One by one the Vulgar Dynasty returned to their rooms at the Platinum Palace. First, Vanity and Yoona using Bucky's carriage. Both were rather tired from their light bonding session.
Then was Dian and Gala. Gala had already past out along the journey so Dian princess carried her all the way to her nest. Dian felt simultaneously enlightened and annoyed that Gala actually sleeps in something like this. She needed a drink and raided the wine cellar later.
Soon after was Bounty, Whistle, and Reggie. Which was mostly Bounty retelling the non-dream details of his encounter with Color, followed by laughs from his comrades and them telling their own stories of crazy women they've had to deal with.
And lastly was Ag and Mordeki, exhausted from their search for Ave. He was nowhere to be found, and with much irritation from Ag, they reluctantly decided to call it a night and they'd pick it up in the morning.
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Elsewhere, at a different time.
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A young witch girl stumbled towards her mother in their home kitchen. Her feet catching on her oversized cloak and her vision obscured by a wide brimmed pointed hat. In her hands she held an old tome with the word's "Coven Spells for Young Witches" written on the spine.
"Mommy! Mommy!" She tugged on her mother's dress. She in turn put down a kitchen knife and leaned down to pick up her daughter and snuggle her. "What do need, honey?" She asked holding her to her chest.
"Uhg! Mom." The young witch struggled to get free before her mother finally let her go. "I read through the old book you gave me."
"Awww. Did you learn anything?" The mother asked.
"Actually... I wanted to ask something." The girl flipped through the pages while her mother got giddy, ready to possibly teach her daughter. "Here." She said as she pointed to a few pages that had been torn out of the book. The only remainder being the title of a page. 'Ritual of the Rabbit.'
The mother took the book in her hands inspecting the tears. "Ah, yes. The Ritual of the Rabbit was recently banned by the Coven.
"But why?" The girl whined. "What's it do? It sounds so nice!" The mother instantly got embarrassed with a slight blush to the face. Her daughter was much to young to get 'The Talk' so she did her best to skirt around the subject.
"Well... Honey... When a witch wants a little witch of her own, she falls in love with a man, and they do a 'ritual' together. But sometimes that ritual isn't strong enough, so they use The Rabbit to get the 'boost' they need."
"But why get rid of it?" The girl asked stomping her foot.
"Well..." Her mother nervously clenched her teeth. "...Some witches started using it on men they weren't in love with. And when there's no love the spell sometimes effects those who have nothing to do with the spell. This caused a lot of people to have a bunch of little witches when they didn't want them."
The daughter took on a pensive face.
"That's why the Coven banned it, and no longer teach it. Do you understand, sweetie?"
"I guess..." She grumbled.
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Gala's eye shot open. The feeling of drunkenness she had dissipated, and was replaced by a new kind of foreign inebriation. She stumbled out of her nest, not quite fully in control of her body. A pinkish haze clouded her vision.
Her legs buckled and quivered underneath her; forcing her to support herself on walls and furniture as she stumbled towards the door. Once in the hall her body was flushed with heat, her breath heavy and hastened, her groin ached.
She new exactly where she was going. The logical part of her brain screamed at her to turn back, but it was a minute voice against the primal, lustful choir that sung a tantalizing crescendo. She grabbed upon the door of her target and quietly twisted it.
Locked. But only a trivial matter. It seemed this lustful possession had more focus on Gala's magic than she would think. The talons of her hands rapidly extended into scythes, completely tearing through the lock of the door. She normalized her talons and opened the door.
She slowly stumbled forward. Eyes focused on her prey. She slowly eased herself into their bed. Hands crawling forward along a thigh, she grabbed hold of something solid under fleshy comfort. There was a flurry of sheets, and the last thing Gala felt was a strike to the side of her head.
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NSFW Disclaimer, the rest of this chapter includes: GL Sex, Monster Girls, BDSM, Petplay, Edging, Pain, Watersports, Biting, and Blood.
If you have a sensitivity to any of these, feel free to skip ahead, but know you may miss something important.
(And let's face it, if you made it this far, you were looking forward to this.)
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Gala woke up again the second time that night. She was hoping to think she just had a wild dream, but given that she's now blindfolded and hog-tied on her back... Probably wasn't a dream. The slight headache wasn't helping either.
