room quickly.

"Keeper, what about her?" Passion asked.

"Watch her," he said. {The Cloaker was how they controlled her. She was theirs for a long time. If she starts moving and is afraid, put her back to sleep or knock her out. I don't want you hurt.}

"Understood, Keeper," Passion replied. {What do I tell Sly?}

{Nothing aloud, but I feel your distress. Hold her to you and ask her to pick up where she left off,} he sent to her as he crossed the room. "When Sly returns, bolt this door. No one enters without me present. This will be a standing rule for the time being."

She nodded and watched him exit.

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Lunixri paced her room like a caged cat. Sly had just left and Trinseccet just before her. Hearing that Loc might still be alive somehow had her rattled. She had just come to terms with the loss. Now he might still be alive. Somehow, everything wasn't what she thought they were. The assassin she tried beating to death was less of a prisoner then she was.

"Ixri, you need to meet Zerret at the treasury. He needs to get in there for something. I need to gather the fortress' defenses. It is not a trick. Zerret saw it in Dyneehlu's memories. Even if it was a trick, I would listen to Zerret, anyway." Trinseccet said. "You were right. I will have to listen to your side more often."

"I know sometimes I forget I am supposed to be a dragon. But more often than not, you forget no one else here is, either. I will gather the keys and meet Zerret. We will talk about it later. And thank you," Lunixri said.

Meeting each other's gaze, understanding was shared. Lunixri walked from the room and Trinseccet turned her way down the corridor.

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Zerret ripped the closet door from its hinges. Stepping into the room, he could feel Loc. He reached out with his thoughts. {Loc, are you in here? I can feel you, but see no sign of you.}

{I would say it is about time but, given what I feel from you, just in time would be more appropriate,} Loc sent. {As far as where I am... You are standing on me, silly boy.}

"What?" he said, half jumping. Studying the floor intently, seams in the stone flooring started to make sense. With a mental push of magic, a part of the floor slid back into a recess under the wall. It was an Illithidian style crypt. The magics that he triggered cleansed the room and the stone body. Zerret was taken aback; it was female, very female.

{Uncle Loc?} he asked.

{Yes and no. I am LocNial,} she sent. {I am the primitive half. I am very female. The one you knew would share what it learned and thought with me, but to talk to him would harm us both. Where is the wand?}

"I haven't retrieved it yet," he said.

"What is that, Keeeper Zerret? How can I..." Norrinshrin asked, then had her voice drop with her jaw.

"Norri, get weapons and guard this hallway. I don't care if it is a guard, goat, or God. Let no one down here until I return. Will you do this for me, noble Norrinshrin?" he asked in earnest.

{I will thank you most personally for your protection, beautiful Norri,} Loc added.

Norrinshrin blinked in disbelief. The Mindflayer was alive. She was afraid and extremely turned on that Zerret would ask this of her. The images of the Illithid thanking her personally sent chills into her. Stepping closer to Zerret, she looked more closely at Loc's frozen form.

"I will, Keeper. None shall enter save you." She turned and bolted from the hallway. "I will have weapons to ready in two minutes."

{You are a primitive. You are going to have to reign that in once you are out of here,} he sent.

{I could not help it. Even my other half wanted to hold her down and suck her cross-eyed,} Loc sent with a song of feminine laughter. {Make her so fucking horny crazy that every time she saw an Illithid she'd cum.}

"This is going to get interesting fast. If we survive, that is."

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Staring at the treasury doors did nothing to slow the race of thoughts in Lunixri's mind. She wanted Rincitni to be her friend because Loc was gone, but now Loc was coming back. She didn't know what to do. It was nice being balanced with Trinseccet after weeks of butting heads. How was this going to work?

"Wow. I guess it is a female thing," Zerret said as he turned the corner into the hallway.

"What are you talking about?" Lunixri asked

"The internal arguments. Rincitni used to do it so much I could hardly think. Now that she has a place and friends, she knows who she is and argues much less often," he said with a grin.




Mimic Ch. 09



"Shut up," she snapped. "I have the key. Now let's get in there and get what you need to restore Loc."

Zerret looked at the lock and shook his head. He could have opened it by morphing his finger. The lock did not look all that difficult. The lock opened and she took it from the latch. He stepped to open the door.

"What are you doing?" asked Lunixri.

"Going to find the box," he replied.

"Good luck with that," she said, grinning.

He opened the door only to find stone on the other side. The door was in the middle of the wall and went nowhere. He looked at Lunixri who just stood there grinning. He closed the useless door. She carried the lock to the ring in center of the floor. Bending down, she locked it to the ring and the whole room shimmered as the treasure appeared from thin air.

"I don't care how many thieves have picked the lock, none of them found the treasure," she said as she stood back up.

"And you called me clever," he said.

Looking around the chamber, he found the chest. It sat between a pair of statues. Both were female and very familiar. As he stepped closer to open it, he realized the one on the left was Nye-Sly. She looked demonic with pointed teeth and was heavily scaled. Not at all like the lithe sex sprite bonded to Passion. He couldn't place the face of the one on the right.

