Liminal Lewdness Ch. 21-30

Author's Note:

I was planning on uploading this with the previous batch since I had them backlogged together, but Literotica wanted me to do them one at a time. Sorry for the wait. =)

Chapter 21: Test Swap (18+)

I didn't exactly give Bianca much of a chance to reply, but she also wasn't fighting back as I pressed a hand onto her chest and pushed her to lie down on the bed. She did, however, let out sputtering words.

"What- what are you- huh?"

"I've never eaten myself out before. Now I can see what it would be like."

Bianca gulped as the back of her head hit the blankets. She looked slightly confused when I started turning, but I could only imagine that look quickly turned to shock as I straddled her in a sixty-nine like the one we were- ahem- interrupted from yesterday. From this close, I could even see a difference in the pores of our skin- in the transition point from pale to tanned. It was fascinating. Her- or my, rather- pussy even smelled unlike yesterday. A little sweeter instead of earthy like Bianca's had been previously.

I felt Bianca shudder underneath me when I gave a long lick up the length of my slit. Right off the bat, the taste was noticeably different. It was just like when I would use Oswald the dildo and then clean him off with my tongue if I was still feeling particularly slutty. Except now, the sweet, almost sugary taste of high-elven lady-cum was even stronger since I was getting it right from the source.

Damn, no wonder people said that elves were a race built for sex. I was just a half elf and this shit was delicious.

I wasted no time before digging in. The only thing that made the situation better was the fact that Bianca instantly started moaning and bucking at my enthusiastic administrations. I gripped her thighs with both hands and held nothing back as I used my tongue like a shovel to ream Bianca's (my) depths. Of course, that was partly due to another, more selfish reason.

I wanted to see how quickly I could make Bianca cum.

After all, when dealing with someone on such a hair trigger as Bianca, it's only logical to see just how thin that strand holding them back is. Sure, I wasn't really trying to use my fingers to help me, but that wasn't even because of what happened yesterday. I was all but positive that if I didn't bend my fingers at too harsh of an angle while Bianca was cumming, then she wouldn't pop any more bones out of their joints. Right now though, I just wanted to do it with nothing but my tongue and lips.

It didn't take any more than twenty seconds before I could feel Bianca's stomach pulsing and rippling with the contractions of her climax. Her own hands gripped tightly onto my thighs, so much so that I'd probably bruise, but I didn't care. I would wear any mark Bianca made on me with pride. She moaned and whimpered, bucked and twitched, groaned and squeezed. I just kept licking. I suckled on her sex like a babe on a tit, and the reactions I got were nothing short of heavenly.

It took longer for her orgasm to finish than it did to reach it. That filled me with no small amount of joy, warming my heart until Bianca's heaving twitches receded into whimpers from my still-exploring tongue. I planted a kiss on her- my- folds and lifted my head with a grin.

"Yep, looks like we can still cum with swapped genitals. It also didn't end the skill, so I think it's time for some stress testing."

"... Huh?" Bianca sounded dazed. I only smiled harder.

"You might want to get comfortable, because I'm gonna be here a while."

I swiped a soft lick along the slit and went back to work as Bianca shuddered. This time, I was going for a different result. Talya and I had almost completely left Bianca out yesterday (even though it was Bianca's choice to stay out of it in the end), and I wanted to apologise for that. A quick, ruthless tongue-fucking wasn't the way to do it- I'll admit that much. I did it because I wanted to see just how quickly I could make the redhead cum. Now, I wanted to make sure she enjoyed the journey.

What had previously been deep diving and twisting with my tongue turned into gentle, soft probes. I enjoyed the taste of the inner walls as I slowed my pace to a crawl. In between my delves, I gave Bianca soft kisses around her pelvis and made sure to gently caress her thighs. She was moaning in response.

"O-ooh. That's... that's- haaahhh."

Those words, or lack thereof, made the biggest smile appear on my face. I gleefully continued my work. Getting to enjoy Bianca like this was delightful and I was enjoying every millisecond of it. However, something else happened that suddenly changed the entire mood of this ordeal.

I felt a tentative lick against my slit as Bianca lifted her face to meet my- or her, rather- sex. I was enjoying the swap, but I could only imagine what it was like for Bianca. She hadn't even properly eaten me out or fingered me yet, and now she was licking her own pussy. For a girl so hesitant and reserved about sex, this must have been throwing one hell of a wrench into the mix.

Still, it didn't stop the tingling pleasure from leaking into my core as Bianca awkwardly continued. I did as well, keeping my pace gentle but ongoing. Thankfully, Bianca seemed to gain confidence about the whole ordeal, or was merely learning to fight her inhibitions about it. She picked up her own speed slightly from hesitant licks to the same lazy, loving probes that I was performing.

Neither of us spoke, but that was probably due to manners since our mouths were full. It didn't stop the smile on my face as I eagerly continued to lap and suckle at the pussy in front of me- my pussy. Meanwhile, I was getting no small amount of pleasure from Bianca's own administrations in the land down under. She was almost mimicking me- doing exactly the same movements she felt me applying to her, and putting them back onto me. That made it seem even more like I was eating myself out. My pussy, my movements- it was doing something very special to my heart.

That was how we remained for a number of minutes. Me, laid flat on top of Bianca's muscular but feminine body, with both of us eating each other (and technically ourselves) out. I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Bianca's administrations started to falter after a while, but that was to be expected. After all, it would be hard to focus on properly eating me out when crawling towards the verge of her second climax. Her tongue became sloppy at best, falling behind for a few moments while she moaned in pleasure, but then remembering what she was supposed to be doing and diving back in with redoubled efforts. It changed my own experience from a leisurely stroll towards the finish to sudden, abrupt leaps. Three steps forward, one step back.

Unlike Bianca, I was at least able to keep the state of mind and maintain an unchanging pace while I suddenly approached my own climax. Bianca was clinging onto my thighs with her face buried so deep in my -her- pussy it seemed like she was a drowning woman and somewhere in the carnal depths was a pocket of air. That desire- no, that desperation from my partner? It meant that when Bianca clamped every abdominal muscle around my tongue and held me there while shoving hers as deep as it would go, I went off the edge right alongside her.

We shuddered and shook, using each other's bodies as leverage to help guide us through our convulsions. It was many moments of blissful pleasure while we simultaneously came on each other's tongues. Eventually, Bianca's body rippling underneath me ceased movement about the same time as mine. I pulled my face away from her sex and laid my cheek on her bare thigh to rest while we panted. I felt Bianca's head drop back onto the bed. The ensuing silence was only broken by our heavy breaths. It was a long while before I rolled off of her and pivoted around so we were laying shoulder to shoulder.

"Now wasn't that fun?"

Bianca hesitated, then gave a meek, blushing nod. I chuckled and looked down towards our stomachs.

"And the skill hasn't ended yet. Good to know."

That seemed to get her attention. Bianca propped herself up on her elbows and followed my gaze. "Uhh..."

I lifted a hand and brought it towards her pussy, stopping partway to silently ask for permission. Bianca gave a shaky nod. My fingers landed gently between her legs at the same time as they did mine, then I tried the skill again. As with before, we both shuddered at a flush of warmth that seeped through our abdomens. After no more than a moment, I pulled my hands away and saw that both of our nether regions were back in the proper places.

"Manual ending, good to know. Of course, it might also have other ending conditions we don't know about."

Bianca looked meek. I smiled and held her hand. "Hey, it's alright. There's nothing wrong with having some fun, so loosen up a little!" She went cross-eyed when I planted a silly kiss on her nose. "Now should we get ready for our day?"

In a handful of moments, I had finished pulling on my sundress when I looked over at Bianca. She was holding hers in her hands awkwardly. I chuckled.

"We can stop by your room so you can change into something else if you want."

Her eyes glanced up. "Please?"

A few hours later, we were back in one of the training rooms. Bianca was off to the side just like yesterday; black button-up shirt with rolled sleeves, long pants and a greatsword taller than I was, running through drills and various rune combinations while I continued down my own list of runes. Even though we were focused on our own activities, it left room for a surprising amount of casual conversation.

"So why do you think those two Glyphs evolved and not the others?"

Bianca huffed through her practice drill, large blade literally dripping with fire. Whatever rune combination this was- it seemed like the steel was producing napalm that launched forward from her movements and splattered the wall in front of her with smoldering liquid.

"Probably because you're using them more."

"Huh?"

Bianca sighed, wiped away the pair of runes on the blade, then let the tip of the sword rest against the floor.

"Engaging in dangerous situations, like Breaches, gives all Glyphs large amounts of passive evolution. However, using a Glyph or its skills also gives that Glyph evolution progress. The two Glyphs that evolved are based on seducing and sex, which you have done no small amount of. Given the fact that one of those Glyphs also makes it so that, presumably, all of your Glyphs evolve faster with sexual acts, it means that their progress is being doubled down in their most potent ways."

I thought for a moment. "A few sexy encounters evolves those Glyphs, but not the magic I've been practicing for two days..."

Bianca huffed. "The fact you evolved any of your Glyphs after two days is unheard of, and you didn't even clear a Breach. Stop complaining."

"Okay, okay. So Glyphs evolve faster when you use them. What about my Glyph of Empowering? Do I have to bond with more people to evolve it?"

She paused. "Perhaps. It could also be a case of the people you bond with use the bonus to evolve their Glyphs, and that gives your own Glyph progression. Either way, it's going to be evolving with Breaches and your other skill."

I went silent for several moments as I focused on the tedious process of preparing another spell and releasing the blast of water. I then logged the resulting rune as having no noticeable effect. Once more, I pivoted to face Bianca.

"I'm gonna talk with Talya tonight. Ask if she wants to join our team when we're ready to do our first Breach."

Bianca was quiet for a few seconds. "Alright."

"And that's okay with you?"

"... Yes."

"Okay, what's wrong?" I crossed my arms. Bianca faltered.

"Excuse me?"

A heavy roll of my eyes. "You're getting all quiet like you want to say something. What is it?"

She faltered words for a while, her jaw bobbing with no noise before sound finally emerged. "I... I want to be there."

"Pardon?"

"If she accepts, I want to be there when you tell her about... everything."

"I never thought about doing it without you anyway."

Silence for a few moments. "I... I appreciate that."

"Hey, we're a team now. That needs to mean something."

Both of us let the room fall still for a number of seconds. Eventually, I grinned. "Actually, why don't we go and find her now?"

"Excuse me?" Bianca's eyes went wide.

"Come on, we may as well approach her about the proposition for a team."

"You left out the part where we'll have to tell her that teaming up with us isn't a temporary deal. If she's in, she has to stay in."

"Honestly, we don't have to say anything of the sort."

Bianca furrowed her brow. "Of course we do. If Talya is going to join our team, we can't have her backing out a day after you two bond."

"I know that much, but there's nothing saying I have to bond with her right away, or even that we have to tell her anything until after she's positive she wants to stay with us." I grinned.

"We'll do a test drive. We go and put out the invitation to join us when you and I go do my first Breach, whenever that may be. We don't say anything else to her about any of my weird mojo, and we leave it as is. We do the Breach, figure out if she'd be a good fit for our party, and also let her figure out if she's interested in sticking with it for the long run. If the three of us are all on the same page after all that, then we can tell her about everything."

"That... seems like an oddly reasonable idea."

"Why is it odd that I have a good idea?" I grinned. Bianca's eyes widened.

"Err- I didn't... let's go ask Talya about the thing," she said, swiftly changing the subject. I could only roll my eyes in amusement. A matter of minutes later, the two of us were sat back in the upstairs lounge, across the table from Talya. I couldn't help but smile. Yesterday, the Navon-golm filled my pussy with a big, juicy creampie and now we were effectively offering her a business deal. It only made the humour of the situation harder to ignore when Bianca decided to take point on the conversation.

"Samirah and I have decided that the two of us are going to form a party once she is trained. When I decide that she's ready to embark upon her first Breach, would you be interested in joining us for the venture?"

"Hmm, the wolf is forming her team and wants me by her side?"

"No," Bianca said flatly, "We're not offering you a spot in the party. We're offering you a chance to tag along with us when we do a Breach so we may first determine if the three of us would even be suitable for an effective grouping. Afterwards, if there were no major issues, then we could discuss the prospects of letting you join our party."

Talya smirked. "Seems fair enough. I have no important plans in the near future, so a few days to take on a Breach should be more than easy to arrange on my end. I accept your offer."

I smiled and was about to say something, but Talya chirped in before I could. "Bianca, since you would be the only one of us three to have done a Breach before, what manner of preparations should we take while Samirah continues training?"

"I've already purchased all of the basic equipment that we should need, so anything else would be personalised. Weapons and armour, travelling clothes, that sort of thing. We can train together, to help learn what each other is capable of and figure out some early combinations that may be effective. In the meantime, I'll also share everything I know about the Breach during my visits. They change every time you enter, but any given Breach always follows the same general theme with the environment and encounters within."

"What's the 'theme' of this one?" I asked. Talya rested her elbows on the table.

"If I recall correctly, I believe the Breach outside the city has been named 'Wuthering Heights'. Assuming what I've read about it is correct, the entire Breach takes place in the branches of a colossal tree swarming with flying beasts."

Bianca nodded.

"You would be correct. Based on my ventures, the enemy variety tends to favour nothing bigger than a large eagle outside of special circumstances. There were sometimes harpies and once a peryton, but that was the extent. In all of my clears, the boss has been an avian Masumatra."

"Okay, cool," I bobbed my head, "I've heard of harpies before, but what's a 'peryton' and a 'Masumatra'?"

This time, Talya responded. "Peryton are a breed of winged elk. They're actually quite docile unless provoked, but I doubt that's the case in a Breach."

"Indeed," Bianca said, "They were extremely hostile and actively sought conflict. As for a Masumatra... are you familiar with Lycanthropes?"

"Werewolves and stuff? Of course."

"Good. A 'Masumatra' is a Lycanthrope that has a mutation unattributed to their lycanthropy and has given them mixed characteristics. For example, a land-based lycanthrope having gills and fins that allow them to live and operate underwater. In this case, it is a Masumatra with an avian mutation."

I furrowed my brow. "So that means..."

Talya chuckled. "The final boss of the Breach is a werewolf with wings."

Chapter 22: Wuthering Heights

Eight Days Later

My boots crunched softly against the gravel path. It had split off from the main road leading to the city of Frelos a while back, but at least it was still somewhat kept. According to Bianca, most of the Breaches in the world had been found and documented, and many have been made fairly accessible to those looking for entry. I gave my thanks to whatever labourers in the past cut the swaths of grass and laid down this gravel- the rainstorm last night already made the humidity close to a hundred percent. Having to trudge blindly through a meadow with four-foot-tall grass and muddy earth while sweating from every pore on my body would have been an actual nightmare. Instead, the walk was just sweaty. By the time the path finally ended, it was probably around three in the afternoon based on the position of the sun.

"This is the Breach? I kind of expected... well, more."

I looked with a raised eyebrow at the scene in front of us. A wooden fence formed a ring about eight feet in diameter and a painted sign hung from the closed gate.

Wuthering Heights

Recommended Promotion: 1+

Inside the ring was a rock- or technically a boulder, since it was larger than a foot in diameter. Not by much though, a few inches at most. It would have looked completely unassuming from any other grey, rounded, misshapen boulder in existence if it weren't for two factors; the fence deliberately circling it, and the thin lines of purple light that spiralled and swam over the surface in abstract patterns. Bianca rolled her eyes.

"And what is it that you were expecting?"

"I dunno, like a rift or a portal hovering in the air and looking all ominous."

"Sounds dramatic," Talya said.

"I know, right? That would have been so cool but here's a rock with tattoos."

"It is rather disappointing." The Navon-golm nodded her head. Bianca held her face in one hand and sighed.

"Both of you be quiet and let's just put on our gear."

Thankfully, none of us had to carry our equipment the whole way, and it was especially nice that we didn't have to wear it during the sweaty trek either. That was due entirely to the donkey and cart that Bianca rented and was now hitched to the fence surrounding the Breach. It had carried almost every scrap of our equipment on the way here. Well, everything except for Bianca's greatsword. She carried it by hand the entire eight-hour walk.

In a matter of minutes, the three of us were adorned in our equipment. I had a metal breastplate, bracers and shin guards all strapped over a thick and swelteringly hot padded suit of 'gambison', as Bianca had called it. It just felt like I was wearing four trench coats at the same time that were all a bit too tight. Talya was wearing the exact same thing, but I doubted she was as uncomfortable as I was. Navon-golm were effectively cold-blooded. While I was roasting in my armour, Talya was probably willing to put on two extra layers. Although why a person effectively made from stone needed armor anyways was beyond me. Better safe than sorry, I guess.

Bianca definitely looked much more equipped than Talya and I combined. After all, she already had all of her equipment ready and available- along with the training to not be hindered by excessive armor unlike Talya and I who only had the basics. A suit of gambison just like Talya and I, but instead of a few pieces of metal covering the important parts of the body, Bianca had full coverage everywhere. From her feet to her shoulders, Bianca was shining with interlocked steel plates like a royal knight. Furthermore, a gorgeous, dark brown fur cloak draped downward almost to her ankles. I couldn't imagine that would be effective in any capacity to fight with normally, but the skin of Bianca's first Breach boss apparently had some magical effect that increases her Strength and makes it less likely to act as a tripping hazard. Not to mention, wearing the skin of a werewolf made her look like an absolute badass.

"Put on your helmets and get those maces ready. Remember the plan?"

I nodded, securing the strap of my helmet under my chin. I probably looked like a dork trying to LARP for the first time. "You stay about fifteen feet in front to keep the attention of as many enemies as possible. I try to find openings where I can provide you cover with my spells."

"And I stand beside Samirah to hit anything that gets too close to us, since I shouldn't need to cast my spells very often." Talya spoke confidently, and for what may be the first time since I've met her, without any subtle seductive tones. This was serious- if the helmet she was strapping on didn't already make that point obvious.

Bianca nodded. "Since most of the enemies in this Breach are no more dangerous than meager birds, our armor should be more than capable of withstanding their attacks. Your healing is going to be best suited for anything larger that manages to get a lucky hit."

"The best healing is the kind you never have to use." Talya echoed. "I'd much rather go through a Breach feeling completely useless than utterly necessary."

