Liminal Lewdness Ch. 16-20

Author's Note:

Well, uhh, sorry?

I may or may not have completely forgotten to continue updating for a while.

Whatever. You don't want apologies, you want smut and I've got a couple months stocked up at this point that I'm dropping all at once because my dumbass left your text on 'read' and forgot to message back for three months.

Anyway, here's Wonderwall.

Chapter 16: Afternoon

I could only imagine how Bianca was feeling.

After all, I had seduced her, taken her virginity (presumably), and had quickly risen to the point where- at least back on Earth-, I would call us girlfriends. That term was a little bit looser in Tonshlur with the casual nature of sex and intimacy, but there was definitely something between us. A permanent bond was only partially responsible. The rest of it was something much more natural.

Now, the girl that had seduced Bianca was eagerly reciprocating the endless flirting of Talya, who also extended those same advances to Bianca herself. It was a weird triangle of flattery and sexual innuendos, and one of those sides belonged to a girl that probably hadn't spared a single thought about sex until just yesterday.

Even though she wasn't reciprocating the flirts and compliments that Talya and I were shooting towards each other and to her, Bianca was obviously enjoying the attention despite her protests stating otherwise. Her cheeks were a consistent shade of red and her hand tightened around mine like a lifeline every time Talya mentioned how amazing the 'Wolf of Port Lexin' was.

"So how do you end up getting that kind of a nickname?" I asked. Bianca rolled her eyes but averted her gaze. I wasn't expecting her to answer anyway, and Talya picked up the empty space.

"Almost everyone who's gone into the Breach outside the city is a Prime, since they're the only ones capable enough to do it safely. Or, safe-er, rather. We call her the Wolf because Bianca already went through it two times before she joined and one of the rewards she got was a magic wolfskin cloak dropped by the boss."

That raised my eyebrow. "I thought you said that you became a Prime the day you got Blessed."

Her voice was quiet. "I did."

Talya, who was holding my other hand while we walked, gave a wide smile.

"Alas, now you are beginning to see why she has a reputation. A rank-one Breach can be challenging even to a full team of Primes. Bianca did it before being Blessed. No team, no magical items, no Glyphs, no powers, nothing."

My mouth was wide long before Talya had finished speaking. I was staring at Bianca.

"And she did that twice," Talya ended.

Bianca fixed her gaze forward confidently, but I could feel her fingers shaking.

"Aside from the boss, the most dangerous thing in that entire Breach are a handful of oversized birds. Anyone who can't make it through there is untrained at best, especially if they're Blessed."

"Ah, that bravado never ceases to amuse," Talya chuckled. "Only fitting for the true apex predator."

Bianca let out a terse breath. "How much further is the restaurant?"

"Fifteen feet, give or take." Talya let go of my hand and gestured to one of the buildings right beside us. It was brick, much like most of the buildings in Port Lexin, and held a hand-painted sign that was too faded to read. Talya walked right up to the door and went inside. Bianca and I followed.

The interior was simple and quaint. Much smaller than Maggie's, but in a cozy way. There were only two tables, and one of them was occupied. A young girl, maybe six or seven, was sitting in a large metal chair- all the rest were wooden. The table had a few vials of coloured paint on top, but I wasn't quite sure how much would be left in the containers. That was because the table itself was brazenly decorated with colours, all fingerpainted in patterns of flowers, cartoonish animals, clouds, a smiling sun, and even what looked to be a fish playing a trumpet. Based on similar displays of colour across the lower half of the brick walls, she had been at this for a while. When the three of us walked into the restaurant, the girl looked up and her pale blue face broke into a wide smile.

"Tally!"

"Hey Tulip. Whatcha got there?"

The girl ran over. She was a flash of a multicoloured dress that probably used to be yellow, brown hair, and paint that nearly went up to her elbows. Even her face had smudges that resembled a bag of Skittles where she had scratched itches or picked at her nose with coloured fingers. Talya didn't seem to care. She knelt down and took the impact of the young, short girl like a statue. Still, the girl's flat, thin tail was swishing happily- like she was a dog instead of a sea dwarf.

"Daddy got me paint and told me to make the restaurant look pretty!"

"I can see that! It looks so good!"

The girl's smile was so wide and earnest that I couldn't help but replicate it. Looking over, Bianca was doing the same. Talya stood up, holding the girl's hand as she did.

"Girls, this is Matilda, but everyone calls her Tulip. Tulip, this is Samirah and Bianca. They're friends from the guild."

As she turned her attention towards us, Tulip's eyebrow raised. "Guild?"

"Yeah," Talya grinned. "They're Primes, like me. They've got cool powers just like I do, and I'm sure that if you ask really, really nicely they'll show you."

"Really?" Tulip was hopping in place. "What kind of powers do you have? Can you cast spells like Tally?"

"Well," Talya pointed. "Bianca here is a Battlemage. That means she uses a weapon and spells. She's got a big sword that she casts her spells on and cuts up all the bad monsters into little pieces."

"Cool!"

"You wanna know what's even cooler? She's Second Promotion."

"Awesome!"

"I know, right?" Talya moved on and pointed to me while Bianca shuffled awkwardly.

"Samirah's really cool too. In fact, she's so cool that I'll let her talk about it."

Makes sense, I thought. Despite her healing my dislocated finger, we didn't actually talk about me. She still didn't know anything about what my Glyphs are- or Glyph, rather. I should only have one. I smiled.

"I'm nowhere as cool as Bianca, but I've got water magic. I can make big blasts of water, and I can put cool effects on it. I can even make it light up and glow."

"Glyph of Arcana?" Talya raised an eyebrow. I nodded, and turned my eyes back to Tulip who was almost vibrating.

"Can I see? Please? Pretty please?"

"I'm tired, but I think Bianca and I can manage a little something just for you." I rubbed the top of her head, causing the girl to giggle. "Wanna cup your hands for me?"

I knelt down and mimicked what I wanted her to do, holding my hands together to form a bowl shape. She did the same.

"Yeah, that's it. Nice and tight- we don't want it to spill."

When Tulip had her hands in the proper shape, I held my fingers a few inches overtop of hers. There were a few awkward moments of silence before I finally managed to access my soul. A bit of time had passed since the training so only a tiny amount of mana had recovered, but that was okay. I didn't need much.

Tulip flinched when the ring of light appeared. "It's pink!"

"Yeah, I know right?" I smiled. When working with such a small amount of mana, it was easy to manage the spell. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Talya tilt her head.

"Pink? Interesting..."

I ignored her and turned my attention back to the excited little girl. My free hand gently moved to adjust hers. "Nice and tight, remember? Make sure there's no gaps."

Tulip looked incredibly eager. I funnelled a tiny amount of mana into the spell, just enough that the lode was the size of a grape. Then I did the rest of the process. Water effect and a rune I still remembered from earlier. Tulip gasped when the magenta lines started crossing over the empty space. Talya also seemed quite interested.

When I eventually released the spell, Tulip flinched so hard that I was surprised she managed to hold her hands together. Even though I only used a bit of mana, the amount of water released was enough to spill out over the edges of her paint-covered fingers. Glowing pink light illuminated her face and a bit of the floor when it dripped. The liquid in her hands was an odd sight- glowing water mixed with paint made a texture not unlike the time twenty some-odd years ago where I tripped on concrete with a glowstick that broke open on impact. Blood and glowing chemicals, paint and water.

"Woah..." Tulip's eyes were wide. "Pretty..."

"Talya, is that you?" A male voice came from the back of the restaurant, out of view. A second later, the door opened and a man stepped out. He was a sea dwarf, just like Tulip, and so his blue-tinted frame barely reached four feet tall. Aside from his plain clothes and slightly more rotund build, he looked very similar to what was obviously his daughter.

"Nice to see you, Jamedi. How's Irene?"

"Could be worse, but could be a lot better, too."

Talya smiled. "Day by day."

Jamedi's smile was much sadder than Talya's. Still, there was something that looked like hope in his cheeks. "I'm still sorry that you keep having to do this."

"Ah, it is quite literally the least I could do." Talya waved a hand dismissively. "I should be apologizing that I still can't do more to help."

"Nonsense, you've done more than enough. You didn't need to help at all and yet you do. A thousand thanks aren't enough to repay what you've given us."

"Daddy! Look!"

Almost as if purposefully breaking the conversation, Tulip turned around as best she could while holding the water. A little bit spilled onto the floor, but there was still enough left over for her father to see. His eyes widened. "Wow, would you look at that? Was that one of you two?"

I nodded. "Me."

Another round of quick introductions passed, with Talya telling Jamedi who we were and vice versa. After she was done, Talya patted Tulip on the back, accidentally causing the young girl to spill the remaining water that had been slowly leaking from her hand. Instead of getting upset, Tulip turned towards Bianca.

"Can you show me something? Please?"

Bianca seemed unsure. "My... my magic works best on weapons and I dropped off my greatsword at the inn after we left the guild hall."

Talya shrugged, knelt down, then used one arm to pick up and hold Tulip with almost no effort. As the girl wrapped her wet, pink, glowing, paint-covered hands around Talya's shirt that had already been stained bright colours from their earlier hug, Talya stood and grabbed a fork off the counter. She tossed it to Bianca who caught it out of the air easily.

"You could probably kill a minotaur with a pencil. I'm sure you can put magic into a fork."

Bianca looked at the girl held by Talya, towards me, then down at the fork. She blinked.