She put the key in the lock. {Why are you opening this chest?} it broadcast to the both of them.

He sent an image of the wand that would return stone to flesh. The lid opened and the wand was the only thing in it. He picked it up and the lid closed of its own accord.

"Don't see something like that every day," Lunixri stated.

"Thank you, Uncle," he said and exited the room.

Returning to the hall where Norrinshrin stood guard took only a few moments. His senses were imparted with the function of the magical item. He felt her tense to strike then relax once recognition set in. It washed over him then. She had been the statue standing to the right of the chest. A being of divine beauty with a look of deep sorrow etched on her frozen features.

{Don't dwell on it, Zerret, or suffer our fate as well,} Loc sent.

His mind closed her out as he focused the wand on her motionless form. A bright pulsing beam bathed her body. Three eye stinging flashes later LocNial stretched her body as if waking from sleep. He tucked the wand into his cloak.

"All of us survive the next few days and I will be given a bunch of fucking answers," he snarled. "From the dragon and you." Zerret grabbed Norrinshrin by the arm. "She needs to eat. Time for us to go."



Mimic Ch. 10



Women screamed as the doors of the harem slammed open. Vale rushed out of her chamber to find Zerret pulling Norri into the room by her arm. The look on his face chilled her to the core. He looked into her eyes. Her very soul cringed. 

{Get your things ready to go. You are leaving with me and Norri.} He sent , his thoughts were warm and tender. 

She turned back into her chamber and started gathering up her things. Looking over her things it occurred to her that of all the items in her chambers, only a handful of items mattered to her at all. Grabbing a sling bag, she placed them in it and was headed back out of the chamber in minutes. 

Zerret soothed the fears of the rest of her harem sisters. He had told them that he required her and Norri to assist in tending LocNial's recovery. He instructed them that when Trinseccet returned have the Lord come to his chambers. He told them he hadn't meant to open the door so loudly. 

Norri was visibly flustered. She crossed the room to her side helping place her things into a couple of sling bags. The Drow woman gave her hand a squeeze as she looked in her eyes. She held her gaze with the unspoken message not to speak or ask. Just follow Zerret. 

Norrinshrin pulled her bags over her shoulders and motioned that is was time for them to go. Zerret escorted them from the room and closed the doors behind them. 

"What is going on?" Vale asked. 

"I am keeping you safe. Unless you want to be an Illithid's sex toy," He said frankly. 

Lunixri turned the corner in front of them. She raised a hand in a questioning manner. 

"Don't even start with me, Lunixri. I am giving you fair warning. LocNial is awake and horny," He snapped at her. "Thank you for the trust and wisdom. Give my sympathies to Trinseccet." 

Vale gave Lunixri a "sorry" as the small group passed her by. LocNial? Horny??!!?? All three of the women around him were clouds of fear and fantasy. He walked purposefully through the corridors. Just when he thought he had a handle on his role in the world, the world would change leaving him with more questions. 

"You can't take them," Lunixri blurted. 

"Who said I am taking them?" He replied. "You were invited?" pointing at Norri, "You were invited?" pointing at Vale. "We are going together to see Passion and Sly. I am only an escort. Right?" 

Both of them just nodded their heads. He motioned them to keep moving. 

"I am sorry my chambers are not larger. Perhaps yours will be the first name on the invite list for the next girl's night sleep-over." 

"You're either lying to me or leaving out something that I should be told," she ranted. 

"How does it feel?" he asked turning a corner not really wanting the answer. 

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Passion held her ground. Loc had captured Sly before she had a chance to realize the woman was in danger. Sly was slumped at the Illithid's feet. Though this Loc had the same feel as the other, it had an aura of carnage. She fought every instinct just to keep her legs from folding under her. This she-Loc had made no effort to communicate with her. It had taken control of Sly to let her in and then let the girl fall to the floor. 

{Get out of here Loc! If you harm any of us, he will eat you a piece at a time!} She screamed the thought at Loc. {If I don't kill you first.} 

The aura melted away. {You are powerful. Sly honey, stand up.} She broadcast. Sly rolled to the side looking up at Loc. 

"Loc? You have tits and a pussy?" she asked in childish honesty. 

{Yes I do. I would very much like to pleasure them with both of you, but I must ask your Keeper for permission first,} she purred into their thoughts. {But for now, I will check the wellbeing of my assassin if it is ok with Passion. You are the Alpha in the House of Zerret?} 

"What are you fucking playing at? Why did you do that?" Passion asked. 

{Testing you, I was going to tell Zerret everything the night my other half was killed by this one. I could have killed her easily. That however would have killed Vale, too,} she sent to only Passion. {Please continue this telepathically.} 

{So Vale is cursed? Who else in the fortress has been split in two?} Passion asked. 

{I told Zerret. He is gathering them here.} She went on not answering the questions. 

"Look over Dyneehlu. We have done what we can for her. You are not looking for revenge are you?" 

{No, Passion. Maybe some hot sex later, but not revenge,} Loc joked. 