"And that's why you should put some focus into learning how to properly fight with weapons, so that you can still be useful even without healing. Chances are, you'll probably end up getting a skill that gives you a magical attack eventually, but it's always good to have a fallback option. You never know when you'll run out of mana and still need to fight."

"I'll make sure to remember that." Talya smiled.

"You should as well, Samirah," Bianca said. "You can attack with your magic, but all your spells are much better suited towards range at the moment. If anything gets in close, you need to know how to either get it away from you, get you away from it, or put it down right there."

"Noted." I nodded. "Are we all ready for this?"

Both of the other girls looked at each other, then back to me and gave an affirming nod. I repeated the gesture. "Cool. So how exactly do we go inside the Breach?"

"Talya, hold Samirah's hand," Bianca ordered while putting on her helmet. Unlike mine and Talya's which were pretty much open-faced, Bianca's was fully visored and closed off. If not for her voice, there would have been no way to tell that the person underneath was female. After Talya grabbed my hand, Bianca spoke again- this time slightly muffled from inside the steel. "Samirah, hold my hand."

I did.

"Physical contact with your designated party is the way to ensure you get put in the same iteration of the Breach." Bianca slowly walked forward, leading Talya and I in a pseudo-conga-line. She unlatched the gate to the fence with her free hand and stepped inside the ring. Talya closed it behind her. Both of us turned our gaze to Bianca, expectantly. She paused, then audibly took a breath as she held one foot over the boulder.

"Let's do your first Breach."

Bianca stepped on the glowing stone.

Much like the outside appearance of the Breach itself, I was expecting things to be more dramatic when we entered. I was once again disappointed. There was no flash of light, no sudden convulsions, no feelings of being folded in half, no dream-sequence-harp melody to set the mood, nothing. The moment that Bianca's foot touched the rock, it forced a blink and that was it. We were somewhere new. The green of meadow grass turned to a much more vibrant shade that was shrouded in shadows and the blue sky vanished.

Looking up, I thought it was suddenly nighttime. What at first appeared to be stars turned out to be sunlight peeking through millions of teeny-tiny gaps in between leaves. Above our heads was the canopy of a tree, except that canopy could provide shade for the entirety of Port Lexin. Looking directly sideways didn't help much either. With the amount of branches weaving and twisting in truly unnatural ways amongst each other, it almost seemed like I was dead in the center of a forest that was also serving as one of those wacky mirror funhouses that distort reflections in goofy ways. Looking the other way, it was a solid cliff face. If that cliff face was made of wood, since it was the trunk of the tree.

What felt like a forest floor beneath my toes was actually a colossal branch the width of a city block with sticks, leaves, and decomposed foliage forming a thin layer of 'dirt' on the surface. The only way I knew that it was wood was because of Bianca's descriptions of the Breach. One massive branch spirals upwards around the trunk, and the end of the Breach is located in the werewolf's nest near the top. Generally, all we'd need to do is follow the wooden-brick road all the way up to the end, but the path does... branch off in a few places for shortcuts or alternative challenges.

"Oh my..." Talya's hand in mine squeezed just a little bit, obviously trying to remind herself that this was reality. It didn't feel quite right, though. Tearing my gaze from our environment to Talya, I was quickly shown why.

It felt weird to hold her hand, because I was holding her hand- not her thick glove. I didn't have my glove on either. In fact, neither of us were wearing anything at all. Every stitch of the gambison and every gram of the metal armor overtop was completely gone- like it had been wiped clean from existence. That also included our underclothes, meaning Talya and I went from armoured and ready for battle to completely naked in literally the blink of an eye. Even the maces that were buckled to our hips had vanished alongside every pouch and pocket we had. More importantly, something else was missing- something far more important than any article of clothing or piece of equipment. My other hand was empty.

Looking over, Bianca was nowhere to be seen.

Ariel heard the screech before her eyes even finished the blink. It was instinctual- dropping low to duck the swooping ambush attack and flinging her sword out to cleave the bird in two while her eyes were still opening. That was, until the decided lack of weight in her hands made her stumble. Her hands were empty? Where was her sword? Her armor was gone too- and so were Sam and Talya.

Shit.

A million thoughts tried to race through Ariel's mind, but there was a pressing matter that kept every one of them at bay. A second foe was bearing down on her and this one was significantly larger than the first. While the eagle was sweeping back up to come around for another pass, a huge, furred beast with cloven hooves and deceptively sharp antlers was letting out a high pitched call and pulling massive wings in to gain as much speed as possible.

A peryton right off the bat? That was decidedly rude, even for a Breach. Of course, it wouldn't be much of a problem if Ariel had her sword, and even less if she had her armour. Since neither of those statements were currently true, that meant this basic enemy was now a genuine threat.

Ariel rolled off to the side, just barely managing to miss the razor-sharp hooves by a matter of millimeters. When she came back up, the eagle was already swooping in with talons extended. Unfortunately for it, Ariel used the roll both to evade the peryton, and to wrench a baseball-bat sized branch free with a shower of splintered wood. That fluid motion was finished off with a resounding 'CRACK' of wood shattering bones as the eagle was sent careening into the side of the tree trunk.

The peryton was much slower to recover from a diving attack than the eagle, but that didn't mean it wasn't fast. The feathers of the eagle dislodged by Ariel's hit didn't even manage to hit the ground before the peryton was bearing down on her once more. She wasn't thinking about anything else other than her rune combinations. The movements of her thumb were barely a footnote in her mind as she idly drew a rune that audibly cracked the wood in her hand. The magic hadn't even finished entering the weapon before Ariel was hurling the branch like a javelin.

As she feinted a dive to the left, then leapt back to the right, the branch almost seemed to shed several layers in the air, leaving a cloud of sawdust behind. At the same time, Ariel felt goosebumps rise on her skin with tingling fingertips from the second rune she imparted. Although it would have been fantastic if the attack hit, Ariel wasn't expecting that to be the case. The peryton tipped one wing downwards and went into a partial roll to avoid the razor-sharp wooden spear chucked at it's head. That helped throw it out of the dive that was aimed right for Ariel.

What the beast obviously wasn't expecting, however, was the large gash that exploded down the side of its body even though the spear had sailed right past it. Furthermore, arcs of electricity sparked through the blood and fur that split open. With Overpower from her Glyph of the Warrior making some of the attack's effects still hit the creature even though it missed, it meant that the flying elk crashed and tumbled into the wooden floor with a cloud of leaves and sticks. It wasn't a serious wound by any means, but it was enough to catch the beast by surprise and force it to the ground.

Ariel didn't let it get back up.

Before it even had a chance to roll over and start beating its twenty-foot wings so it could get airborne, Ariel managed to leap onto its back and wrap both hands around one antler. It broke free from the skull with a sickening crunch, but was returned right away when Ariel shoved the thing into the side of the creature's head like a six-pointed shortsword.

After the convulsions and elk-y screams finally died down, Bianca stood from the corpse and took note of the situation.

She was alone, so the Breach had split them up. Were Sam and Talya together, or were they alone just like she was? If that happened and either of them got ambushed by a peryton just like she did, Ariel doubted their chances against it. The pit of dread in the stomach at the thought of Sam being impaled by antlers was suaded by the knowledge that while Breaches were deadly, they were still fair. Mostly.

She almost certainly got ambushed this way because the Breach knew she was a higher Promotion, but also skilled enough to deal with it. That didn't make the ambush any less of a harsh start, but it meant that Talya and Sam were probably okay.

Next, and most importantly, Ariel took note of her nudity. Sure, it was something she noticed immediately, but the threat kept her from putting any thought about it until the danger was over. Now that there were no hostiles bearing down on her, Ariel was astutely aware of the fact she was completely naked. The only thing she was wearing was a few smudges of dirt when she rolled away from the dives and of course, the blood that sprayed from the dying peryton. Ariel frowned.

She'd heard of parties being split up in Breaches before, and even having some equipment be temporarily stolen upon entry, but definitely not to this extent. Why did it take everything? Taking her healing potions and the bag of supplies was understandable. Taking her weapon was annoying. Taking her armour was despicable... but her clothes? If Breaches ever took anything from anyone, it usually meant that it was doing that to prepare them for some kind of challenge or trial designed for them. After all, Breaches did change based on who entered. Ariel figured that was the only reason that she'd never encountered any enemies with ranged attacks in this Breach. Everything already flew, so if they also had the ability to attack at range, it would destroy her ability as a melee combatant.

A bit of movement a few feet to her left caught Ariel's eye, dragging her attention with the possibility of attack. It wasn't a creature though, which made her lax. The movement was from the trunk of the tree itself- splitting apart vertically in subsequent lines while something else seemed to grow out of the ground.

When the additional challenge finished forming, Ariel gritted her teeth at the sight of her werewolf-skin-cloak hanging in a small nook in the tree the size of a closet. However, the tree also had thick bars of wood in front like a jail cell, locking the cloak out of reach. Already, Bianca knew that those bars would be deceptively strong. If she wanted her cloak, she needed to win it back by beating the challenge, which almost certainly had something to do with what rose out of the floor. Which was-

Wait a minute...

Ariel felt her cheeks getting red as the dots started to connect. Breaches changed based on who entered to provide appropriate challenges. She went in with Sam. Sam had three Glyphs pertaining to sex.

Oh. That's why it took my clothes.

The thing that grew out of the ground was a large, sturdy-looking mushroom the size of a coffee table, but it had an additional growth atop the green-and-blue cap. A thick, rubbery, mottled-brown tendril sticking about ten inches into the air. It had a bulbous tip with a small hole that was oozing some kind of viscous, clearish-green liquid, and drooped down a little under its own weight while gently pulsing. Ariel stared with wide eyes.

In order to win back her cloak, the challenge she needed to complete was... a plant dick?

Chapter 23: Wuthering Heights II (18+)

Ariel's eyes were locked to the extremely and intentionally phallic growth atop the mushroom, glaring at the way it weakly pulsed. This was her challenge? To win back her cloak? What... what was she supposed to do here? Surely she didn't have to...

It's a Breach designed for Samirah, she thought. I absolutely have to.

But what if she didn't? What if Ariel just moved on? Would she get her cloak back eventually? She wasn't sure. It could show up again in a different challenge later in the Breach. The Breach could give it back to her if they defeat the boss, along with the rest of their gear.

Then again, it might not. She was being given a clear, mechanically easy way to earn back the only magic item she currently cared about, and if she chose to pass it up the Breach might take it away from her. Period.

Did she need the cloak? No. She'd done this Breach without any Glyphs or magic items, and now she was Second Promotion. The cloak was nothing more than an extra buff. Granted, it was a really good buff, and Ariel would definitely miss it going forward. In fact, this version of the Breach might be the most dangerous one she'd been in so far, given the fact that she was Second Promotion and going in with two other people. The Breach would absolutely make it more difficult to compensate for that fact, at least a little bit. Ariel would be a fool not to do such a simple challenge so she could get back one of her most powerful tools and make this Breach easier.

Of course, that was the only reason she tentatively knelt down in front of the mushroom. Not because something in her chest was genuinely curious. She also wasn't biting her lip in anticipation- that was merely a trick that her mind was playing on her. Ariel slowly reached a hand forward and brushed a few fingertips along the side of the plant-y shaft. It was warm. A few degrees cooler than a person's skin should be, but far warmer than any kind of plant would normally be.

Ariel slowly wrapped her fingers around it. It was thick- so much so that her thumb and middle finger had a genuine gap between them. Partnered with the fact that it was only a small bit shorter than the handle of her greatsword, this faux-penis was a genuine monster. It was soft, too- very much so. There was rigidity and firmness to keep the shape, but it felt like most of the mass was squishy and pliable. Still, Ariel found herself lifting her hand for a gentle stroke.

The sound of shifting wood tore Ariel's attention upwards, towards the vertical bars blocking her from the cloak. They were growing in width and thus shrinking the space between the bars. At the same time, Ariel visibly saw her cloak being pulled backwards, further into the tree. She instantly stopped the movements of her hand, and the cell ceased movement as well.

One thing was obvious- she wasn't doing the challenge right.

Ariel looked at the plant-dick, then at her hand. Not a handjob? After several moments, Ariel cleared her throat, then shuffled her knees forward a few more inches until her bare chest was leaning over the mushroom cap. She used one hand to brush her hair behind her ear while bringing her reddening face closer to the growth and opening her mouth. Of course the horny tree wants me to give it a blowjob.

She hesitated for a small moment before giving an awkward, gentle lick at the tip. It didn't actually have much of a taste to it. She hoped that meant it was clean.

Ariel certainly wasn't an expert, but having this thing stick straight up in the air didn't seem like a good angle for her to suck it. It meant she had to arch her back and crane her neck so that she could gently, blushingly, ease her lips around the thick head. The sound of more wood moving snapped her eyes back upwards, while the first half-inch of the plant dildo was pressing into her mouth. To Ariel's surprise, the wooden bars weren't shrinking like she expected, but continuing to grow and pull her cloak further away.

She pulled back with a 'pop' that made her blush. Still not right? This was obviously supposed to resemble a dick, and even if the challenge itself included a puzzle of some kind, they were always supposed to be fairly clear with the instructions. Given the fact that this... thing was dropped right in front of her, and the underlying tones of what this Breach would entail, Ariel could only assume she was meant to pleasure the plant dick. Yet, that wasn't working. Not a handjob, not a blowjob. What else could it-

... Oh.

Ariel slowly turned her eyes back down towards the phallic growth and felt the heat in her face intensify by a factor of ten. As if to confirm her suspicions, it gave a slow, almost purposeful throb and sent a thin dribble of translucent green liquid dribbling from the slit at the tip.

Ariel quickly stood and backed away several steps. Giving a mushroom a handjob for her magic cloak was one thing. Sucking it off for her magic cloak was another. Actually having sex with the thing was... No! She couldn't do that! That was downright whorish! Ariel turned away, holding her face in her hands. She shuddered through a couple of shaky breaths and pivoted back around at the sound of more wood creaking.

Ariel could only watch as the cloak was slowly- so, so slowly- pulled deeper into the trunk of the tree while the bars gradually grew in size. It was moving so much slower than when it was notifying that she had been doing the challenge wrong, almost like it was teasing her. Dangling the bait in front of her face like a hook to a fish. Still, Ariel didn't move. She really liked that cloak, but she wasn't going to go this far for it.

The gaps between the bars shrunk even more. Four inches. Three. Two and a half. Two. One and three quarters. One and a half. One and-

"Wait!"

Ariel chirped up desperately and reached forward, as if the Breach would listen. Surprisingly, the wood stopped shifting. Ariel took several shaky breaths and stepped forward once more.

It's too good of a cloak to lose right now, Ariel told herself. That's why I'm doing this. Samirah and Talya aren't even here, so they don't have to know I did this. This will be my secret.

Ariel gingerly rested one knee on the top of the mushroom to test and see if it would support her weight. The surface was soft like a cushion, but seemed remarkably sturdy.

Of course it can support my weight. It was made for this exact reason.

Ariel couldn't keep the red off her face even if she painted herself blue. She scooched forward on the mushroom, bringing herself closer to the growth in the middle.

Fuck, why is it so big?

When it finally pressed against the front of her pelvis, Bianca shuddered at the thought of what was about to happen. The glistening tip reached almost all the way up her stomach and left a sticky strand of plant-precum a few inches above her navel. Surely the challenge wasn't to take the entire thing, right? Ariel doubted that was even biologically possible for someone like her. Maybe for Samirah and her half-elven-ness it wouldn't be an issue, but this thing was legitimately intimidating.

Still, Ariel needed her cloak back. She slowly lifted her hips and reached a hand down to guide the dick towards where it was obviously trying to go. It made her heart clench with how far she had to rise up before the squishy tip of the plant phallus nestled against her lower lips. This was the first time anything like this was going to happen. Ariel may have invited Sam to sleep with her this entire last week, and they may have had many... encounters during that time, but Ariel had never partaken in Sam's dildo. She'd watched Sam use it on herself multiple times- particularly while eating Ariel out, and Sam had even offered to use it on Ariel, but the redhead had refused. She still wasn't sure why.

I could have let my first 'dick' be with Sam, but I went and said no. Now I'm losing my dick virginity to a damned mushroom.

Ariel gritted her teeth and lowered her hips.

The closest resemblance to the sensation would be Sam's tongue. The mushroom-dick was incredibly squishy and soft as it eased a half-inch inside, and not completely unlike the half-elf's oral stimulation that Ariel had gotten quite acquainted with. Unlike Sam's tongue, however, this was far larger.

Ariel felt her lower lips spread wide around the intrusion, but it still wouldn't have been enough to take something this size normally. The fact that the plant-y 'flesh' was so pliable was the only reason Ariel made any progress whatsoever. It meant that it compressed and squeezed into Ariel's entrance for the first half-inch that she lowered.

Ariel had to fight off a chattering moan by biting the inside of her cheek. Sam's tongue and fingers were amazing, and although Ariel wouldn't say this was 'better', it was certainly 'different'. The way it spread her open with the promise of much more to come was causing the heat in Ariel's chest to become scorching. She leaned a little bit forward, bracing her hands against the top of the mushroom, and then ever-so-slowly started to sink her hips downwards.

The whine that escaped from her throat sounded pathetic even to Ariel's ears. One, two, three inches of plant penis gradually eased into Ariel's tunnel, stuffing her with a sensation that was completely alien, but oh-so nice. Already, this thing was deeper inside of her than Sam had ever gotten, and that only served to bring a new feeling into Ariel's core. The fact that the soft and squishy nature of this plant-dick made it conform to her tunnel and fill each nook and cranny along the way was just an added bonus. Of course, Ariel didn't have to worry about her hymen getting in the way. Any measure of moderate physical activity is likely to tear it open anyway, so there was no chance of any kind that Ariel's would still be intact after years of intense combat training. That barrier being gone didn't mean the dick was any easier to manage, however.

Ariel slowly rolled her hips forward, putting more weight onto her hands and letting two inches of the mushroom-dick slide free. Just that much sent shivers down her spine, which only shot back when she then lowered herself a second time. Ariel's labia slid along the shaft already wet with her juices and then another half-inch as she was halted once again by the size and a twinge of strain.

