Just as the evening ran down in the palace, Gala stretched her sore shoulders as she walked the halls the lead to the team's bedrooms. She was already looking for her linen nest she made out of her bed. Though she wasn't truly a bird, being raised as one for a couple of years took their toll on her habits.
"Going somewhere?~" A sultry voice came from behind her. From the tone alone she could tell it was Dian. She decided playing coy would be the best option. Not because she wanted to get out of the situation, but she wanted to see just how much effort Dian would put in.
"I thought I would hit the hay early. You know, get a jump start on tomorrow." Gala said before getting slammed against the wall. She gasped, she could feel her heart quicken. Dian wasn't playing games.
"Oh songbird, we both know you won't be sleeping in your bed tonight." Her voice had authority against the bird.
Gala stammered, struggling to get a word out. A hand keeping her pinned and a face full of breast. Even her smell had a strange allure; that of a hard working woman or that of a predator.
Dian lifted Gala's chin with her off hand. "Is there a problem?~"
"No." Gala whimpered looking up at her piercing elven eyes. "Just... please be gentle."
"I promise nothing." Dian whispered in her ear. A growling vibrato that overloaded her senses.
"Uh-hmm" Someone interrupted them, cleared their throat behind them. It was Ag escorting the suspect prophet to his room. "Don't let me ruin the fun ladies,..." His serious expression didn't support his words. "...but please keep in mind that I have pleasant company, and the walls are quite thin."
Like deer in the carriage lights the two woman were caught by surprise by a large armor clad dragon and a woman reciting a foreign mantra. And they knew it.
Their libido could have been the death of them.
"You won't even be able to tell we're there." Dian playfully shushed as she slowly pulled a stiffened Gala into her room.
That didn't help Ag in any amount, as he immediately remembered the varied noises he heard through the wall last night. He pushed away the thoughts and lead the woman into his room and onto the couch next to the fireplace. While she mumbled in tongues he got a tea set ready for her and placed it on the coffee table before her.
He sat next to her. His weight causing her to bounce in the seat. A deep sigh escaped his maw as he heated the tea kettle with a fire he produced from his hand. "I know you have difficulty speaking. So I only ask at this point if I can get your name, and if you like your tea hot or cold? If you can manage of course."
A few quiet minutes went by of her continuos tongues. She eventually stopped and with a shaky hand reached for the kettle. Ag stopped her and poured some out in two separate cups. He formed a few ice cubes in one and waited for her response.
She grabbed the one with ice that was quickly melting. Her shaking hand caused her to spill some getting it to her lips. She sipped before pulling it away as the taste disgusted her. "Sugar." She got out quiet and raspy.
"Sugar? Do you need me to get your some?"
"No... It's my name." She immediately dropped the tea in her lap as she resumed her incessant mumbling.
"Oh by the flame..." Ag quietly exclaimed as he quickly got the tea cleaned up. He suddenly realized the smell on Sugar and concluded that she has likely not bathed in a long time. He debated on getting a maid to assist, but he made this girl his responsibility, and he was going to see it through.
"Here, let's get you cleaned up." He lifted her up with ease in his arms. "I'm going to bath you, but rest assured I take no joy or pleasure in this. I will be as respectable as possible." Ag did his best to reassure, but even so still questioned himself on the moral applications of his future deed.
On the other side of the walls, however, was a pair of girls not to worried about such quandaries. As Dian lathered Gala in a cocktail of oils and shampoos just to get the dirt out of her feathers. She made sure to tease and grope her every chance she got so Gala was always at attention.
Though it couldn't be helped when Dian had to focus on her own body. Gala wished she could help, but talons aren't the best tool for massages. She would have turned into someone different, but the transformation takes a lot out of her, and she was already tired enough from today. Instead she looked more closely at the bottles of liquid she was getting put on her.
"...How does one even get oil out of coconuts? Don't they produce milk?" Gala questioned before picking up another one. "And how do you even 'extract vanilla', isn't it like a flower or something?"
"I wish I could tell you, but I've never invested myself in that kind of business." Dian submerged herself back into the water and held Gala from behind. "Why don't you stop worrying about that, and worry about what I'm going to do to you."
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NSFW Disclaimer: The rest of this chapter contains just about what you expect. If you've made it this far, you properly were looking forward to this.