"You mend her body enough for her to feel pleasure. I will indeed grant you unholy hot sex," Zerret said as he stepped into the room. 

{Don't tease with something like that,} Loc pleaded. 

"Norrinshrin, do I go back on my promises of pleasure for service?" he asked. 

"No, Keeper Zerret. When you promise pleasure, no one can deny you have fulfilled your end of the bargain," Norri replied, turning blue-magenta as she blushed almost bodily. 

Zerret grinned, feeling the wave of euphoria from Norri and spike of fascination from Loc. Passion was still on the leery side. 

{Zerret, do you know what she did?} Passion asked. 

{She did the same to me. A test of your strength. It is an Illithid thing. Loc did it to me before; he tested my control so I wouldn't hurt a pet. Something about social rank is involved as well. I will have her apologize and make it up to you if need be,} He sent warmly with compassion and understanding. 

{If I may, Keeper Zerret, what resources are available for restoring yon maid?} Loc sent, waving a three fingered hand over the still unconscious Dyneehlu. 

"Loc... How is her general health now? IF she is not in need of healing now, we will get what we need later. Passion, Sly, the two of you know where to find things for bedding. Norri, go with them and guard them. We need enough for at least two more beds," he said. "Vale, Sly said you're good at putting things away for later use, snacks -- rations. Set up at the desk and make a list of things we should get from the kitchen or pantry. Plan for 6 people to be in this space for no less than 5 days. To be safe, make it for a week." 

"What about everyone else?" Sly asked fearfully. 

"If things go really bad, there may not be anyone else," he said. "Loc... Wait. That is bothering me badly, I know you are the same person, but not. He was my Uncle. You are new to us. Would it bother you to be called Lox instead?" 

{I understand and agree. He and I were once one, but we are different, memories or not. Why Lox?} Loc posed. 

"'Cause since you have woken up, can you say you haven't wanted sex with everyone you've seen?" 

It broke all the building tension in the room. Everyone started laughing, even Lox. Zerret held back his darker thoughts concerning Lox and his personal feeding requirements. He would do well to keep the feel of an "all girls slumber party" going. Since seeing the statues in the vault, an ominous cold feeling had settled over him. His mind plowed thru the 120 years of his human memories. It started to give a picture that could only have one answer. Something was wrong with time itself. Coupled with the cryptic conversation with Trinseccet, something was looming that he would have to act on. 

The three women left to gather up bedding. Vale set herself to the task she was given. Looking at Lox, he watched as the little Kobold ran to her and danced happily at her feet. Trinseccet didn't know the truth, that much became clear. It was Lunixri, hiding behind her draconian half that held the key to everyone's suffering. None were aware of their prison though. It was a gilded cage of pleasure and fantasy. 

The coming attack held perils of its own. Those brothers in Dyneehlu's memory, were not brothers at all. They were cursed as in the same way as those inside the fortress. Lox had seen the same memory by now. Was she starting to see the same incongruities? It was time for him to decide who he could trust. With Passion as the only one he could truly be sure of, how far was safe for the other women in this room to know? 

{Lox, I have a question for you. One that you may have an answer to or not. How far back can you remember, honestly?} He sent to the Illithidian woman. 

{I can remember back to my first Inquisit. When one of my Nepran gave me language. I was 2 days from leaving the nesting pool. So 132, plus 260 as a stone, learning from Loc. Why?} she sent. 

{How old is Sly-Nye, Norri, Vale? If Dyneehlu is Vale's other half, why are they not the same age? How are women so young affected by a curse 263 years old? Loc suspected, didn't he? You know there is something wrong with time, or timing for everything inside the fortress? Trinseccet suspects or knows but doesn't understand. She is the cause. More to the point, Lunixri is the cause. AM I right?} he dumped at her. {Take a minute to think about it. You are outside told by Loc. I am outside. I went dormant for 30 hours, but six days passed. At first, I thought it was me. Memories of those I have ingested tell a different story as well.} 

All feeling and thought seemed to stop from Lox. He had to look twice to see if she was still breathing. A wave of dread rolled from the Illithid as she confirmed the truth in what he had told her. She could see the fissures in the fabric of life inside the fortress. What chilled him was her unasked thought, "How long had they really been in the fortress?" 

{We are going to have days to think on this. Let us just set them aside and work on keeping the girls safe. I can feel that this is no little hit and run attack like others have been. Someone out there really wants Rincitni killed, which puts an even bigger quarry of enigma on our situation,} he sent. 

{Who else have you told? Passion-Rincitni?} she asked. 

{No one. I didn't really see it till I got the wand out of the treasury and saw the statues. I want to trust someone. Loc seemed the best of my option. He was killed and now you are here. Something about the way he talked with me, a mistrust of me caused by Lunixri-Trinseccet. I think my developing telepathy has unbalanced the apple cart,} he sent with a shrug. 

{She made Loc not trust you so you were going to trust him?} she asked. 

{Yes. Trin I can feel. Lunixri I can if she wants me to. Is that a common trait?} 

"Zerret, when you say a week in this room, do you mean everything we need? Does that need to include a stockpile of water?" Vale asked. 

