The rain fell steadily, its rhythm a soothing yet melancholic symphony in the dense, shadowed forest. Amid the downpour, a lone woman trudged through the mud, the sound of her boots squelching against the wet earth echoing faintly between the trees. The canopy overhead offered little shelter, droplets slipping through to glisten on her cloak.
Jane moved with purpose, though her steps betrayed the weariness of a long day. An adventurer by trade, she was finally making her way back to the village, longing for the warmth of a fire and a simple meal. But something unusual caught her eye ahead—a group of figures where no one should be.
Her brow furrowed as she quickened her pace, boots splashing through shallow puddles. "What are people doing out here in the rain?" she thought. "Perhaps they're injured..."
The scene came into focus, and dread clenched her stomach. A man and a woman lay crumpled on the forest floor, blood pooling beneath their still forms. Jane knelt beside them without hesitation, rainwater mingling with the crimson staining the earth. She pressed her fingers to the man's neck, then the woman's wrist, her expression grim.
"No pulse," she murmured. "Both dead."
Jane exhaled heavily and rose to her feet, brushing rain-soaked strands of hair from her face. She hesitated, though, her gaze drawn to the lifeless woman's arms. There, clutched tightly against her chest, was something that didn't belong—a small, swaddled bundle.
Her heart skipped a beat. "What's this...?"
A baby boy lay nestled in the lifeless arms of his mother, his tiny chest rising and falling in peaceful slumber. He was blissfully unaware that both his parents were gone, their bodies cold and still against the rain-soaked forest floor.
Alice's heart ached at the sight. Gently, she pried the infant from his mother's embrace, cradling him close. "There, there," she murmured softly, her voice soothing despite the turmoil in her chest. "You're safe now. I've got you."
She studied the child's face, tracing the delicate features that bore traces of his father's strong jaw and his mother's warm complexion. A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips.
"I don't even know your name," she thought, her mind searching for something fitting. After a moment, her expression softened. "Valerius... I'll call you Valerius."
With the baby secure in her arms, Alice began the solemn trek back to her village. The rain continued to fall, washing away the blood but not the weight of what had happened.
When she reached the village, she made quiet arrangements for the parents. Their bodies would be moved and given a proper burial in the morning. But for now, her focus was on the fragile new life in her care—a life that had survived against all odds.
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17 years later.
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Valerius stirred as the first rays of the morning sun streamed through the window, painting his room in a warm golden hue. Outside, the cheerful chirping of birds created a melody that contrasted sharply with the weight of his dreams.
"Ugh, that nightmare again," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his tousled hair as he sat up in bed. The remnants of his dream clung to him like a shadow, a faint but persistent reminder of memories he'd rather forget.
A sudden knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.
"Valerius, wake up! It's morning! Don't tell me you forgot what day it is!" called a lively feminine voice from the other side.
Valerius blinked, realization dawning. "Oh, shoot," he thought, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "I promised Aline I'd take her to the Adventurer's Guild today."
"Yes, yes, I'm awake!" he called back, his voice still groggy.
He crossed the room, the wooden floor cool beneath his feet, and opened the door to reveal Aline, standing with an expectant grin. She was about his age, but her unique heritage set her apart. Aline was half beastman, half human—a legacy evident in the soft fox ears perched atop her head, twitching slightly as she spoke. Her light orange hair framed her face, complementing her vivid purple eyes and pearl-white skin, which almost seemed to glow in the morning light.
"Good morning, Aline," Valerius greeted, his tone softening as he met her enthusiastic gaze.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!" she teased, her voice bubbling with excitement. "I hope you're ready for today's adventure!"
"Yes, yes, I am," he replied with a small smile.
"Great! Then hurry up and get changed," she said, her fox ears perking up. "Aunty Jane and I are waiting for you at the dining table!"
With that, she spun on her heel and trotted off, her light steps fading down the hallway. Valerius leaned against the doorframe for a moment, shaking his head with a faint grin.
"Looks like today's going to be lively," he murmured to himself before turning back to prepare for the day ahead.
Valerius stripped off his pajamas, tossing them carelessly onto a nearby chair. First came the underlayer—a thin, flexible fabric that clung to his skin, designed to wick away sweat and keep him warm. He adjusted the fit, making sure it was snug but comfortable.
