Lucy Silvet
Chapter 2: Adelaide
In near-blind darkness, three red dots began to glow in their triangle formation. A breeze could be heard without wind to accompany it and the sound grew stronger every second. The red wavered from glowing like bubbling lava to the dimness of a newborn fire and the ambience grew as the winds picked up in noise. In this disturbed darkness, below the red lights, a pair of eyes opened, the irises flashing rapidly through every color before settling on a dull green. The woman rose up in bed and stretched her arms out, groaning pleasurably as everything fit back into place. With a swipe of her hand, the lights and sound vanished from her forehead. She adjusted the straps on her cascade top and pulled up her sweat pants. Her breasts danced excitedly despite the delicate steps she took to the dresser where she swiped an arranged pile of clips and bows. She retrieved her hair from around her shouldered and bundled the ebony flow into a bun, leaving thin strands to hang across her paler skin. 
“Finally up are we?” 
Adelaide looked down at today’s abomination.
“Whatever are you supposed to be, Azodald? A candy shaped pillow?”
“Pillow creature, apparently. Ah, but don’t forget the icing on the cake.” The cylinder décor turned to reveal a candle stick coming out the rear, dragging across the floor. Adelaide rolled her eyes and scooped him up, an occurrence common enough for him not to fight it. Azodald would grimace if his current state allowed it. This morning the witch didn’t hold him as close to her chest as usual. 
“Did Lucy leave for school?”
“Hours ago.”
“I see.”
Azodald felt the weight of her breasts press softly against his side as she journeyed down the stairs. In the kitchen she leaned down and placed everything atop the table onto a chair. The pillow creature was set down like a kitten before Adelaide busied herself at the cabinets.

“So what’s the plan today, great witch?”
“I have to go see Sharokka to fill an obligation.” Adelaide found more trouble than she bargained searching through the bags and cans. “Where’s the hamburger helper?”
Azodald stretched and went into a curl. 
“How am I supposed to know? I can’t see that far.”
A red box was pulled through the halls of plastic bags and placed onto the counter. “There. I promised Lucy I would find this for her tonight. She seems to be acting gloomy as of late. Hopefully she can make it properly so it doesn’t taste too bothersome for her again.”

Adelaide snatched up a pen and notepad from a lower cabinet before pulling back the seat to table. Her eyes weighed down on the creature with a silent authority. Azodald opened one weary button eye of his before blinking hard and standing up. He posed, ensuring to show off his form to the fullest. His candlesticks were jointed despite all reason and his tail, though it needed some convincing, could wag like a tail. He hesitated to call label this form a ‘pillow dog’ but the odds were against him and he awaited to hear the official announcement from Adelaide, who sketched furiously in her notepad. “It seems you’ll be a pillow dog today.” She said and Azodald sighed. Lacking a mouth did nothing to stop the noise. As he lowered, Adelaide slid her hand across his stomach until she felt a slight bulge. She began to softly learn its shape and massaged it until it grew larger. Azodald held back his breath, it was over before he could fully melt into her touch. 

“Again, this curse seems to focus on the oddest things.” She said. “The logic of your current form is dog so the material adjusted to it, which is why your legs bend and your tail’s entire structure has been changed. However, the main body is the oddest part. You can breathe and talk without possessing any kind of mouth and your weight doesn’t suggest anything new has been created to compensate for it.”

Breathe. That was the kinder way of putting his moans but Azodald admired her for the courtesy. Her bold examinations always set jolts of unexpected excitement through him but he always found the woman genuine and caring, a silent nurse. It was enough to deter him from asking her to finish what she started between his awkward legs.

“Your lacking a mouth is another curiosity. If this is the logic of a dog then why did it give you the bare minimum in form? Perhaps the curse is designed to use a limited amount of energy, only what you need. Based on that the only theory I can form right now is that your spirit is resonating through the stuffing of the pillow and that is where most of your functions come from. Of course, cotton is limited in the magical weight it can hold so not much of your spirit can get through, nor much of your original body. I’ll need to perform Cloudskin Vision on you to investigate further, especially with your cute little candle legs. I believe there might be bone contained in them.”