"I am sure he does, but I will bring you enough for 10 days if you are frugal with its use," Trinseccet said as she snaked her head into the room. "I love the ploy you used on Lunixri. I hope you find answers for all of us. When would you like the water tons brought? Three should hold you for 10 days. Welcome back to the land of the living, LocNial." 

{See what I mean?} Zerret sent. 

{Yes. Thank you, Trinseccet. So you understand what he is up to?} Lox asked. 

"Saving us all would be my hope. But if it happens to be only those in this room, that is fine as well," the dragon said solemnly. 

{You are fine with your death? Lunixri isn't and Zerret won't trust her.} Lox saw the meaning Zerret had expressed about the dragon and her other half. Trin was not an issue. Lunixri was at the center of it. 

"In two hours, Uncle. Bring the water tons in two hours," Zerret said. "If you would, Uncle, could you also bring us a barber's kit and large jars of salve. Both burn and healing." 

"I can have them left out on a pantry shelf," she said. 

"Thank you, Uncle," he said and looked over the Vale's shoulder at the list she was making. This was going to be quite a shopping trip. Looking up, she had already left. 

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Soft moans came from Norrinshrin's chambers which should have been empty. Trinseccet looked over the wall into the room. Lunixri had her face buried in the sheets and was pounding three fingers into her snatch viciously. Looking back at the rest of her pets, all shared the same worried look. The curtain to Vale's chamber was ripped from its rod. The room was in a shambles. Most of the furniture was overturned if not outright broken. 

"Who?" he whispered, not needing an answer. 

All went to their knees bowed their heads and pointed at Norrinshrin's chamber. The dragon tapped a claw to get them to raise their heads and look at her. As they did, she reached over and opened a bar stairwell. Gesturing for them all to exit, she poised herself to bathe Norri's chamber in a rain of fire breath. 

"Go down to the springs. I will come down for all of you shortly," she said. 

After the last of her pets had scurried past, she closed the gate behind them. Stepping lightly back to the side of Norri's chamber, the moans were now mixed with hisses and an irregular wet slapping sound. Peering over the wall, Lunixri was stretching her labia open and spanking her flowing blossom. 

Zerret had figured it out faster than she had ever imagined possible. With LocNial's primitive side this curse may not only be broken, it might even be reversed. Nothing would bring peace to her like seeing everyone returned to their true forms. For now, saving those caught in the trap would have to do. 

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As promised, Trinseccet brought three tons of water to his chamber. The stocking of the room was complete and between Lox and Zerret, beds had been fashioned for everyone. Only one thing remained. Eating. Zerret looked at Lox with a "You feeling it, too?" expression. A twitch of tentacles and nod of her head was all the confirmation needed. 

"Ladies, Lox and I have to feed. I don't think this should take more than an hour. IF we are not back in two hours, don't let anything in this room. And I do mean anything, her and I included," he said. 

"You think it is going to start that soon?" Norrinshrin asked. 

"That will all depend on how Trinseccet handles herself while dealing with Lunixri," he answered. 

Sly and Vale in concert asked, "Trinseccet is female?!?" 

{Really? Trinseccet is female?} Lox joined in the cascade of disbelief. 

"Passion, if you would be so kind as to bring the rest of our guests up to date. I will talk with Lox while we eat. Though I need to eat very soon, so Lox," he said, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the door. 

{You better come back. We still don't know why they want me dead. Besides that, I want you!} Passion sent, even her thoughts were dripping with lustful need. 

{We must eat,} Lox agreed. A wave of panic and hunger hit him as the fear in Lox words showed through. 

{I won't be long. I will have you for dessert and again for breakfast,} he sent to Passion. He then stepped from the room and followed Lox to the dungeons. 

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"Lord, you are troubled. How can we ease your burden?" Klysdia asked Trinseccet. 

Looking down at the cream skinned maiden, she just wanted to hold and caress all of them. Zerret had taken up the position of champion. His strength and presence had stirred her. She was horny. She couldn't remember when she last felt this needful. 

"No one is looking, Lord. Use your magic to look like Lunixri. We won't tell anyone," Ruvia said. 

"We will recite The Tree and Garden the Drow way..." Fretni added. 

"All of you know? How long have you known?" The dragon inquired. 

"It is implied rather obviously in the pet's contract. And I don't know about the rest of your girls, but I can tell when it's you or her," Fretni said. 

"Oh yes, Lord is much more sharing and sensual. I dream fantasies after an evening with you, Lord. Sex with her is sex. It feels good, but all you get from it is not horny and exhaustion," Klysdia said. Five of her other girls nodded in agreement with coy smiles, and invited her with their wet exotic bodies. 

"Lord, most of us figure it out after the first time with you. Clearly the staff and other keepers are not to be told so your harem keeps it to ourselves," Ruvia said. 

"And as much as we would like to crush Lunixri's ego, we haven't told her we know 'cause none of us want you to stop pretending to be her," Said the lithe River Elf Ivris. "We love our Lord. Her pleasures are worth putting up with a self-absorbed look-a-like." 