Next, he pulled on the main piece of the suit, fastening the buckles and securing the plates in place. Each movement was precise, practiced, and deliberate, a ritual he had performed countless times. His fingers lingered for a moment on a small scratch on the chest plate, a reminder of a near-miss during his last mission.
He reached for his boots—sturdy, reinforced leather with soles designed to grip uneven terrain. As he tugged them on, the familiar weight grounded him, a comforting reminder of the miles they had carried him.
Finally, Valerius retrieved his gloves and slipped them on, flexing his fingers to ensure full mobility. He fastened the emerald cloak around his shoulders, its fabric whispering softly as it settled into place.
"Alright, that should do it," Valerius said to himself, stepping out of his room and making his way toward the dining room.
As he entered, the warm, inviting scent of pancakes filled the air, and he was greeted by the sight of Jane and Aline at the table. Jane was the first to notice him, her radiant smile breaking through the morning haze. Aline, however, was too engrossed in savoring her pancakes to look up.
"Good morning, Valerius!" Jane called, her voice bright and welcoming. "I heard from Aline that you two are heading to the Adventurer's Guild today. I made your favorite pancakes—let's dig in before you head out!"
Jane stood at the counter, her long golden hair cascading down her shoulders, catching the morning light like spun silk. Her distinctive blue crystal eyes sparkled with warmth and wisdom, and her tall, lean figure spoke of both strength and grace. The slight muscle definition in her arms hinted at her life as a platinum-ranked adventurer, yet she maintained the soft curves that added to her femininity.
As Valerius took a seat at the table, he felt a surge of gratitude for her presence in his life. Jane had not only trained him in the ways of adventuring but had also become a nurturing foster mother to both him and Aline. Aline's parents were often away on their own journeys, leaving her in Jane's care, and the bond between them all was strong.
"Thanks, Jane! It smells amazing," Valerius replied, a smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at the fluffy pancakes stacked high on his plate.
"Don't thank me yet—let's see if you actually eat it all," Jane teased, her eyes glimmering with playful challenge.
Aline finally looked up, her cheeks dusted with crumbs. "Yeah, sleepyhead! You better keep up your strength for the adventures ahead!" she chimed in, her enthusiasm infectious.
"Trust me, I won't let you down," Valerius replied, diving into his breakfast. The pancakes were as delicious as ever, a perfect start to a day filled with possibilities.
As they ate, laughter and lighthearted banter filled the room, weaving a warm tapestry of family and friendship—a moment of peace before the excitement of the day unfolded.
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Valerius and Aline finished their meal, rising from the table as they prepared to depart. The morning air outside seemed to hum with anticipation, but before they could head out, Jane stood by the door, fully suited in her battle-worn gear.
"Alright, you two," Jane said, her tone serious yet affectionate, "I'll be gone for the week. Nihilis village has requested my aid." She tightened the straps of her armor, her movements precise and practiced. "Valerius, make sure you look after Aline, okay?"
Valerius nodded, his expression steady but warm. "I will. Don't worry about it, Jane."
Jane turned to Aline, her gaze softening. "And Aline, you take care of Valerius. He'll be excited for his first adventure, but make sure he doesn't get himself into too much trouble."
"Hehe, don't worry, Aunty Jane," Aline replied with a playful grin, her fox ears twitching in amusement. "I'll keep him out of trouble."
Jane smiled, her eyes holding a mixture of pride and concern. "Good. Then take care of each other," she said as she moved toward the door.
With a final, lingering glance, Jane stepped out and climbed into the carriage that would take her on her journey. The wheels creaked as it began to roll, and Jane gave them a last wave before disappearing down the road.
Aline turned to Valerius, her excitement returning. "Now, let's head to the Adventurer's Guild, shall we?" she asked, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
Valerius grinned, feeling the weight of the day's adventure settle over him. "Yes, let's go."
Valerius and Aline finished their meal, rising from the table as they prepared to depart. The morning air outside seemed to hum with anticipation, but before they could head out, Jane stood by the door, fully suited in her battle-worn gear.
"Alright, you two," Jane said, her tone serious yet affectionate, "I'll be gone for the week. Nihilis village has requested my aid." She tightened the straps of her armor, her movements precise and practiced. "Valerius, make sure you look after Aline, okay?"
Valerius nodded, his expression steady but warm. "I will. Don't worry about it, Jane."
Jane turned to Aline, her gaze softening. "And Aline, you take care of Valerius. He'll be excited for his first adventure, but make sure he doesn't get himself into too much trouble."