“Go nuts.” He laid back down as Adelaide walked over to the back of the kitchen, searching the roof. She stopped on a tile, one indistinct from the others, as she stretched out her hand and guided a long chest downward, one that grew out of the roof. Azodald had seen the spell several times but the mechanics of it were lost on him.  “Wait, so you think the curse is warping my original body to fit whatever shape I go into? Like, these are human bones inside the candles?”  

“Yes. It certainly saves on cost but the overall effect of making the body the material for the spell can be potentially gruesome in nature.” Polymorphing typically worked as shifting one’s soul through the kingdoms of beasts, anchoring the soul to it to maintain input control, and eventually shifting back to the caster’s original kingdom. For the Council to imprison him in such a particular way seemed excessive, bordering onto potentially cruel-if Adelaide could find lasting effects on his original form. She started to open the chest, searching through it with zeal as speculation oiled the gears of her mind. The potential cruelty could be immense, she thought, completely morbid. The idea sent her into a pause. Adelaide returned to the table and leaned down at Azodald. 

“Azodald? Have I been going too far touching you like that during these examinations?”
“I’m a grown man even if my pillow body and waxy stilts say otherwise. I can handle a casual touching, doctor.”
“You sound upset.” She softly whispered.

He glanced towards her direction and found his eyes caught in the pull of her striking dim greens. A hundred sentences grinded against each other in his mind as they formed. Confessions, proposals, emotional retorts and defenses, the setting of schemes, misery and boldness. At the end of it there was memory. She had been kind to him.
“I’m okay. I don’t mind it. To be honest, it’s nice to have someone remember that part of me. Going from snail to sock snake to living fire to pillow dog tends to make people forget you’re a person.”
“Indeed. Perhaps as a reward…I’ll take you with me today to see Sharokka.”

Without a heart it is difficult to perceive excitement but those words sounded throughout his insides. He never knew what he did with that harpy but he could feel the implications from the craft of her words and voice. She knew how to relay a message. 

“Sounds fun. Better leave a note for Lucy though, your visits with her tend to run into the night, must be a real show.”
“It’s not what you think but you may enjoy it regardless.  Now let me work up the Cloudskin.”
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“Alright, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt such humiliation.” Azodald grunted. “I want to say this gives me getting punch in the groin by a female orc in front of my crush at the age of 14 a run for its money.”
“A funny way to bring that subject up. You’ll have to tell the details later but for now don’t fret. No one will know who you are. As far as the Other Realm is concerned, you’re a dormant court case waiting to be complete. The details of your curse are as known across the land as the insides of Lucy’s taste in movies.” She reaffirmed her grip on the pet cage as she crossed the narrow stone path to Aema Mountain. The path was narrow, barely fitting her and the cage, but it was the only way the stubborn harpies would allow visitors. Ropes, although assuredly secure in their foundation by the harpies, swayed wildly in the breeze and Adelaide preferred to hold onto the metal poles when she could. The powerful winds were enough to make her stop and ensure her balance. 

“Certainly glad I decided to wear my Knithle Robe.” The outfit was a spiral of fine blue cloth wrapped around her body from the start of her ankles to the hood, made with sleeves that gave free movement despite the appearance of a choking spiral. She tightened her satchel strap one last time. Another wind batted against her and she felt fortunate to find a pole. The pause gave her time to look down the sides of the path and remember the religious tale of its creation Sharokka told her one warm evening as one of the candles in the room managed to live on beyond its duty. It was then that Sharokka told her they should stay awake as long as the candle did. 
Adelaide learned the original form of Aema that day, how the mountains were surrounded by a large wall that shielded its entirety from the world, leaving only the open top for the harpies to return home through. However, the darkness of the wall created turmoil. Those who flew outside for food and to examine the world beyond began to feel misery with the long lasting darkness while those who stayed were corrupted by it with weakened vision, frail wings, and a resentment of the sun. Eventually, at the lowest levels of the mountain, where the sea still came through the holes, some harpies mutated to navigate the sea instead, their bodies becoming slimmer, scaly, and their arms heavy with amphibious makings. 