All of their words of affection and devotion were too much. She transformed right in front of them. Not a single woman flinched. Two of them even quivered in anticipation. She stepped into the pool greeted with a persuasion of warm caressing embraces and hungry passionate kisses. 

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{You are testing a theory?} Lox asked. 

{Yes. Rincitni is hunted by someone outside the fortress that is victim of the curse,} he sent. {I know her mind and memory. It is not something she did or knows, so it has to be what she is.} 

Both thought about that privately for a while as Zerret kept watch for Lox. In this primitive form, it was a more gruesome task to eat. Zerret had offered to assist. Lox had refused. He got the feeling that she needed to know that she would be able to feed herself. He would not always be there to help. 

{If Rincitni isn't part of this, why drag her into it at all?} Lox asked. 

{To tempt Trinseccet into making a mistake. How often has Lunixri shown an interest in a woman she has only heard rumors about, but not seen? And how is it she found my chamber to try seducing her?} 

{Loc was the only one told where to find you after Trinseccet brought you in. You never left the room. Loc led your meals to the room and they never told a soul after that,} Lox seemed to mumble. 

{You can't think with your mouth full or something?} he asked as he lightly scanned his thoughts into the cell. Instantly, he wished he hadn't. She was orally servicing one prisoner as a second pounded away at her pussy. The middle digit of one hand pistoned in and out of the anus of the male she sucked. Backing his thoughts away, he stopped. He reached his thoughts into the male pounding her from behind. 

He pushed Lox' control of him away and took over himself. Lox wasn't in a position to fight. The male pulled himself completely from her wet magenta cunny. He got on all fours and shoved his face into her wiggling lavender backside. His tongue delved deeply into her juicy gash. The Illithid convulsed as a gush of fresh liquid flowed out of her. 

The male she was sucking off twitched then jerked violently, and fell against the wall. She reared back with a loud open tentacle moan-hiss. The male reached up and pushed her back down on all fours. He gained a little space to maneuver. His lips locked over her love nub and suckled it aggressively. Lox went rigged in climax. Zerret blanked for a second. Getting his hold over the male's mind again, the male pressed her into an almost flat face down position. 

Gathering her legs closer together, he pressed his sizable cock into her spasming pleasure cavern. He found a slow driving pace that had her depths clenching a gush of nectar around the throbbing organ. He probed over and over until Lox could take no more. She twisted out from under the male and pushed him onto his back and mounted him. She rode him forcefully, setting her breasts jostling wildly in his face. The male's body twitched as the onset of orgasm took hold. At the first gush of seed into her depths, she clamped her maul over the male's face. Bliss shot through his mind, leaving him dizzy in euphoric vertigo. 




Mimic Ch. 10



Ten minutes passed quietly. 

{You dirty little boy. If you ever do that to me again,} Lox sent leaving the statement unfinished. 

{You'll what?} he sent, knowing he was taking the bait. 

{Be your dinner sex-toy whenever you want. That was the best meal I have ever had. Plus the greatest sex I have ever felt. Loc was such a prude,} Lox giggled with an audible hissy laugh. 

{So it is better when someone else does all the work?} he sniped jokingly. 

{I see you had a good meal. So are you having her for dessert or are you going to feed her that thick sausage and drink her crème as dessert?} Lox sent, gesturing at the sizable penis this evening's meal had granted him. 

{Both, perhaps. Now let us get back before we get locked out,} he sent.



Mimic Ch. 11



Passion scanned out into the corridors as far as she dared. She still couldn't feel Zerret or Lox. The hour had already past, and they were all starting to wonder where their Keeper-Host was. She was finding it hard to keep from feeling what the rest of the women in the chamber were feeling as well. The door opened and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Norri was a blur as weapons flashed in her hands. Vale crouched behind a high back chair and brought her crossbow to bear on whatever stepped through the door. Sly stepped in a ring of spears wedged into the floor also poised for battle.

"Good. All of you will be getting a little something special from me this evening," Zerret said as he stepped into the room. Lox was only a pace behind. "Lox will explain everything. I am going to seal this door from the outside and come around through the viewing port in the ceiling."

{Ladies, we are reasonably sure that in the next three days the fortress is going to come under attack. The pisser is, Lunixri is going to be on the attackers' side. Trinseccet knows, and has not let on that she knows,} Lox began.

{Just go with it. I will tell you the real truth personally after I make our chamber disappear,} Zerret sent to Passion. A loving gentle pleasure poured into her senses with his words. She had to brace against the wall to hold herself up.

{The Dark Barons sent Dyneehlu in to kill Loc. She did and now they are coming. Lunixri knows I am awake, and could stop the whole thing. But Zerret and Trinseccet have made her think I am a raging sex beast with little control of my telepathic skills. Trin has hidden away the rest of his harem. So it won't be long before Lunixri finds out she and her dragon half are the only ones left in the fortress,} Lox informed them all. {Now after Zerret pulls a switcheroo on the other side of the door, we will be hidden from everyone save Zerret and Trinseccet.}

"How is Lord Trinseccet going to protect us?" Vale asked.

