NSFW Disclaimer: This chapter contains GL, Monster Girls, sexual injury, tragic backstories.
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Dian's Perspective
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Fuck.
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I need to stop getting wine drunk. It always gets me hungover without fail. And it's hard to breathe. Why is it hard to breathe. Uuh. Something's on top of me... It's a person...
What did I do last night? Come on memories, work. That date with Gala... The club... Whoever's on me isn't covered in feathers... Did I go back and pick a girl up?
I can still smell the aftermath of our 'activities' from last night. There's a hint of blood. Plus the few love bites I feel on my body indicate that we played rough. Really rough. I'm going to have to apologize. Damn, I hate the morning after apology.
I slowly open my eyes to the morning sun beaming through the window. Fuck does it sting. My eyes and brain feel like they're melting. Power through Dian, power through.
Oh. Hello there mysterious lady. A lithe frame, snowy skin, long silver hair that drapes across my breasts. And that little callipygian ass marred by my own marks of love. Hmmm! I already want to play with it all over again!
Shit. I must have moved too much and now she's waking up. Maybe she'll just leave. This was a one night stand after all. I hope. I'll pretend to sleep and everything will be fine. Yeah.
Nope. Not fine. She's crawling up me. I can feel her breath on my neck. Oh. Oooh. She's giving me some morning hickies. A parting gift perhaps? Maybe she isn't too upset about last night?
"Hey. I know you're awake." She whispers in a sultry tone. I guess I've been caught. I slowly open my eyes again.
Holy hells. I'm immediately lost in those massive milky eyes. Such kissable, blue, pouty lips. Her neck so thin I could wrap my hand around it... She's smiling at me with a black eye, split lip, and a lot of bandages on her neck and shoulders. Everything that isn't covered has noticeable hickies and bite marks.
She really let me get away with a lot. She's still here, and not crying or yelling. There's no way I accidently stumbled upon the perfect masochist, right?
"I see you haven't ran away." I whisper back. My voice low from the morning grogginess.
"Was I supposed too?..." She coyly asks. "...You know... to give you a chase."
"Precisely~." I cup my hand under her chin. I can feel her wince from my touch. A wince of anticipation. "...But since you're still here... I guess I should apologize." I quietly continue.
"About what?" She asks with genuine confusion.
"Last night, obviously. What I did to you, more specifically."
She laughs in my face. "What are you talking about? That was fun!"
"Fun?" There was disbelief audible in my voice. A bad habit of mine to be too skeptical. She suddenly gets a little more embarrassed. I can see the blue blush on her cheeks.
"I mean... It was scary... And it did hurt... But I quickly learned to enjoy it. I learned at the church that we are supposed to accept and embrace every form of love... even the more 'violent' kind." She bites her lip while looking me up an down.
The church? What kind of church... No... Oh no no no no. I just realized who I slept with.
"Did I say something wrong, Dian? You look a bit panicked." She asks with concern in her eyes. It's herself she should be concerned about.
"N--"
"Oh wait! I'm supposed to call you Mistress, right?"
I gently grab her upper arms trying to avoid the few bruises on them. "Dian is fine right now. Play is over. I'm just thinking about how I don't fully remember about what exactly I did to you last night."
"Oh..." She gets a sad look on her face. A look that quickly turns lustful. "...So you don't remember the collar~, or the biting~, or the riding crop~?"
"I used a riding crop?"
"No, but you mentioned you wanted one."
I can't help but laugh a bit. "You're right. That does sound like me. But that doesn't explain the lip and eye."
"About that..." She gets all shy once again. "...that was my fault. I wanted to show you my dancing, but I slipped on the sheets on my way off the bed and landed on my face. Even though we played rough, you genuinely were concerned for me. I don't think I've ever been that comforted before."
A slight sigh of relief escapes my lips. I may be a sadist, but I don't plan on being an abuser. Truly a fine line between sexy pain and regular pain. As a lay back to get a moment of reprieve, she snuggles up against my side. She wraps her arms around my own, inspecting the fur, feather, and scales.
"Don't worry. You don't owe me an apology, but you still owe me an explanation." She gently kisses my upper arm. Looking me in the eyes before nuzzling her face in my fur. She's so comfortable, and accepting. It's a breath of fresh air, really.
"Are you sure?" I ask leaning into her. "Most people run after they hear it."
"I think I can manage." She gives me a determined smile.
"Well... It all started long before I was born."
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World: Sicoria
Region: Feylarun
Location: Deep Underground, underneath the City of Vigil
Time: Generations before Dian's birth.
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Two dark elves wander the winding caves of the underground. One male, the other female. With a torch in his hand the male crept slowly in the dark. "Hurry up brother. They're right behind us." The female behind him stated with a clear urgent cadence.
"Then take the torch and lead!" He shouted back to her, offering their light source. "You're the one who got us caught anyways!"
"If you weren't acting like such an ass, I wouldn't have to do something drastic to get us caught!" She yelled back.
"Over here!" They heard someone exclaim distantly; echoes of their pursuers.