"Seems like iron, so better affinities towards non-elemental effects..."

Bianca mumbled to herself for a few seconds, then visibly concentrated. Barely a moment passed before a split of green light appeared in the metal just above where her fingers were touching. Almost as quickly, the fork flew from her hand.

Wait, no it didn't. The front prongs extended forwards not because Bianca threw it, but because the fork grew in the blink of an eye. The tip remained the same size- it was the handle that multiplied in length. Now, Bianca was holding onto a fork like a two-foot long, four-pronged dagger and Tulip's eyes were so wide I was surprised they didn't fall right out of her head.

"Wow..."

"Right?" Talya patted Tulip's back. "Bianca's awesome."

"Your friends are so cool!" Tulip looked back towards Talya, then paused. "Oh, I got you dirty." She was looking at the paint and glowing pink smudges on Talya's shirt and neck. Talya smiled.

"No you didn't. You made me better."

Then, of course, Talya dipped her finger in the vial of red paint and drew a smiley face on Tulip's forehead while the girl giggled. She then turned to Jamedi.

"Could we please get three extra-large plates of spaghetti and a platter of fried cheese?"

"For you, darling? Anything."

"Great." She smiled and looked at Bianca and I. "You two take a seat. Tulip and I will be right back." Her gaze turned to the dwarf girl. "Ready to go see Mommy?"

Tulip nodded, then broke into a cross-eyed grin when Talya booped her nose.

The Navon-golm wasn't wrong. Armenalo's Pasta Parlor had some damn good spaghetti. As for the 'fried cheese' that Talya ordered? It was "Ye olde mozzarella sticks".

Talya happily paid for our meals, and the three of them- Talya, Tulip and Jamedi- filled Bianca and I in on the details we were only able to assume while we ate. Irene, Jamedi's wife and Tulip's mother, had suffered a really bad stroke a number of weeks back while Talya was eating here. Talya's healing ensured that it wasn't life-threatening, but the aftereffects of the stroke left Irene with a mixture of partial paralysis and extreme memory loss. There's been no clear sign of progress, but Talya's been coming to the restaurant every day thereafter to dump a few healing spells into Irene anyway in the hopes that it's helping somehow.

Eventually the three of us finished our food and left so that we could do our shopping. Now, I was looking at the mirror in the dressing room, turning back and forth to see how the light blue sundress fit me. Very well, it seemed. It was snug, sleeveless and a little frilly, but pleasantly comfortable. Talya was browsing through a rack of pants but whistled seductively when I pulled aside the curtain and stepped out of the changing room.

"Beautiful. Blue looks good on you."

Bianca, who was behind Talya looking through a different aisle, muttered under her breath. "Everything would look good on her..."

I don't think Bianca realised she spoke out loud until Talya and I both turned to look at her. She blushed.

"I- uh, I meant... it's umm-"

"Aww, is the big bad Wolf jealous of our Tiger?" Talya's tone was full of tease. Bianca sputtered in response.

"N-no!"

I leaned against the doorframe and crossed my arms. Meanwhile, Talya put her hands on either of Bianca's shoulders. Talya still had a few smudges of multicoloured paint on her neck and her shirt was still stained.

"I mean- err... it's just-" Bianca's voice was failing her. Eventually, she sighed.

"You both are standing here all beautiful and I'm just... here."

"Aww, you think we're beautiful?"

The glare that Bianca gave Talya could cut steel. The stone girl released Bianca's shoulders, reached behind her, and pulled an article of clothing off the rack. She handed it to the redhead.

"What is this?"

"That-" Talya smiled, "- is the dress that you are going to take into that changing room. You will put on that dress, then come out and show us just how beautiful you are."

"Absolutely not." Bianca started objecting, but slowly trailed off as I walked closer.

"I am not putting that on, and this is... this is unnecessary. I don't need to- to..."

I stopped right in front of her. Bianca's jaw stopped moving when I lifted the dress from her hands and held it against her chest.

"I think it'll look great on you. It matches your eyes."

"I..."

I stole Bianca's gaze with a smile. "Are you really gonna make me beg?"

She stayed silent, so I begged. How?

I kissed her. Right there in the aisle, in front of Talya, smack on the lips. Gentle and quick before pulling away. "Please?"

Thankfully, that seemed to work. Bianca reluctantly stepped into the changing room, leaving Talya and I alone. I wasn't surprised when she slid right up beside me and brushed my shoulder with her own.

"Looks like getting laid was an easy way for the Wolf to become more amenable."

I raised an eyebrow. "It's that obvious?"

"How could it not be?" Talya smiled. "The solitary Prime is suddenly training with a beautiful girl when she isn't required to do so? Not to mention, she was all but glowing when I fixed your finger, and the way she was looking at you? Your fun in the shower only made fact of what was already certain."

I stayed quiet for a few moments. "Well, maybe try to keep that between the three of us for now. No need to publicize anything."

"Is that what Bianca wants? Privacy?"

"I'm not sure that she knows what she wants. I'll take the blame for that one."

"How could she not know what she wants?"

I raised my arms. "Hell, she might not even be gay! I came onto her so strong and managed to seduce my way into her pants in a couple of hours. With how reserved she was about... everything... I'd be surprised if I didn't knock a few things loose in her head. She's probably too busy trying to sort out the pieces and figure out how she feels about all this, so all she's got in the meantime is 'fight-or-flight' until she puts everything back together."

Of course, I thought, That's also not considering the fact that one of my skills is making her more sexually attracted to me, and another one gave her a permanent buff after we fucked. That'd bend the bolts in anyone's brain, so a reserved virgin like Bianca?

Oof.

The silence lasted several moments before Talya spoke. "You really like her."

My head bobbed up and down. "Yeah. I do. But the most important thing is letting her figure out what she wants. If she realises that she doesn't want her and I to be a thing, then I won't force it. But if Bianca does want to continue with me after she's straightened out her thoughts, I'll happily accept."

Talya rested her hand on the top of the wooden rack. Part of me expected it to snap.

"As fun as it is to flirt back and forth with a pair of beautiful girls like you two, I believe that this situation may require a more direct approach to avoid... unsightly outcomes." She turned her head towards me.

"Given the state of your relationship with Bianca, what is your intent for the relationship with me?"

I had to give her praise for her straightforward question. As for my answer, I decided to go for one just as unequivocal.

"Truthfully? I want you to fuck the shit out of me."

Talya blinked, then smiled. "That's quite earnest, little Tiger."

"You wanted me to be direct."

"Fair enough. What about Bianca?"

I shrugged. "That's up to her. I know what I want, and that's to have all the sweet, sticky, sloppy sex that I possibly can. If Bianca does end up wanting to continue a relationship with me, then she'll have to accept that it'll be an open one."

The stone-girl stared for several seconds. "An open relationship?"

"Yep," I smiled and turned my head back to the clothes rack as I leafed through the many pairs of pants. "I'm fine with keeping it casual or cranking the romance and being all lovey-dovey, but one thing's not gonna change. No matter whether we're 'friends with benefits' or 'girlfriends with benefits', both of us can fuck whoever we want, whenever we want."

"That is quite the plan." Talya scoffed.

My head twisted towards her again with a challenging glare. "What, you don't believe me?"

"What would you do if I said no?" She was grinning wickedly, obviously trying to egg me on. I was already well ahead of her in that regard. I pivoted in place to face her directly, then took a half step forward so that my chest brushed up against hers. Or rather, her chest rested on top of mine because of the height difference.

"If you don't believe me," I began, placing a hand firmly on her shoulder. "Then I'll pull you into the changing room beside Bianca's and show you why you should."

Talya's eyes glimmered as she gave a sultry wink.

"Prove it."

Chapter 17: Changing Room (18+)

In a world where sex was much more casual and free-natured, I don't think there would be any 'private' spaces left on the planet that hadn't seen someone get fucked. I'm pretty sure the unwritten rules all but boiled down to;

"If you're in public, at least make an effort to find somewhere private."

And...

"Clean up your mess."

I wasn't planning on wasting a single drop of what Talya had to offer anyway, which meant the two of us were free to go into the second of three changing rooms and pull the curtain shut behind us. There would be no doubt that anyone walking past would get a quick idea as to what was about to happen in this stall, much less anyone who decided to use an adjacent one.

Bianca was about to get one hell of a show.

The instant that the flimsy piece of cloth considered a 'door' was closing off the outside world, Talya was on me. I can't say that I've ever kissed a chalkboard, but something told me that the feeling and taste might be almost identical to when our lips connected. I didn't mind, of course. It was so delightfully strange and sent all the right neurons firing away in my head. Smooth, textureless, firm lips pressed against mine- but the real oddity of kissing came from the rest of the Navon-golm's mouth.

It was dry, for one.

From her lips to her tonsils, there wasn't a single drop of moisture in the entire cavern. Even her tongue was strange. When it probed into my mouth, it was an odd sensation of stiff, uncannily smooth muscle that also seemed impossibly flexible for the texture it should have had. Despite that, not a single part of the kiss was unpleasant. I may have gotten a vague idea of making out with a slab of sheetrock, but it was sheetrock that grew a pretty face and knew damn well how to kiss.

Talya's hands rested on my hips as she craned her head downwards to connect our faces. That didn't last for long since my own fingers fiddled with the button on her waistband.

"My, you're eager..." Talya mumbled into my lips. I broke the kiss and stared up at her.

"I haven't cum since yesterday. I don't need foreplay, I just need something inside of me."