{She isn't. Zerret is. He could kill her if it came down to that,} Lox sent sadly. {He is trying to bait the Barons so we won't ever need to think like that again.}

"He would defend me? You would help me? Even after what I have...." Dyneehlu choked out as she broke down into heavy sobs.

Zerret pulled the doors closed, leaving the womenfolk to tend to things. Pulling his magical energy forth, he focused on fusing the door and frame into a solid object. It took a bit of time and more effort than he had considered. He would just have to deal with it. Backing out of the entryway, he imploded the walls and fascia. Weaving the broken materials into a flat wall it appeared the hall was a single corridor and that the door of his chamber never existed.

Turning on a heel, he headed in the direction of the dining hall. He geared himself up and locked away any feelings that might stay his hand. It was time to light the fuse. He sculpted himself into a creature of gothic horror. Plating his skin, enhancing the bulk of his musculature, and donning razor sharp bone-blades put him in the right frame of mind.

He manifested a cape to cover two large coiled tentacles he morphed from just under his shoulder blades. Raising a foot, he slammed open the doors to the dining hall with it. Screams and clattering furniture echoed from all around the hall. Trinseccet turned to look at him. She would likely have smiled if it were physically possible. Lunixri stood in the dragon's shadow as always.

"Dragon! What are you trying to burden me with, you bitch!?" he yelled.

"Whatever do you mean, child?" she questioned in return. Fiery humor in her eyes, ice in her words.

"The curse, you lesbian lizard! Who do you think you are, slut?!" he raged.

Some of those that had started to flee slowed their retreat in interest of the argument.

"I am Trinseccet, Lord of this Fortress and you will respect your place or I will kill you," she growled.

"Give it your best shot, you fire breathing whore!" he screamed.

Everyone ran. The threat of being burned alive by the dragon blanked all other thoughts. Lunixri had moved out of the fray, taking up a position along the kitchen wall. The dragon reared up and backhanded one of the dining tables at him. He jumped straight up, letting the table pass beneath him. It smashed into the rush of guards before they had much of a chance to cross the room's threshold.

She snarled and raised her head in an audible inhalation. His feet touched the floor and he morphed just before the curtain of searing flame engulfed him. Instinct took hold, coiling his structure to withstand the deadly inferno. He was almost at his limit.

Trinseccet's flame bathed him for three heartbeats. She was out of breath, and let the flame subside. A few of the tables behind her nephew were burning and a swath of the hall carpet smoldered. A pillar of ash stood in place of her nephew.

"Is it fucking dead?" Lunixri asked.

"Nothing survives a dragon's flame, save another dragon," Trinseccet stated proudly.

"You told him about the curse? How?" she asked.

"I didn't tell him anything. I simply answered a question."

Lunixri stormed out to look the dragon in the face. "What question?"

"How?" the dragon sneered.

"Did you tell him about the pact?"

"Would it matter now?" Trinseccet said, turning away from her glare.

"I wanna know, and that should be enough. As long as I wear this collar you are my slave. Now tell me how much you told him or I will hurt you. I will blank the memories of everyone in the fortress again. And this time I will leave them so stupid they will starve to death if you don't tell them to eat."

"I told him it was my curse, nothing more," Trinseccet said mournfully.

"That is all you told him! Loc told him, then. I didn't have him killed soon enough," Lunixri said putting her hand to her chin. "This is getting troublesome. You can get out of the fortress. And he can't get in."

"I don't think he figured that part out yet," The dragon interjected.

"Well it's dead now so figuring out I am a Jinn doesn't much matter, does it?"

"You are still too clever for me. I guess you have my number yet again," Trinseccet grinned at her.

"Why are you grinning and when did you return to your elven guise?" Lunixri questioned, coming face to face with herself.

"She didn't, you stupid heartless cunt!" he said as one of the coiled tentacles lashed out and wrapped around the white leather collar around her throat.

"You can't be, I watched her burn you!" Lunixri squealed in fright.

"Two. Six. Three," he said clearly and the collar unlatched itself from her neck.

"How could you... It isn't.." Lunixri cried. Her form twisted and reshaped. The elven beauty melted away leaving a haggard misshaped visage.

"It is time for you to return from where you came," Zerret said. "If you do not or cannot leave I will find a way to destroy you."

"Zerret, watch out!" Trinseccet said loudly.

Lunixri lunged at him. Her now taloned hands wrapped around his throat. He feigned that her hands were choking him. Her grin at this small victory was short lived. His split himself and shot more than a dozen thin black tendril tongues out around her upper body and arms.

"Zerret, don't..." the dragons voice seemed distant.

The world took on a small feeling as he dragged the twisted Jinn into himself. Thousands of equations flooded his mind and pain seared him with agonizing totality. Morphing grotesquely, an involuntary spasm caused him to vomit out the Jinns' remains. They fell to the floor in a hissing cloud of acrid smoke.

He rolled his form into something comfortable and easy to hold. A wine barrel. Trinseccet grabbed him up at that point and burned what Zerret had coughed up in a blast of her fiery breath. She backed away from the burnt Jinn remains.