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Dian laid Gala gently back onto the bed. She straddled her at the knees, leaned down, and massages her shoulders from above. Gala moaned and shuttered at the blissfully sore pressure burn and leave with every roll of Dian's hands.
"Awww, does that feel better, birdy?~" Dian teased.
"Hm-hm!" Gala hummed, trying not to gasp from the pleasure. She was intently enjoying it, so much so she could already feel the slit between her legs dripping. She slightly hoped Dian would forget about it and keep at the massage, but that hope was short lived as her hands started wandering down her avian body.
Dian hovered a finger over Gala bird pussy; just so slightly playing with it as Gala watched, seemingly helpless as what came next. "I think I told you I've never slept with an Avian before. So excuse me if I explore a little."
She took her long trimmed fingers and inserted one into Gala's wet cloaca; already soak before it was even touched. Just as Dian started getting past the first knuckle Gala let out a pained squawk. "Pull it out!"
Alarmed, Dian responded and pulled back. "Sorry! ...I thought I trimmed my nails better."
"No it's not that..." Gala covered her face out of embarrassment. "...You went in the wrong hole."
Utterly perplexed, Dian looked down to only see one hole. Even going as far as lifting Gala's legs to find another, and there wasn't.
Now little embarrassed herself, Dian made another attempt only to get the same reaction. Then again. Then again. She pressed her face in frustration. "How is it the wrong hole when there's only one?"
"There's... more IN there."
"Where?"
"I don't know!"
"It's your pussy! How do you not know?"
"'Cause no one has ever fucked me in it!" Gala admitted turning her face. "I'm... usually a guy when I'm with my wives... or a humanoid woman..."
Dian sat back with a frustrated groan. "I'm sorry." She apologized seemingly out of nowhere.
"Why are YOU sorry? I'm the one causing problems."
"Because I pride myself on at least being a decent sexual partner, and now I can't even finger you properly."
Gala snickered. "That's what you take pride in?"
Dian looked at her unimpressed. "When you're an elf of my age, you're expected to be proficient in a least a few skills..." She held up three fingers. "...mine just happen to be killing monsters, calling people on their bullshit, and god-tier sex skills."
A slight pause between both before Gala did her best to not let a wheezing laugh escape her beak, but alas, it was a battle quickly lost.
Dian was not as amused. "Are you laughing at me?"
"I'm sorry! You just looked so serious. It was funny."
Instead of being insulted, Dian took it as a challenge. She pressed Gala's chest back into the bed, looking at her deeply with her piercing dragon eye. "I figured you'd know what I'm capable of from our first night, but I guess I'll have to prove myself again.~"
With the mood lightened but in the process of escalation again gave Gala a slight since of control. "Then why don't I make the test a little easier." She shuddered with a pained moan as her feathers retracted, her beak reshaped into a male, but still effeminate face. Her frame and body settled into that of a male elf with fair skin, but was more black and blue from the bruises she accrued in the fight.
"Oh, hello handsome." Dian gasped not expecting the delicious boy toy underneath her. "Oh..." She then continued trying not to sound disappointed at the phallic member just underneath her groin. It was certainly not getting any prizes any time soon.
"You sound disappointed." Gala picked up on it instantly, her voice now a soft tenor with a touch of humor.
"Well... sleep with a centaur once and everything is a little disappointing afterwards..." Dian said trying to lighten the embarrassment as she gently stroke Gala's cock. Watching intently and feeling it grow in her fingers. She could feel it pulse with the beat of her heart. "At least we know the little guy is quick to rise."
Dian noticed Gala trying to hide her face as the blush was much more apparent without feathers to hide it.
"Awww, don't tell me you get off on me talking about your little dick.~"
Gala tried to make a dismissive moan to hide her obvious arousal.
"Oh don't be like that." Dian scooted back, locking Gala's feet in place with her ass. She bent down forward hovering her mouth right up to Gala's full mast. "You don't have to be so upset. There's more advantages to a tiny prick like yours than you would think. For one, much easier to suck on."
Gala immediately clinched the bed with full force; her body in shock form the sudden warm, wet pressure encapsulating her. Dian's tongue circled her head, and ran smoothly back and forth along the base. Just as she started sticking it down the hole -- "Oh gods!" Gala exclaimed.
Quickly her dick was back to being exposed to the air as a hand covered her mouth. Dian stared down at her. "Hush, darling.~ We have to be quiet, remember? Say anything else and I'll have to gag you."