Despite her circumstance she kept rather calm. 'It's okay Gala. You're still in the palace. No one's gonna hurt you here.' She told herself, unaware of the impending harm she was about to receive.
"You slutty little minx~." An alluring voice rang out. It was Dian. Just the person Gala did and didn't want to be tied up around, for different reasons. "You teased me all day~. I was thinking our little make out session was warning enough, but no. You get drunk, smack my ass, break into my room, and try to fondle me in my sleep."
Dian's voice was more flirtatious than angry. In fact kinda slurred, if the 5 bottles of wine on the nightstand were any indication. Gala was frozen in an aroused fear. She didn't have much of a defense, and any rebuttal might end up badly. She felt Dian crawl into the bed next to her. The heat of her body just barely against Gala's feathers.
"This is your one last warning~." Dian whispered in Gala's ear sending shivers through her body. "Are you sure you want to be in a relationship with me? Because I don't do the whole 'Girlfriend' thing."
"Then what... do you do?" Gala got out. Her voice scared and shaky.
"That's a surprise, my little songbird~. Accept, and you'll find out." Dian finished with a kissing noise just to entice Gala even further.
"I..." Gala hesitated; trying considered the alternative. No sex meant more Leviathan grows, but sex with Dian was certain to be something she never experienced before. She was scared she might enjoy it. "...I accept." Gala affirmatively said.
"Good girl~." Dian praised. Gala felt something wrap around her neck. A soft leather collar with cold metal studs. It was fastened snuggly around her throat. Gala reflectively gasped for air. Her breathing picked up until she realized the collar wasn't actually hampering her breathing.
"With this collar you are now my pet. My precious songbird, my picky kitty, my promiscuous bitch~." Dian's words ran like fire through Gala's body. "Normally, I have an 'animals don't talk' rule, but I still need to learn more from this cute little stray that followed me home~. So try not to be too timid for me."
Gala could really feel the lustful ache in her body. A hot moistness forming between her legs. Plus the blindfold and rope around her hands and feet weren't doing her any favors either. Every slight movement, sound, feeling, all enhanced to greater erotic energy. A slight moan escaped her, one that Dian couldn't help but notice. all
"Those bindings must be making my kitten quite frustrated. Here." Within moments the ropes were off and Gala's limbs found rest as hot blood began fully flowing back to them. Dian slowly took off the blindfold to give Gala view of her candlelit room.
Dian wore a luxurious full-body black nightgown. Her mask was still covering half her face, but slightly askew as if it was off previously. She stood up out of bed and offered a seductive hand towards Gala. "Come now, pup. Let's get you cleaned up."
Gala sat forward and leaned in to take her hand, but something dawned on her; Dian is quite tipsy, which means she may be more accepting... There was another secret she had to spill. "Wait!" Gala said pulling her hand back. "I need to show you something before we go any further. You have to promise not to run away." Gala said with a quiet fear.
"There you go teasing me again..." Dian sighed with a smile. "I doubt you can surprise me now, so go ahead."
Gala give one last timid look before her body began shuddering and shifting. All her feathers molded into snow-white flesh. Her beak reshaped into a cute nose and full, pouty, light-blue lips. Her eyes went from a deep black to milky white as silver hair sprouted from her head in glamorous waves. Her chest formed two perky A-cup breasts. And lastly the talons of her hands and feet formed into standard human limbs. Near flawless skin, with the exception of scars covering most of her legs, arms, and back.
Dian was speechless at seeing her lithe body. A sudden mix of betrayal and intrigue. She wanted to be angry, furious even. But from a mix of a flirty mood and a lot of alcohol, she realized she's about to make a sexual conquest she's yet to achieve in all her years. Sex with a changeling.
"You're a changeling." Gala flinched, not noticing Dian's smile. "Even better than expected."
"What --?" Gala asked, somewhat surprised at the acceptance.
"Though I guess if we're revealing major secrets. I might as well share." Dian muttered. "But you have to promise not to run away as well, birdie."