Before the harpies lost themselves to their own once celebrated isolation, it is said their god, the Garumer Harpy, unfurled the wall and snapped it off. She constructed a bridge from it and placed it into the ocean, connecting the Aema to the land and ending the feather scatter of her own people. Looking down at the sea far, far below she believed it. These harpies lived where the world of the Other Realm began to fall off and a mountain’s height was the undeniable measure from there to the water below. 

The wind calmed and Adelaide continued her walk, busying her mind with estimates on the length of the path which extended to the diameter of Aema, until she reached the entrance. The harpy soldiers dressed in armors of blue reflect while their superiors dressed in gold shine, the names given by the locals for the metal found only there. Among the soldiers the cruelty of a harpy’s visage was bared like wolf’s snarl. Their gray blue skin, smoother and cleaner compared to other races, wrinkled into nasty and numerous folds as their expressions tightened. An occasional quality among them was their full set of fangs, often in the mouths of the gold shine guards. 
Adelaide’s eyes ran down from their arms, which quickly became long wings, feathers reaching a foot in length. Normally beautiful except by the warriors, who kept the bloodstains, gnashed and cracked textures on their hands which were several feet away from the start of the arm. They remained in an aggressive position, talons spread and ready with no blades needed to hang by their feathery hips. 

“Welcome to Aema, Adelaide.” The tallest gold shine guard said, a voice that poorly disguised the disdain in her voice. 
“Captain Urgil. Just here to see Sharokka for my monthly visit.” Despite the regular intervals and messages beforehand, Urgil never ceased physically blocking the path with her seven foot form and wide wing span acting as a wall, creating a room just for her and Adelaide to talk. 
“Of course.” She didn’t budge from her position. Adelaide could sense the claws at the edge of the wings moving. “And what’s in the package.”
“My familiar, Pettlekelk. A household baby.”
“If I may?”
“Absolutely.”
Azodald had schemed to play a prank, to act lifeless and feign himself to be a regular pillow to either make Adelaide seem insane or cause a slight inconvenience. His plan became impossible as he heard the voice of the captain, which had bordered onto growling. Watching the front of the cage did nothing to prepare him for the golden eyes that set themselves down on him like a malevolent pair of suns.  Captain Urgil’s eyes scanned him completely and then mocked him. 

“An abominable thing. He has candlesticks for limbs, could be attached to a bomb inside his body. We’ll need to examine him.”
“So be it but remember, he is a living creature. Do not violate him.”
Captain Urgil snatched the cage from the witch’s hand and handed it to a group of harpies in simple uniforms. She then leaned down and pushed Adelaide closer to her, claws on the witch’s neck and her knife mouth to her ear. The world vanished again under the room of wings.

“If you do anything against our laws I’m going to personally violate you myself and I’ve waited a long time to do so since we figured out what you were. Every fang will be in your meat as I do and I won’t be close to satisfaction until I’ve heard you scream with my claw at the wall of your womb.”
“Elegant, as always.” Adelaide said with a smirk. “I’m reformed. I’m here to treat one of the people I’ve hurt, how little I’ve hurt her that is.”

“Don’t sass me, witch.” The talking grew into gurgled growling.
“I’m not, Captain. Please. I have utmost respect for your people. I just cannot afford to keep my new familiar back at home with no one to watch him. He is still getting used to his unusual existence.”
“We found nothing, Captain. The creature is clean.”

The sky returned as Urgil left Adelaide. She stood to the side and stretched out her arm.
“You’re free to enter, Adelaide, former bitch of the Lijic Appeal.”