"Is that why you're still wearing the sundress?" Talya asked with a grin. "Easy access?"

I shrugged. "Call it a happy little accident. Now take off your damned pants and fuck me in this dress I haven't even bought yet."

She got the memo. Talya was all smiles as she lowered the waistband of her trousers and the underwear underneath. It flexed outwards in order to allow for her dick to escape and spring up between us. My, what a dick it was.

Unsurprisingly, it shared the same alabaster, smooth marble texture as the rest of Talya. Aside from a prominent vein running beautifully up the length, it was mostly featureless. Still humanoid, with a bulbous head peeking from a circumcised cock,- wait, what kind of tool would they need to circumcise a person made of stone?- but none of the tiny things that made a dick seem 'real'. No pores in the skin, no hair on her pelvis, nothing. It almost looked like a big white dildo that she was going to use on me like a strapon.

Oh, did I say big?

Allyah had the length factor of an almost foot-long shlong, but she was an elf. They naturally held more length because of female elf biology, and tended to lack in the 'thickness' department. Navon-golm had their own biology. Either that, or Talya's confidence was warranted.

If I had to take a wild guess, the dick sprouting from between her legs was about eight inches. Very nice on its own, but Talya also had no small measure of girth to go with it. When I wrapped my hand around her little Magister, there was a sizeable gap between the tips of my thumb and middle finger.

It was cool to the touch- warmer than stone would naturally be, but noticeably colder than normal skin. Furthermore, she was hard as a rock- pun intended. Whereas a cock belonging to a member of any other race would were stiff muscle wrapped in soft skin, the skin covering her shaft was just as tough as the rest of her. Underneath it, the hardened shaft felt as solid as a bar of iron.

I gave a few slow pumps, sliding my fingers from her tip to her pelvis. The damned thing felt like it weighed as much as a brick. "Yeah, that'll do just fine."

My hand released her glands and pressed onto her chest, right between her breasts. It was firm and commanding, enough to guide her onto the bench with her stony shaft pointing upwards. Talya was all smiles as I reached underneath the hem of the sundress and tugged down my panties. I maintained perfect eye contact as I slipped them off one leg, then the other, then pressed the cloth into her chest.

"Hold onto that for me, will you?"

"Of course, little Tiger."

I grinned and moved to straddle Talya's lap, knees on the bench to either side of her. I had to lean to one side a lot more in order to make enough space so that I could blindly line up our nethers underneath the dress. A moan crawled into my throat when I felt her thick head finally find the proper spot and nestle in the crook of my folds.

That moan was released when I eased a few millimeters down. That was more than enough for me to feel that I might have bitten off more than I could chew. I could handle length- Allyah proved that. Talya felt like she was splitting me open in the best way possible. Just the tip squeezing inside of me and forcing me apart was just barely below the point where it would be genuinely painful.

"Holy shit, you're big..."

"Take your time, don't hurt yourself."

I shook my head. "Fuck that." My hips lowered gently but firmly, shoving bit after bit of stoney flesh inside of my restricting tunnel. I was groaning with the first inch, biting my tongue with the second, and clinging desperately onto Talya's shoulders with the third. It only got better from there. I didn't go back up to ready myself and ease into taking her whole shaft- I only had one direction. Downwards.

The fact I was sopping wet was probably the only reason I managed to finally sit down in Talya's lap. I was trembling with toes curled in my shoes, fingers clenched onto Talya's shirt and forehead pressed into hers.

"Fuuuhh..."

"Oh, little Tiger is very tight."

"You... y-you think?"

Talya's hands slid under the hem of the sundress that hid where we were connected and rested gingerly on the bare skin of my hips. "You feel amazing, Samirah."

I didn't respond with words. Instead, I rocked my hips forward, pushing my chest further into Talya's and, at the same time, sliding a handful of her inches from my sex. I panted wetly into her face- the feeling of her leaving my tunnel was almost as stimulating as filling it. My rippling walls were clinging tightly, gripping her shaft and desperately trying to hold every part of it inside as I retreated. To my delight, that elicited a quiet moan from Talya. That moan turned a little breathier when I rocked backwards and eased her right back to the hilt.

One of my hands left her shoulder and reached downwards to slide under the dress. As I lifted a few inches up, my fingers began massaging the outside of my folds that stretched wide around Talya's cock. When I went back down, I used my thumb to rub a slow figure-eight over my clit. Electricity was tingling through my abdomen, easing into fire as I went back up. Then down. Then up. Then down.

"Very nice..." Talya was practically purring. Her hands started to take some of my weight, assisting me in my efforts to ride her. Our pace picked up, thanks to her help and my pussy started to get used to her girth. It still wasn't fast, not by any means, but I wasn't crawling up and down her shaft anymore.

I wasn't sure how well it would work with something crammed so tightly inside of me, but I decided to give it a shot anyway. As I moved my hips up and down, I also rocked them to the sides. Forward and back. In circles and lines, exactly the way that I heard of back on Earth, and the way that I now instinctively knew.

Both of us made unruly sounds as I spelled my name with my hips. I even dotted the 'i' in 'Samirah'. If it was having even half of an effect on Talya as it was myself, then she would be enjoying it very, very much. Between the administrations of my hips, my own fingers, and Talya's impressively thick soldier, I completely fell apart on her.

The only reason I managed to keep grinding and fucking onto the Navon-golm was due to the sheer desperation to continue the pleasure as much as possible. It was a mixture of quaking legs, closed eyes, clenched fingers, and a strained cry that I somehow stifled in my throat to keep from letting the entire store know exactly what was happening behind this curtain. Talya seemed more than happy to take a bit more of my weight in her hands, to compensate for my failing muscles as I kept riding her through my climax.

No words were shared between us. None needed to be. This wasn't a moment of love and passion- of sweet and caring sex. This was two people who were barely strangers, stuffed inside a changing room meant for one person and fucking like a pair of desperate animals. The lovey-dovey sex would happen later- I was going to make a point of it. For now, I just wanted to cum and Talya was doing a damn fine job of helping me.

When I finally came down from my high and stilled my movements, I could feel the scorching heat in my cheeks and chest. I was also astutely aware that Talya hadn't cum yet. She was as hard (or, hard-er) as ever and planted eight inches deep in my velvety embrace. Perfect. I wasn't done playing with her anyway.

A brief consideration crossed my mind. Should we change positions? The room was pretty cramped, and the bench wasn't that big so our options were limited at best. There wasn't even enough room to lie down on the floor for a missionary. We could do doggy style, but Talya was noticeably taller than me so she would have to crouch a little which would make it awkward for her...

I didn't get much of a chance to continue pondering about how I should continue our little session, but it didn't matter in the end. That was because Talya apparently decided how she wanted it to go. Her hands looped underneath my thighs and held securely as she pushed herself up and stood from the bench. I squealed at the movement, mostly from the way that it caused her dick to stir my insides like a goddamned pot of gravy. Her pants fell down to her ankles so she was now officially shirt-cocking it, but the aforementioned cock was hidden inside of me so I would still consider her decent.

Not really, but it was fun to say otherwise.

Now officially in a stand-and-carry, I wrapped my arms around Talya's neck and my legs around her waist. I could only imagine the stupid smile I must have had on my face when Talya pressed my back up against the wall of the changing room.

"Shhh..."

Her hushing was no more than a whisper, unlike the throaty purr that leaked from my lips as Talya rocked her hips backwards to slide a few inches of her shaft free. She silenced the groan that would have wheezed out on her way back in by planting her mouth against mine.

It was almost like Talya was playing a game- seeing how effectively she could keep me quiet with a kiss while rearranging my guts at the same time. The game quickly ramped up, too. When she successfully swallowed down my moans and gasps, she started thrusting harder and deeper. When I reacted more, she kissed me with even more force until none of my squeaks could escape, whereupon she would then thrust even more.

Two inches at a time turned into three, then four, then six, and then before I knew it, Talya was bringing herself all the way out until only her thick, smooth cockhead resided in my folds. Then, not even a second later, she was shoving her entire length back inside with a single, smooth motion. Then out.

Then in.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

Even though Talya was somehow keeping the noises from my mouth contained (mostly), those weren't the primary audible hazard anymore. That honour now belonged to her toned, stiff pelvis slapping against mine every time she bottomed out. The 'thwacks' were almost echoing in the small changing room with the rate that Talya was pounding into me.

Wood pressed into my back through the fabric of the sundress. I wasn't entirely sure which would start bruising first- my pussy where Talya was reaming me out, my lips where she was silencing my cries with a forceful mouth, or my shoulderblades that knocked against the wall over and over again. Not that I cared. All that mattered right now was just how amazing Talya felt.

When her mouth was removed from mine, it was quickly replaced by a cold hand that stifled my noises. Talya looked me dead in the eyes, while her voice was low and tense.

"I'm gonna cum soon, little Tiger. You want that? You want my cum?"

I quickly nodded into her hand. She was throbbing down there, her oddly-chilly cock angrily yearning for release in my depths. Meanwhile her eyes were glazed over- literally. At this point, she was partially solidified, with a dark grey crust spreading over parts of her face and mixing with the blues of her eyes. Her movements would have been slower too, had Talya not been pushing her tiring body even harder in order to keep our brutal, lustful pace continued.

"You want me to cum in this perfect pussy? You want me to fill you up? To leave you leaking?"

Fuck, just her words were all but sending me over the edge. I could only whimper and whine through her fingers while I tried to nod 'yes' so hard I almost gave myself whiplash.