"Hehe, don't worry, Aunty Jane," Aline replied with a playful grin, her fox ears twitching in amusement. "I'll keep him out of trouble."
Jane smiled, her eyes holding a mixture of pride and concern. "Good. Then take care of each other," she said as she moved toward the door.
With a final, lingering glance, Jane stepped out and climbed into the carriage that would take her on her journey. The wheels creaked as it began to roll, and Jane gave them a last wave before disappearing down the road.
Aline turned to Valerius, her excitement returning. "Now, let's head to the Adventurer's Guild, shall we?" she asked, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
Valerius grinned, feeling the weight of the day's adventure settle over him. "Yes, let's go."
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15 minutes later
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Valerius and Aline arrived at the bustling heart of Secutus village, the main city of the region. While not grand or monumental like the capitals of the distant lands, it was the center of trade and life in the area. The city's streets were narrow but lively, filled with merchants peddling wares and adventurers preparing for their quests.
At the heart of the city stood the Adventurer's Guild, a large stone building that housed both seasoned adventurers and those seeking to make a name for themselves. Though the Guild's main branch was located in the distant Verlidus Port city, this branch served as a vital hub for adventurers in the area.
Stepping into the guild, the atmosphere was thick with the mingling sounds of chatter, laughter, and the clinking of coin. Adventurers, merchants, and travelers filled the space, each engaged in their own business. At the center of it all, near the large wooden counter where the receptionist greeted newcomers, stood a familiar face—Seraphine, the guild's guide and their relative, along with her childhood friends.
Seraphine, an elf in her late 500s(No idea how elf age work but I suppose this early 30s for them), was a striking figure. Her golden blonde hair, reminiscent of Jane's, cascaded down to her knees, shining in the light as it framed her delicate features. Her emerald green eyes sparkled with ancient wisdom, and her pointed ears were the most defining characteristic of her elven heritage. Despite her graceful and slender appearance, her curves were more than enough to turn heads—a contrast to the lithe, muscle-bound build of Jane. Seraphine carried herself with the poise and elegance of her kind, and yet there was an aura of quiet authority around her.
Beside Seraphine stood her childhood friends, Isolde and Aurelia.
Isolde, another elf, was the epitome of beauty with her dark blue hair that fell gracefully over her shoulders, and ruby-red eyes that seemed to glow with intensity. Her appearance was both regal and intimidating, with her strong, yet delicate frame exuding an undeniable presence. Known as a "Blood Elf," her lineage was steeped in powerful and ancient bloodlines, which gave her an edge in combat and magic alike. Her beauty, however, was not just skin deep—her aura suggested both elegance and danger.
Aurelia, the last of the trio, was a striking figure in her own right. Her snow-white hair flowed down her back, contrasting beautifully with her warm, tan skin. Amber eyes gleamed with a deep, quiet intelligence, the gaze of someone who had seen both the beauty and darkness of the world. Unlike the others, Aurelia was not full-blooded elf, but half-elf—her mixed heritage giving her an intriguing balance between the magical world of elves and the human world. Her physique was more compact and agile, with the grace of an elf but the grounded strength of a human.
"Good morning, Mrs. Seraphine!" Valerius greeted the receptionist with a smile.
"Aww, you don't call me 'big sis' anymore?" Seraphine said with a playful, fake pout, her emerald eyes glinting mischievously.
"Good morning, big sis," Valerius muttered, his face flushed with embarrassment. "This is so awkward..."
"Hehe, anyway, Valerius, I think you already know these two—Isolde and Aurelia, your childhood friends," Seraphine said with a wink, gesturing toward the pair standing beside her.
"They'll guide you for today's quest," she added, her voice light yet reassuring.
Isolde, her dark blue hair flowing gently over her shoulders, gave Valerius a warm smile, her ruby eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and curiosity. "Do you want to become an adventurer, Valerius?" she asked, her tone both encouraging and teasing.
"Yes, I want to become a knight!" Valerius replied enthusiastically, his chest swelling with determination.
"Fufu, then let's start with an easy quest," Isolde said with a giggle, her lips curling into a teasing smile.
Aurelia, her snow-white hair catching the light, leaned forward, her amber eyes serious yet kind. "Seraphine, do you have any new adventurer quests for beginners like him?" she asked, her voice smooth and composed.
"Sure thing," Seraphine replied, pulling a piece of parchment from behind the counter. "There's a simple slime control quest. They're located at the outskirts of the village. It's a good starting point for someone just beginning his journey."