“Thank you, Captain. I’ll be out of your hair by the end of the night.” Adelaide began to walk past the towering harpy when she decided to end this on her terms. “Or do you want me to leave?”
“I wish you would stay. I really wish I could keep you here where only I can see you.”
“Unfortunately for you, your Queen needs my help just keep herself sane, a problem she willingly risked the entirety of your people to embrace. Next time you threaten me like the way you shamefully did away from your guards, I’ll see your position compromised for some form of horrid treason. The gold on you might shine but you still act like a bird in the shadows.”

Adelaide walked to the table and opened the cage. Azodald hopped in immediately. Captain Urgil was the only one to address the witch with anything beyond neutrality but the others furrowed their brows in frustration as they felt their captain tremble with anger. Adelaide didn’t come in with a bomb but she certainly left one.
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Adelaide walked down the path of the spiral road of Aema, putting her satisfaction aside for later as she prepared to meet Sharokka. 
“They never let you forget that, huh?” Azodald said.
“The Captain at least. The Other Realm as a whole is progressing and realizing what I wanted to accomplish was not the grievous sin that deserved the attention of the Whitnor Army or the title Bone Mother. Most are willing to forgive and forget, especially after seeing the unholy queen of vitality violation in person. Captain Urgil, however, was there to witness much of it personally.”
“Sounds like she likes you.”
“I think so too, in her own sadistic way. I might be the ultimate hate prize for her and I know the moment she gets the chance, she’ll strip me naked and maul me with all the pent up rage she’s held inside her.”
“Sexy.”
“No. If there’s one person who terrifies me down to my very being, it’s that woman. My powers are far weaker than what they once were, the Council saw to that. The harpies are evolving in their defenses and none have more motivation than her to lead that evolution. I’m scared every time I see her.”

The two kept silent as they began to pass by several hall entrances, tunnels covered in stone and lined with torches. Holes were created from throughout the height of Aema to ensure sunlight was funneled to all locations. Reflective glass was built into several walls and objects to maintain brightness wherever possible and Adelaide turned the cage so Azodald could see inside; to the markets and fountains and resident tunnels. Harpies explored the market, as if their interests were renewed whenever they awoke. He could see a customer and merchant screeching into the other’s face and then kissing each other on the cheek the next second after a transaction. 
“So…you…these harpies? The queen? What did you do to get tied in with this place?” 

“It was back when the Whitnor began arresting and killing members of the Lijic Appeal, even people suspected of membership while association with it guaranteed you torture. I needed power to defend us, vengeance wasn’t even part of the plan despite what the papers said. So I came here to talk to the Queen.”
“I know you must have desperate but I imagine harpies of all creatures would despise you.”
“They’re becoming more progressive, and most of that I believed can be given to the Queen. She wanted to introduce magic to her people and I was honest with what we were doing. Sharokka found no fault in our purpose and we started talking more and more about it. Harpies are stubborn though, it’s in their biology. Short attention spans or an unrelenting loyalty to their ideas, I’m not certain but she would always tell me she was afraid of what we discussed. She understood it but she feared it and she hated how she feared it. I proposed a solution to her.”
“Is this what you poisoning royalty was all about?”
Adelaide stopped, staring blankly ahead. 

“Yes, yes, it was. I told her a way for her to go beyond her fears was for me to use magic herself but the flow of the ether is weaker in harpies. I had to use a potion. That’s when the Whitnor killed 23 of my people. The fact that I fought back and violently tore their entire 9th legion apart only fueled their campaign. In desperation I created an imperfect love potion instead to make Sharokka obsessed with me. I could have her command her people to defend me and the Lijic. It was the worst thing I had ever done to someone.”
“You tore people apart. I remember reading about that. Disintegration, using the water in their bodies to drown them where they stood, cracking the earth apart to pour out lava and you feel bad for making one harpy fall in love with you?”

“Those people were murderers and, like I said, the potion was imperfect. It made her need me as much as she needed food or air. Without me for long periods of time, she grew insane and savage. I couldn’t use her like that so I slowly created antidotes to weaken the effect but some of them have only caused more problems along the way. She’s not as right in the head as she used to be but it’s waning and when it does  I need to apologize properly to her. Oh! Look.”