"Here it comes, Tiger. Take it. It's all yours."

The tension in her voice released with a low groan when she slammed her hips forward one final time, burying herself as far as she could manage. Still, she kept grinding as if to get just a millimeter deeper, while I myself fell off the cliff of my second climax. I squealed into her hand-gag and clenched down with every abdominal muscle, both instinctively and intuitively. I wanted to feel her cum inside. I needed to feel it.

Her cock pulsed once. Twice. A third time.

Then, the dam broke.

The first thing I noticed was just how cold it was. I had been vaguely aware of Talya's body temperature gradually lowering throughout the entire ordeal. Of course, that was simply because of Navon-golm biology. While most other races would heat up and begin sweating to release excess warmth during strenuous activity, Navon-golm cooled down and partially solidified to try and keep warmth in. For some reason, I didn't expect that temperature influence to be present in Talya's cum.

It felt like ice water pouring into my snatch straight from a girthy, stoney hose, but a little bit more viscous. It sent a chill through my deepest core that fought violently against the heat that had been building. The clashing temperature only made me shudder as it sent my climax through additional stimulation so powerful it almost hurt.

Talya's cum came out in a slick, potent pulse that gummed up my deepest recesses. Then a second one followed. And a third. And a fourth. And a fifth. And a...

It kept going, with Talya's girth throbbing during each release as she dumped a copious amount of seed into my pussy. Since she was plugging up my hole so nicely, I could only imagine that the building pressure was causing her cum to be pushed up the entire length of my elf-sized tunnel and squeezed into my womb. The mental image of little Navon-golm sperm flooding into my uterus like a swarm of Geodudes would have made me laugh- if I wasn't too busy trying not to choke on my own tongue from pleasure.

For as much as Talya emptied into me, there was no wonder when I could feel her cum sliding past the tiniest crevices and leaking from our conjoined nethers. It dripped wetly against the wooden floor as Talya let out a final half-dozen spurts of seed. Even after that, her shaft gave a few weak pulses before it eventually, finally, stilled.

I panted into her hand which was still clamped over my mouth. Her other gave my butt continuous gentle squeezes as we both came down from our high together. Her skin was cold but mine was scorched- leaving us both neutral in the afterglow. After many more moments, she released my mouth.

"That... that is exactly what I needed," I grinned with red cheeks and gave Talya a quick peck on the nose. "Thanks."

Her eyes were almost completely crusted over now and the splotches of roughness on her skin had spread even further. I could imagine that had she been human, the equivalent would have been heavy panting and gasping for breath. She wasn't nearly 'solidified' to the extent that she showed when fixing my finger, but well on her way.

"I should be the one thanking you, Samirah. You are exquisite."

Even her voice was a little bit slower, like she had just woken up. I clenched my lower torso, squeezing her mostly-hard shaft inside me. "How about we call it a draw?"

"I... can live with that."

Talya gently pulled her hips back, sliding free her cock with a quiet squelching noise. I whimpered at the sensations of her leaving, and had to fight shivers when cold liquid started trickling down my thighs. After she set me down and leaned back against the wall, I reached with my fingers to examine.

They came back with black slicked over the surface. Talya's wasn't thick and creamy like normal cum- it was more like oil covering my fingers and dripping out of my sex. Cold, dark, slimy, and thin. It probably would have felt gross and weird in any other context, but the knowledge that it was the sexual fluids of an exotic race like the Navon-golm made my heart flutter.

I maintained eye contact with Talya as I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked them inside. I had to do the taste test, after all.

Somehow, her oil-spill-cumshot tasted like chalk. If I ground up a cup of gravel in a blender and mixed it with water, I was willing to bet that it would be an accurate replication. It wasn't 'bad' by any means, nor was it 'good', it was just... a taste. Knowing that it was cum made my whorish brain tingle, though.

Movement from the curtain brought both of our attention to the side. I wasn't sure if I should be grateful or sad that it wasn't someone entering the changing room. Instead, it was my own satchel being slid along the floor underneath the curtain and into the room.

The satchel that I had left in the changing room that Bianca conveniently entered. Best of all?

There was a small cloth rag placed obviously and purposefully on top.

I grinned, reached down and grabbed the rag. Then, I turned to the wall that Talya had been fucking me into, the one that also happened to be the only thing separating our room and Bianca's.

"Thanks."

I wasn't expecting a response. It came several moments later when I had already started wiping myself down- almost too quiet to hear.

"Don't mention it."

Chapter 18: Bianca

It was awkward to get used to. Even when Samirah wasn't there, she was still there. Peering over her shoulder. Whenever Ariel turned around to double check, there was no physical person there but she could still feel the presence. The bond. Ariel had heard of 'Taunt'-like skills and spells before, and this almost felt like an extension of that. It was frustrating. She'd always kept a lock on everything, but with this bond, it felt like part of her head had been taken away from her. Ariel couldn't prevent that piece of her brain from fixating on that little elf girl.

Even if it was many pleasant thoughts.

Still, feeling her presence connected to her soul itself was as unsettling as it was comforting. It was a small price to pay for a permanent boost to her progression, but she'd at least have given it a bit more thought beforehand. Even the dreams were strange. Ariel never dreamed, or if she did, she never remembered them. Last night didn't seem like a dream, but there was a warmth in the bed that had never been present before. There was no way for it to be the case, in addition to the fact that warmth had no personifying characteristics, but somehow that sensation in her bed felt like Samirah was there with her.

She still was. Breathing over her shoulder the entire time Ariel spent putting on this stupid, frilly, green, childish dress... thing. Even when Ariel looked inwards to her Awaren'o Cadell, it was difficult to make out the text through the glimmering green eyes staring back at her, unblinking and unrelenting.

Ariel Ralleigh Verdanus

Second Promotion

Glyph of the Matriarch

Evolution: 2

Royal: All beneficial effects on you have greater potency.

{2}Conquest: Whenever you defeat an enemy, gain a scaling bonus to physical capabilities that lasts until you rest.

Glyph of Runes

Evolution: 2

{2}Second Rune: Cast spells up to two runes in complexity on objects.

Magical Might: Spells cast on weapons you wield have greater potency.

Glyph of the Warrior

Evolution: 1

Overpower: Deflected or avoided attacks with a melee weapon still deal a portion of their damage to the target.

Glyph of the Bonded Soul

Evolution: 1

Empowered Bond: All Glyphs evolve at a faster rate.

Lustful Bond: Participating in sexual acts with the bond holder or other bonded targets furthers Glyph Evolution.

No matter how many times she looked at it, it was still difficult to comprehend. Samirah was something else. The amount of people in the world that started as a Blessed with two Glyphs could probably be counted with low double digits. The only reason that Ariel had two was because of her ancestry- and even then it was a low probability at best. She was surprised to see a third Glyph so soon- the Glyph of the Warrior. Getting that as soon as Second Promotion was one heck of a bonus. Still, Second Promotion and ridiculously lucky, with three Glyphs.

Even though Ariel had read Samirah's skills herself, she still wasn't expecting the bonus from the bond to be an entirely new Glyph. She wasn't sure how to bring that up to Samirah- the fact that this random girl could give away Glyphs like charity money, which made other Glyphs evolve faster and could itself evolve to give who-knows-what kind of other bonuses was ludicrous. All of those bonuses, presumably, would then be further buffed by Ariel's own Glyph of the Matriarch's Royal skill. It may have been more powerful for Ariel than it would be for (presumably) anyone else, but even then, something like that was dangerous. If Samirah wasn't careful and knowledge of her power got out, dying to a Breach was the least of her concerns.

That was the reason that Ariel was listening attentively while Samirah and Talya spoke outside.

No other reason.

Her Second Promotion senses were more than enough to understand everything that was being said from beyond the curtain.

"Looks like getting laid was an easy way for the Wolf to become more amenable..."

"Well, maybe try to keep that between the three of us for now. No need to publicize anything."

"Is that what Bianca wants? Privacy?"

"I'm not sure that she knows what she wants..."

"You really like her."

"Yeah. I do."

Every word made Ariel's face flush with red, moreso when the conversation took a sudden, abrupt change. 'Open relationship?' 'Girlfriends with benefits?' And then...

Ariel had to sit there on the bench, blushing as the two girls copulated in the next room. They may have been trying to keep the noise down, but Ariel didn't need her heightened hearing to figure out every detail that was occurring beyond the thin wall. She tried to distract herself by rummaging through Samirah's satchel on the bench beside her. A coin purse, the clothes she had been wearing, the torn ones that Ariel had ripped off of her earlier, and then the... toy.

Ariel was going to close the bag, but the noise next door was making it awfully difficult to keep composure. By this point, the wall between them was shaking slightly from where Samirah was obviously being pounded into it. Ariel's thighs rubbed together and she eyed the wooden penis. Could she?

Should she?

Ariel looked around the small changing room, like someone else would be there watching her aside from the phantasmal Samirah tingling her spine. Eventually, her fingers gingerly wrapped around the toy like it were a volatile substance. Ariel couldn't stop herself. It was just too tantalizing. Her two new... friends?... were fucking less than two feet away from her, and now she was going to masturbate like she did last night? This time, she was also going to do it with a dildo belonging to one of the aforementioned friends? She was no better than a common whore.

No- Ariel paused. This wasn't on her. This wasn't her fault. They were the ones fucking and making noise and being all sexy. They were the ones who had been flirting endlessly and staring after the shower and giving so many damned compliments it was dizzying. The heat had been building this whole time, and now they went and did something like this? The perverts!