Another lift back until the bulbous tip was the only thing remaining before slowly sliding down to meet and beat her previous record. Then again. And again. And again. Ariel couldn't even register the fact that this was a challenge anymore- she turned it into one of her own. She wanted to take all of the plant-dick for no other reason than the fact that it felt incredible spreading her all the way open and clogging up her tunnel. Deeper and deeper, Ariel worked her way down the shaft, breaths growing increasingly more rapid and laboured as she did. Her fingers clutched the edge of the mushroom in front of her, and as stiff and sturdy as it was, the plant matter still tore under her grip while her knuckles turned white. That strain barely lasted any longer than that before her abdomen began convulsing in the ways that Sam had so expertly pulled many times before.

As Ariel came around six inches of mushroom-schlong, she also bit down on the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood. It was almost a shame that Ariel couldn't force herself to move anymore. She would have loved nothing more than to keep fucking herself through her climax, but even entertaining the thought made her wince at the overstimulation it would bring. Instead, she held still and shuddered with her chin tucked into her chest while her orgasm washed through her limbs in rolling waves.

When the aftershocks finally diminished, Ariel couldn't tell if she was horrified or pleased that the challenge hadn't been completed yet. The bars still covered the cloak and the dick inside of her was making no movements to sink back into the tree. All she could do was accept that she would have to keep going- as much as she both despised and salivated at the idea.

She pushed more of her weight downwards, no longer caring about the strain that started to pluck at her core. When she lifted back up the shaft slicked with her lady-cum, she slid right back down with intent to shove as much of this thing inside of her as she possibly could. Of course, the increase in speed and determination made the throbbing pleasure in her pussy rise by several degrees.

Slow and careful riding turned into purposeful and valiant fucking. Six inches turned into a lip-biting seven, then a toe-curling eight. By that point, Ariel was making noises more whorish than she could ever imagine as she rocked her hips forward and back, fucking several inches at a time in and out of her desperate pussy.

When she finally managed to rest her butt onto the warm surface of the mushroom, Ariel was barely cognizant. The bulk of the plant-dick inside of her was stuffing her more full than she could begin to comprehend. Every squishy inch was lodged up inside a tight, restricting tunnel that clung to it like a lost lover, and Ariel's hair was hanging in ragged strands on either of her face.

It was so much- way too much to handle, and yet Ariel somehow managed to do it. The throbbing buildup of pleasure in her core was barely peaking a second time, leaving Ariel on the verge of another orgasm. She wasn't even in full control of her actions anymore when Ariel lifted her hips several inches. That friction of squishy plant-dick inside of her was enough to push her over that edge. There was no reason to do anything more, but Ariel could help herself from slamming her ass back down onto the mushroom.

A gasping cry tore from her throat as her second climax washed through her system like flames over oil. She could feel her spasming walls clench tightly around the fungal shaft, rippling and massaging as she came harder than she ever had before. However, something was different. Ariel could distantly feel the faux-dick throbbing and pulsing inside of her, cumming at the same time she did.

Simply the repeated twitches of the dick as it came were what goaded Ariel's own climax to continue- each pulse sending a new wave of pleasure at the unexpected movement ten inches deep. Still, the flooding warmth brought no small amount of satisfaction as syrupy, sappy substance was pumped into her deepest depths. Throb after throb, the mushroom continued to cum inside of Ariel while she rode the high of her orgasm to the very end.

However, the pleasure never truly stopped. That was because of the consistent, seemingly unending twitches of the still-ejaculating fungal penis lodged all the way to the base in Ariel's carnal tunnel. Every pulse brought another shudder and another tingle through her abdomen, along with more plant-cum that was now squelching out from the gaps between the thick shaft and Ariel's pussy.

Ariel could feel it- it wasn't even coming out in spurts like a normal dick would. Instead, it was one unending stream of translucent, green, sap-like cream that sprayed against her cervix. It painted every millimeter of her insides over in coat after coat as she was thoroughly flooded, with every drop being displaced by new cum and forced out of her pussy altogether.

Ariel couldn't even find the idea to be amused at the sheer volume of liquid being pumped inside of her- just the sensation was sending all the right tingles through her body and making her toes curl.

By the time that Ariel finally felt the plant stop cumming, a gallon's worth of sap was spilling over the entire top of the mushroom cap and dripping onto the tree floor beneath. Then, agonizingly slowly, the dick began to pull itself free from Ariel's snatch. All she could do was shudder at the creamy, cummy friction of it sliding out of her and reverse-growing back into the mushroom it emerged from. When the thick tip wrenched free, it did with a squelching, wet 'POP' and a gout of warm, cloudy, greenish seed that joined the rest pooling atop the mushroom.

Ariel stood up on shaky legs and looked upwards. She hadn't even noticed, but at some point the wooden bars preventing access to her cloak had completely vanished, opening access to the five-or-so-foot deep nook that the werewolf skin was hanging in. Ariel barely managed to wobble over and lift it from the tiny branch it was using as a hook. Once she draped it over her bare shoulders and clasped the front, Ariel took note of her current state.

Completely naked aside from a werewolf--skin cloak, and a bucket's worth of plant cum coating her legs, her entire pelvis, and even wedged up into the crack of her ass- all of which had previously been deposited ten inches deep inside of her and forced out to make space for the lot still sloshing around inside.

Surely this wouldn't get her pregnant, right? Sam may have had a skill that prevented impregnation, but Ariel definitely didn't. Of course, plants and fungus normally didn't have any kind of 'cum' anyways, so surely the Breach simply fabricated that finish for some extra lewd machinations. If it singled Ariel out in particular for this challenge, knowing that she had no anti-baby skill, then there was no way any of the tree-sap-cum-stuff was fertile. Or if it was, could interspecies breed with humans.

At least, Ariel hoped. Since it was the consistency of syrup, it was already making her lower half uncomfortably sticky and adding the risk of a half-mushroom baby only added the rotten cherry on top. Still, there was nothing to do about it but hobble out of the hollow in the tree and set her sights back on the path upwards. She needed to find Sam and Talya. That is, until the sound of more creaking wood tore her attention to the side.

Every previous time that Ariel went through this Breach, the most amount of side challenges she'd seen in one iteration was three. Not only that, they were widely spaced out along the journey with hours in between them. Now, Ariel's eyes widened at another barred crevice in the tree opening up just like before. She gritted her teeth at the sight of sharpened steel glinting inside.

This time, the phallic growth did not emerge from a mushroom that grew out of the floor. Instead, it swelled out from the tree trunk itself about three and a half feet above the ground and hung horizontally. It was much smaller than the previous phallus- only extending about six inches in length and noticeably less thick. Still, the fact that it was just as obviously a dick as the previous one made Ariel's heart slam in her chest. Her face went red when a large leaf also seemed to grow in record time beside it with a distinctly un-plantlike design painted on the surface. The design was a pair of open lips and an extended tongue, along with a comical arrow pointing to the dick. Obviously, the Breach had gotten annoyed with Ariel not immediately understanding what to do with the previous challenge, so it gave her clear and very explicit instructions.

Ariel blushed but grumbled, walked over, and lowered herself to her knees in front of the mottled-brown erection. At least it seemed like the Breach was willing to give back the equipment it stole from her, piece by piece.

Plus, after what she just did to get back her cloak, sucking a tree's dick to win back her greatsword seemed like a pretty small price to pay.

Chapter 24: Wuthering Heights III

I'd been pecked at by birds if I ever got too close to them- Canadian geese were feathered little fucks. However, I had never been flat-out attacked by a bird until today. When the thing- it was either a vulture or a really, really ugly hawk- screeched from behind me and flailed wings and talons in my face, all I could do was scream and lift my arms to prevent an eye from being gouged while water sprayed from an abandoned spell.

Pain shot through my arms as razor talons tore through flesh. Not a moment later, I felt the bird get yanked back with a screech and managed to open my eyes just in time to see it rake claws uselessly against Talya's skin with nothing but the smallest of pale lines to indicate a dent. While she threw it to the ground and stomped the bird into a pile of red feathers, I turned back to the eagle I had been focused on and began casting a spell for a fourth time.

The first one missed- the second one just barely clipped its side but it still continued to fly around, and the third got interrupted by Metal Gear: Vulture. Now, I knew roughly how far to lead the shot, and also not to use the precise Heira. As it turns out, birds were really hard to hit with something that required high amounts of accuracy when I had no experience using it in combat.

Now, as mana flowed freely through the channel in my mind like a faucet had been opened, the pink light of the spell filled the circle with speed. I focused inwards, keeping my eyes on the bird as it looped around. Water element. Hoira. Blade. Drops of crimson fell from my outstretched hand but I kept my aim steady.

When the spell released, I could barely see the translucent semicircle blast forward like a two-foot wide axe blade. It misted at the edges, but magically kept the shape for ten, twenty, even thirty feet and beyond as it carved through the bird at four hundred kilometers per hour.

Some of it was a clean cut, but that didn't stop the eagle from... well, blowing up. After all, I'd seen videos of pressure washers cutting meat right off a drumstick- this was effectively a split-second pressure washer burst in a bladed shape with a magically-induced edge that held its shape after being fired. It probably had about as much effect on the bird as buckshot would.

When the cloud of feathers and red mist settled, I dropped my arms. "Really? Three different fights and they've targeted me every single time so far." Already, I could feel Talya's healing magic start to give warmth to my arms as scars and scratches pulled themselves together.

"Perhaps they know their talons won't do anything to me, so they don't bother..."

"Being a Navon-golm must be great. You don't have to worry when your armour gets stolen..." I grumbled and tried to wipe some of the blood from my arms. As with the aftermath of the previous two bird strikes, it only served to smear streaks of red over my skin.

Talya frowned. I could see the flecks of gray crust forming over most of her face. It had been spreading slowly for a while but now turned a concerning amount of her nude white skin to the colour of hardened slate.

"Actually, I do. I need it for warmth."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Warmth?"

She nodded. Even that seemed sluggish.

"We cool down with strenuous activity. It makes us harden, and that makes us slow and tired. If it wasn't so hot on the trip here, I would have needed to sit down and rest every half-hour or so."

She held up one of my arms, turning it in her hands and searching for more injuries. Despite the fact that both of us were completely naked, her gaze and movements remained completely professional. Her fingers were about the same temperature as a refrigerated dish.

"My body makes my magic stronger, but that also makes it more taxing. You've attacked with your magic over a dozen times in the last few minutes during these fights and you're doing fine. I've cast a healing spell three times and stomped a few birds but I'm struggling to stay awake."

I paused. "It's that bad?"

She gave a slow nod. "Sitting and resting for a while won't do much to help either, not without clothes to retain heat."

"Oh, well there's an easy solution for that," I grinned. Before Talya could question anything, I took a step forward and slid my arms around her to pull her into a tight hug.

Of course, it was decidedly unpleasant. Talya's cold temperature was like a system shock to my own skin- just like jumping into a cold pool. I gritted my teeth and pressed my cheek into the space between her breasts, trying to push as much of my body into hers as I could. Of course, the fact we were both naked was a nice bonus. I felt Talya chuckle.

"Are you using yourself to warm me up?"

"Of course not," I said. "I'm obviously exploiting the situation for naked hugs."

"At least you're being honest."

She shrugged, then wrapped her own arms around me and shuffled backwards to sit on a thick horizontal branch that almost seemed purposefully placed to act as a bench. As she took a seat, I slid onto her lap and laid my head into the crook of her shoulder.

"Comfortable?" She asked. I nodded and tightened my embrace. Yeah, she was cold, but I wasn't going to let something like that stop me from helping her out. Talya needed to warm up, and this was genuinely the only way I could think to help. Of course, I could always cast a spell with Lomu, but I wasn't entirely sure that a split-second blast of boiling-hot water would do much of anything. Talya let out a content sigh either way.

"Thank you, Samirah. This helps more than you know."

"I'm sure it does," I chuckled, wiggling my hips over an obtrusion that was becoming more and more apparent. "You don't seem very tired anymore."

She smiled. "I have a gorgeous little Tiger sitting naked in my lap. I could be fast asleep but you will always keep this part of me awake."

"Really? We've only fucked three times and you're already addicted to me?" I kissed the side of her neck. Talya laughed and rubbed my back gently.

"Four, actually. The changing room, the guild hall showers, the Blushing Reply after Vander painted us both during that modelling session three days ago, and then in your room yesterday when Bianca was doing some more equipment shopping."

"Oh, right. I forgot about the one in the showers."

Talya let out a long breath. The cold air tickled my ear. "Well, now isn't the time for number five. If the Breach split us up, then it's expecting us to reunite with Bianca at some point. Even if she's alone, she'll clear her path upwards much faster than we clear ours."

"Hmm..." I thought for a second. "Do you think she lost her stuff, too? I mean Bianca said that Breaches alter their challenges and encounters based on who entered, so it obviously took our weapons so that I would be forced to use my spells in a fight for the first time, and it took our armour so that you had to use your magic to heal the injuries I got."

Talya frowned. "If she was separated from us, I don't think there would be any point in taking her equipment. She could probably clear the entire Breach with her bare hands, so it wouldn't matter if it did or not."

I shook my head into her shoulder. Already, I could feel the smooth, stiff skin pressed up against my stomach was a number of degrees warmer than it started out. Even if being a Navon-golm meant Talya apparently had to rest constantly or risk becoming overcooled, at least she seemed to warm up quickly.

"That means she probably did get her stuff stolen- if for nothing more than to slow her down. Actually, now that I think about it, I think this is a punishment."

"A punishment?"

"Uh-huh. We tried to let Bianca carry us through our first Breach, and it split us up so we had to do it ourselves. Then, as an added punishment for trying to cheat our way through, it takes all our stuff to make it even harder."

Talya nodded slowly. "That does seem like a reasonable assumption. I still don't understand why it took our clothes. That seems very uncharacteristic in terms of what I've heard about Breaches."

I shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe it's trying to humiliate us for our attempt to let Bianca solo the Breach while we followed behind and acted like we were helping."

"Silly darlings, it's to make other things easier."

An eerie, feminine voice that definitely wasn't Bianca's made both Talya and I shoot our attentions upwards. By the time I managed to scramble from Talya's lap so we could both stand, a figure had dropped down from the branches overhead in a flash of movement and brown feathers before landing in front of us.

Another attacker, and this one was distinctly humanoid. A female torso and face, but thick black hair that was tangled and even sprouting a few mud-coloured feathers. From her shoulders and thighs, her limbs transitioned from smooth, tanned skin to raptor-like mottled yellow scales. She had unnaturally long fingers that looked like they had a few extra joints with razor sharp nails, avian feet with large and wicked talons, and huge brown wings that folded up against her back while she remained in her crouched landing position. A harpy, almost exactly like how Bianca described them- aside from a few immediate differences.

At least Talya was quicker to get into action than I was- she charged forward. After all, she was the designated 'tank' between the two of us since Bianca wasn't here. If she could force the harpy to back off, then I could try to take a few pot shots with my spells.

That wasn't what happened.

The first indication that something wasn't quite right with this encounter was definitely the fact that the harpy saw Talya running forward and rolled her large eyes like an annoyed babysitter dealing with an unruly child. The second was when she moved with blinding speed and counter-rushed Talya.

According to what Bianca said about the harpies, they were the least threatening enemies she encountered in this Breach aside from the random birds. They were slow and weak, but their danger came in the form of intelligence- kind of. They weren't completely brain-dead. Bianca wagered a guess that they had an equivalent ability to think and strategize as an extremely violent five-year-old. Of course, that wouldn't save them from being sliced in half with a greatsword or blasted with a spear of water, so Bianca addressed them as a 'low-threat enemy'.

Well, when the 'slow and weak low-threat enemy' sprinted faster than I could even comprehend and knocked the thousand pound-or-so Talya to the ground like Talya were a chihuahua trying to tackle a rottweiler, that gave the second indication that something was very wrong. The glowing pink light of the spell I started focusing on shattered as both of my wrists were grabbed and yanked upwards, hoisting me several inches into the air. Now that the harpy was directly in front of me and dangling me like a discarded toy, I could get a clearer view at some of the finer details.

Bianca described harpies as short, hag-like women. This one was almost nine feet tall and built like a classic portrayal of some foreign goddess of war. She was all lithe muscles and dark skin with a face that was distinctly inhuman. Long cheeks, large yellow eyes, and a small-ish mouth with a small nose- honestly she looked like a person and an owl got photoshopped together. Despite that, she was gorgeous in her own, odd way.

If there was one thing Bianca told us about harpies that hadn't been immediately proven wrong, it was the lack of clothing. Harpies were nude, but since they were supposed to be all wrinkly and hag-gy and disgusting, there was no sexual appeal about their nudity. Well, this harpy was extremely tall, muscular, toned, and gorgeous, so having her naked right in front of me gave me one hell of a view.

Her tits were massive- but that was partially due to the fact that she towered multiple feet over me. I guessed that if I took many steps back and judged her from a distance, they would look like standard, moderately-large boobs in proportion to her body. However, they were impossibly perky, perfectly smooth, and had beautiful nipples the colour of chocolate against her caramel skin. Looking down her athletic body, the 'V' of her pelvis ended with a humanoid cock that was hanging flaccid. Even in that state, it was at least as big as a fully-erect Talya.

Her hands would have already been large with her sheer size, but her fingers were on another level altogether. It looked like they had two or three extra joints, and all ten fingers extended well over a foot and a half away from her palms and were topped with four-inch blade-like nails. In fact, the length of her fingers meant one hand wrapped all the way around both of my wrists held above my head and looped back around for a double-wrapped grip. Her other hand snapped back in a blur of movement and clasped directly around the throat of Talya who started running back in to help.

With the way I was being carried by my arms- my feet dangling about four feet off the ground, it left my entire body open for her gaze. She was not subtle about it in the slightest. The harpy was glazing over my entire body with her eyes like I was the juiciest steak in the store. She even licked her lips. Before I could even begin to squeak out some pathetic way of saying "Please don't eat me", a bit of movement down below caught my eye.

She was getting hard.

Her cock was quickly and purposefully swelling, the bulbous head starting to peek from the hood of her uncircumcised foreskin. Eight inches turned into ten, then twelve, then fourteen, and continued beyond that while her eyes drank hungrily of my body. Suddenly, things started to shift into place.

