The smell of chicory and smoking meat roused Iusta from her slumber. Running a hand through her unkempt hair, she sat up in the dilapidated cot and searched out the source of the scent. In the center of the cavern burned a small fire, the flames smothered beneath a simple pot. Iusta’s eyes were still untuned to the dim light in the cave, but she could make out Cevraya standing over the pot, adding pieces of some form of meat to the aromatic stew.

	She cast off her lingering grogginess with a long yawn, alerting Cevraya to her presence. “Goood morning. Well, I think it’s actually midday. I hope you’re hungry,” The elf stirred her concoction around slowly, bringing the spoon out to test its readiness. “because I wouldn’t want this if I were full.” Cevraya laughed, and Iusta offered a wary smile in return, certain that she’d turn away Golgari cuisine in any other circumstance. 
She took a taste of the bowl offered to her, and coughed roughly as it passed her lips. It was thick, churning with pieces of unrecognizable vegetables and tender meats. Steeling herself, Iusta downed the bowl in a few noisy gulps. “Looks like you were certainly hungry!” Cevraya chided, halfway through her own. After the women had their fill, Iusta lay back into her cot, watching the shaman gathering up their meal. It had been three days since she first met Cevraya - when she had been saved by her. She had taken her in, cared for her in a manner Iusta had always thought uncharacteristic of the Golgari. She felt safe there in that cavern, in spite of its dark corners and damp floors. She felt safe so long as Cevraya was around.

	A hot pain in her hip reminded her of her situation, and Cevraya noticed her obvious discofort. The elf sat up alongside her, putting a cool hand to the wound. Iusta gave a quiet yelp, her body tensing at the chilled touch. “Sorry, you’re very tense. Even for an Azorius.” Cevraya chuckled and withdrew her hand, moving it up to join the other on Iusta’s shoulders. “Wh-what are you-” Iusta’s words fell short as the elf rubbed along her shoulders, gently kneading along the curve of her neck. “You’ll get better a lot faster if you just relax a bit.”
	
	Resigned to Cevraya’s ministrations, Iusta laid back and tried to forget her pain, focusing on the elf’s touch. Perhaps, thought Iusta as the hands rounded her nape, focusing a bit too much. She hadn’t felt another person’s caress in years, and the intimate touch worked away a lifetime of law and professionalism. It filled her with an odd warmth in the cold tunnel, evoking thoughts and emotions that she was almost certain were against Azorius conduct. What was she thinking? She barely knew this woman, and yet she felt the foreign rise of arousal and the tender movement of her savior’s hands. Her skin grew flushed and she hoped it was undetectable in the dark light around them.

	Cevraya, apparently dissatisfied with her work, raised Iusta to lean against her, allowing her greater access to the soldier’s shoulders. Her light hands set to work opening Iusta’s thick tunic, undoing the ties down her spine. “Is t-that necessary?” Cevraya made no response, and Iusta made no move to stop her. The last strap came untied, letting the material sag down from her waist. “Now we can do this properly, just lean back and let all the pain out…” Pain was far from Iusta’s mind by then, now concerned with trying to conceal her growing lust. The effort was spent in vain, as she felt a familiar stirring in her groin. A sudden terror crossed her mind – Cevraya would see it! Even in the poor visibility of the lantern’s glow, the physical proof of Iusta’s arousal was quickly growing. The massage stopped abruptly as the elf’s hands retreated. Iusta couldn’t see it, but she practically felt the woman’s shock. “By Svogthir's rotten ass, what is that?!”

A seven-inch phallus rose out of her tunic, standing stiffer than an Orzhov spire and thicker than a Gruul’s skull.

“You… you have a penis.”
Iusta nodded meekly, her cheeks red from embarrassment.
“So you’re a man, then?”
 "N-no, I am a woman!  I simply—have this extra—" she searched for a word, "—appendage." A hint of shame crept through the Azorius’s voice, her head still turned from Cevraya. When she finally faced the shaman, what she assumed would be an expression of disgust was a lascivious grin, and a hint of curiosity.

	“I need a better look at this thing. It’s not every day you…" Cevraya trails off, looking oddly pensive for her current situation. "How on earth did you get this?  The last time I heard of something like this, it was a grafting accident, but I wouldn't think that would happen to an Azorius."  The Azorius turns her head away again, a bit of shame still on her voice. “I was just born with it, I guess." Cevraya shifted from behind her, allowing the woman to fall to her back. Kneeling in front of her, Cevraya brought her hand down to part the tunic and roll the blanket off of her legs. Her fingers flicked the shaft lightly, causing the blonde to squirm above her. “Well, it’s definitely real." "Wh-what are yo-aah!~" Iusta's response was cut off with a sudden moan as Cevraya’s hand closed around her dick, beginning a slow piston up and down its length. "Seems I've found a better way to release all that nasty stress inside you."
	
	The Golgari quickened her pace on the helpless woman, looking up with a knowing grin. Her left hand moved down, gently fondling and teasing her balls. “"I must say, that's certainly prodigious. The ladies must be crawling over you back at Prahv.” “Not… not really, hah,” Iusta’s response came in between staccato gasps “I’ve n-never, ohh, been with… another.” “What? A stunning young woman like you, with such... special charms, a virgin?" The soldier made no retort, her mind swimming with the flood of new sensation. She'd masturbated before, but it felt so different when it was someone else! The feeling of Cevraya's hand slackened, and Iusta looked down quizzically. The elf gave a sly wink before descending, delivering a kiss to the head of her dick. "Don't worry dear, we're going to get it all out." 

	 Iusta quivered and let a low moan escape her lips, leaning back and trying to process the experience as Cevraya flicked her tongue across and around her length. Her moan turned to a sharp cry of pleasure as the brunette took the first inch past her lips, slowly working it down into her mouth. The warmth inside her was incredible, and Iusta struggled to prevent herself from orgasming right then. Undaunted, Cevraya continued her sucking, bobbing up and down until her lips met Iusta's groin. The Azorius fell into a series of pants as Cevraya's pace quickened, pleasure surging up her shaft and into her head. 

	Through the sensation, Iusta felt a pressure building at the base of her shaft. Her moans rose faster in her ears as the heat inside her built towards a tipping point. Unable to contain herself, she tilted her head back in a long wail of release. Her toes curled in delight as she came, filling Cevraya's mouth with thick streams of semen and dribbling out between her clenched lips. The Golgari pulled off of Iusta with a wet pop, swallowing with a satisfied grin. "That seems to have worked a hell of a lot better than a massage."

	Panting, Iusta fell back next to Cevraya, feeling her prick return to its flaccid state between them. Their arms interlocked across Iusta’s sweat-shined chest, and she quickly fell asleep in the embrace.

She was terribly glad that Cevraya found her.