Ariel tentatively spread her legs and pulled up the hem of her sundress until her white panties were showing. In one hand, the wooden dildo was held in her grasp. In the other, her fingers idled on the fabric of her underwear. It would be so easy to pull it aside and have some fun. To use the toy and get herself off to the sounds of her friends fucking. After all they did to get her this worked up, she deserved it, right?

... Right?

After many moments of hesitation that would have been silent aside from the grunts and 'plaps' coming from the next room, Ariel shoved the dildo back into Samirah's bag with more force than was necessary, pushed it as far away as the bench would allow it to be, flipped her sundress back down, and held her face in her hands. They only left for a moment to reach into her own bag and retrieve a handkerchief so she could wipe the tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

Thankfully, it wasn't much longer before the pair seemed to... finish. If Ariel knew anything about sex, it was that the hybrid races tended to be on the 'messier' side. Those two whores were in a public place, and they were going to leave it a filthy scene for the next unfortunate person to walk in, and then they would know exactly what happened. And then if they saw Ariel leave with them, then that person might think...

Ariel shook her head, grabbed Samirah's bag, and peeked her head out the curtain. Nobody seemed to be nearby, which was nice. It meant that she could set the bag on the floor, put the handkerchief on top, and slide it into their room without looking.

...

"Thanks."

Ariel sat back down, put her face in her hands again, and gave her muffled reply.

"Don't mention it."

Ariel had left for two minutes at most to go to the washroom, entirely to get away from the pair that kept saying things like 'Wow, that dress looks great on you!' and 'It shows a whole new side!'. They even bought it for her, with Ariel still wearing it. She had to stand there in front of the clerk and let him look at the price tag on the collar. Samirah made that part look easy- she was gorgeous in every possible sense. She could wear nothing but the feces of a Tallarus and still look beautiful, so the pale blue sundress was perfect on her. All Ariel could do was huddle away as soon as the purchase was completed and go sit down somewhere quiet.

Of course, that didn't stop the gleam in Samirah's eyes when they made contact as Ariel was walking back. It both made her want to stand up straighter, proud of the fact that Samirah approved- yet also made Ariel wither in her skin. Why would someone so perfect choose her? Why was she letting them? Ariel's baggage couldn't end well for anyone involved, and now she was tricking this gorgeous figure of perfection with a fake name and letting her slide right up into her life.

Furthermore, Ariel should already be on her way to the Nh'azaree Forest for the rank-two Breach there. She needed to keep pushing forward against the storm, not babysitting this self-declared slut.

If that's the case, Bianca thought, why aren't I leaving?

"So, Bianca. Wanna come to the Blushing Reply with us? Talya and I were thinking of modelling together for a presentation."

Samirah was way too cheerful and open for that question. Ariel had to look around and make sure that nobody overheard or connected her to acts that could be considered sexual. The passersby on the street didn't seem to make any movements indicating otherwise. Ariel shook her head.

"No. I actually have productive things to do."

This time, Talya spoke with a grin. Her skin was still slightly grayscaled with exhaustion. "Are you sure? All three of us would certainly provide generous tips."

Ariel tried to fight the blush in her cheeks. "Absolutely not. You're already making me wear this awful dress- I'm not going to start dancing naked for strangers."

"Suit yourself," Samirah shrugged. "But that dress isn't awful. It'll be hard to find anything that looks bad on you, and don't you forget it."

Ariel's heart clenched so tight she thought it would pop. "I'm going to walk away now."

"Alright, but you need to promise me something, Bianca."

"What?"

Samirah grinned. "Promise me that you won't change out of that dress for the rest of the day."

"... Pardon?" Ariel's face dropped. The half-elf poked Ariel's shoulder playfully.

"If you have things to do, you're doing them in that dress."

"Wha- why? No!"

Samirah rolled her eyes. "Bianca, that black shirt and pants combo you've got is super badass and sexy, but also really intimidating. If you wear something like this..." She motioned her hands up and down Ariel's body, "you'll give off the vibe of friendly, gorgeous, and fun."

Ariel tried her best to keep what was left of her composure in check. "I'm not wearing it for the rest of the afternoon."

Samirah shrugged. "Alright, how about this? Either you wear the dress for your errands, or you take it all off and come model naked with us?" She wrapped an arm around Talya's waist, who had been standing mostly silent the whole conversation.

Ariel grumbled.

An hour and a half later, Ariel had stopped by the Alchemist to retrieve the healing potions she ordered the day prior, the Blacksmith to retrieve her armour that had finished being repaired, and the general store to get a new coil of rope alongside a few other necessities for any Prime-division Magister. All the usuals; lantern oil, climbing pitons, a couple of spare blankets, an extra whetstone, and even a few pieces of charcoal. All of that was dropped off with multiple trips back at the inn room, and all done in the stupid green sundress.

Of course, she could have changed as soon as she got back to the inn room the first time. Actually, she could have changed the moment she got out of the eyesight of Samirah and Talya. She could have ducked into a nearby establishment, went into their washroom, and put her regular clothes back on. But... she couldn't.

Not only was it a matter of principle- she always preferred to see things through unless they were completely unbearable-, it was also something that Samirah asked her to do. At the very least, Samirah wanted Ariel to keep wearing the dress, so that's what she was going to do.

Now, Ariel found herself in the library by one of the windows, still wearing the dress and occasionally looking up to catch the fleeting sunset every few paragraphs. Blessed Bloodlines and Legacies had a disappointing lack of information, just like the other similar texts Ariel had skimmed through.

Every single person that started with more than one Glyph was a member of an ancestral line that descended from among the first Blessed. Fourteen Blessed between seven different families- meaning two members each. Though the families tended to stay fairly in-line, the nature of a family tree meant that genetics spread. At least the records seemed to stay quite accurate in that regard, tracking hundreds of different families that all came into contact with the bloodlines over seven hundred years since the First Blessing.

Even though the direct child of one of the original Blessed may not become Blessed themselves and thus gain the power, they still pass it on to their own offspring, and those kin to the next. Every single one of those children has their chance to become Blessed naturally, which then awakens their ancestral power.

Like Ariel. Great-times-thirty-six-grandaughter of Esmer Verdanus, the Matriarch, one of the original fourteen Blessed and goddess of monarchy, empires, respect, communication, and most notably- war. Thirty six generations, each having at least five children, and Ariel was only the ninth bearer of the Matriarch's Legacy. Naturally, this book only listed eight. For this book to state her as the ninth, that means someone would have to know about her having awakened her bloodline two weeks ago. That was too dangerous right now. Her eyes lingered on the most recent name- Cornelius Verdanus-Hawthorne; 662 A. B. - 729 A. B..

Grandfather.

Ariel pushed her thoughts away from that assassination last year- instead opting to look at all the other bloodlines. None of them stood out to her as ones that would likely have Samirah's kind of Glyphs. The closest were the descendants of the Relict- Mizzari Tagulta. She may have been the goddess of greed, poison and wealth, but she was primarily the goddess of love and hope. All this book said was that descendants with a Glyph of the Relict almost always had it shaped with some kind of bond they could provide to allies to provide extremely potent buffs.

That sounded pretty close, but none of it mentioned that bond providing actual, genuine Glyphs, or allowing a person to evolve Glyphs faster. Furthermore, there didn't seem to be any sort of connection at all between Samirah and any of the seven bloodlines, much less the Relict's Legacy.

Samirah Jordain Al'Bardales Excute Renova Jericho DeMonson Korpart the Seventh. The name was all but branded into Ariel's mind from the bond. That didn't mean any part of the oversized name resembled anything in the book. No family names in any of the bloodline connections matched. Just a few pages in Notable Families of Kavala: Who You Should Know and Why! about the Korparts and their whiskey business that got so popular it drove nearly half of the breweries on the continent out of business. Not a single thing that connected Samirah to an ancestral bloodline, though.

Furthermore, the Legacy of a Blessed only gave one extra Glyph in every recorded case. Samirah had three extra, and none of them listed the name of the Legacy like awoken bloodline Glyphs always did.

Ariel closed the book and furrowed her brow. Samirah was an enigma. It seemed like nothing about her made sense. This girl was breaking almost every known rule and didn't even understand how impossible she is. Meanwhile, she gets dropped almost directly into Ariel's lap- who also happens to have a skill that makes Samirah's most potent ability even stronger on her.

It was too much to take in. Ever since Grandfather was killed, everything seemed to fall apart like shattering glass. The war. The riots. The revolutions.

... The coup.

Ariel didn't notice that her grip on the table tightened until the wood audibly cracked under her fingers. She released it with a shaky breath. To prevent herself from accidentally causing more property damage, Ariel decided to hold her face in her hands.

After everything that's happened- now that Ariel was completely on her own, she's handed an opportunity on a silver platter in the form of Samirah. It was like the world was playing some kind of sick joke on her. Having almost everything, then tearing the rug from under her feet. Once that was done; You need to get stronger so you can guarantee your own safety from that target on your back? Here's a way to speed up that process, but you need to be a slut, now you're in love, your whore girlfriend's in the line of fire, she's horrifically untrained, and she still doesn't even know your name!