Bianca said that Breaches change based on who enters. I had originally attributed the lack of weapons and armour as some additional challenge or even a punishment for trying to 'cheat the system' with Bianca. Somehow, I never even conceived the thought that Talya and I being naked might have something to do with the fact that I had multiple Glyphs and skills relating to sex.

Bianca also said that Breaches and their challenges tend to have specific 'paths' or 'styles' to take when completing them. For the challenges in particular, trying to go against it or take a different method other than intended would often make it several times more difficult, if not impossible to complete.

Right now, this harpy was openly ogling my naked body, licking her lips, and getting erect. Meanwhile, she was rather effortlessly incapacitating both Talya and I on her lonesome- by holding me in the air and unable to use my hands, and choking out Talya who was coughing and straining against a grip that seemed impossible to break.

"I don't know why the first instinct is to fight," the harpy said in a deep, sultry voice. Oddly enough, it carried the twinge of a Swedish accent- all pitchy with pronounced vowels. "There are much more interesting things we can do."

"Sorry," I said quickly. "We thought you were trying to kill us."

"Not unless you make me, dearies."

With the way that things were piecing together, I doubted that I would have needed Entice. Still, the physical contact requirement for the persuasive skill was more than completed with the way she was holding me in the air.

"Well if that's the case, would you mind letting us go? I can't suck your dick properly if you're holding me up here."

She smiled. "Exactly what I was thinking."

The harpy released her grip around Talya's neck, who promptly fell to her knees while clutching her throat and coughing. That made my heart clench in my chest. On one hand, it meant that my immediate suspicions about the 'proper' way to deal with the harpy were correct. As long as we 'battled' with sex, we wouldn't have to actually fight the monster girl that tossed a Navon-golm aside like a sack of potatoes. On the other hand, the absolute bitchbreaker between her legs made a constant bolt of fear spark through my head. It brought a new meaning to the phrase 'hung like a horse'.

Meanwhile, she gently lowered me until my feet were back on the ground and let go of my wrists. I ignored the need to rub circulation back into my hands and took a step forward towards the harpy. My face was almost perfectly in line with her stomach, meaning I could grab the eighteen-or-so-inch long cock pointing towards my throat with both hands and heft it a few inches to start licking the tip.

I needed to move quickly, and for a mixture of reasons. Part of it was out of fear for what this monster of a woman would do if I didn't start right away. There was also the fear of what she would do if I didn't do a good job at pleasing her. Then there was the simple concern over her size, but if I didn't let myself think about it then I couldn't psych myself out. Like swimming in a really cold pool- it's easier to dive in headfirst than to inch your way to the deep end. As for the rest of the emotions?

Pure, unrequited need.

I remembered when Mom talked to me about the 'birds and the bees'. Elves were a race literally built for sex; the evolutionary reason being something about all the fae races only existing on a single island in the Jurshi Archipelago before the rest of the world discovered them. Since every hybrid race has difficulties conceiving amongst themselves, the honour on that island ultimately fell to the elves. They were the intermediary breeders of over a dozen different races for all of their continued survival.

Among those races were gnomes, faeries, satyrs, leprechauns, and more. However, the notable standouts were centaurs and trolls. Very large genitals (whichever set they may be), very low virility, and very high sex drives ended up gene-coding a size kink into every elf in existence, who were also gene-coded to fuck literally everything at the drop of a hat.

Yeah, almost nobody could ignore an elf asking for sex, but that went both ways- especially if the person asking was packing heat. A nine-foot tall harpy with a dick the size of a centaur's? Just wrapping my hands around it made my heart rate skyrocket, and licking the extra-thick tip sent desire searing through my chest like molten metal. From the side, Talya let out a wheeze.

"Wha-" cough "What?"

I didn't stop, still suckling at the colossal cock in my hands. Just holding the foot-and-a-half pillar of dick was making my head numb. It was amazing- less than ten seconds ago, I was held up by my arms and offering a blowjob in the hopes that Talya and I wouldn't be brutally dismembered. Now, after just a few licks, my vision was so narrowed on the pinnacle of virility held in my grasp that Talya became background noise. I didn't realise that Talya asked her one-word question until the harpy chuckled.

"Having trouble putting it together? Let me spell it out for you." The harpy wrapped one massive hand around the back of my head and pulled me so that an inch and a half of her length speared between my lips. My jaw was spread so wide that it was a genuine risk of dislocation, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of your little girlfriend here until I dematerialise. Either that, or I kill both of you and then go hunt down that oldblood friend you came here with and give her the same offer."

The harpy looked down at me through the gap of her cleavage and twitched some muscles to make her massive shaft jump- making me rise on my tiptoes to go with it since I couldn't even conceive the idea of letting it slide out of my mouth. She smirked while I started to drool.

"So, do we have a deal?"

Chapter 25: Wuthering Heights IV (18+)

The harpy's skin was as tough as a well-done steak but it certainly didn't taste like one. Thankfully, she seemed clean... ish. I wouldn't have been able to care even if she was unwashed and completely vile, but that luckily wasn't the case. There was a hint of sweat and more than a little musk that I smelled as much as I tasted, and that alone made my head spin.

I let out a whorish moan as I pushed forward and sucked as much of the unnamed harpy into my mouth as I could. Her cock was like a hardened steel bar covered in dense meat. While one hand continued to stroke at the shaft, the other went down and under to feel her balls. God, they were huge. Easily the size of a grapefruit each, and just as heavy. They were veritable factories of harpy cum and it sent a jolt of tingles through my body at the thought.

I want her to fuck me.

Of course, having that happen would mean taking her dick out of my mouth, and I wasn't nearly ready enough for that. I took a small step forward to sink a few more inches past my lips and felt her huge tip pressing against my throat. It was amazing- she was so tall that I could suck her dick while we were both standing. All I needed to go was give a tiny hunch in my back and it put me at the perfect level to take her thick, colossal pillar of virility.

I was barely aware of Talya slowly rising to her feet. "A Breach monster... doesn't want to fight?"

The long fingers wrapped around the back of my head tightened and pulled me further down, causing the harpy's large head to slide into my throat with a bolt of pleasure so potent it may as well have been adrenaline injected right into my veins. Thankfully, my elven biology seemed more than up to the task of throating a dick the size of a horse's- something that should have been impossible for any normal person. The harpy let out a low grunt.

"Mmm, that's a good whore." I couldn't see how her eyes flicked over to Talya- I was too preoccupied. "To answer your question, no. I love to fight. I love dying. I've been fighting and killing and dying for centuries. There's no rush quite like a battle to the death. It's all I've ever cared about for my entire existence. As soon as you two and the oldblood entered, though..."

She made a noise like a throaty growl, or maybe a purr. Either way, it vibrated the cock in my throat and I drooled like a helpless whore- which I was.

"Oooh, I could get used to this. It's like I was dreaming and now I'm finally awake. There's all sorts of feelings I've never had before."

I couldn't make sense of her words, I was too busy lavishing in the feeling of a second hand wrapped around the back of my head and applying more pressure. I could see the harpy's pelvis getting closer and closer as more inches forced into my distended throat.

"What do you mean, 'you love dying'? You've died before?"

"Wow, you're made of stone and I still didn't expect you to be this dense." Another inch. "We're part of the Breach. It makes us regenerate so we can die for our purpose over and over again. Killing or being killed, either way our purpose has been served. Now if you could please shut the fuck up, I'm trying to enjoy this here."

Another inch. I now had double-digits lodged between my lips- about half the length- and drool was leaking down my chin. That didn't stop the harpy. Her grip on my head tightened securely and she pulled me backwards about a third of the way. I coughed and gasped as my windpipe was cleared, but instinctively whined at the lack of dick. The harpy laughed.

"Damn, this whore is something else. That's some good stuff."

She yanked my head forward, also causing me to take another step towards her. Both of my hands went down to rest on her thick, powerful thighs. I could only gurgle and choke in pleasure when a foot of monster dick crammed down my throat.

"Oh yeah," she groaned. "I'm gonna have some real fun."

She may have been somewhat slow and gentle at first while shoving two-third of a leg down my windpipe, but that was as far as that went. The harpy yanked my skull back, wrenching half a foot of dick free before unceremoniously plowing it right back in. Then she did it again. And again. And again.

Cockmeat jackhammered in and out, making me sputter and cough in protest. Not that I was actually protesting. I let my eyes roll up in my head and tried to keep my throat open in the way I instinctively knew how to do. Deepthroating Talya was already an experience- she wasn't a small girl down there. This left a heat in my chest and a dripping down my legs that I'd never experienced quite this hard.

Actually, the closest resemblance would have been that elf on the ship when I woke up in this world. Tabitha? Tracy? I couldn't even properly recall the name right now- I was too busy trying to choke down gasps of oxygen when the harpy's log backed far enough out of my neck to allow airflow. Either way, this was a roughness I hadn't properly experienced since that first morning, and this was only using my throat. If I wasn't already drooling all over myself, I would have started at the thought of what the harpy would do with my pussy.

"Samirah? Are you okay?" Talya's voice was tentative and worrisome. Sure, she'd been on the 'rough' side during some of our sessions but there was a difference between 'rough sex' and a 'complete disregard for the well-being of a partner'. It was all I could manage to gurgle out a cock-drunk moan and lift a hand to make a thumbs-up.

I didn't have to worry about my knees starting to give out, since the harpy was holding me up. I could drop my hand between my legs and start furiously rubbing while I was used like a dangling fleshlight. The sensation only got better as the harpy slammed more of her junk past my lips with every thrust. Soon enough, the downstrokes went from leaving a foot of meat in my esophagus to an inch beyond, and another inch after that, and another after that, and yet another.

Spit, saliva, and extra-salty precum was bubbling and dripping out of the corners of my mouth with a horrendously sloppy noise every time the harpy shoved in. The fact she was roughly face-fucking me and yanking my head back and forth along her lengthy shaft also meant that the strings of liquid were swinging and splattering all over both of us. It was running down my chest in thick streams and tears of both bliss and strain were leaking over my cheeks.

Her rippling pelvis was getting so close I could almost taste it- literally. I wanted it so bad. The heat scorching through my entire core begged for it like a drowning woman to land. Meanwhile, the hand not on the harpy's thighs was rubbing something fierce in the land down under and sending throbs through my abdomen only amplified by my oxygen-deprived, cock-drunk haze. When the tip of my nose started pressing up against the harpy's muscular pelvis with each rapid thrust, I could only let out a gurgling, pathetic, happy noise and let my fingers bear down on my clit like a four-level vibrator set to level nine.

While I shamelessly rubbed myself to the most intensely unique orgasm yet, the harpy never stopped her relentless, ruthless throat-fuck. Every second, the harpy bottomed out again and let the tip of her massive cock reach my stomach before yanking it right back to plunge in the next second. Every second, I made a pathetic noise and sank deeper into my climax while I was used like nothing more than a half-elf-sized throat pussy.

The harpy let her head roll back and gave another of those strange purrs as if she were getting some gentle sloppy-toppy and not a body-racking, eighteen-inch throat annihilation. That was the only indication I got before her grip tightened and a foot of dick started writhing like a python having a seizure.

When the first blast of cum came forth, it was just that- a blast. Like someone shoved a power hose down my throat and pulled the throttle. It was thick, it was hot, and it was powerful as it poured into me in a long, two-second stream. I couldn't even taste it since it was deposited all but directly into my stomach.

And then the second rope happened. Then the third.

By the fifth river of cum that scoured the walls of my guts clean like a pressure washer, I was already choking. Granted, I already had been choking due to excessive meat in my airway, but I could still take teeny-tiny breaths during the administrations. Now that liquid was being added to the mix, those 'teeny-tiny breaths' turned into gargling coughs as cum swept into both my stomach and my lungs. It didn't help that the harpy never stopped moving even while she dumped an unruly amount of fluid down my esophagus. It was a windpipe-bruising throat-fuck that also doubled as a form of waterboarding torture.

I couldn't begin to put into words how much I loved it.

Soon, I started to be able to taste the harpy's cum, since it was bubbling back up my throat and into my mouth every time I coughed. It was extremely bitter but I didn't care. It was cum being pumped from a big, throbbing dick and that was more than enough for my whorish tastes. I swallowed as much of it down as I could, filling my stomach with the high-fructose porn syrup and also letting the movement of my swallows continue to milk her throbbing shaft. Still, a good amount spilled out from around my lips and dribbled down my chin, neck and chest.

I let out a wet, cummy moan as the harpy buried herself to the base of her impressive cock and held herself in my throat for the last dredges of her unreasonable climax. My vision was going black at the edges when she finally let go of my head. Of course, that meant I lost the only thing properly holding me up since I'd lost control of my legs. My knees buckled and I dropped completely. It caused the still-hard foot-and-a-half of girlcock to slide up and out of my mouth with a gout of cum.

Talya caught me before I hit the ground and I could only clutch onto her with weak arms as I hacked what felt like a gallon of creamy seed onto the dirt.

"Oh, I needed that," the harpy said. She smiled, reached her long arms above her head and leaned backwards in a stretch that looked all-too-satisfying. That also helped to make her cum-covered cock stick outwards like a spear of virility. When my vision started to regain focus and I instinctively licked the cum off my lips, I looked up to see the harpy grinning down at me.

"That was a good start. Let's keep going."

She bent down and wrapped one massive hand around my bicep. I let out a surprised yelp as I was yanked into the air and pressed against something hard. That 'something hard' turned out to be the harpy's flat, muscular stomach. Not all of it was hard though- my face was pressed right in the huge valley of her cleavage. Instinct kicked in and I pulled my head back to suckle at a dark nipple.

"Ooh, getting into it. I like that."

Her other hand wrapped firmly around my entire midsection to hold me in place, then the one on my arm released to go lower. My heart nearly leapt into my cum-coated throat when I felt the tip of her cock nestle into the crook of my lower lips. I foolishly thought that she would have been gentle to start, like she did when cramming her dick down my throat.

Oh, was I wrong.

I squealed as the harpy's grip on my stomach tightened and she forced me downwards onto the length of her shaft with no preamble or warning. The worst part was that the action of being yanked downwards like that pulled me out of reach of her lovely breasts. That meant I had nothing soft and squishy to lose myself in as the harpy shoved every inch right to the hilt until my pelvis slapped against hers.

I saw stars.

All I could do was scrape fingers against her tough skin in an attempt to get purchase on anything- anything at all. My toes curled at the cervix-bruising pillar of dick now buried inside of me and my legs wrapped around her as far as they would reach. After all, if I didn't hold on, the only thing holding me off the ground would be the third leg shoved up my snatch and the single hand wrapped around my midsection.

Not that it mattered, since any grip I had was torn away when the harpy lifted me back up just as quickly and slammed me down again. And again. Then a fourth time.

"Fuck, that's a good pussy..."

The harpy cooed as she shamelessly used me like a living sex toy. Meanwhile, I was putting every ounce of focus I could manage to avoid biting my tongue off while I screamed. It was too much to manage. Every little bump, ridge, and vein massaged my inner walls at a speed that wasn't reasonable for any living creature. The harpy simply thrusted each time she pulled me downwards, just like if I got a bit enthusiastic with my dildo. She even leaned backwards and rested her other hand on her hip as she literally masturbated using my extra-deep-and-extra-stretchy elven pussy.

"Oh! Oh my- aagh!"

I squeaked out whatever sounds I could as I was stuffed to the brim with far-too-many inches of dick. When it slurped out with obscene noises and a mixture of our juices, I whined at the absence. Those whimpers turned into gasps when I was abruptly filled all the way back up with a dick that felt even bigger than it looked- and it looked as much the monster as the harpy was.

I could barely comprehend Talya standing off to the side with wide, solid blue eyes. She didn't seem to know what to do- with me being senselessly railed by a futa monstergirl almost twice my size. At the very least, I could see her stiff erection sticking forward. I couldn't blame her- I would have been turned on seeing me getting pounded, too. Is that narcissistic? Absolutely. Did I care? Not at all.

All I cared about was the massive shaft disappearing into my lower lips, and it was orgasm-inducing. I could only look down, watch her meat get gobbled up by my hungry pussy, and feel my insides spasm hard. A throaty scream pulled from my lips as I came around her cock like I was climaxing for the first time in my life.

I bucked my hips into her instinctively as the harpy drove her cock up into me over and over again. It was a ceaseless pounding that made my mind feel like it was melting almost as much as my body. If my abdomen had any more heat flushing through it, I would risk bursting into flames.

Sweat was pouring down my brow and leaking into my eyes- it stung but I couldn't care. The only thing that mattered were the many inches slamming into my aching core- never slowing and never pausing.

"Oh, I wish I could have had some of this energy a long time ago. This is so much better than regular fighting."

At least she was cognizant enough to talk. My eyes were watering and I was trying to stay conscious through the agony of bliss. Proud, athletic hips scooped forward to collide our pelvises with loud, fleshy impacts. Even her huge balls were swinging forward with enough momentum from the speed of her thrusts to slam into my ass with each cunt-bruising stroke.

Every limit that I thought I had became a mere afterimage in the face of what was happening. I had thought that Talya was the peak of the thickness I could handle. I had thought that the elf on the ship was the longest possible dick I could fit inside of me. For both of them, I had been so incredibly wrong. This random, unnamed harpy blew both of them completely out of the water and informed me that the limits I thought I had reached before were actually just a 'warning' sign. A sign that could be ignored- a sign that could be surpassed altogether by a force of nature with an eighteen-inch cock.

A second and third orgasm ripped through my body like a torn tendon by the time that the harpy's breathing finally became laboured. Once again, that was the only warning. Also identical to her previous one, the harpy didn't stop fucking when she came. She did, at least, slow just a smidge.

Every time she bottomed out and her thick head collided against the barrier to my womb, it was accompanied by a long hose-down of thick, paste-like cream. My mind went blank. The pressure of liquid spraying against my cervix at such high speeds set my nerve endings on fire and made my body tighten in yet another trip over the peak. Because of her movements, I couldn't even wrap my legs around her for stability- I was left dangling with twitching muscles and zero control of what was happening while I was flooded with obscene amounts of monster girl cum.