Azodald slid as the cage was lifted and turned to the west. He could see countless tiny islands scattered across a sparkling ocean, buildings and gardens sprinkled in every direction. He never took the harpies as much of a force but with Aema and this sight, a sight that stretched for miles, he understood the numbers were far in their favor. The smile in Adelaide’s voice was audible. 

“They say that when the Garumer Harpy tore apart the wall that she crushed the remains into islands to give harpies the room they need. You see some of their nest homes down their right? Some of them huddle up together during the colder nights, Sea Harpy and Harpy sometimes.”
She continued to explain the stories of the harpies as they journeyed down the spiral, mentioning whatever was relevant to the sights or location. At the bottom Azodald felt confirmation in the Garumer Harpy as he saw what resemble a ring that went surely stretched around the entire mountain, its top uneven and smooth as if something was broken off. He also noticed the lack of bridges for the islands or even stairs down to them. 
“Levitating?”
“No. Hopping.”
“Oh boy.”
“Don’t fret. My spell makes me as light as a feather, you won’t a single thing except a gentle landing.”
Azodald figured he should have more faith in the magic of the former ‘bitch’ of the Lijic Appeal. Blue sparks leapt from her boots as she began to hop from one island to another in single bounds. Harpies ceased their playing to greet her and some flew with her, asking her how she had been and what the thing was in her cage. Azodald wondered if they knew what Captain Urgil did. Adelaide’s final descent was slower than the rest and Azodald found himself starting to float in the cage.

“We’re here. Goodbye everybody!”
“Bye Lady Adelaide!”
Azodald headed for the front of the cage to see the large tent of the queen. From what Adelaide told him as they traveled down the mountain, these meetings were held in secret, away from the mountain palace. None of those harpies knew Adelaide’s business there but welcomed here regardless. 
The witch leaned over and stepped in, the smell of incense flowing into the cage. Azodald could see candles and pillows laid about, turning the natural dark into a sensual warmth. Carpets with fine designs across their huge fronts decorated the floor and hung from the tent’s foundation. The queen’s secret abode was half the size of a house.

“Sharokka?”
“Oh! Adelaide! My Adelaide!” A harpy, with skin blue like ocean water and hair reaching her buttocks like a silver curtain, stood up and ran to her, wrapping her glittering wings around in a tight embrace. Sharokka slid her face down to Adelaide’s collar bone, muttering her name as she did. “Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide.”
“Sharokka. It’s been a while.”
“It’s always a while. Too long. Once a month is too little for me! If I’m greedy for wanting the entire ocean than I am greedy.”

“I hope you can forgive me, Sharokka. I’m so sorry for making you wait like this.” 
“Adelaide, I’m going to cry if you make me wait any longer next time. You will make the queen cry, Adelaide.”
“I know, I know.” Adelaide placed the cage down on the carpeted floor and opened her satchel. “I brought the potion with me, to help you feel better.” 

“You always want me to drink your potions but you never tell me what they do.”
“They’re what make you feel better for when I’m not around. I may be gone for a long time but that doesn’t mean I want you to suffer because of it. This will dim the feelings for a while.” She held it like a store display as Sharokka walked away, pacing back and forth. Azodald remained silent, uncertain of the situation anymore, wondering what he could do if he were left here somehow or if Adelaide needed help.

“I…I am tempted to smash that bottle against the ground, Adelaide! Dim the feelings? Why…why, I just don’t understand! I love you! Isn’t that wonderful? Isn’t that a wonderful thing? I want to be with you. Why would you ever want to change that?”
“I’m sorry, Sharokka. I’m just doing this to relieve you.” Her apologies went further than the situation at hand. “I can’t be here as much as you want.”
“You can be here for far more than one night a month. You, you need to be mine, Adelaide. That’s what will tame me, if only a little. For you to stay here, for a week, please! At least give me that!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Adelaide…” The queen’s voice grew thin and quiet as she wrapped her wings weakly around the witch and slid down to her knees, whimpering and gripping onto the robe. The frustration warmed her head enough for Adelaide to feel the heat across her legs. “Please.”