On top of all that, Samirah was now bringing the unreasonably-beautiful Talya into the mix. Ariel still wasn't sure if her sudden sexual awareness was because of Samirah's magical bond influencing her brain, or just the experiences of the last day-and-a-half overwhelming her with a new part of life she had always pushed away. It made Ariel flustered, frustrated, anxious, and annoyed all at the same time. She needed to be thinking of survival, not threesomes!

Ariel groaned and thudded her head against the table in defeat. So many thoughts were rolling through her mind like a tide that it was hard to know which way was 'up'. As much as she tried not to think of every problem, they flocked like birds around her- unending and unrelenting. Ariel felt like she was drowning in the world's hate.

Unfortunately, Samirah was both a breath of fresh air and the anchor pulling her under the surface.

Chapter 19: Statues (18+)

Of all the types of modelling I could consider at the Reply, being a living statue didn't creep high onto the list of expected eroticism. After all, I would be standing still for two hours doing absolutely nothing. Sure, I would be naked, but every other presentation would have at least had me doing something.

Oh, I was wrong.

For one, doing the modelling alongside Talya was enough on its own to make my heart beat in my chest like a caged animal. The most I'd seen of her until this point was a bit of cleavage and, of course, her delightful cock. When she took off her shirt in the back room to change into the silky, see-through robe so Bralo could get the two of us prettied up for our presentation, I almost drooled.

Her breasts were modest and perfectly proportioned to her tall frame, and her nipples were the same shade of light grey as her freckles. Milky, smooth skin trailed down all the way across a stomach so flat I could probably use it as an ironing board. That image alone was damn near perfect, and that was before the gorgeous cock and smooth legs tied everything together in a neat little bow.

She was almost as beautiful as Bianca.

The main thing that made the 'living statue' presentation so unbearably erotic came down to one simple thing. Unlike most other types of modelling, this one had audience interaction. Patrons would come into the room, admire our current positions, guide us through a few alterations in our poses, leave a tip, and be on their way. Many made sure to cop a good feel during that process too.

Talya and I started by sitting on the edge of the plush stand, side-by-side and effectively cuddling into each other through our sheer robes. That position didn't last long.

First, it was a man that adjusted our faces so that Talya and I were locked in an unmoving kiss. Then it was a woman that placed our hands on each other's breasts. Then another woman that pulled my robe off before returning me to the same position. Then another. And another. And another.

Since Talya had 'solidified' completely during this time, I had to constantly remind myself that she wasn't a genuine statue- she was that still and... lifeless. Talya's warmth was just barely enough to keep telling me that she was real. The number of patrons coming into the room and moving us around also helped- since stone statues would break before adjusting their position the way that Talya did.

It was almost dizzying, how many times we were moved. I could only imagine that part of it came down to the novelty factor. Two people acting as living statues, one of which was completely indistinguishable from stone, and the other a breathing, fleshy, blushing companion. Add the fact that the people could touch and fondle all they wanted unlike other presentations? I saw no small number of people stroking Talya's cock, many of them doing so while they played around with my pussy. Almost all of them also gave comparing squeezes to our breasts, likely measuring the feel, size, squish, and texture between us.

I could only provide silent amazement at Talya. I wasn't sure if it was just down to the functions of 'solidifying' or what, but the only sign of any loss of composure was entirely down to the stiffness of her cock. Her face remained the same tone of crusty slate grey and her chest didn't even waver with breathing. Unless she was being moved into a new position, she was as still as a Weeping Angel.

Myself, on the other hand, was a different story. My reactions were plain to see for everyone no matter how hard I tried to be still. When an errant finger slid up the length of my folds or someone rubbed my nipples the right way, my breath caught in my throat. My face was hot, and sometimes a particular pose would be hard to hold. Of course, that last part didn't matter much since we were being moved around constantly.

Sometimes, we were pulled apart to stand or sit individual from each other, but most of the time our poses were part of a matching set. Some had us hugging, holding hands, or put in a sweet and (aside from the blatant nudity) innocent position. Many were downright whorish.

Hands on each other's genitals while we were in a freeze-frame makeout. Me lying back on the plush stand while Talya knelt between my legs and her tongue pressing against my pussy. That same position, but switched so that I was kneeling down with the head of her cock in my mouth. A sixty-nine. Doggy-style with her cock resting on top of my ass like Talya was measuring how deep she would go. Once, we were even guided into a missionary position and the lady even had Talya fully hilt herself inside of me. The Navon-golm was as stoic and solid as she had been the entire presentation. I was pretty sure the entire room heard the grumbling moan creaking out of my throat as I got split open. The lady didn't direct me to smile but I couldn't help myself.

The fact that our very next position was Talya sitting on the cushion with me resting my head in her lap and smiling up at her like an innocent cuddle session was a drastic change that almost gave whiplash. I didn't mind much. The statue was staring back down at me through the gap between her breasts so it was a pretty good view.

Although much of the act went by in a blur, there was one other moment that particularly stood out. Talya and I were sitting side-by-side on the stand and partially cuddling, almost exactly how we had started off. Then, an older MILF of an Arcus woman, probably in her forties or fifties, walked into the room. She looked between the two of us, smiled warmly from crimson cheek to crimson cheek, then sat down on the stand so that Talya was between her and I.

"Oh, Talya dear. You seem to have company this time around. Good for you. She's a cutie."

I was positioned to look forward, so I couldn't see what she was doing to Talya. I could, however, feel her long, spaded, devilish tail sliding up my back. It kinda tickled.

"I hope you don't mind if I get comfortable. I know Talya doesn't."

I didn't respond. There was some slight movement on the other side of Talya as the woman adjusted her position. Again, I couldn't see the specifics- only the patrons that watched the new addition to the show. None of them seemed surprised to see her.

"Such a lovely partner you have here, Talya. It seems like she's going to learn our little routine."

Her tail danced patterns on my back. Then, it slid up over my shoulder and applied pressure to my cheek. I let it guide my face until I was looking over now at the woman, who was just as cuddled into Talya's side as I was. Even more so actually, since her red-tinted hand was wrapped firmly around the Navon-golm's cock and gently stroking. When she locked eyes with me, I could see that her irises were a deep violet.

"You see, darling, Talya and I have a little game with each other when she plays naked statue. It's simple, really. She just stays as still as she can, and I do my best to make her break composure."

Her hand movement started to consist of a little bit of twisting. Whenever her fingers moved upwards, her thumb circled the stoney head of Talya's cock before it slid back down.

"What do you think, cutie? Think this will finally be the night I win for the first time? To make her squirm? Make her beg? Even a twitch would be enough, really. I'll take anything at this point."

She leaned her head on Talya's shoulder, making sure to position so that the black horns tilting backwards from her skull didn't poke anywhere dangerous. She kept her eyes trained on mine as if Talya wasn't even there despite literally jerking her off.

"Do you wanna help me? Wanna help a stranger and rub our hands up and down Talya's perfect cock until she cums? Awww, but you're playing statue, too. You're not allowed to move."

The woman's pace quickened. It had to be purposeful- the way that her arm was moving was causing her large breasts to wobble in her blouse. She even had a few of the buttons undone to show off a long line of crimson cleavage.

"You're not allowed to make our lovely Talya cum right now and have to watch me do it. Watch me pump her up and down, up and down. Pump, pump, pump. Oh, her cock feels so nice in my hand, you'd love it. But you can't hold it, can you? You can only move if I let you."

To say I was turned on would be an understatement. This woman was like one of those ASMR roleplay videos with her deep, sultry voice and exaggerated style of speech. Still, it was doing something primal to me. Her eyes suddenly twinkled with a wicked grin.

"Oh, I have an idea. You can only move if I guide you, so what if I do this?"

She released Talya's cock, then reached her hand forward to grab mine. I let her pull me until my fingers replaced where hers had been, gripping Talya's impossibly firm shaft. Then, she laced her digits with mine and moved me slowly up and down the cock.

"Now I can guide you into helping me, just like you wanted."

Even when Talya was exhausted nearing the end of our changing-room-fuck-session earlier and was thus partially solidified, there was still give to her skin. Less so than normal (and she was pretty tough normally), but a bit. Now that she was fully solid, all of it was gone. It genuinely felt like I was masturbating a statue. The woman cooed.

"This is nice, isn't it? Interlocking fingers with a stranger while we jerk off Talya? It's like we're holding hands around her cock, and now you can help me make her cum. That way we can both have our fun with her and you aren't breaking the presentation."

That's exactly what happened. For a number of minutes, the woman all but commandeered the interactive pose, not that any of the patrons coming in and out of the room seemed to mind. If anything, they enjoyed the show even more. The entire time, she was murmuring sweet nothings, using her voice as well as her looks to get me all hot and bothered. It was unbearably difficult to try and remain still while the two of us worked together to jerk off- ahem- while she constantly adjusted my hand's position up and down Talya's cock.

Meanwhile, Talya was as stoic and composed as she had been for the last hour and a half. Zero indication whatsoever that there was sentience inside that stoney body, one who still had full senses and was no doubt feeling what this woman and I were doing to her. Watching Talya like this was just as fun as pumping her cock up and down- trying to see any tiny hint of life like a game of I-Spy. There was nothing. Not even a throb in her cock. It was solid and still in our hands as we worked.

That meant it was a genuine surprise when a stream of black, oily liquid finally shot from Talya's cockhead. There wasn't even precum during our administrations, so Talya went from nothing to full blast in the blink of an eye. Still, amazingly, there was no movement in any part of Talya's body. I had no idea how she was able to fire such powerful and voluminous ropes despite the fact that neither her testicles or her shaft were throbbing like a cock normally would during a climax.