The duo picked up their pace with little regard for checking their footing as danger was right on their heels. Their heavy footfalls cracking the limestone underneath until it eventually gave way. Both fell deeper into the dark; barely saved by an underground river. They nearly drowned in the rapids but luckily washed up on the shores of a subterranean lake. Their torch was long snuffed, but their surroundings were luckily lit by large bioluminescent mushrooms.
"Sulyz? -- You alive?" The male got out while coughing up water.
"Just a few scrapes and bruises, Zylus. Nothing's broken." She stumbled to her feet only to fall back down again with a scream. "Scratch that. Ah! I think my ankle's broken."
Zylus crawled over to his wounded sister and clasped her hand. "Hold strong, sister. We're the legendary Cetch twins. We've gotten through worse." She gave him a pained smile before playfully pushing him away. "You idiot." They both laughed.
Zylus stood to his feet offering his hands to his sister. "Here, let me pick you up. I'll get us out of here." Sulyz moved into position so her brother could hoist her up. Once aloft, Zylus moved them along the shoreline of the lake --
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"I thought you said this was supposed to be scary or something." Gala asked.
"Calm down, I'm getting there. I'm setting ambiance."
"Screw ambiance. I want to know why your arms are fuzzy." She pouted.
I snicker a bit before turning on my side to look at her fully. "You know you're gonna have to explain this too." I generally motion to her body.
"I know. Finish your story."
This cheeky little brat. Her defiant tone always gets me going and I think she knows it. I push her over on her side facing away from me before pulling her close to me. Her body is instantly hot from my force and presence. I wrap my arms around her and lean in to nibble on her ear. "Oh I'm going to make sure something gets finished this morning.~"
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Once they arrived at the ancient ruins --
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"Wait wait! I think we skipped a few things!" Gala nervously exclaimed.
"I thought you wanted me to skip the ambiance." My voice rough as I hold her tighter. She lets out a little squeal.
"Fine, fine! Sorry for interrupting."
"Okay, as I said..."
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Once they arrived at the ancient ruins they saw from the lake. Zylus sat his sister down on the steps. Etchings within the stones lit up with a cyan glow. Ruined houses, plazas, and walkways stretched for miles before them. "Woah." They both exclaimed. Zylus cautiously continued forward to get a better view around. The only thing that stood to it's full height was a massive temple at the center of the underground city.
"I don't think anyone has seen this place for years... lifetimes maybe. We could be the only souls for miles!" Zylus yelled. His voiced echoed through the city. Not another sound could be heard.
"I'd love to share your enthusiasm, but I'm still hurt here..." Sulyz looked up to see her brother had already ran off like a distracted child, despite them being in their 200s. "Zylus? Zylus!? Dammit, don't leave me here! As your older sister I'm telling you to get back here!"
Zylus was already on the front steps of the massive temple. The cries of his sister only a distant whisper. He didn't realize he heard another voice in his head. A clawing at the back of his brain luring him forth.
The doors groaned open, scrapping of stone against stone. The gigantic cathedral lit up with a cyan glow. The temple was only one massive room, and at the center stood a very literal sleeping giant. However, it was no ordinary giant. It dwarfed regular giants with its titanic size. Almost nothing about it was giant-like either.
Two digitigrade legs, one bestial, the other insectoid. A broken open ribcage that acted almost like an exoskeleton. Six massive arms that were all unlike each other, and with each one chained to a different part of the temple. A head that sprouted several rows of horns and antlers. Even it's head was nothing but a skull of some amalgam of creatures.
Zylus slowly walked down the steps to a large dais at the breast of the titan. A blood stained pedestal sat at center giving ample invitation to the curious, and curious Zylus was. He hesitated at first, only to give in and place his hand on the pedestal. The cyan glow of the temple shifted to a deep red. A stone spike jutted out of the pedestal and stabbed into his hand. He let out a pained scream, but it was yet the worst to come.
The blood that dripped from his wound pooled and stilled. It began to shift into different colors as it resonated with the titan. As if it had a mind of it's own, it crawled back into his hand. The spike retracted and the wound seemed to close on it's own. As if nothing ever happened. He let out a sigh of relief. A sigh that was followed by a scream.
He felt an intense heat and pressure throughout his entire body. His clothes tore open as his body split and morphed into a sick copy of the titan. A demonic voice resonated in his head.
"Wews zb wiceg, ezr foeguuwid... al pextbuqqr pkmxr."
(Key: Demon)
"Zylus!" Sulyz called out. Her voice snapped her brother back to reality as his transformation stopped and reverted itself, but only to a certain extent. His body was irreversibly covered in fur, feathers, and scales.
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"So... you ancestors found some creature underground. And it turned them into half-monster people." Gala recapped out loud.
"Pretty spot on, bird. But not quite." The blood of the titan isn't hereditary, so every progeny of Zylus had to undergo the same process as he did. Even me. Though, I did it as a baby so I don't even remember it. We can even control specific transformations with a little blood magic."
"What about Sulyz?"
"No one knows. She couldn't stand what her brother became. She changed her name and vanished one day. Just... gone."
Gala snuggles deeper into me. "Promise me you won't just vanish on me." She says with a sad tone. I give her a gentle kiss on her head.
"I think we're stuck here together rather we like it or not."