“Sharokka. You don’t need to drink the potion if you don’t want to.” Sharokka lifted her head up, her watery blue eyes looking straight into Adelaide’s, her long gray fangs appearing and disappearing as her smile grew and shrank with her excited breathing.
“You’re staying then?”
“Until we fall asleep together and with that I add a promise.” Adelaide knelt down to meet the gaze of the queen. She brushed her hair through the harpy’s hair, feeling every strand along her skin. “I’ll come back more frequently. Not twice a month, not thrice a month. A week’s worth.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much, Adelaide. I know you’ll love it. We can be at the palace and I can express myself fully and shower you with the luxuries you deserve. More jewels than I’ve given you before, the best meals, and security. I can finally show you how much I love you, how much should stay here.”
Adelaide pulled her lips into a smile. “It sounds wonderful, Sharokka. As for the potion, I’ll drink it so I can relieve myself of the pain I’ve caused you.”

“You don’t need to. I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my entire long flight.”
“It’ll distract me not to. I want to enjoy myself fully with you tonight.”
Sharokka wiped her eyes and nodded. She rose as Adelaide began to drink and settled herself near an arrangement of extravagant pillows. Azodald felt himself a voyeur here and wasn’t certain if he should watch a queen act like this, knowing everything he did. Adelaide removed her robes, revealing a thin, white gown that reached to her ankles. She continued to drink the potion and with every gulp, of which there was plenty, Azodald could see her breasts growing slightly larger, fuller. He felt a scheme in the air, an innocent one, but a ruse all the same. Adelaide placed her bag and the empty bottle near the cage and he could see another potion, similar in color, in the bag.

Adelaide walked over to where the queen patted, and she laid back into the pillows as the harpy kneel over her. Azodald watched, knowing what would happen between them and wanting to know what Adelaide planned. 
Sharokka smoothly kissed Adelaide the moment the witch rested her head against the pillows, making sure to turn her head and make those lips her prey with a peck. She pulled back and stared into Adelaide, her eyes watering. 
“Is something wrong?”

“No, no. I’m happy, Adelaide. I’m truly happy, that is all.” Adelaide laughed and wrapped her arms around Sharokka’s neck, returning her downwards and kissing her, turning her head this time as she closed her lips over the queen’s, over and over, shifting about as if they were dancing against each other, their shoulders flowing into a curve. “Adelaide.” The queen muttered. Her wing claws ran slowly through Adelaide’s black hair. Sharokka watched as it happened, feeling the cool bushel melt through her fingers. She noticed the loose strands over the witch’s face and caught it with her mouth, fighting the laughter to keep it in, letting it go only when Adelaide laughed with her. Sharokka sank into Adelaide’s shoulder, shaking with amusement. Her claws stayed in Adelaide’s hair, the grip coming in, and the tip of her nails feeling the skin.

“I’m not hurting you, am I, Adelaide?”
“You can’t hurt me as much as I deserve.”
Sharokka huffed with humor. “You don’t deserve anything like that.” The warm whispers fell on Adelaide’s neck, making her pant out unexpectedly. Sharokka opened her mouth. “Adelaide…can I bite you?”
“Yes. It’s alright.”
“But my fangs.”
“Don’t hesitate with anything you do tonight. Enjoy me being here as much as you can. That’s the greatest thing I can do to apologize.”
“You don’t need to apologize to me, ever.” Sharokka’s breath warmed Adelaide’s neck further and she thought it right to kiss the length of it, sneaking in licks when she could. Adelaide trembled as the queen continued licking and kissing and breathing. When she felt the claws tighten on her head, she closed her eyes and gripped onto Sharokka tightly. The tip of her fangs tapped the skin before slowly piercing it. Sharokka pressed Adelaide close to her so she could feel her twitches, her heartbeat, to feel her fear and pleasure. She thought about pulling back.