That didn't seem to matter. The woman gasped and cooed at the sight. "Yes! Cum for us! That's such a good girl. Empty those balls all over this floor. Get the carpet all messy for us you stud."

I may or may not have forgotten that I was supposed to be still. The woman didn't have to guide my hand anymore- I was earnestly pumping my fingers around Talya's cock and milking out everything I could while biting my lip. Talya kept cumming just as a hybrid race would. Rope after rope, jet after jet. It had no small amount of power, either. A dark, oily line was painting the carpet several feet in front of Talya, even causing one of the patrons to take a step back to avoid the splash zone. It was also dripping down her shaft, slicking up the laced fingers of the woman and I with chilly, slimy fluid.

"Oh, just keep cumming. Yeah, that's it. Mmm, just like that. Sweet Talya, cumming for me and her lovely statue friend masturbating your cock. Keep going, darling. Let it all out."

It took a while before Talya's orgasm subsided. The streams of cum eventually tapered into spurts, then dribbles, then drops that leaked from her head. After that, the conjoined fellatio of the woman and I failed to yield any more results. I just barely remembered what my job was supposed to be in this presentation. If the woman had let go of Talya's cock half a second earlier, I would have been jerking her off all on my own in the time it took me to realize I was also supposed to be a statue.

She held up her cum-covered hand, looked down at the equally-covered floor, then back at Talya.

"Even though I lose our game every time, we both always win."

She trained her eyes back on me, who was still holding onto Talya's hard and cummy cock since I hadn't been guided to let go yet. "Talya's always been a tough nut to crack. I think I have a much better chance of getting a little twitch out of you."

My heart pounded in my chest as the woman stood, slowly walked in front of Talya and I, then sat beside me. The hand covered in black cum lifted one of my legs and spread it open while the other gently rested a few fingers atop my sex. My system tingled at the contact.

"Should we see who wins this game, cutie?"

I gulped.

After the presentation ended (or rather, after I called it quits and begged for mercy), the woman introduced herself as Flo, dropped a handful of stars in the donation box, then left with a smile and my lady-cum all over her hand.

After that, it was kind of a blur. Granted, part of that was probably due to the fact I was still recovering. Three back-to-back climaxes during an attempt to give no reaction while a stranger fingered the everloving shit out of me in front of an audience took a toll. Talya and I split our earnings, had a slippery and sexy shower together to clean ourselves off, said our farewells, and went our separate ways. I was weak-kneed even when I got back to the Coral Cradle, went upstairs to my room and all but collapsed into the bed.

It was uncanny. Before I died, the days seemed to go by like any other. Now, it was like time had almost slowed to a crawl. I'd only been here for two days but it seemed far longer- not that I would complain about any part of this life. All of this had been amazing, but it almost still felt like it was just the beginning: an overly-long prologue to a glorious, sexy story

I smirked. If I had known that this was waiting for me, I probably would have let my shit get pushed in by that...

By the...

My brow furrowed.

How did I die? I knew the answer- I remembered that I knew it. Aurora told me. Not only that, I remembered that I'd experienced it firsthand. But the part in my memories that should have contained that segment had a big, gaping hole in the chronological order that I knew hadn't been there before. I had been walking home from work, and the memory didn't even fade out- it was gone. Right after that hole, I was talking to Aurora about making my new life. Even the first part of that conversation was gone- like a really bad jump cut or an important scene that got deleted from a movie.

Now that I really thought about it, I couldn't remember thinking about my death a single time these last two days. Sure, I thought about the fact I had died, but given it a concerningly little amount of attention. Not only that, I knew for a fact that I hadn't even considered the method of my death. This entire time, the memory had been completely missing from my head and I hadn't even realized it. In fact, it almost seemed like the whorish alterations to my brain that Aurora made (not that I was complaining about them), had also served to indirectly steer my thoughts away from noticing the gap in my memories.

Part of me was concerned while the rest was curious. Naturally, I would have liked to own all of my memories- even the bad ones. They made me who I was, and I was proud of that. On the other hand, If Aurora removed the memory of my death before planting me in this world, it was for a reason that was fairly easy to assume.

It would probably sour the taste of this world's forbidden fruit if the lingering memory of dying was held over my head. I could only imagine that it might be like the worst case of PTSD ever- PDSD, if you will. Post-Death-Stress-Disorder. I already had enough demons haunting me, I certainly didn't need another one that wouldn't let go. Still...

I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. At least it seemed like that was the only thing that had been cut away in the movie reel of my past life. Sure, no small number of parts were missing, but that was the haze and fog that came naturally. At least it felt like they were still there, waiting to be remembered if I experienced that one thing that woke the memory like a sleeper agent. Like tasting a kind of food for the first time in twenty-five years and remembering when I had it as a kid. My death wasn't like that. It was cut free with a pair of scissors and completely removed.

Part of me knew instantly that absolutely nothing would ever get me to remember how I died. No smelling a candle to remind me of a lethal apartment fire that boiled my skin and filled my lungs with ash. No slipping down a step to remind me of falling off a building and breaking everything on the concrete below. No looking at a wagon to remind me of being run over by a car and feeling myself bleed out in the street.

My inner machinations were interrupted by a gentle knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I called.

Although I had been hoping for it, most of me was still pleasantly surprised by the muffled voice. I was expecting some kind of housekeeping check-up, or maybe even Talya deciding that she wasn't done enjoying me today.

"It's Bianca. May I come in?"

Chapter 20: Night and Day

I couldn't help myself. I was smiling as I closed the door behind the Battlemage. To my delight, she was still wearing the dress. It wasn't even a matter of her looking 'better' in it than her other clothes- Bianca looked like a sexy badass queen in her pants with the black shirt and rolled-up sleeves. This was a delight because it was something new- something that clashed so deeply with her normal look and highlighted the parts she tried to hide. Like a frilly pink doll girl going goth for a day. Her eyes wore a mask of confidence.

"I came by to let you know that I won your little challenge. I didn't take off this ridiculous dress once."

"Well, I'm proud of you." I said. "You don't give yourself enough credit, and hopefully this helps you realise that you are so much more than just what you think you're worth."

Bianca blinked a few times while standing awkwardly. I grinned. "Is that all you came here to say, or did you want to sit down and talk?"

She looked with uncertainty at me, the bed, and then the door. I then watched that mask of pride slip back onto her face as she took a seat on the edge of the bed. I planted myself beside her, perhaps a bit too close for a casual conversation. I could see her staring at the hand I laid on her thigh.

"I hope you didn't do anything stupid like give Talya your bond."

I rolled my eyes. "No, I didn't do anything like that. We had some fun, made some money, and said goodnight. Besides, bringing her in on all of this wouldn't be a stupid idea."

"If you tell her about your Glyphs, she can easily go and blab to someone about it."

"She's capable, kind, compassionate, and I trust her."

"It's only been one day..."

Eris scoffed. "Did you see her in the restaurant? She was helping the sick mother despite not needing to, was absolutely adorable with the daughter, paid for our dinner, then took us clothes shopping all after she had already healed my finger. I let you see my Awaren'o Cadell after like... five minutes because I knew I could trust you despite the fact that you were blatantly insulting me, so who are you to say that I can't trust Talya?"

Bianca's face sagged with guilt. It made a twinge of regret cut through my heart like a blade. "Sorry... that was harsh."

Bianca's pained expression only lasted for the brief silence between us before she let out a deep sigh.

"I... I never said that we can't trust her. I'm just saying that before we decide to tell her about all of your... stuff, we should at least see if she'd be open to joining our party. If we're going to be leaving her behind when we eventually move on from Port Lexin, there's no need for her to know. If she does decide to join us and become a fixture in our party, then you two can... bond."

That raised my eyebrows for a few reasons. The first was obvious.

"Our party? You've decided that you want me to stay around?"

She hesitated, apparently having been caught saying something she didn't even realize she was implying. Then, Bianca squared her jaw.

"Your Glyph of Empowering is at its lowest level right now, and the very first skill makes a permanent bond. There is a very reasonable chance that if the Glyph does evolve, it could get other skills that rely on your bonded allies. It's only logical that we stick together because of that, and that's also why we should keep any others you bond with close to our chest. Hence being careful of who gets bonded."

"Is that the only reason you want me around?" I waggled my eyebrows at her. Bianca turned a faint shade of red.

"The reasons I gave before are still well in effect, thank you very much. I will not trust this bond to persist if you die, so I'm sticking around to ensure that you don't make stupid decisions and get yourself killed."

"Oh come on, B. Can't you lighten up just a little bit? You don't have to put on all this bravado when it's just us. What's the real reason you want to stay?"

The red deepened, and Bianca's gaze was affixed to the floor. Her hands idly gripped at the hem of her sundress. She mumbled something unintelligible.

"Pardon? You're gonna have to speak up for me." I was smiling. That smile only grew when Bianca visibly spit out her next words.

"It's because I like you!" She clamped her mouth shut as quickly as it opened. Then, she started stammering.

"It's- it's just... you're pretty and nice, and you don't look at me like everyone else, and you make me feel all tingly and warm, and-"

I grabbed one of her hands, stopping her from picking at the edges of her dress by interlacing her fingers with mine. It also served to stop her from talking, since she just looked at me with worried eyes. I smiled, brought our hands to my face, then gently kissed at her knuckles. Our hands lowered to make space so that I could lean in. She eagerly closed the distance and met my lips with hers.