Gala nodded in agreement, only now realizing Dian's lower lips were now just placed against her dick. A sordid cocktail of juices lathering both as Dian began grinding them together with the gyration of her hips.
Dian let out a quiet, sadistic laugh looking down on the writhing male before her. One of her hand's on Gala's throat and another on her chest pinning her down. "Awww, you want inside don't you.~"
Gala strained a nod out.
"You want to be ridden hard?"
"Mm-hmm!"
"Ready?"
"Mmm!"
Dian slammed down, taking Gala's cock to the base. Though the length left some to be desired, the girth was enough to make her shudder. She rose and fell; a steady rhythm like waves to the beach. Her hips swung back in forth, making sure the dick inside her hit ever wall it could.
It didn't take a minute before Dian could feel Gala gripping at her thighs and bucking underneath her. She was trying to do some of the thrusting herself. Dian pressed down harder and lent forward whispering in Gala's ear. "Aww, you're so fucking adorable when you're being needy.~ You want to cum inside your mistress, don't you?~"
Dian could feel Gala's body tense up underneath her as the cock insider her pulsed several times before softening. Her insides now full of a familiar liquid warmth. She let out a sadistic chuckle and gripped her hand around Gala's neck harder.
"I don't remember giving you permission to cum."
"I'm sorry! I got excited."
Dian straightened herself and cupped her breasts. "There's nothing wrong about getting excited over me, but now there's a mess that needs to be cleaned up."
Dian lifted herself up on her knees, Gala's flaccid cock slid out of her with a wet slap against her abs. Fresh baby batter began dripping from Dian's elven pussy; semen running down her thighs in white streaks.
Gala's cock twitched. She was already getting excited by the view above her. That was until she heard her punishment. "Get cleaning, tongue only." Dian commanded.
Before Gala could process exactly her punishment, Dian was already positioning herself for the optimal tongue bath. With one of her hands gripped into Gala's hair, the boy toy under her could do little to refuse.
Gala lapped at the elven thighs placed before her. Her tongue gliding against skin, scale, and fur. Just to get the salty taste of Dian's sweat, and the bitter taste of her own cum. She could handle the taste, but she could barely handle how it clung to every surface of her mouth and throat. Dian tugged at her hair to give another command.
"And no spitting. Can't let it go to waste now can we?"
Gala swallowed as hard as she could. "Yes, Mistress. Anything for you."
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The two finished and cleaned up for the night, and were long into the sweet embrace of eachother as they slept. Dian stirred awake, her chin buried into the feathers on top of Gala's head. Gala's face placed purposefully in her chest, and beak carefully placed to not give an unwanted boob piercing either.
Dian quickly realized she couldn't move, only look around. Sleep paralysis; it wasn't uncommon for her, and she knew she would weather it fine. However, it seemed like full hours had passed, and still nothing but shadows in her room. "Maybe something is wrong?" She thought.
"Gala?"
"She's fighting for her life, you know."
Dian's blood ran cold is a mysterious male voice came from behind her.
"Who are you!?" She questioned.
"Worry not, for I am no enemy. I'm more of a friend then you could ever know."
"That still tells me jack shit!"
Dian could hear the man walk around the bed to Gala's side. He was tall, too tall. The top rails of the poster bed blocked everything above his chest. He was skinny and gangly, but not unhealthy either. His skin was pale and seemed to radiate light, even under the toga he wore that seemed to sway in a non existent wind.
He caressed Gala's exposed cheek. "Inside her, a cosmic sickness has taken hold. One older than you or I. Every night, it breaks away at the chains she dares to hold. And soon, the door to it's cell will not contain it any longer."
Dian was at a lost for words, her body still unable to act.
"I have a favor to ask of you, Dian."
"What kind of favor, you holy goliath twink!?"
The stranger let out an amused exhale. "Love her dearly. Love her with the strength of a hundred women. If you cannot do it alone, employ others to do it with you. Only then does she hold a fighting chance. My brother's and I will also do what we can."
"Brothers --?" Dian stopped as she suddenly noticed two more large figures in the room, bigger than the first. She couldn't make out any further detail before they all seemed to vanish. Suddenly she could move again.
She checked on Gala only for her to be resting peacefully, even to the point of drooling on Dian's chest.
She didn't sleep till the sun shown through the windows.