Gala slowly shook her head in agreement. She watched as Dian removed her nightgown and mask. She was immediately stunned by the monstrous beauty before her. Dian's body was decorated in a monochrome kaleidescope of black wolfish fur, spotted tuffs of grey feathers, and stripey rivulets of white scales. The only places untouched were her hands, her feet, her firm DD breasts, her cumgutter 8-pack, and her pretty pink pussy; The dense black forest covering it is purely elven woods.
Lastly her face. What lied under the mask was cracked white dragon scales. Her deep ocean eye lustfully gazing at the surprised girl before her. She let out a growly breath that released freezing air from her lungs.
Though Gala's face looked horrified, in reality she just unlocked a new fetish. The deep blue blush on her face reflected that. She stood from the bed and slowly walked up to Dian with a tense, yet curious gaze. She reached up to stoke Dian's scaly cheek.
"What~?" Dian asked with mild amusement.
"Why would you hide this -- being a half-dragon? It's the most beautiful part of you." Gala admitted. Her eyes trapped in the hypnotic ocean.
"How about we save the traumatic parts of our lives for after I ravage you." Dian said with flirty smirk; grabbing Gala's hands and moving them up to her shoulders. In a quick motion she wrapped her hands under Gala's thighs and lifted her up to her hips. "Woah!" Gala let out from the surprise elevation.
Dian leaned in to steal a quick kiss. Gala responded with a pout of her lips. "What's wrong, pup~?" Dian asked.
"I wanted more..." She replied with a bratty pitch.
"You'll get more when I'm done cleaning the filthy stray that won't leave me alone." Dian said suddenly serious and aggressive. The sudden shift along with being called a filthy stray sent waves of heat through Gala. Her temptation to get even filthier kept climbing.
Dian carried Gala to the bathroom. A large stone tub that covered half the room sat just before them. The hot sigil faucet was turned and within minutes it was full. In that time Dian stripped Gala and simply admired her new pet. Two perfectly supple A-cups with matching light-blue nipples and pussy.
Gala was able to catch a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror. Her new collar was spiked with letters stitched between each spike. It spelled out 'Good Girl'. She wondered what the 'Bad Girl' collar would look like. She already wanted to put it on.
Though the tub could comfortably fit six people. Dian made sure she and Gala shared a single spot on the edge. The large elf held her companion from behind, a leg wrapping around to pin her companion in place. Dian could feel Gala constantly quivering and flinching.
"Don't be scared. I'm not going to do anything to you yet~." Dian comforted. But for Gala, that wasn't the problem. She wanted to be touched, stroked, bent over and pounded, but she was too embarrassed to fully admit that. Instead she reluctantly settled for getting her hair and body sensually washed.
And sensual it was. Dian lathered both of them in the herbal soaps and oils provided. Her breasts slid against Gala's back from every change of her hands gliding along her body. A deep, full body massage that both relaxed and excited Gala. Every inch of her body was pampered... except the most important. Everytime Dian's fingers drifted near Gala's soaking pleasure pit... she'd pull back, leaving Gala in a constant state of anticipation.
Gala's breath and moans quietly picked up, and just the moment when she was about to reach climax Dian would completely stop, interlock her hands with Gala's, and hold her tight. Though it looked like a loving cuddle, in reality it was Dian forcefully making sure Gala was always on the brink. Stopping her from falling of the cliff, but not pulling her up to safety either.
Dian repeated this teasing over and over again; the edging became unbearable, as Gala began to weep and whine along with her moans and gasps. She struggled within Dian's grasp. "Please! I can't take it anymore!" She yelled with a lustdrunk tone and expression.
"Take what?" Dian asked knowing full what what she meant.
"Please... I need... I need... to cum. I'm so close, but you keep stopping." Gala whined. Dian gripped her hands more lovingly, and gave her a passionate, tongue filled kiss.
"Good girl. You finally remembered your role as my pet. Pets are supposed to beg for what they want." Dian resumed her sensual assault, but just as Gala was getting close, Dian didn't stop her, infact encouraged it; Gently moving Gala's hand towards her slit to let her play with herself.
Gala closed her eyes; already lost in her self pleasure. Her thoughts ran wild, just imagining everything she wanted Dian to do to her. She scared herself with her own imagination, but that kinky fear only added to the fervent beats of her fingers sliding in and out of her wet cunt.