We sat there for several moments, letting our mouths do a less-audible kind of talking. I could all but feel Bianca melting into me- the last dredges of that bravado and confidence slipping away. After a while, I grinned into her lips between kisses.

"Did you... wanna... sleep here... tonight?"

I felt Bianca nodding enthusiastically into my mouth. She was really leaning into me. It drew a chuckle.

"Alright. Since you were so good and kept the dress on, you can take it off now."

Her face was red. "... What?" I shrugged in response.

"Eh, wear it if you want. I'm gonna be comfortable while I sleep."

I leaned away from the kiss just long enough to reach for the hem of my own sundress, pulling it up and off. With me now in nothing but my panties, I gave her a quick smooch and crawled back in the bed while sliding my way under the covers. I patted the bed beside me while lifting the blanket in an invitation. "Coming?"

Bianca looked at me warily, then moved to take off her own sundress. Unlike me, she was wearing a bra in addition to her panties. They were both simple and white. I would say that they hid her best features, but the only thing that could do that would be a hazmat suit. Even partially covered as she was, her delicious abs, muscular arms and toned legs were on open display to admire and salivate over. She blushed, set the green fabric down on the edge of the bed beside my own dress, then awkwardly crawled under the covers.

I, for one, was interested to see what position Bianca would choose. She went for the safe bet and laid beside me with relatively minimal contact. I, of course, snuggled right up beside her and pulled one of her arms around me in a half-hug with my head resting on her shoulder. She didn't resist.

I was smiling during every second that it took before sleep eventually found me.

I couldn't breathe.

Every muscle in my body was locked with chains and steel, holding me in place. My hands were clammy. My heart wouldn't work. Everything in the world seemed to shut down all at once while my vision narrowed to a pinprick.

It never happened before. I was helping out at the soup kitchen on Thanksgiving like I usually did. Then I showed up this time and police were there. "An act of charity" they called it. "Some of the convicts wanted to help out and they've been on very good behaviour," they said. Even so, it wouldn't have been him. I could work alongside these other people- a little warily. There was no chance it could be him. He was gone forever. I would never see him again.

All of that shattered in an instant.

His orange-clad back was to me while he ladled soup from a large pot into a bowl. The sound of his voice as he served the needy sent shivers through every fibre of my being while it echoed partway through memories I'd tried so hard to suppress.

"Happy Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving. Sing for me, sweetheart. Let me hear that beautiful voice. Happy Thanksgiving. Have a good Thanksgiving. Good girls don't scream and cry. Be a good girl for me."

It felt like my throat was full of cotton. Sweat was building on my brow and my fingers clasped tightly around the first thing they came into contact with. I couldn't move- at least, not willingly. My body moved on its own. Fight or flight, and I wanted nothing more than to fly as far away from here as I could.

Instead, I screamed and sprinted towards Terrance Holdt with a paring knife in my grip.

A gasp tore from my lips as I twitched to sudden and abrupt consciousness. My heart was racing, beating in my chest like a caged animal and it felt like I was buzzing. However, there was warmth around me. The pillow I was hugging was much less soft, but somehow far more comfortable. Furthermore, a hand was gently stroking my hair.

Right- new life, new me. I opened my eyes and a few things became clear.

The pillow I was hugging was actually a person.

That person was Bianca.

My face was nestled into her chest, letting me use her bra-clad breasts like perfect little cushions.

Finally, Bianca had one hand resting on the back of my head with fingers that traced little lines on my scalp. I tilted my head upwards to look at her.

"You started tossing and turning. Stroking your head seemed to calm you down a little."

"Sorry."

"Nightmare?"

I nodded. "Something like that. What time is it?"

Bianca looked towards the window. A faint shimmer of purple among black was reaching the edge of the horizon. "Almost sunrise," she said.

I nuzzled back into her. Although the rest of the sudden-nightmare-wakeup symptoms seemed to recede, one was sticking around. It was really difficult to properly enjoy Bianca's warmth when goosebumps were rising all over my skin with the sensation of buzzing deep in my chest. I shifted uncomfortably.

"I feel... tingly."

My head turned up to see Bianca looking down at me with furrowed eyebrows. "No way..."

"What?"

"You did not evolve a Glyph after two days."

"Huh?" I looked inwards, almost instinctively.

Samirah J. A. E. R. J. D. K. VII

First Promotion

Glyph of Empowering

Evolution: 1

Embolden: Apply a permanent bond to chosen target. Bonded target evolves Glyphs at a faster rate. Bond may only be applied with physical contact during mutual climax.

Glyph of Enchantment

Evolution: 2

Seductive: Creatures and people find you more sexually appealing.

{2}Entice: While in physical contact with you, creatures and people are more accepting of your suggestions.

Glyph of Lust

Evolution: 2

Controlled Fertility: (On) While activated, you cannot be impregnated by any means or impregnate others.

Siphon: Engage in sexual acts to further Glyph Evolution.

{2}Genital Swap: Experience sexual pleasures from a different point of view. Requires physical contact with a willing participant to activate.

Glyph of Arcana

Evolution: 1

First Cycle: Cast spells up to one cycle in complexity.

Water Element: Spells may be imbued with water.

"Well, you're half right. I evolved two."

She looked aghast. I sat up and gave her the rundown. Now, with us sitting side-by-side, Bianca had the blanket pulled up over her chest and contemplated deeply. I gave an awkward grin. "I mean, Siphon makes me evolve Glyphs with sex, so..."

"I get that," Bianca said quickly. "But two days? Without even going into a Breach? That's just... it's unreasonable."

"As unreasonable as having four Glyphs?"

She stiffened, then seemed to remember something. "Err... yeah. So your new skills; one that makes you more persuasive with physical contact and... swapping genitals?"

"Sounds like it."

"What the- how do we even test those?"

I grinned. "Well the second one seems pretty obvious in how we test it."

Her eyes widened. "Absolutely not."

"Aw, c'mon! Don't you wanna see what it does?"

"But... we have the- it's the... the same?"

I grabbed her hand and interlocked her fingers with mine with a smile. "And that's something we can test. How about it?"

She gulped, then gave a small nod. I chuckled.

"Cool. And Entice seems to work, too."

"What are you-" Her eyes went to her hand in mine. She stared for a moment, then let out a small "Oh."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I saw the opportunity for a quick test and went for it. Sorry."

"It's uhh... it's okay."

I let go of her hand, visibly ensuring that I wasn't touching her anymore. "Alright, I'll keep it fair this time. Are you okay with us doing a quick test of Genital Swap? It's pretty obvious what it's meant to do normally, so the niche situations like having the same assortment down there are the main things to test."

She wrung her hands. "I also don't recall hearing an ending condition. How long does it last? Is it permanent? Could you reverse it?"

My head cocked to the side. "Huh, nice catch. I would highly doubt that it's permanent, since my bond explicitly states that it's permanent and this skill doesn't. As for ending conditions, it could very well be some kind of time limit. Or maybe it lasts until I decide to give it back or the participant is no longer 'willing'. Ooh, do you think that I could swap with someone, then swap with someone else? Like if I do it with Talya, and then do it with you, could I give you Talya's cock?"

Bianca's face paled. I eased up. "Okay, too far. Sorry. I was just brainstorming. Anyway, looping back to the main question- are you okay with us doing a quick test right now?"

I saw the way her eyes quickly scanned to make sure I wasn't touching her. Already, that sent pins shooting through my nerves. I didn't want people to be walking on eggshells around me, worried that I was brainwashing them or something. Those fears were relieved when she eventually gave a tiny nod.

"... Sure?"

A few moments later, we had both removed our panties, meaning the only clothing between either of us was Bianca's bra. We sat cross-legged in front of each other, with Bianca quickly turning deeper and deeper shades of red. I first held her hand and willed inwards towards the skill, much like I did when applying Embolden to her. After a moment of pause...

Nothing happened. I let go of her hand.

"Hmm, nothing."

"So it doesn't work if we have the same genitals?" Bianca almost sounded disappointed, which made me have to fight off a grin. I gave a shrug instead.

"Or I'm not doing it right. Do you mind if I try something else?"

Bianca gently shook her head. I slowly and clearly reached a hand forward and down between Bianca's thighs. She looked at it with wide eyes but didn't stop me. When my fingers made contact with her sex, it was warm and soft. I reached between my own legs to touch my own pussy and tried the skill again. This time, there was definitely a reaction.

Warmth.

Tingling heat prickled along the skin and deep underneath eliciting a gentle moan from both Bianca and I simultaneously. Something was moving down there- skin shifting slightly to conform to a new shape. When my eyes refocused and looked down between Bianca's legs after removing my hands, I laughed.

I was slightly tanned while Bianca was fairly pale. Now, I could see that the entirety of Bianca's pelvis was several skin shades darker, smoothly transitioning back into her natural tone a few inches below her belly button. The shape of it was different too- the little bits of her inner labia that stuck out adorably were in a different position. My position. I glanced down to my own legs, where I could see Bianca's pale pussy in place of my own. Looking between us, it was like someone used Photoshop to cut and paste our vaginas onto each other and did a bit of colour blending to smooth out the edges. Bianca's eyes were wide.

"What the...?"

I grinned. "Looks like it works even with the same kind of genitals. Should we give them a test drive?"

Bianca's gaze whipped up at those words with a confused 'Huh?' My response was accompanied with a chuckle.

"I mean, we have to see if we can cum with someone else's junk, right?"