"Zerret, are you alright? You still awake?" the dragon asked on the verge of panic.

{I will be fine. I just need to eat and rest, not sleep-rest. Put me in the cells with the Barons' minions.}

"Are you sure, Zerret?" she asked, worry in every word.

{I feel strange. A little out of my depth, but yes, I am sure,} Zerret sent.

Trinseccet carried him. She moved quickly at first but gradually slowed. Finally she came to a halt altogether. The rain of confusion radiating from her gave him a sense of concern. Moving again he felt an echo inside of him, the feeling that he was seeing something from two sides at the same time.

{Uncle, where are we going?} he asked.

"You said you wanted to go to the cells. I can't seem to find my way to the cells, though," she said. "The corridors seem to have changed. They are not as they once were."

He tried stretching out his feelings, instead he transferred his conciseness out of his body. He became the fortress. HE could feel the rooms and halls laid out with in his colossal form. All of the motes of life roaming with in his body; even the large presence of Trinseccet feeling no bigger than a finch.

A cascade of images threatened to split his mind. A silent scream arched through him. He felt like he was being crushed by his own weight. There were also numerous motes of pleasure, the kind that would compare well to the feel of orgasm. It left him with a sense of chaos.

{Keeper, I feel your thoughts. You are on your way back to the chamber?} Passion asked.

{Zerret, what has happened? I sense you. You are everywhere and nowhere. Do you need assistance bringing your conciseness back under control?} Lox asked.

A terrifying realization washed over him. He had bonded with the Jinn. He was the fortress which was for lack of a better term the "bottle" it was imprisoned in. The truth was laid out in his mind. Trinseccet had befriended the female Jinn. She had lied to the dragon and tricked her into a pact. Trinseccet was enslaved to the Jinn through the collar.

The Jinn stole the memories then split in two anyone who found out about her or as a way to keep Trinseccet from abandoning her. Lunixri had used so much of her magic sculpting her prison into the fortress it twisted her mind, thus enslaving Trinseccet.

Now he was in the prison. He had taken her place and become the Jinn. It was killing him. All of the changes Lunixri had made were trying to return to their original shape. This would twist and change whatever was attached to it as well. At the moment, that would be him. Not being a true Jinn, this could most assuredly rend him to pieces. He raced through memories for anything that could save him, with little success.

{Zerret, what if there were more of you?} Passion asked.

{What are you thinking, Passion? More of him?} Lox asked before he had a chance to hear the first question.

{If I were to bond with you, with Lox's help, the three of us could hold the fortress together. We would be able to get everyone else out of the fortress.}

{We would save everyone else but it might still kill us...} Lox admitted.

{We have to try. Meet me in the treasury,} Zerret sent then shifted himself back into his real body.

Once the shift had completed itself, he morphed himself into his normal bipedal form. He turned to look the dragon in the face, meeting her eye to eye.

"Uncle, change of plan. Take me as close to the treasury as possible. You are going to have to take the petrified other halves of Norri and Nye out of the fortress. I have taken Lunixri's place in the Genie's Curse. The fortress has maybe two hours at the most. Passion and Lox are going to meet me there and we are going to bond, in an attempt to get you and the rest more time to get out," Zerret blurted.

Trinseccet felt like she was going to cry, as if a dragon could shed tears. She didn't understand how, but she believed her nephew. If this is what he said was happening and that this is what needed to be done she was not going to disagree. Turning down a corridor, she headed straight for the vault with Zerret in hand.

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The women in the chamber had heard the conversation. They started gathering things up. Lox watched for a moment, then realized what they were doing.

{Stop. Everyone just stop. There is no point in gathering anything. None of it is real,} Lox sent. {And even if it were, it would only slow us down.}

"Lox, let them do what makes them feel better," Passion said. "You and I have to figure out how to get out of this room and to the treasury."

The only woman in the room not to jump was Norrinshrin. And that was due to the fact she was looking the other way. The doors peeled back like an opening flower blossom and the wall beyond melted as if were made of wet sand. Vale dropped everything in her arms.

"Passion, I think you have an answer," Vale said flatly.

"Alright, let's get moving," Passion said looking at Lox. "The rest of you get out of the fortress. Dyneehlu, you were the last one to get in. Show them where. It should be the fastest way out and the first one to reopen."

"You're seriously going to hold the fortress together and let everyone escape?" Sly asked. "You better come back to me. I would die without you."

{We will find some way of saving ourselves. We won't be able to if there are other people in the fortress, though. So the faster we get everyone out, the sooner we get to living and loving each other. I want a real taste of all of you. I am not about to die without getting that kinda hot lovin'} Lox announced.

Standing in the treasury, Zerret was able to focus more easily. It had not been overly difficult to open his chamber for the ladies. Shifting hallways to herd the rest of the fortress' populace to exits had been equally uncomplicated. He was able to let parts of the fortress shift and collapse, not holding everything eased the burden on him greatly. As the number of living decreased in the fortress, the pain lessened as well. It was working.