It was nothing but warmth and virility pumping into my deepest depths as her cock throbbed with pulse after pulse. Just like when she dumped her load down my throat, there was only so much space for it to be stored inside. Actually, there was less. A womb is a lot smaller than a stomach.

It spilled out freely and nigh-uncontested from where our nethers were joined, doing so with squelches and all sorts of sloppy sounds. I could feel it running down my legs and dripping from the bottoms of my feet. It would make one hell of a mess, but that was the least of my concerns right now.

When the unnamed harpy finally lifted me far enough for the head of her cock to pull free, it did so with the lewdest of possible noises and even more virile seed slopping down my thighs. She didn't set me down on my feet, though. Instead, she turned me around so that I was facing out towards Talya and lined herself up once more.

"Ugh, I can't get enough..."

I couldn't even bring myself to say 'no more'. I felt numb. My mouth was dry and my body wasn't fully responding as I tried to shake my head. Thankfully, bless her, Talya's eyes widened and she stepped forward.

"No!"

The harpy paused. I couldn't see the look she gave Talya, but I could see the Navon-golm's reaction as her hands started shaking. A low growl purred from behind my ear. "What did you say?"

Talya gulped.

"She can't take it anymore. Look at her- she's barely conscious."

"And that was part of the deal," she snarled. "I fuck her until it kills me, or I kill both of you."

"You're already killing her!"

The harpy's response came partly in the form of a strained cry from me as I was lowered firmly onto her cock. All I could do was reach my hands back and try to grab at her forearms. It felt amazing, but it was too much. The harpy purred in pleasure again. Talya took another step.

"Please, stop!"

A wince of pain emerged as the harpy's grip tightened around my midsection, causing her blade-like nails to draw thin red lines that started to drip down my skin. "I'm not giving up this pussy."

Talya stammered, but I couldn't even comprehend that. I was trying to deal with the bitchbreaker dislodging all the cum shoved into my depths.

"Err... fuck me instead!"

If I could see from Talya's perspective, I would have been aware of the way that the harpy stared her up and down, took a long, unimpressed look at the tool between the Navon-golm's legs, and scoffed. "I don't think so."

Another thrust that sent me reeling. Talya stepped forward once more- she was right in front of us, looking up at me with worry in her face. She even grabbed my arms and stared right at the overpowered harpy.

"Please, I'm more durable than she is. I can take it- she can't!"

With a movement that made me squeal, I was yanked off her cock altogether and held loosely in one hand like an oversized McDonald's toy. She leaned down and snarled at Talya. "I already said; I'm not giving up this pussy."

Something twanged in my mind. Talya was trying to hold me up even as I was held in the massive bird-woman's grip. I tried mumbling something but the words didn't quite come out. Talya leaned in, concerned.. "What? What is it?"

"Yuh- yooo... take?"

She seemed uncertain, but she nodded resolutely. "You can't anymore. I won't let her."

"And what are you gonna do about it?" The harpy smirked and dangled me in front of Talya, teasing her. I knew Talya was going to answer with something, and based on the harpy's personality so far, it probably would have ended with both of us in multiple pieces. I stopped Talya by weakly raising one hand and placing it on her cheek. I wanted to ask; "Do you trust me?"

What ended up coming out sounded a little bit more like "Doo... doowu tuss?"

Talya paused, then nodded. Whether she actually understood me or not wasn't even part of the question at this point. As mind-breakingly amazing as the harpy was, I knew that I literally wouldn't survive this on my own.

It genuinely left a pain in my chest to do it- to subject Talya to this. But, she offered out of sheer concern for my well-being. Not to mention, she didn't even have the proper equipment for it. She would almost certainly have to take this monster up the ass, an act that I was pretty sure where Talya had no interest being on the receiving end- and that was with regular sized tools. Something like this? Forget permanent damage- that was more likely to kill her than anything else.

The least I could do was let her use the proper hole.

I reached down to both of our nethers, and for the first time since that initial test with Bianca, used Genital Swap.

Chapter 26: Wuthering Heights V (18+)

I wasn't quite able to comprehend the reactions, since Talya backed away in surprise at the same time that the harpy dropped me to the ground. I collapsed from lack of energy, but shuddered at the sensation of my pelvis morphing and growing. It was far more intense than when I swapped with Bianca last week, and it was absolutely because the change was more... well, more. Swapping one pussy with another required much less reorientation than swapping one for a dick.

"What the... what did you do?" The harpy sounded concerned while she watched a pale, stony, and uncomfortably heavy cock grow between my legs.

I pushed myself up on one arm. Already, I could feel my mind clearing from the haze of evolutionary lust in the afterglow of such violently powerful orgasms- and no longer being impaled on a foot and a half of dick, obviously. Just the knowledge that she was 'done' with me for this one specific moment let normal thoughts seep back in. I felt like a sleeper agent that got triggered to activate as soon as I touched her cock and now I was going back in disguise. It was disorienting, to say the least.

"You... you said you weren't giving up my pussy." I pointed towards Talya who now had a distinctive lack of dick between her legs. Instead, her off-white skin darkened to my tanned, fleshy shade around her pelvis- to which she was staring in astonishment. It was even dripping with the harpy's cum while swollen and coloured an uncomfortable-looking shade of red. "She's got my pussy now."

Talya took a glance towards me with wide, confused eyes, then back to the harpy that stepped towards her. "Uhh..."

"Doesn't matter to me," the harpy said, "as long as I've got a hole to breed."

The Navon-golm took one last look at me, lying on the ground panting. There was no telling what she was thinking, since I just whipped out magic she'd probably never even comprehended before to rearrange our junks, and basically handed her over to a Breach monster that was more interested in fucking than fighting. Everything was almost definitely getting turned upside-down in terms of what she knew, but I could only watch in amazement as she stood up a little straighter. She steeled her gaze towards the harpy and spoke with the confidence I recognized as the kind I would use to avoid showing how scared I was.

"Do your worst."

She probably shouldn't have said that.

In less than a minute, Talya had her back pressed up against the trunk of the tree and was making vaguely french-sounding screams as she took the harpy in a pussy she had no experience with. It was one hell of a test drive for some brand new equipment, but Talya was taking it like a champ. Or, as well as anyone losing their genital-swapped virginity to a horse-sized dick could take it. In other words- she was still conscious.

I was sat back against a branch, desperately catching my breath and wiping the sweat from my body. It mixed with some of the streaks of blood on my arms left over from the earlier bird attacks, as well as the dribbles running down my stomach from the harpy's nails. Thankfully, the cuts were shallow enough that the bleeding was already slowing.

As much as I was enjoying the ability to rest for a few minutes, I naturally couldn't keep myself from glancing down between my legs at the new package resting there. For one, it was heavy. Probably the only reason it didn't hurt from existing was because the skin around my pelvis smoothly transitioned into the dense stone. If it was a clean seam, then the weight tugging against my normal skin wouldn't just be uncomfortable like right now, it would be genuinely painful.

At least that discomfort was abated by the sheer fact that I had a dick. I couldn't help myself. I was reaching down and wrapping fingers around the shaft while giving gentle strokes. The feeling was so alien, yet oddly familiar. It wasn't unlike passing a light rub just outside my pussy lips, but it was in a different place. It was all around the shaft, and a little more sensitive on the underside. Rubbing my fingers up further around the stiff head sent little tingles that did very nice things.

I wasn't entirely sure what a statue person's dick would feel like flaccid, since this one was wildly erect when I swapped with Talya, and because of the show I was getting, was certainly staying that way. As rough as the harpy was, I could see Talya's face twisted in pleasure amidst the strain so I didn't feel too bad about enjoying the sight of so many inches vanishing and reappearing inside of her, second after second. At least a good part of her was enjoying herself.

Unfortunately, I wasn't in the mood or the condition to enjoy my new appendage. Maybe another time, when I wasn't exhausted and overwhelmed from such primal, ball-slapping sex. It meant that I could divert my attention not to the cum-slicked shaft pounding the absolute shit out of the temporarily-non-futa Talya, but rather the individual bearing the tool.

"So, do you have a name?"

The response came with a quirked eyebrow as the harpy looked over. "In what way?"

That caught me off guard. "You know, like... a name. I'm Samirah, and that's Talya."

The harpy glanced at the girl she was brutally pounding into, scoffed, then turned back to me.

"What do you call this place?"

"... The Breach?"

She shook her head. "Not the term. The title. What has humanity called this segment of the Void?"

"Wuthering Heights." I said, unsure. The harpy tilted her head.

"Then my name is Wuthering Heights."

"Uhh, you're naming yourself after the Breach?"

The harpy laughed and stopped her thrusting for a moment, burying herself completely in Talya. All she could do in response was cry out and bury her face into the harpy's torso with desperately clawing fingers.

"I don't name myself after anything. I am the Breach, so I share the name the mortals have decided for it."

"Uhhh..." I stammered. The harpy rolled her eyes, then resumed her rapid thrusting like she wasn't having a casual conversation.

"This tree is Wuthering Heights. The leaves are Wuthering Heights. The birds you slay, the challenges you face, and the boss awaiting in his nest are all Wuthering Heights. We are all the same energy, split into many smaller forms."

I furrowed my brow. "So, a hivemind?"

The harpy, err... Wuthering Heights scoffed and thought for a moment.

"Mortal analogies have always been strange, but I believe a more accurate representation of us would be a single person, not a collective. Every creature or challenge you would encounter here is a finger of the body that our energy formed upon your entry. We are Wuthering Heights and we will serve our purpose."

"And that purpose is...?"

Her eyes took on a darker shade, the yellow seeming to catch shadow and turn orange.

"Kill intruders or die in the attempt."

"Cool, cool," I bit my lip awkwardly. "Well, super glad you didn't decide to kill us. If I may ask, why didn't you kill us?"

Wuthering Heights (god, that name was awful for a... person? Screw it, W. H. it is) readjusted her grip on Talya, pressing her more firmly into the tree to support the extreme weight and get a better angle to continue thrusting. I could see a bit of sweat dripping down W. H.'s flawless body.

"Fucking is more fun."

"You know, I'm right there with you. I love a good fuck way more than dying. I can only assume you've never been like this before, so why now? Also, if you are all one big conglomeration, then why are you acting so different? The regular birds just went for the kill, but you're slamming balls-deep. Why?"

W. H. slowed her movements. Talya whined and pressed her head back into the tree during the slight reprieve where the harpy was simply fucking her, and not 'fucking the shit out of her'. W. H. let out a breath.

"Because of you."

"I figured that much," I pursed my lips. "But, again, why?"

She seemed to think for a moment, probably trying to find a way to put it into words. In the meantime, she took nearly two dozen long thrusts into Talya who wheezed and moaned before W. H. answered.

"We are energy. We have no structure, but we have our pattern. When people enter the Void through us, their connection to the Void is what builds us. The energy you mortals carry give us our shape among the mold and you..." She locked eyes with me in a way that made goosebumps rise. "You broke us. Everything hurts. We are still together, but the fractures are wide. We can't think. We can't see. You are the light that blinds us but also gives us warmth. You cracked the pattern, just like you did to the oldblood."

I paused. "Oldblood? Are you talking about Bianca?"

W. H. turned her face back to Talya, who seemed too out of it to even register what was being spoken about. I couldn't blame her. Amidst the sounds of 'plaps' and 'squelches', I could hear the harpy take a long, low sniff a few inches above Talya's head.

"You haven't broken her pattern."

Obviously, she was referring to my Embolden skill, though 'breaking her pattern' was a very odd way of putting it. I shook my head. "Not yet. We were going to figure all that out after we cleared the Breach, but as you're aware, things changed pretty fucking fast. Why'd you split us up from Bianca?"

The answer didn't come immediately. That was because W. H.'s breathing, which had been getting gradually more ragged, turned into low grunts and her thrusts into Talya became erratic. I wasn't sure whether I was obligated to avert my gaze or not- after all, Talya was getting her very first creampie.

She moaned and whined while W. H. pumped her- or my, rather- already full pussy with a second extremely large load of cum that lasted a comical amount of time. From this angle, I could see W. H.'s fruit-sized testicles clenching up and down as they spurted out a veritable river's worth of virile seed into the awaiting cavern not suited to taking it in any capacity. Again and again they throbbed as the thick cream was deposited right into- wait, did Talya get my womb if I swapped with her? How much of my genitals were actually transferred? Was it just the vagina itself, or anything else?

Did her organs get shoved out of the way to make room for an elven pussy that reached to her ribcage, or was there some weird spatial distortion going on that prevented the transformation from being lethal? I mean, a foot and a half of dick was occupying the space where Talya's stomach used to be. At least for elves, our internal mumbo-jumbo was flatter and aligned more vertically closer to our spine to make room for a cunt the size of a hallway and a uterus capable of pumping out a centaur. A uterus that was being stuffed to the bubbling brim with thick harpy cream.

I shook my head. Those were unimportant questions- I was ninety-five percent sure that Talya couldn't get pregnant with a half-harpy baby. It was my pussy, and Controlled Fertility was firmly switched 'On'. Even if it wouldn't work while transferred like that, swapping our lady bits back around would definitely solve the issue. Either way, W. H.'s baby-factories-down-under kept visibly twitching for almost a minute of nonstop cumming, letting the thick fluid squelch free and pour down Talya's greying legs. Eventually, she slid her long shaft out from the well-fucked Talya who gasped at the movement. It was almost funny, the way that her pussy oozed out a long stream of thick cum while W. H.'s cock spat out one final rope all over her pelvis. It was like the sloppiest hentai animation ever.

Meanwhile, W. H. herself was doing... okay. Definitely better than Talya and I, all things considered, and her hard cock and hungry gaze proved she was more than ready for round three. However, she was also visibly sweating, a thin layer of sheen slicking up her caramel skin. Furthermore, she seemed... ragged? Some of her feathers in her wings or in her hair were sticking in odd directions and even the yellow of her scaled feet had paled a touch. Now that I looked closer, there was even a bit of glittering dust trickling out of one ear. She lined her cock back up to Talya-

"Wait!"

W. H. paused for a moment as I scrambled to my feet and walked closer. "My turn. Let her down."

Talya made a noise of protest, but I wasn't entirely sure whether that was because she wanted to keep going, or simply wanted to keep me from getting fucked into incoherence again. She wasn't in any state to continue, though. Most of her face wasn't even the pliable version of her skin anymore- it was hard as a rock and the blue in her eyes had completely vanished under a grey crust. I rested a hand on our swapped genitals and focused on the skill again.

"It's okay, Talya. I've rested a bit and I'm okay now. We'll take turns."

As the odd sensation of my disproportionately heavy cock vanished, it was replaced by instant, throbbing soreness. After all, if I took my pussy back, I also took back the strain it had just been under. It had been hard-fucked twice by the extremely-well-endowed-and-very-aggressive harpy, and though the tingling pleasure sent small aftershocks of Talya's orgasms through my system, it was begging for a rest that it wasn't going to get. I bit my lip and looked up at W. H. as she unceremoniously dropped Talya to the ground, wrapped her hands around my midsection and lifted me into position. Immediately, the action sent flutters through my stomach that made me dizzy. Damn, these elven genes were NOT cutting me any slack- it was unreasonably difficult to form words under the promise of her threatening cock.

"Wh-why did you split u-us and Bi-... the oldblood up?"

W. H. growled, slammed her huge dick up into me in the way that I'd already forgotten, and let out a purr as I throated a pleasured scream.

"She has her trials, you have yours."

After the third creampie, W. H. was leaking the glitter-dust from both ears and a nostril. By number four, it was trickling out of her eyes like tears and a few of her feathers. After that point, she stopped talking altogether- not that she was answering much of anything after I took over for round three. Instead, she turned that lack of vocalization into even more determination for her back-to-back climaxes; fucking us even harder than she was before.

Thankfully, whatever was happening also seemed to speed up, too. When she dumped the somehow-still-massive load number five into me, part of what dribbled out from my pussy was glimmering just like the sparkles floating off of W. H.'s hair and the tips of her creepily long fingers.

Number seven made it more obvious what was happening- W. H. was disintegrating. By the time she finished in me again, her wings were halfway gone and scattered in the wind. After that, Talya took what would end up being the eighth and final shift as W. H. literally fucked us to death- her death, that is.

Though, I certainly felt like I was dead (again). Talya and I were laid on the ground, panting for breaths that wouldn't come, covered in unreasonable amounts of cum and dirt that stuck to it like superglue all over our skin. It was coating our legs, our stomachs, our chests, and even a not-small amount of our faces and hair. Whatever part of me wasn't coated in a layer of cream- which wasn't a lot- had a thick coating of sweat and every muscle in my body hurt. That wasn't including my pussy, which was throbbing with genuine agony.

Talya had even managed a healing spell my way when I was getting the 'Cervix-Buster-3000' treatment in round five. While it certainly helped to abate the legitimate bruising and swelling that the pass-around-pussy was getting, it didn't help with exhaustion. I hadn't moved after W. H. dropped me after round seven and could only watch from beneath as Talya took the final round as it dripped onto my face. It took everything I had to reach a hand over and swap us back to normal after W. H. scattered in the wind and subsequently dropped Talya to the ground with a heavy thud.

I wasn't sure how long we were lying there, battered and fucked into submission. I certainly wasn't awake for all of it- consciousness slipped in and out like a sketchy wifi-signal. All I could see when the world came back into focus every once in a while was Talya lying on her side, unmoving. She was completely solidified from head to toe. Nothing but a stiff, unmoving, slate grey statue with her arms and legs held forward in the same position they had been when she was dangling from W. H.'s cock. Talya had literally fucked unconscious. After a few more flashes of sentience, I managed to crawl my way over and squeeze my way into her extended arms to try and warm her up before zonking out yet again.

After that, the next time I woke was from panicked shoves against my shoulder. A worried but familiar voice was calling out.

"Sam? Talya? Dammit, please be okay! Wake up!"

I weakly cracked open an eye to see a figure kneeling over us with a furry cloak draping over her shoulders; fully armoured in steel plates that covered everything except her head where the helmet was removed. A wheeze escaped my lips. "Bianca?"