“Don’t be afraid. It feels great, Sharokka.”
The fangs slowly sunk in, more and more of each teeth vanishing in the meat of Adelaide’s neck. Adelaide shook against her and Sharokka stopped her bite with her lips, setting the boundary. She began to feel through the witch’s hair more and more, slowly grinding against her, feeling her nipples slide from below Adelaide’s chest to beneath and over them until their nipples met. She moved her fangs in and out, licking the spot and the blood. Her breasts moved wildly against Adelaide’s, faster with each motion. Once Adelaide’s neck was clean, Sharokka rose up and looked down on the witch. 
“Thank you for coming to see me, Adelaide. I missed you dearly.”
“I’m sorry for all this.”
“Hush hush. I thought you wanted to relieve yourself of that pain.”

“You're right.” Adelaide lifted herself up against the pillows. With the queen sitting atop her legs, she grabbed the straps of her gown and pulled them down smoothly. Her collarbone lined her chest perfectly, fully defined and glistening in the candle light. Her breasts, large and full, poured out one by one with each strap. Sharokka dug her claws into her own gown and ripped it off.  She leaned forward to hold Adelaide’s head and kiss her. In this moment she expressed how much she missed Adelaide, repeatedly kissing her, letting her tongue fill the woman’s mouth and dance inside it as her hands gripped every part of Adelaide’s body. From Adelaide’s shapely, bouncing thighs to her slim full waist and soft breasts, the harpy’s claws dug into the skin and felt the fullness of her lover. As she explored, she rubbed her bare, silver coated vagina against Adelaide’s, who wore no undergarments beneath the gown. With every kiss, Sharokka want to mimic it between their legs.
“Adelaide,” she panted out, “Adelaide. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Sharokka. I love you and don’t ever forget it.”
“I won’t. I won’t. I…want more of you. I want to bite so hard into you. I want every part of you all at once.”
“Start here.” Adelaide said as she lifted her breast with one hand. “Don’t be afraid to bite me at all.”

Sharokka slid down and watched the wet breasts move with every motion Adelaide made. Adelaide rubbed Sharokka’s head. “You can drink from me.”
“You’ve had child?”
“No. I changed myself, just for you. I knew…you’d want to do this.”
Sharokka took little time to think about and began to hold Adelaide’s left breasts with both hands, feeling the weight move about in her hands. She licked the glistening breast all over, kissing it and squeezing the nipple as she did, surprised by the weight that filled her hands; in her palms and between her fingers. She then decided it was time. She kissed Adelaide’s nipple and put her mouth over it. Adelaide rubbed her and pulled her closely, wrapping her legs around Sharokka’s. 

“Drink everything. It’ll relieve me the more you do.”
Sharokka felt a cool liquid flow into her mouth. Her face was pressed against the rest of the breast as she closed her eyes and began to drink. She found herself drinking without pause. The coolness never stopped. She slowed down, wanting to enjoy this as much as she can.

“Don’t stop.” Adelaide said. “There’s so much of it and there’s even more in both.”
Sharokka closed her eyes again and massaged the other breast, smiling as she found herself exactly where she wanted be, in the arms of the woman she loved, told to enjoy herself as much as she could with the promise of more visits. The misery she felt during the month melted off in the warmth, under the light of the candles, as she her entire body melded with Adelaide’s. She never questioned the fullness of Adelaide’s chest, how she drank for minutes on end, because she never wanted it to end. 

Sharokka took her mouth off of Adelaide’s right breasts to see those green eyes looking at her, the warmest smile she had seen the night. For once, she felt like the woman she loved was truly at peace. “I love you, Adelaide.”
“I love you too.” The witch’s hand pulled the harpy’s mouth back onto the nipple and she continued sucking until she fell asleep, resting against Adelaide’s plump but now smaller breasts. The witch cleaned off the remainder of the potion coming out of Sharokka’s mouth before kissing her on her head “One day you’re not going to love me like this at all. I’ll have to prepare myself for that.” 

Azodald was long asleep, unable to glimpse a single moment between the two due to an unfortunately placed table.