White lightning shot through her veins, barely realizing her fingers had been pulled away and replaced by Dian's long elven tongue. Gala's sweet girl cream painted her mouth and lips. Gala panicked, having just realizing what she'd done, but before she could make a noise Dian had already locked their lips together so that Gala could get the full taste of her own girl cum on Dian's tongue.
Dian pulled Gala into the tub with a splash. Rinsing both their bodies of their sins. It was shortlived, however, as Dian cuddled her partner just above the water. "So how was that, my little songbird?" Dian asked holding Gala close.
"Amazing." Gala breathes deep, still coming off her euphoric high.
"Well don't get use to it." Dian bit with a aggressively seductive voice.
"Why?" Gala asked desperately, hoping this wasn't just a one night stand.
"Because this is the most comfortable my pets are allowed to get." Dian hooked a finger around the back of Gala's collar; gently pulled it tight. She leaned in forcing Gala into deep eye contact. "From here on out you will be trained, you will be disciplined, you will be punished. If you disobey; I~ Will~ Hurt~ You~. And no amount of 'No's or 'Stop's are going to stop our playtime."
Gala's breath quivered. This was such uncharted territory for her. So dangerous. So exciting.
"Don't give me that look, kitten. We both have to consent to this, so you are allowed a safe word."
"Safe word?" Gala asked.
"You must be rather vanilla, or trusting, if you don't have a safe word. If you ever get too scared, or I'm being too rough, or you need a break, all you have to do is say Alexandrite, it's my birthstone. I'll stop. No ifs, ands, or buts. But we won't be using it... won't we~?"
Gala was an adventurer long before she was a lover. The constant thrill of exploring, fighting, and the rewards afterwards. This is the first time she felt like sex was an adventure. She may not be fully prepared, but she was ready. She leaned forward choking herself on her collar to give her new owner a deep kiss.
Dian with her off hand grabbed her pet's chin, holding her in place. "Good girl~." She whispered before giving a final loving peck on the lips. "Why don't we dry off and move to the bed?"
Gala nodded in reluctant agreement. She was hoping to enjoy more time in the warm water, but a bed offered a lot more opportunities for fun. (Plus, water makes a terrible lubricant.)
Dian dried her pet and lead her to the bed. "Sit. Stay." Gala followed with slight trepidation; not use to following commands like an animal, but she followed them none the less. Dian gave a final look before she wondered into the walk-in closet. She walked back out with a grandiose reveal. Gala couldn't decided between letting her jaw hit the floor, or break out laughing. The latter succeeded unfortunately.
Dian stood with a scornful glare, arms crossed behind her back. Baby pink lingerie adorning her body. A bra that struggled to contain her massive rack, and a garter belt attached to silk stockings that matched a pair of gloves that went up to her shoulders. It was obvious she was trying to cover her more monstrous parts.
"Do you find this funny?" Dian asked striding up to the bed. Her hips and breasts in an intimidating sway, which quickly caught Gala's attention. She fell backwards on the bed. "I'm sorry! I just wasn't expecting pink."
"Just because I'm a badass doesn't mean I'm not allowed to be girly." Dian seethed. "Bad girl~." She grabbed Gala's legs and pulled her off the bed. "Kneel, now!" She commanded.
Gala quickly got up from the floor. Eager to please, and scared of failing expectations. She psyched herself up. She is the damn first wife to the High Pontifex of the god of love! She was going to please her partner, as she's done a thousand times before. Even if it meant acting like a dog.
But no plan survives first contact, as she lost all composure realizing she was face-to-pussy with Dian. She looked up to see her standing above her with a leash in hand. The metal clasp dropped and dangled infront of her.
Gala let out a nervous laugh. "This for me?"
"I was hope you could be a good girl for me all night~." Dian latched the leash to the collar. "But instead, you get the Bad Girl leash."
"That doesn't sound so bad..." Gala let out another nervous laugh.
Dian looked down unimpressed. She wrapped the handle of the leash around her hand causing several sigils to light up along the leash and collar. "Sounds like you want to see what a bad girl deserves."
Gala let out a scared whimper, but that didn't stop her punishment. Dian tugged on the leash. Gala felt literal electricity in her veins as the collar jolted her. Her whole body retracted as she let out a stifled scream. Though the pain scared her, the fact she slightly enjoyed it scared her more.