Immediately, I felt warm lips press against mine as she pulled our faces together for a kiss. It lasted so long that when Bianca finally pulled away, I was gasping for breath. Glancing sideways, Talya was still out cold. A good portion of her face and her body was still crusted over, both in her natural solidification as well as dried cum. However, the arms that dangled above me in their stiff stature had softened in the joints just enough to droop down and rest on my torso like I was cuddling a sack of bricks with arms. Bianca glanced between both of us with a confused, relieved, and partially horrified expression.

"What the... what happened to you?"

My throat was dry and my voice was a scratchy whisper. "We killed a harpy with a horse dick by letting her fuck us until she evaporated."

The face Bianca made caused the single biggest regret of choosing to live in a medieval world for my afterlife- not having a camera to take a picture of it. "... What?"

I coughed through a short laugh and winced. "Help me warm up Talya. Then we'll tell you exactly what happened, oldblood"

Bianca squeaked and her eyes widened. She tried stammering out something that sounded like 'Huh? How did you-', but failed halfway through and paled several shades. I gave another painful laugh.

"All three of us have a lot to talk about."

Chapter 27: Revealed

A magical werewolf-skin cloak wasn't just a badass fashion statement; Bianca reluctantly took off her armor, to which I noticed she had nothing on underneath. Furthermore, she looked like she had just taken a shower or something- her skin was moist and her hair was hanging in red strings. That didn't matter at the moment. Gambeson and steel was set to the side while a naked Bianca saddled up to the other side of Talya and pulled the cloak over all three of us like a fuzzy blanket.

I couldn't quite imagine what was happening in Bianca's head. Sure, I had fucked both her and Talya multiple times, and both of them knew that, but there hadn't been any sexual interaction between the two of them as of yet. The biggest 'engagement' between them had been that time in the showers when Talya saw both Bianca and I naked before we went out for dinner. Now, Bianca and I were having nude cuddles with an unconscious Talya. There were multiple questions in the air, but Bianca and I held a silent agreement- any talking waited until Talya woke up.

It felt like hours. In reality, it was probably closer to five minutes before the grey-scale Navon-golm let out a low rumble in her throat and shifted her head. "Nnngh..."

Since she didn't breathe like a normal person, that was the first indication aside from her slowly-paling skin that she was even alive. It made my heart skip several beats in relief.

"Woah, hey- it's okay. We're fine. Bianca's here too- she found us."

"I-" she yawned "-I can feel her. She's... mmmm. Soft. Warm."

Over Talya's shoulder, I could see Bianca suddenly look very uncomfortable. After all, her naked breasts were pressing into Talya's back and now she was being complimented for it. There wasn't any time to ponder that, since Talya wrapped her arms around me with a little bit more purpose before yawning once again.

"As nice as this is, I believe that you owe me an explanation, little Tiger."

"In a moment. First, Bianca's going to tell us what happened with her, and also why a muscle-mommy harpy lady kept calling her oldblood."

The Battlemage's face went white. Talya slowly and stiffly rolled over so that she was facing Bianca, and I rested my head on a stony shoulder to be a part of the ensuing conversation. Under both of our gaze, Bianca let out a shaky breath.

"The Breach took my equipment, which it obviously did to you two as well. I was ambushed by multiple monsters but dispatched them without too much issue."

I glanced over at the armour laid out on the ground and the greatsword leaning against the tree trunk. "It didn't take all of your equipment, though. Lucky you."

"No, it did." Bianca shook her head. "I had to earn that stuff back."

The rapid reddening of her cheeks, averting of her eyes, and the pretense of what this Breach entailed gave me all the information I needed. I grinned. "Care to enlighten us?"

She faltered.

"I... there were... uhhh-" she swallowed deeply and steeled herself. "I had to pleasure a growth of the tree until it gave my cloak back."

That made Talya recoil slightly. "A growth of the tree...?"

"A plant dick." I finished, chuckling. That made Bianca wince, but she nodded.

"After it was... finished... another one appeared with my sword. The third had my armour. Then it was a walk up the path to find you."

I shrugged- or at least, as best as I could while also having my arms wrapped around Talya. "Alright then, mind telling us what 'oldblood' means?"

Oddly enough, Bianca seemed significantly more scared to explain that than her endeavours with phallic plants. All the colour drained from her face. "I- err... uhh..." Then, she suddenly shifted, removing her arms from around Talya and turning over entirely so that her back was to both of us. There were several deep breaths before I let out a hesitant;

"Bianca?"

"My..." she faltered, then tried again. "My name isn't Bianca."

Many moments of silence passed. Eventually, I cocked my head. "Are you gonna tell us what it is or are we trying to keep the dramatic pause rolling for extra effect?"

She may have been turned away, but I could almost feel the way Bianca's gaze twisted. "I- umm..." She gave a deep breath.

"It's-"

"Ariel Verdanus," Talya interrupted. "Daughter of Marietta Verdanus and Rodas Hawthorne. Princess of the Verdanus royal family."

My eyes went wide, but Bianca was already twisting her head back over her shoulder to look at Talya. "How... how did you-"

"There's only so much that I can hear about a missing red-headed Cardian warrior princess before a connection forms to the strange, red-headed Cardian warrior girl that rolls into Port Lexin after tearing apart a Breach on her lonesome."

"Hold on, you're part of the royal family?" I asked. Bianca's gaze flicked to mine for a moment before she turned away again.

"There is no royal family anymore."

My voice didn't want to work for a few moments until I finally managed to put words in my mouth. "I... I haven't been keeping up with the news. I know there's a war, but..."

Talya glanced up at me, then gave a slow nod before she started to explain.

"You know how Cardian is divided into two countries, right? North and South?"

"And they don't like each other..."

She shook her head. "No, they don't. Originally, the entire continent was one country ruled by the Verdanus family who are the descendants of the Matriarch bloodline. About eighty years ago, there was a rebellion from a group called the Gorudan Militia, who were led by the Hawthorne family. They rose up against the Verdanus and demanded that power be brought back to the people. It became a full-fledged war and the Militia claimed the north half of the continent. Then, a truce was formed under one condition- the Verdanus family weren't allowed to have children with anyone other than the Hawthornes. That way, if any of them became Blessed-"

"Then the Hawthornes would take claim of the Matriarch's power," I finished. "I remember a bit of this stuff from my History classes in school. If someone descended from one of the original Blessed becomes Blessed themselves, the power of their bloodline awakens or something like that. Just like that guy- uhh... Corn-cob or something?"

"Cornelius Verdanus-Hawthorne," Bianca said flatly, still facing away. "Grandfather. Everyone was scared of him becoming some tool for the Hawthornes to take power over the entire continent, but he managed to turn the truce into a legitimate peace. He used his powers to single-handedly broker an alliance between the two countries. He opened trade routes, managed deals, and ushered peace when nobody else could."

Talya muttered. "When you're capable of taking down an army by yourself, people are less inclined towards violence."

Several moments passed before Bianca turned over. I tried to avoid staring at her breasts in such a moment, but when the alternative was looking into eyes filled with sadness, it wasn't a whole lot better.

"He was assassinated last year," Bianca said. "The Hawthornes think the Verdanus did it in order to get rid of their Matriarch's power. We didn't."

"Didn't stop the Hawthornes from declaring war..." Talya said sadly. Bianca nodded and let out an angry sigh.

"They stopped following the rules, too. Those monsters started targeting civilians. Schools. Hospitals. They burned down forests. They attacked our trade routes coming in from Kelopa. They even poisoned an entire river just to get rid of the water supply for six villages."

I wasn't sure what to say. "That's awful"? That would be putting it lightly. All I could do was reach one arm forward and lay a hand on Bianca's shoulder. At that, her eyes flicked up to mine and softened slightly. She took a shaky breath.

"Citizens of the south were already getting anxious because they were being targeted, but then the Militia started dressing up as our own soldiers. They began raping, brutalizing, and murdering anyone they wanted. The soldiers already hated going up against an enemy using such horrible tactics, and once the citizens were turned against us, the coup followed."

"... What happened?" I managed to ask. It hurt to look at Bianca- she looked like she was about to cry. When she spoke, her voice was quivering and she was obviously fighting back sobs.

"They... they blocked all the exits from the castle except for the main gate and lit it with alchemist's fire. It can burn anything- stone, metal, even water. When, umm... haaah... when the ones still alive tried to run out the front, they went right into the crowds waiting for them. They-"

Bianca sniffled and wiped away a few tears while I gently rubbed her shoulder. I could see Talya doing the same to Bianca's side.

"They set up a gallows, and, umm... they went through everybody. First it was the guards. Then... then the servants. The handmaidens, the teachers, the chefs, everyone. Then..."

Bianca's voice completely faltered, but I knew what she was going to say. "Then my family." She sniffled again and closed her eyes for many moments before opening them again. They were wet.

"How did you...?" I let the question hang in the air. Bianca choked down a swallow and nodded.

"I- uhh... I wasn't in the castle when it happened. I was training with one of my combat instructors, Camile. We saw the castle burning from outside the city and ran back, but then we saw what was going on."

"I'm so sorry," I said. Bianca let out a breath.

"She managed to sneak us onto a ship just as it was leaving the port and got us here to Kelopa. We travelled together for a while until about a month ago."

There was tense silence before Talya cocked a brow. "What happened to her?"

"I don't know," Bianca said. "She was Fifth Promotion, but we got ambushed by some bounty hunters that were tracking us down. She told me to run. Last I saw her, she was luring them in the opposite direction and dropping a building on them."

She took several moments of careful breathing, visibly steeling herself. After a while, Bianca swallowed and tightened her lips.

"There's no point in lying to either of you anymore, so I wont. I bear the awakened bloodline of the Matriarch. As of this moment, I have four Glyphs."

That made both Talya and I recoil. I had four because of... well, because of all my bullshit that I had going on, but Bianca? Before either of us could question her math, Bianca spoke.

"I have the Glyph of Runes and my Glyph of the Warrior, which give me magic and make my physical combat better. I wasn't lying about those. However, I also have the Glyph of the Matriarch, which makes every beneficial effect on me have a greater potency, and also gives me scaling bonuses to my physical capabilities for every enemy I defeat until I rest."

Talya stared on with wide eyes. "... What about number four?"

Bianca looked at me.

"That's the Glyph of the Bonded Soul, and it's the Glyph that Samirah gave to me."

After another healing spell from Talya, the persistent aches and throbs in my pussy all but abated. The rest were pleasantly diffused when I stood in the waist-deep spring beneath the waterfall. It was surprisingly warm, which made no sense whatsoever. Although, having a waterfall and a small spring inside the branches of a tree made no logical sense either, but I wasn't in the mood for complaining. It was refreshing, it was warm, and it let Talya and I scrub off the dried cum, dirt, and blood that had been sticking to our skin.

Sure, it took a bit of backtracking to reach, but it was worth it. Bianca had 'spawned' a distance behind Talya and I, so the three of us retreaded our steps. We walked past the dead birds that Talya and I slew, but they were somewhat hidden among the corpses of the many that Bianca apparently contended with after she got her gear and washed up at this exact spring. It didn't matter that Talya and I already went through the path- the Breach sent plenty of shit after the redheaded warrior and none of it was anywhere close to enough.

Speaking of which, Bianca was standing off to the side, fully dressed in her armour and cloak with her greatsword resting on a large root beside her, keeping a watch. Meanwhile, Talya and I were scrubbing ourselves down and enjoying the unnaturally warm water. I had already been planning on casting a few spells to clean us up, but not only was this far easier, it also didn't need any mana. It meant I could relax and tell both Talya and Bianca the truth. Not the actual truth, but enough of a truth to set the baseline of the story that I wanted to use.

"Let me get this straight," the Navon-golm began. "The morning that you became Blessed, you wake up and some weird voice in your mind says that the world is going to end and you have to stop it?"

"Extinction encroaches. Find the key." I repeated myself. "I have no idea what method of 'extinction' it's talking about, or whatever the fuck the 'key' is, but I guess stuff like this isn't allowed to be clear."

Again, not completely a lie. I knew there was some huge problem, because that's what Aurora and I discussed, but the actual problem itself could be absolutely anything. As for the 'key', I pulled that part out from thin air to try and flesh out the lie just a bit more. It was completely vague, which meant it was perfect for this. Plus, a quest to try and save the world in a high fantasy setting? There was no chance we weren't going to have to try and find some kind of artifact that let us save it. That was like... rule number one in fantasy so I felt very confident in keeping that little fib. Meanwhile, Talya raked her fingers through her hair, untangling knots and scrubbing out cum.

"Furthermore, you also have four Glyphs that evolve faster when you have sex, and one of which gives you the ability to give other people a Glyph that makes all of their Glyphs evolve faster when they have sex with you."

I shrugged. "Pretty much."

From the side, Bianca was frowning. "Why didn't you tell me about the end of the world stuff?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you're a princess hunted down by bounty hunters?"

She swallowed so deeply that I could hear it through her helmet and over the waterfall before she turned her head back towards the surrounding area. Talya looked my nude, wet body up and down with a furrowed brow.

"And because of whatever happened to you, you 'broke the pattern' of the Breach, like the harpy said, and now it's bending the Breach to focus on sex more than violence."

"I still can't believe that you had a conversation with a harpy," Bianca said. "I didn't even know they could talk."

"They're also not nine feet tall and swinging around eighteen inches of dick either, I assume?" I chuckled.

"Not even close." She replied.

Talya stood still for a moment, her body glistening like polished marble. "You two were going to bring me on this Breach, and if it went well, you were going to tell me everything and invite me to bond with you while joining your team, weren't you?"

I nodded. "Yeah, that was the plan. Obviously, shit went sideways pretty fucking fast, so now you get to learn a little bit earlier. I guess it gives you a bit more time to mull it over-"

"I don't need time," Talya interrupted. She stood up a bit straighter, and I had to keep from salivating at the sight of her naked breasts and smooth body. "If you'll have me, I'll join you."

That made Bianca's helmet twist back around towards us. "Talya, make sure you think about this..."

"I already did," she said, "and I'm not changing my mind. If there's one thing I want more than anything, it's to see people happy, healthy, and safe. Now there's apparently some world-ending threat out there and you two are going to be leading the charge against it. I'm not going to sit back and watch people die against something that I could help to prevent, and I don't care whether you bond with me or not. The only way you'll keep me from helping you through all of this is by killing me."

I expected as much, but it still made me smile. I turned to Bianca. "Any objections?"

She paused, then shook her head. I swung my head back to Talya and took a step closer to her. With both of us having been hovering near the waterfall while we bathed, we had already been close together. Now, I was all but brushing up against her, looking up into her solid blue eyes.

"That settles it," I said with a grin. "Now we just need to bond."

Chapter 28: Making It Official (18+)

I expected the same thing that happened every other time I had insinuated a desire to have sex with Talya so far; she confidently takes charge and the two of us have a delicious meal at the all-you-can-fuck buffet. This time would be no different- in fact, it would be better. Now, Talya knew what was going on, so I didn't have to hide anything anymore and it would be a gateway for the two of us to have a lot more sexy fun times in the coming future. My face was growing hot at the idea, but first came our bonding right here and now. The bonding sex with the worried-looking Talya who would then fuck-

Wait, what?

I refocused my attention on Talya's expression to confirm that it was in fact one mixing a combination of worry and hesitancy, right before her mouth opened to speak.

"Are you okay, Samirah?"

One of my eyebrows raised indignantly. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" That caught another look from Talya, who also flicked her gaze over to Bianca before turning it back to me.

"Because of what happened with the harpy," Talya said. I rolled my eyes with a grin.

"My pussy is feeling a lot better now, but I would appreciate it if you were a bit on the gentle side, thanks for asking."

"That wasn't what I meant," she added.

"Then what?" I cocked my head. That made Talya recoil a little bit, suddenly seeming very unsure of herself. She backed a half step away from me so that we weren't brushing against each other and rested her hands on my shoulders. My grin faded at the sudden seriousness.

"Samirah, we were just raped..." Talya spoke softly.

"Pfft, no we weren't."

Talya looked meek. "She threatened to kill us and Bianca if you didn't accept."

"But... I was willing?" I tried. Talya pursed her lips.

"Samirah, that doesn't change the context. Death or sex? That isn't a choice anymore. Whether we went through that willingly or otherwise, she was going to have sex with us- or you, rather. No amount of consent can change that."

I lifted a finger in protest. "Hold on, I- uhh..." As much as I scrambled, words never came. It felt like my entire body was starting to go into emergency shutdown. I couldn't make sense of anything. I wasn't raped, right? I initiated, for fuck's sake! I wanted to suck the amazonian muscle harpy's massive dick. I wanted her to fuck me. I couldn't help myself. One look at her third leg and I had been licking my lips.

But... Talya did bring up a good point, and that point lowered a bucket of bricks onto my shoulders. Whether or not I was already daydreaming about the harpy fucking me wasn't the problem, it was the choice she gave us- gave me. Death or sex. I was all too eager to hop on option two (and hop on that dick) that the weight of it never truly dawned.

Instead of a handgun, it was talon-like fingernails ready to tear my stomach in half. Instead of a car backseat, a bedroom, and then an attic storeroom, it was a massive tree made by a Breach. It was the same choice I'd made before, albeit with much, much more enthusiasm this time around.

My mouth went dry. I wasn't quite sure what to think. I was happy that I didn't see this as the problem it should have been, but the rest of me was horrified. I mean, what kind of sick, perverted, nympho slut would I have to be in order to get raped with a threat of death, and only bite my lip in excitement for what the rest of the Breach had to offer? That scared me the most- not the fact that Talya and I got sexually assaulted by a harpy, but the fact that deep down, I wanted it to happen again. Suddenly, the water didn't feel so warm.

What did Aurora do to me?

"Let's, uhh..." I fumbled. "Let's deal with all that after we get out. Right now, we have a Breach to clear and a flying werewolf to kill."

At the thought of the boss, my chest shuddered. The harpy was just a henchman- err... henchwoman of a Breach completely changed by my presence. Surely that meant the boss would be changed, too. A werewolf? That sounded like quite the interesting fuck. Ooh, would it have a knot? What would it feel like, inflating inside of me? How would it-

I shoved the thoughts out of my head. Dammit, Samirah! Pull yourself together! When I looked back up into Talya's solid blue eyes, I let out a sigh and reached a hand forward. Fingers wrapped around a semi-erect-but-still-rock-hard (heh) shaft hovering just above the water level and Talya jumped slightly.