"Trinseccet, Uncle, if we don't survive you will still look after everyone, won't you?" Zerret asked.

"You know that I will. What are you really asking, Nephew?" she asked in return.

"If things go badly, take Passion and Lox to safety. Don't risk yourself trying to save everyone. It is the only reason you got trapped here in the first place," he said "Sometimes there are people you just can't save. You aren't very selfish for a dragon."

"And what an amazing creature are you. Survive this, Zerret. I don't want you dying before I get a chance to thank you," Trinseccet said.

{Everyone needs to put the thoughts of dying out of their heads,} Lox broadcast to all as she and Passion came into the chamber. {Otherwise, we'll dwell on it and doom ourselves to failure.}

Trinseccet reared back. Passion crossed the room and folded herself into Zerret's arms. {Together, whatever happens.}

"How should we proceed?" Zerret asked.

{First, there is a matter of the others. Trinseccet, you are going to have to carry the statues of Nistine and Norrinshrin from the keep. If they remain, neither of them will ever be whole again. Once you are safely away, the three of us can begin,} Lox sent, feeling she had a course of action already in mind.

Zerret crossed the room, shifting his finger to the shape of a key. It took a moment to get a feel for the inside of the lock but it opened. The door and frame started to crumble. Time was not really on their side it would seem. Backing away quickly he turned on a heel and stepped to the center of the room. As he kneeled, the lock was closed to the ring and he began to swoon. Passion caught him and brought him back to his senses.

{Take them and go, you surly slut dragon bitch,} Lox sent to Trin in a mirthful cloud of mock anger.

"Be safe, you beautiful little bipeds," she retorted.

Grabbing the statues, she waddled like a drunken duck from the chamber. Zerret locked eyes with Lox. He felt what she meant to do. Her eyes softened. He knew she was right. There would be no other way. Passion's keen sense of timing asked:

"So what is the plan?"

{Hot sweaty sex! As much as your stud of a Keeper can give us, of course,} Lox sent with a barrage of illicit images of his tentacles stuffing them in every hole.

"If we end up dying we wouldn't even notice, right?" Zerret quipped.

Passion shuddered. He lashed out tentacles to wrap both of them and bring them in close. He hugged Passion to his body affectionately. The embrace with Lox was all about the sex. He was quick to morph a pair of phalluses. Both he buried into the female Illithid hilt deep. Her mind blurred and swirled in delight.

Passion he took less aggressively. Gently sliding into her depths, conveying his love for her physically. When her body relaxed to him, the second slid carefully into her ass. Both women gushed waves of pleasure. He, too, felt a building in him. One he had felt from others yet not tasted in his own senses.

He pulsed vibrations into their clutching depths, sending them further into the clouds of sexual pleasure. His own pleasure increased with each trickle of the feminine nectars. The world began to fall away to the feeling of these women and the waves of pleasure from their countless orgasms.

It rolled through his body in thunderous convulsions. He orgasmed!! Passion, Lox, even the ground beneath him were eclipsed in the pulsing waves. Thoughts of anything stopped, and the blinding blur of pleasure took every piece of him. Blackness and silence followed. A voice whispered lovingly from the warm darkness, {You are of each other now. Take care, my lovely stepchildren.}

Trinseccet scuttled along, very afraid. She had her charges held to her gently. The Fortress was crumbling around her as she passed. Familiar rooms imploded and halls twisted. She closed her eyes to what she saw, and held hope that somehow everyone one would survive.

The floor buckled and lurched, sending her toppling to the floor. She wrapped her wings around herself. But even she doubted a dragon could survive countless tons of fortress crushing her. Nothing came. She peeked from the folds of her wings and saw open sky. Looking down, neither of the statues had been damaged. She sighed.

Rolling to her feet, she looked back to where the fortress should have stood. There was only a gaping barren crater. Nothing remained. There was no sign of Zerret, Passion, or Lox. Nothing . Scanning the horizon, the women of her harem called to her. A second group yelled for her further off to the right of them. The would be harem of her nephew.

She put to wing, lifting her silver draconian elegance into the sky. She circled the crater once. Taking count of all the people her three most selfless friends had saved. She settled to the ground an equal distance between the two groups of women. Setting the statues in a respectful position and waited for the all of the women to come to her for answers. She feared many would not like them. She found them unpalatable herself.

The ground began to vibrate, then rumble. Looking out into the crater, fissures opened letting beams of pearlescent light gleam up towards the heavens. At an incomprehensible speed, tentacles and tendrils burst from the fissures and molded themselves into the infrastructure of a grand citadel. In the span of nine heartbeats they grew into an edifice of draconian proportions.

She blinked in disbelief. The many women of her keep stood with her in the shadow of the grand citadel which was now before them. None could find words to voice about what they had just witnessed. A figure appeared on one of the many balconies.

"Uncle! Are you just going to stand there with your jaw on the ground or are you going to come in out of the cold?" Zerret called. "The sun isn't going to wait for you." He gestured towards the horizon and the mid afternoon sun hanging just over the western range mountains.