"The collar has 2 more settings. Do you want to try them out too, or are you going to be a good girl?"
Gala desperately latched on to Dian's thighs. A tear falling down her cheek. "I'll be a good girl! I swear!" Dian reached down behind Gala's head gripping her at the scalp. "Then put that tongue to fucking use, bitch."
Gala's mouth was plunged deep into Diana's elven forest. Her nose being tickled by the branches of the trees, and her tongue dug deep into the undergrowth. It smelled of flowers, but that was probably the bath they just took.
Even in her submissive position, Gala was still a natural brat. She had her own pride. She wasn't going to just take it. She was going to take her own initiative. She was going to show her owner what this dog was capable of.
Changelings not only can turn into other people, but they can change parts of their true form as well. Lucky for Gala, she had a few years of practice on her tongue alone.
Gala lapped at Dian's wanting pussy. Taking the spare moment to suck and nibble her clit. She was in her own secret dom mode. Focusing on Dian's breathing and subtle movements. She was going to take care of her just like she does all her wives.
She waited patiently, as Dian was getting relaxed. The leash got dropped, and Gala made her move. Her tongue slithered inside. Dian's body lurched from the sudden feeling of something pounding into her cervix.
"Gala! -- Wh-aaaah!" Dian moaned out. She tried to stand straight and pull away, but the stimulation was already too much for her, as her g-spot was being assaulted by a slithering force; like two snakes locked in a deathmatch.
"Stop! Stop! Fucking... -- Stop!" Dian cried out getting lost in her eminent orgasm.
'What part of no 'Stop's will stop our playtime?' Gala thought, snickering to herself.
"Fine! You -- asked -- for it." Dian grabbed ahold of Gala's head with both hands and pulled her deeper in. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on her tongue along with her orgasm. Gala took a shot to the mouth of Dian's hot girl cum. Sweet like nectar. It was followed, however, by a torrent of bitter and salty liquid flooding her mouth. She couldn't pull away, and was left with either swallowing, or drowning.
This unfortunately wasn't the first time Gala's drank another woman's piss, and it likely wasn't going to be the last. It was the one sexual act she could barely get use to. Dian let go of her head so her tongue could slide its way out of Dian's elven cunt. Once her tongue was back in she gave a toothy smile thinking she did a great job.
"Bad. Girl." Dian growled through clenched teeth. Gala didn't have time to react before she received a slap across the face with enough force to knock her on her stomach.
"Ow! What was that -- AH!" Gala felt the full force of Dian laying on her back, straddling and pinning her down just like at the club. A mix of cold and hot air escaped her mouth against the back of Gala's neck.
"You're just determined to be a bad little girl? Aren't you?" She growled.
"No! No, I was trying to be a good g -- hurkk!" Dian pulled the leash, choking Gala.
"Don't fucking lie to me! You're a slutty little whore that does what she wants!" Dian wrapped the leash around her hand twice. Gala thought to use the safe word, but her pride as an ambassador of love wouldn't let her. She'd receive the punishment laid out for her.
"Please. I'm sorry. I was just --"
"Shut up! Sorries are for people! Not for lowly little animals that can't listen to simple orders. Lucky for you, I know just the training to fix your behavior." Dian pulled on the leash activating it's second function.
Gala felt as her spiked collar inverted itself. The spikes dug into her neck, breaking skin and causing her to bleed. "Fuck!" Gala screamed out, the movement of her throat only making the spikes dig more. Blue blood slowly trickled down onto her chest.
"Shuu~ Bad girls like you don't get to make a single sound. Get ready, the pain doesn't stop here." Dian bit down on Gala's shoulder, piercing with her canines. She lapped and drank the blood that flowed out.
The worst part for Gala wasn't the pain, nor the bleeding, nor Dian's sudden vampiric nature. It was the fact she wanted it. She hated herself for how bad she wanted it. The words "More" and "Harder" resonated in her with a primal force. Before she knew it she was screaming them.
A hand wrapped around her mouth and silenced her. Dian pulled away from her neck and moved to her ear. "What did I say you naughty bitch? Shut up and get ready. This is just the beginning."