"I'm fine," I said. "Are you sure you're okay with bonding?"

She looked hesitant, but eventually gave a small nod. "If you are."

"Good, because there's something I haven't gotten the chance to do yet, and I really want to do it."

While Talya held an eyebrow up in confusion, I used my other hand to reach between my own legs and focused inwards. A moment later, both of us were shuddering at the sensations down below and our gaze was flicked down to my pussy and her cock. Or rather, her pussy and my cock. When I met Talya's gaze again, I offered a grin.

"As long as you're okay with it?"

Talya's eyes were wide and filled with a little bit more worry than I would have liked. "I- umm..."

Thankfully, I had a pretty decent idea of how she was feeling.

"Take it from the owner- how it felt with the harpy is not at all how it feels normally. That was rough and overwhelming beyond words. When it's gentler and with a dick that isn't the size of a horse's, it's much nicer."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bianca's closed-visor helmet turned towards us- staring. I wondered what her expression was like? Blushing and probably biting her lip, if I had to take a guess. Meanwhile, Talya gave a concerned nod. "Alright."

As the two of us waded the short distance back towards a shallower portion of the spring, I never removed my hand from Talya's pelvis. Well, my pelvis, just on her body. It was too interesting, and I didn't have the opportunity to really admire it earlier. I was able to be fascinated by her dick during our swapping fuck marathon with the harpy, but this was delightfully interesting in the same way.

Whereas I had soft, smooth skin transitioning effortlessly into a disproportionately large and borderline-uncomfortably-heavy cock with stiff skin and an unnaturally smooth surface, Talya was the opposite. It was her tough, squish-resistant skin that felt like I was rubbing my fingers over a rubber eraser that had completely dried out (despite being slick with the springwater). Then, the texture roughened to add pores and pliability along with the pigment shift of my tanned skin. It was a softness on her body I'd never felt before, and it was fascinating. Even better- it was mine to explore.

When the water barely reached up our calves, I brushed a thumb lightly over Talya's clit. She let out an adorable little moan while I smiled. "Right here's good. Mind getting on all fours for me?"

"What?" She raised an eyebrow. I chuckled.

"Doggy style," I said. Then I added; "Like yesterday."

Of course, yesterday's doggy in the room while waiting for Bianca was different for a number of reasons. This time, not only would Bianca be about a dozen feet away and watching the entire interaction, Talya was going to be in the 'bitch' position. That made her eyes widen, but she silently nodded and shifted down with her knees a few inches in the water and her hands braced on some of the tangled roots acting as the shore.

"This is so weird..." Talya mumbled.

"Tell me about it," I laughed. "Being on the other end of the dick is a hell of a way to change perspectives."

Just for fun, I brought one hand down against the swell of Talya's ass. It was shaped very nicely and just like the rest of her, looked like it was much softer than it actually was. When my palm slapped against her skin, it probably hurt me more than it did her. Either way, I saw a teeny jiggle in the stiff flesh and a sudden gasp from Talya from my efforts.

"Ah!"

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." I grinned. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

When Talya looked back up at me over her shoulder, brushing aside a few stony strands of hair, I was delighted to see her flirty smile was returning. Between the harpy, the truth-revealing conversation, and the rape/not rape talk, Talya had seemed uncharacteristically chaste. Now, I could finally see her lips curling in a sultry smirk.

"Darling, this isn't my first time and she was a lot bigger than you."

"Heh." I kept one hand on Talya's ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh while my other lowered to heft the weight of the stony dick now sticking out from between my legs. Fuck, it was big. It already looked impressive on the tall form of Talya, so it looked damn near comical while hanging from my pelvis. Because of the density, I had to flex my wrist a not-insignificant amount to tilt the dick so that I could align myself with Talya's brand-new-but-moderately-used entrance.

Just that touch alone sent a shiver through my core. Why was this thing so sensitive? My fingers wrapping partway around the shaft left tingles, and the pressure of soft folds nestled against the tip as I rested in the crook of her sex was delightful. Talya must have noticed when I hesitated, since she laughed.

"Oh, is the little Tiger worried about being premature?"

"Honestly?" I chuckled. "Little bit. Unlike you, this is my first time and it's fucking s e n s i t i v e. We have to synchronize, remember?"

"Don't worry, Tiger," Talya purred and wiggled her hips while I bit back a moan.

I wasn't ready for Talya to jerk her hips backwards and impale herself on my cock.

I wasn't ready for the intense feeling of warm tightness wrapping so firmly and completely around me.

I wasn't ready for the juicy wetness of an always-lubricated elven pussy to slide all the way up my new length.

In half of a moment, I was fully sheathed inside a brand new sensation that tore the breath from my lungs into a shuddered groan. Nerve endings that hadn't yet been explored basked in a foreign pleasure that was a warm, tight pussy and flashed back into my brain with signals I had no possible way of being prepared for.

All I could do was grunt out a surprised "Oh... fuck!" and desperately clutch onto Talya's shapely ass. She moaned out as well- a sound that delighted me beyond words, but as for the moment I was too busy focusing on the sensations that I was experiencing for the very first time. There was pleasure in the warmth, but also an ache. A tightness, a throbbing. A roiling in my new testicles. A yearning muscle about to snap, and it left me capable of little more than shudders while my fingers tightened on the smooth skin. It was almost like holding back one of my spells- except instead of holding my hand over the hose it was a muscle deep in my pelvis that begged and pleaded for me to let go.

Talya held like that for a number of moments, breathing out while both of us experienced each other in this new way for the first time.

"W-... wow." Talya mumbled. "I've gotten compliments before but now I... now I understand." She peeked her face back over her shoulder to smile at me, and that alone made my dick throb again in that pleasurable discomfort. The ache was unbearable. Talya must have seen the look on my face, since her eyes twinkled.

"Oh, are you about to cum? Already?"

Something about that broke a pane of glass inside of me, and that stretched muscle in my core finally snapped cleanly in twain. I trembled and shook, clutching tight onto Talya's waist as I instinctively leaned over her to support myself. My toes curled. My throat gurgled. My abdomen rippled and my legs buckled. Much how holding it back had been like restraining a spell, it broke free and blasted forth.

Instead of a blade of water, it was a stream of much thicker, much warmer liquid flowing all the way up the inside of my cock before expelling out of the front at high speeds.

Instead of the target being a fast-moving vulture, it was the stationary-yet-rippling tunnel of Talya's new pussy.

Instead of a singular burst of magic for one attack, this expenditure repeated itself. Then a second time. And a third. And a fifth.

I groaned as it felt like I was literally emptying myself into Talya's hole, all while she sighed pleasurably from her own end of the situation. I couldn't keep my hips from bucking in little jerks, like an instinctual need had been downloaded into my psyche as soon as I adorned what was effectively the most realistic strap-on in existence. I couldn't do anything more than stay like that for the entire ordeal, giving no-thought thrusts and breathing heavily while my abdomen spasmed and my heavy, stony balls churned with release.

Talya's pussy- or mine, rather- had finally stopped leaking harpy cum down my legs as we got to the spring, and a quick little scrub ensured that it had been relatively cleaned out. Now, I was filthying it right back up again with coat after coat of paint, layers upon layers of cream that plastered the well-fucked walls.

Since the harpy finally showed me the true anatomy and capabilities of an elven pussy, the only thoughts in my head were whether my/Talya's seed was even reaching Talya's/my womb. I could only assume the answer was "Yes." The way that the walls were squeezing and twitching, it brought a sense of understanding to the term 'milking a cock'. It felt like the pussy I was buried in was a vacuum, eagerly receiving every last bit of cream and pulling it all the way up the long length of the tunnel like a straw so that it could drown a womb in virility.

It was many, many moments of breathless throbs before the indescribable ache of my first ever dick-gasm finally washed away to a relief that made my legs go numb. I barely managed to pull out and watch as a glob of oily black Navon-golm cum spilled out from Talya's pussy lips into the water before I myself fell backwards onto my butt with a splash. I was vaguely aware of the armoured Bianca stepping forward in worry.

"Sam?"

I felt dizzy. Of course I did. A new sensation, completely unlike anything I'd ever experienced, being brought into my life for the first time. Anything was overwhelming for the first time. First drink of alcohol? First job? First crush? First orgasm?

The fact that this was inherently different than cumming with a pussy probably didn't help either. When I had my vagina, it was a gradual buildup of increasing pleasure; tingles and shocks through the system until it peaked to an almost unbearable level during the climax. I couldn't help but look down at the still-hard shaft between my legs that was poking up out of the water. This was both identical, but it also couldn't have been more different.

Instead of warmth, pleasure, and bliss that grew and grew until it peaked, this had been pressure. Strain. An ache and a throb of something almost like pain but so much better, desperately reaching for the finish. Like the moment before a sneeze, but enjoyable in it's own way. Stretching on and on, waiting for the inevitable 'achoo'.

Oh, and that release? I shuddered. So much pressure all being released at once was like breathing unimpeded for the first time after being sick for days.

"Sam!"

"Huh?" I snapped my gaze back into focus and locked them onto the front of Bianca's polished helmet. Talya, who had lowered herself into a sitting position just beyond the water's edge, chuckled.

"I take it you enjoyed that?"

"Yeah," I gave a red-faced nod. "That was something else."

"It was also quite fast, little Tiger. Not even ten seconds? Tssk tssk..."

My lips split into a grin. "Oh please, I saw you cum the moment the harpy shoved her dick inside you. Cut me some fuckin' slack."

Talya cocked her head, then shrugged. "Fair enough." She looked downwards towards her/my vagina, now dribbling an oily substance onto the moist wood of the spring's 'shore'. A few tentative fingers reached down and gently poked around, squishing tanned pussy flesh and watching as liquid oozed out. After a few moments, her face tilted back up towards me.

"Enjoying the view?"

"Very much so," I said earnestly. That elicited a chuckle from Talya who then turned. Bianca, who had been obviously staring despite the visored helmet covering our view of her eyes, suddenly recoiled when Talya grinned in her direction.

"What about you, Wolf? You like seeing my pussy leaking Samirah's cum?"

Bianca held still for a moment and a half before wordlessly and abruptly twisting in place to return to her post. I could only imagine the Fifty Shades of Red happening underneath that helmet. My gaze was brought back to Talya when she slicked up a few fingers with black liquid and lifted her hand up.

"It's warm," she said. I raised an eyebrow.

"Huh?"

"The cum," Talya clarified. "It's warm. Usually it's cold."

She held her cummy fingers out towards me. I gave it a feel and sure enough- the liquid that had been unnaturally cold in every other instance I had with Talya was now just as warm as the water moistening our skin.

"Hmm..." I said. "Well, isn't your cum cold because of all your difficulties retaining heat? I don't have the heat problem, so my cum wouldn't have to be cold."

"Makes sense," Talya said.

I grinned. "I guess that means having your dick doesn't mean I have every part of your weird biology."

"Excuse me? Your pussy managed to take a dick the size of my arm for eight consecutive rounds, and I'm the one with the weird biology?"

"... Yes."

Talya and I stared at each other for several moments, both trying to hold back smiles. Eventually, both of our lips cracked into soft giggles.

"Well," Talya said. "We're still not bonded yet, so that means we need to try again."

"That sounds like a fantastic idea." I smiled and crawled over towards Talya, gently using one hand in the center of her chest to push her back while lining up between her legs.

"Try not to blow so early this time, yes?" Talya smirked.

My hand on her chest slid a few inches to cup a firm breast and my other went down to line up our nethers. I smiled through the quick kiss that I planted upon Talya's lips before pulling away far enough for me to speak.

"I can't help it when I've got such an amazing pussy."

"As long as we cum at the same time..."

"Don't worry," I murmured. "I'm sure we'll line up eventually."

Chapter 29: Playing Dirty (18+)

When I lowered myself slowly into Talya, I was finally able to appreciate how it felt inside her/my pussy instead of struggling against an orgasm I'd never experienced. She let out a pleasured breath at the same pace that I did, eventually tapering off after the many inches finally vanished completely inside her. It was just as pleasantly tight and warm as it had been a minute ago, but multiple factors ensured that I kept my composure.

Primarily, I had just came, and that naturally meant I wasn't quite as pent-up. Although, a not-insignificant portion did come from the fact that I now knew what to expect. The first time was overwhelming because they were sensations that my body had never, ever felt before. The squeezing warmth of my shaft was still very new and very intense, but at least I could manage it... kind of.

I stayed still for a number of moments, hilted in missionary position above the statuesque ex-futa and relishing in the feeling of a new kind of sex. Just because most of the pleasure came from the climax and not the fucking itself didn't mean that it wasn't enjoyable- my new dick was more than sensitive enough to warn me- a warning I conveyed verbally.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last very long."

"Quick shot..." Talya chuckled. I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, you already had a chance to cum your brains out with your new equipment so you're used to it. Cut me some fuckin' slack."

The Navon-golm smiled and placed her hands on my waist. "I'll tell you when I get close. For now, you go ahead and cum inside me as many times as you need."

The teasing in her voice was undeniable, but it was nothing if not effective. I felt myself throb inside of her at the implications. Talya must have felt it too, since she chuckled and rubbed her thumbs in little circles along my skin.

"Come on, stud. Pump me full with that big dick you're borrowing. Fuck me until I'm dripping."

"Mmm, you better stop..." I warned, silently cursing the stony minx. While we may have been trying to bond, it was painfully obvious that she was using this moment to get a modicum of payback for what happened with the harpy, and enjoying every single moment of it.

Despite that, I still rocked my hips backwards until only my heavy head remained nestled in her folds, and then slid it back in to the hilt. I managed that same motion two more times before I had to shudder to a stop and hold myself halfway inside of Talya, breathing and trying desperately not to cum. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of looking into Talya's eyes staring back at me, and the shit-eating grin on her face told me everything long before she let out a sultry whisper.

"Breed me, little Tiger."

Dammit.

Talya laughed as I groaned and shuddered atop her, rubbing her hands in sweet little caresses along my sides like she wasn't actively sabotaging our attempt to bond. Meanwhile, I felt my stomach and abdomen convulsing with each oily rope I added to the gooey mass I already left inside of her. When my arms braced on either side of her head buckled, I fell onto her which had the double effect of slamming the rest of me to the hilt and coaxing out yet more of Talya's weird cum.

Talya wrapped her arms around me in a hug and kissed the top of my head while I grunted into her neck. My hips instinctively bucked with tiny thrusts as I released pulse after pulse, feeling more of the building strain releasing in a wash that left my brain feeling fuzzy. When the unreasonably-long cumshot finally abated, Talya was giggling beneath me. I looked her in the eyes and scowled through a smile.

"You are such a little shit," I said. Talya grinned.

"Oops."

At least I was able to wipe away the smug look by reaching one hand down and firmly rubbing a finger across her new clit. That caused Talya's eyes to shoot open and a surprised, horny little moan to escape out of her throat. Now it was my turn to chuckle.

"If you wanna play dirty, I can play dirty."

I gave another rub, dragging my middle finger across the sensitive bean. It didn't matter that she had cum an uncountable number of times on a foot and a half of dick not too long ago- she had my pussy, and I knew exactly what my pussy liked. The response was an abrupt squeal and immediate tightening of her thighs around my torso.

"Oh, oh fuck!"

"Yeah, that's it. Sing for me, sweetheart. Let me hear that beautiful voice."

I started moving once again, sawing myself in and out of Talya's creamy pussy that was overflowing with oily black cum. It squelched out with every slow thrust, bubbling up and around my cock every time I bottomed out while leaving a dark sheen on the milky shaft when I pulled free. Furthermore, I tilted my hips upwards, meaning that my thick cock would angle towards the sky and rub heavily on the upper insides of Talya's tunnel. The reward for intentionally fucking into and across Talya's g-spot was the Navon-golm damn near choking on her own tongue. All the while, I never let up with the administrations of my hand. The only respite that Talya's clit received were in single moments between each swipe of a digit.

I wasn't even properly aware of the fact that Talya was cumming until her pussy clamped down around me like a nun clutching a bible. It was sensitive down there since I had just cum twice, but that also meant I was now a semi-respectable distance away from my third climax. That allowed me to watch as Talya's face scrunched up tight enough to turn a lump of coal into a diamond. I bit my lip and gave another thrust which earned another french-sounding squeak.

Talya's toe-curling orgasm seemed to go on forever, but that may or may not have had something to do with me giving a little rub or twist to the ultra-sensitive bud any time it looked like Talya was calming down. It also might have had some relation to my constant administrations on the sensitive little patch of skin on the inside of Talya's tunnel that I knew was sending jolts of lightning through her nervous system. Was it mean? Absolutely. Did I care?

Nope.

When Talya finally seemed to return to a state of cognizance, I grinned and stilled all movements.

"Who's the quick shot now?"

"F-fuh-f... fuck you."

"Right now, that's your job." I chuckled and leaned in for a kiss. Despite the fact that I essentially bullied her into an orgasm so intense it was probably painful, Talya wasted no time in letting our lips meet. When I gave another little thrust (not against her g-spot this time), the moan she let out into my mouth tasted just as sweet as it sounded.

"Are we gonna play fair this time, or do I need to punish you again?" I mumbled into her lips before pulling away just enough to let her eek out a response. Talya stared me in the eyes- her cerulean blues as deep as the Void itself- and stayed like that for many silent moments. Then, she gave a rock of her hips that stirred my cock deep inside of her and smiled wickedly.

"Get me pregnant, Samirah Korpart. Stuff me to the brim."

As much as a female elf was susceptible to the promise of a really good dick, it seemed like males and futas were weak-willed against the idea of breeding. At least, if the immediate throbbing in my core and the burning heat in my chest was any indication of that fact. Some part of that had to have been carried over from swapping genitals, because the moment that Talya said a single mention of impregnation it felt like all the little swimmers somehow still left in my balls started banging on the doors to be released.

"Oh, you little... alright then."

I gave a long, powerful thrust into her cummy depths, once again tilting myself upwards so that I would drag along her sensitive inner patch. Talya gasped and tightened her embrace around my torso while also shoving her pelvis up to meet my thrust.

"F-fuck me so deep, little Tiger. Get all that cum- hnngh- get it all into my womb. Breed me. P-please. I need it. Get your pussy pregnant and give us both a baby."

Holy fuck, she was laying it on thick. The worst part? It was working unfairly well. I never even realised that I had started thrusting even harder, slamming down into my own pussy with strong strokes that left me huffing for breath and aching down below. It was happening soon- I was going to cum for the third time in less than two minutes and there was nothing I could do to stop it or even slow it down. All I could do was plant a finger atop Talya's clit and roll it up and down like the scroll wheel on a mouse while hoping that she was just as premature as I was.

She let out a genuine, honest-to-goodness scream of pleasure, interlaced with words that were obviously designed to achieve the same goal that my fingers were working towards.

"Make me a mommy!"

When her grip clenched around my back hard enough to leave a bruise and her pussy tightened again, I also plummeted over the edge of the mountain. It was a stark difference- with our normal equipment, the two of us could last for many minutes and enjoy the bliss of sex without worry of it ending too quickly. Now that we were dealing with new packages, both of us were trembling and shaking against each other in less time than it took to drink a glass of water. Both of us had been brought down to semi-virginal novices, groaning into the other as we both came hard enough to short-circuit our brains. The prospect of applying the bond was little more than an afterthought, but at least it was something I was still aware of and could feebly focus on in the moment.

Now that Talya's pussy was rippling with the throes of a climax at the same time I was, I could truly appreciate what it must have felt like for her during the moment. Spurting out jets of virile seed in the moment of most sensitivity, all while the sheathe she was buried into was tightening and squeezing down in every conceivable way. It was like the deepest of deep-tissue massages and localised entirely on the part of my body that was most receptive to stimulation. Every twitch of her inner muscles coaxed out another long, thick rope of cum and it felt like I was damn near dumping my soul into Talya's pussy.

My face was buried into Talya's neck as we both trembled against each other during the long time it took for the convulsions to fade. I was panting hard, and I could feel that Talya's body had chilled a few degrees- just enough for her skin to take an ever-so-slightly darker tone. Somehow, it didn't bother me in the slightest. I just laid atop her, feeling her hard body beneath me while our naked breasts pressed together and my cock idly tingled in the gooey warmth of her sex.

"My, that is something else..." Talya murmured into the top of my head. I craned my neck to look up at her, but she was staring off into space. Or at least, it seemed like it. The solid blue of her eyes was so weird to try and figure out where her attention was. At my movement though, there was a shift in the orbs and somehow I could tell that she was now looking down at me.

"I can feel you inside me."

I raised an eyebrow and stirred my hips just a touch, making my mostly-hard cock squelch inside of Talya. She groaned and tightened her grip around me.

"N-not like that!" she sputtered. "I feel you in my head."

From off to the side, Bianca gently spoke.

"It takes some getting used to."

"What?" I asked nobody in particular. Talya seemed too distracted, so my attention went to Bianca. She was standing at her chosen post with the greatsword leaning on a root within arm's reach. Her helmet turned towards me.

"You know the feeling like someone is staring at you when you aren't looking? It's that, except it's you staring at us and you're in our Awaren'o Cadell."

"That sounds... weird." I offered. Bianca gave a muffled 'hmph' through her helmet and turned.

"It's extraordinarily distracting, for one. Makes it difficult to focus."

"Aww, you find me distracting?"

It didn't matter that Bianca had her helmet on that fully hid her face, I could tell that her cheeks went red. She coughed and turned away while I chuckled and gently pulled back to unsheath myself from Talya. When my heavy cock unplugged her fleshy hole, I was immediately presented with a gurgling stream of oily liquid that dribbled out from between her folds. Just that sight alone made a sudden surge of blood go to re-hardening my cock.

"Wow," I chuckled. "That is insanely hot."

Talya's gaze seemed to follow my own, and she bent herself forward to try and get a look. Before she could say anything, I grinned. "Oh, you want to see what it looks like?"

I placed a hand on both of our crotches. Less than a moment later, and with a sudden grunt of odd pleasure, I was looking down at my own pussy- having returned to where it belonged- and Talya was staring at the black cum now oozing onto the roots beneath my kneeling position. She visibly took a moment to collect herself, then smiled. "That is quite the sight, little Tiger."

"Hey Bianca, you wanna see my own cum dripping out of my pussy?"

While the Battlemage abruptly choked on her own spit, I laughed and shuffled backwards into the water. The warmth was tingly against my re-acquired lady bits and very soothing as I used a hand to start scrubbing away some of the cum. Talya was doing the same, stroking her cock to wash it from our swapped endeavors and rinsing down her thighs that had gotten slimy with excretions.

"Glyph of the Bonded Soul," she said, "Evolution One. Empowered Bond and Lustful Bond. All Glyphs evolve faster and sexual acts with the bond holder or other bonded targets furthers Glyph Evolution."

By that point, Bianca managed to hack up the saliva-based obtrusion in her throat and twisted her helmet to look at Talya. "Then it's the same as mine."

"Cool," I chirped and stood up from my kneeling position. "Now you two can fuck each other and get stronger for it."

Bianca imitated a deflating balloon. Talya gave a hearty laugh.

"How exciting."

Chapter 30: Making Progress

We must have made quite the rag-tag appearance, but thankfully there wasn't anyone here to witness the three of us going through the Breach. Bianca looked the most normal, wearing her steel plates and leading several feet ahead to hopefully take the brunt of any attackers. Of course, that didn't take into account the skin that I could see peeking out from some of the joints between armor pieces. Then, there was Talya dressed in nothing but Bianca's werewolf-skin cloak wrapped tightly around her to keep the heat in.

Just behind Talya was myself; wearing the slightly-oversized gambeson padding that used to be underneath Bianca's armor. The suit designed for my size had already been unwieldy, but manageable. One fitted for a person several inches taller and broader than myself? I felt (and probably looked) like one of those police dog trainers in their bite suits.

It seemed to get both better and worse now that Bianca- err, Ariel was back? No... Bianca. Bianca was back, and that made the Breach easier and difficult at the same time. After all, while the warrior princess fought like a demon in a church camp fistfight, that didn't mean every enemy tried to go after her. No matter how many birds she cleaved in two, flying elks she deftly bisected, or hag-like harpies she decapitated, there were always a generous handful that turned their attention towards the much-less-competent pairing of Talya and I.

There were more of them than Talya and I had experienced on our own by a generous amount, but the talons raked into and got caught on the thick padding covering my body, letting Talya grab the birds and crush their hollow bones with her bare hands. Ironically, I felt the most useless now. I knew that Bianca understood how much the gambeson was hindering my movements and focus since it was improperly sized and awkwardly buckled to compensate, but it was still humiliating to miss eighty percent of my spells.

Blades of water passed harmlessly by hawks, eagles, and vultures, only managing to find purchase every once in a while on the side of a peryton or a harpy that was too preoccupied with staying out of Bianca's reach. It cut through them like a deli slicer, but in the case of the perytons, they were large enough creatures that they continued to swing razored antlers in their frenzy even while gore was spilling out of a severed stomach. Those weren't even the worst, though.

Talya pivoted in front of me, using an arm to hold up the magical cloak like a shield. We both ducked behind it as a splatter of liquid blasted against the fabric. Immediately after, she dropped the fuzzy shield and let me stand up with a hand outstretched. Even through the sweat stinging my vision, I was able to lock onto the culprit.

Perhaps about eight feet from tip to tail with a fat, wrinkly, scaly body and lizard-like face that had black eyes bulging obscenely, it flapped four leathery wings and swung around for a better angle. Beneath it hung six spindly legs wrapped in folds of skin, each topped with three clawed toes. It was a hideous thing, like a komodo dragon somehow had relations with a wasp. No matter what it was, it was a threat more dangerous than anything else in the Breach so far for one specific reason;

It was a ranged attacker.

The ugly lizard let out a screech that sounded like a cobra trying to sing death metal, then I watched as the bloated stomach churned and rippled. The screech turned into a gurgling retch like it was going to vomit, which in a sense, it was. Unfortunately for it, I had my attack ready before it did, and I really didn't want to miss yet again.

The blade of water couldn't have been a better shot. When it collided into the lizard's swollen body, the winged reptile did nothing less than pop like a fleshy balloon. What remained of its body flung backwards off the tree and plummeted out of view, while blood and bile sprayed in every direction. As with the other immediately before it, Talya quickly held up the cloak to shield us both for the split-second rain.

When she lowered the cloak, I could see a mixture of green, yellow and red fluids dripping through the fibres of fur, eventually splattering on the wood beneath our feet. Where the liquid met the ground, wisps of acrid smoke twirled upwards and made my nose itch. Unfortunately, that meant my attention was instantly diverted to Bianca who was kneeling with one arm held up to cover her face.

Splatters of acidic venom sizzled and steamed against steel, including against her helmet where her arm wasn't enough to block the spray. Pockmark holes were peppering the metal like the top of a salt shaker, but that wasn't even the worst part of it. When she staggered to her feet, the entire left side of her armour looked like it had been deep-fried. One hand clutched over a large hole that had been melted through to her midsection and I could see blood dripping down both under and over the plates. Lots of it.

She tried for a step, only to fall back down to her knees. While she tried to brace her fall with her greatsword, it was even more damaged than her armour and split cleanly just above the handle. That meant a leather grip with a few incles of blade was all she held in her hand while the vast majority of the steel clattered down in a different direction.

"Talya!" I screamed, but the Navon-golm was already in action.

I watched a white circle filled in front of Talya's outstretched hand, then empty, then fill, then empty again as Talya dumped a copious amount of healing magic into Bianca. Her skin rapidly changed from white to grey, but Bianca also yanked off her helmet which let me see the sizzling wounds on her face seal back together, leaving nothing more than blood streaks. That alone was enough to assure me that whatever horrific mess was on her side was also being magically stitched to her normal state.

"Oh my god!" I crouched down next to Bianca and looked her up and down. "Are you okay?"

Bianca let out a cough and pulled herself into a seated position. "Y-yeah. Just need to... sit for a minute." She looked at the hilt of her greatsword, then at the broken blade beside her, and sighed. "Damn. I liked that sword."

Meanwhile, I looked over at the carcass of the first bloated acid-lizard that joined the fight- the one that rested like a popped balloon a number of feet away and was still audibly sizzling overtop a pile of other avian bodies. My respect for Bianca shot up by another dozen degrees, which was impressive since I didn't think it was possible to admire her more. She had taken a ball of acid spit directly to her stomach, yet managed to cleave the wretched thing out of the air when it got too close. Even after it blew up all over her, Bianca still held her ground, took down more enemies, and evaded the attacks of the last enemy- the second acid lizard- until I managed to snipe it out of the sky. The fact that she, only now, had collapsed to her knees spoke volumes.

"What were those things?" I asked warily. Talya stepped closer while Bianca huffed.

"I have no idea," The redhead said. "I've never encountered a ranged enemy in this Breach in any of my other clears. Much less one that explodes like that."

"You haven't read anything about it?" Talya asked. Bianca shook her head.

"Acid-spitting lizards? Yes. Ones with six legs, wings, and an eruption on death? Not at all. I was expecting to see some ranged attacks since Sam has an ability to fight at range, but not something like this."

"Maybe the Breach is harder than normal because you're Second Promotion, so it's balancing itself around that?" I spoke warily.

"Or," Talya suggested, "maybe Samirah 'breaking the pattern' changed the Breach so much that it's creating entirely new enemies."

"Or a combination of both," Bianca finalized. "Samirah changed the Breach, and it's balancing itself around me. Either way, that means we'll probably be facing unrecorded monsters in any Breach we enter going forward."

"Well, what do we want to call those things? We need to be able to refer to them as something."

Both girls paused at my question. All three of us thought, but eventually I offered a shrug. "Boomers? 'Cause they go boom?"

Thankfully, they weren't from a world that would have any chance of understanding the reference and objecting against it, so both girls gave a simple nod of agreement.

On that cheerful note of naming the horrendous little shit that injured Bianca so badly, we sat in silence for a number of minutes. I cuddled underneath the cloak with Talya to try and warm her skin back to its normal shade of white, while Bianca meticulously adjusted her armor piece by piece. I tried not to stare at her pseudo-nudity as she took off and examined every single acid-marked plate, but it was hard to ignore the gruesomely large splotch of blood staining her entire left side. It was uncanny- to know that it was her blood, yet underneath she was unharmed. Magical healing was something else.

Either way, it led to me shuffling away from Talya and scooching up beside Bianca. Before she could say anything, I let a pink ring form in front of my palm and allowed a tiny bit of magic to leak through while I placed my hand on her shoulder. As the spell was released, water squeezed out from where our skin met and started running down her chest and arm.

"Don't waste your mana," Bianca said. I shook my head and started gently scrubbing with the sleeve of my oversized gambeson.

"I'm not," was all I said before continuing to wipe away the mess as best I could. Blood and water smeared more than it cleaned, but I did manage to get her shoulder to the point that it wasn't literally painted with her own gore. A tiny improvement, but an improvement nonetheless.

I worked wordlessly. While Bianca examined melted straps and determined which segments of her armour were even still functional, I sat beside her and slowly, gently washed her down. There was an occasional little spell here and there to wet her skin or help wash my hands before I started swiping away at more gore. All the while, I used my gambeson like a towel to wipe off as much as I could before going for another pass.

When I washed her chest, Bianca specifically looked away from me. That was okay. In fact, I leaned my head on her shoulder and took my time scrubbing the blood from between and around her breasts. I didn't need her to say anything, or even to make eye contact. I could just wrap my arms around her in a sideways hug and the way she hugged me back was the only thing I needed.

After a while, she was clean... ish, but enough for the three of us to unanimously agree that it was time to continue moving after a few more final preparations. Bianca's armour seemed to offer noticeably less protection as entire plates were missing due to being too damaged, or simply having their straps be dissolved past the point of use- including her helmet. I tried not to pay attention to the fact that her full-plate armor suspiciously started to resemble the type of female armour in video games, since it was effectively a metal crop-top with only her right arm remaining armoured.

Her left arm was bare until her gauntlets, which had been in poor condition, but good enough to still wear, and the plates on her left thigh had lost a good portion of the strap making them impossible to use properly. Her sword was ruined, but the acid-burnt blade still boasted around three and a half feet of usable material. In a matter of minutes, Bianca had carved open one of the slain perytons and harvested some of their powerful leg tendons to use as a rudimentary rope, tying the blade to the end of a long, sturdy branch like a stone-age polearm. With the damaged armour and the caveman-esque weapon, Bianca looked like some sexy gender-swap of Conan the Barbarian. I really had to keep myself from visibly biting my lip at the sight.

Our next encounter with a Boomer went much better. As Talya had demonstrated so nicely before, magical items were highly resistant to damage- including from acid vomit that could melt through steel like it was styrofoam. That meant our normal plan of Talya and I sticking together while Bianca stayed forward to act as 'bait' remained in play until one of the vomit fucks showed up.

Then, all three of us huddled and hid behind the all-powerful werewolf-towel when it spat at us, and I carefully took aim to take it down in only two shots. If there was one good thing about the Boomers, killing them basically turned them into a frag grenade with acid shrapnel. That meant the two other birds that had been flying around for their opening all but turned into goo as they disintegrated on the wood floor, and the peryton let out a high-pitched wail that indicated the sheer amount of pain it was in as the side of its body closer to the Boomer had skin melting so deep that I could see bones. Bianca finished it quick, but that couldn't erase the unpleasant mental image in my head of what it might have looked like underneath Bianca's armour after that first Boomer. There weren't enough words to explain how much silent praise I sent towards Talya.

Eventually, the three of us stopped. For the entire Breach thus far, it had been a massive trunk as wide as a city block making up the floor and winding upwards around the trunk of the tree. Or, I assumed that it wrapped all the way around. We had been walking for hours, coming across another fight about every twenty minutes, but I still wasn't even sure if we had gone around the circumference of the tree once- it was that disorienting in the size. Regardless, it had been the one path, with only one choice- up.

Now, the three of us looked at a split in the cliff face that was the trunk of the tree. It held a clear and obvious path that seemed to go directly towards the center of the tree, but angled upwards so sharply it may as well have been a set of stairs. In fact, the wood was naturally shaped into little ledges that made perfect steps as far as I could see. That wasn't very far, however, since the tunnel was cast in darkness from zero internal illumination, only letting me see about forty feet inwards. It was still enough to let me see and immediately recognize what the hallway intended.

"What... is that?" Bianca asked warily.

"A shortcut," I said.

"Are those what I think they are?" Talya raised a curious and amused eyebrow. I gave a curt nod.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure those are exactly what you think they are."

I could only grin as the triangular-shaped tunnel's top two walls writhed and shifted with movement, since the entire space was filled with dangling ropes that blew in the breeze. That was, except for the fact that they weren't ropes and there was no breeze.

I watched as one thick, green, vine-like tendril rested limply on the floor while an unreasonably phallic tip oozed out a puddle of sappy liquid. Three more close to the entrance had twisted outside and were rubbing themselves on the bark of the tree to leave sticky streaks all on the surface. Another drifted aimlessly until it brushed up against a fellow tendril, upon which it wrapped tightly around the 'mate' and proceeded to slide up and down in a motion that could only be described as 'jacking it off'. The receiving tendril even started spraying out that thick liquid in jets on the floor, and that liquid was everywhere.

It coated every single one of the dick-vines from where they sprouted out of the walls and all the way down their lengths that seemed to vary anywhere from two feet to twenty. It slicked up the walls so much that it looked like they were made from flesh rather than wood, and it made the floor look like there had been a domino effect of falling shelves in a corn syrup factory. It was dripping down the stairs in a way that was definitely not OSHA-compliant, and even made a pool of the stuff just outside the entrance. Bianca's eyes started to go wide.

"That... that is- oh dear."

"It looks like we can choose the long way with birds, harpies, flying deer and Boomers," I looked out towards the flat stretch of tree branch. "Or we can take the cum tunnel and get molested by plant tentacles."

Both Talya and Bianca looked at me with wildly different expressions. Bianca was mortified with red cheeks and lips open in aghast, while Talya was smirking and trying desperately not to laugh. I gave a shrug.

"Personally, I vote for the cum tunnel."