She handed the quest paper to Valerius, her fingers brushing against his briefly. "Good luck, Valerius," Seraphine said with a wink.
"Thank you, big sis Seraph!" Valerius replied, taking the paper from her hand with a small smile.
"Alright, let's go then, boy," Isolde said, her voice commanding but gentle. "No time to waste."
The party set off for the south gate of the village, their footsteps quick and purposeful. The journey wasn't long—the area surrounding the village was known for its abundance of herbs, often picked by alchemists for various concoctions. The path was familiar to them, and it felt like a casual stroll rather than a dangerous mission.
Soon, they reached a clearing where the slimes roamed freely—small, gelatinous creatures that came in various shapes and colors. Some were blue, others red, pink, or even translucent. They slithered across the grass, harmless to the untrained eye but dangerous in large numbers.
"Ah, there's our first group of slimes," Valerius pointed, his heart pounding with excitement. The creatures bounced around, their gooey bodies reflecting the light of the sun.
Without hesitation, Valerius charged forward, his sword raised. He swung the blade upward in a precise arc, cutting through the first slime in one clean stroke. The creature dissolved into a puddle of gelatin, vanishing as if it had never existed.
Isolde, standing back, raised her hand, muttering an incantation. A burst of fire magic shot from her palm, hitting a larger, more dangerous slime. The creature let out a sickening hiss before disintegrating into ash. "That one was a bit too strong for a beginner," Isolde remarked, her eyes scanning for more threats. "Better to take care of the tougher ones first."
Aline, ever the quick one, launched herself at another slime with a swift kick. She spun in the air, throwing a dagger with expert precision, embedding it into the creature's soft body. The slime quivered and popped, its essence splattering harmlessly to the ground.
"Nice one, Aline!" Valerius shouted, his confidence growing as they cleared the area of slimes. His first quest was going better than expected, thanks to the guidance of his friends.
"Looks like you've got the hang of it, Valerius," Aurelia said, her tone approving as she surveyed the battlefield.
As the last of the slimes dissolved into puddles, the party began to regroup. "That wasn't so bad, right?" Isolde said, her smile playful as she wiped a bit of slime off her sleeve.
Valerius beamed, feeling a rush of pride. "Yeah! It was amazing! But I'll need to train more if I want to be a knight like Jane."
"You'll get there," Isolde reassured him, giving him a friendly clap on the back. "This is just the beginning."
The team made their way back to the village, their steps light with the satisfaction of completing their first quest. They arrived at the adventurer's guild, and Valerius eagerly stepped up to the counter to report in.
"Fufu, that's great for a beginner, Valerius," Seraphine said, her emerald eyes gleaming with pride as she handed him his first badge—a bronze badge, shining softly in the light.
Valerius beamed, his face breaking into a grin. "Yes! Finally!" he exclaimed, his excitement palpable as he held the badge in his hands.
Just as he was about to thank Seraphine again, the door to the guild suddenly slammed open with a force that made the wood creak. A male adventurer, rugged and breathless, stormed in. His clothes were tattered from a long journey, and his eyes were wide with urgency.
"Sorry for barging in like this, but I have some urgent news for you, Mrs. Seraphine," the man said, his voice harsh and tinged with panic.
Seraphine raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension in his tone. "And what will it be?" she asked, her voice steady, though her eyes narrowed in concern.
The man glanced around, ensuring no one else was listening before he spoke again, his voice low but filled with dread. "A strange black altar has appeared deep within the forest. It's radiating some kind of aura we've never encountered before—something unnatural... dangerous."
Seraphine stood still for a moment, considering the situation carefully. After a beat, she turned to Isolde and Aurelia, her gaze sharp. "Very well. Isolde, Aurelia, can you investigate the altar?"
Both women nodded in unison.
The air in the guild felt tense, charged with anticipation. Valerius shifted uncomfortably, eager to prove himself, but knowing the stakes were higher than he had anticipated.
"Wait! Can I go too?" Valerius asked, his voice full of youthful determination.
Seraphine immediately shook her head, her expression firm and unwavering. "No, Valerius. It's too dangerous, and you're still an inexperienced adventurer. You'll only be a liability."
Valerius's face fell slightly, his excitement turning to frustration, but he opened his mouth to protest.
Before he could say another word, Isolde stepped forward, her voice calm yet carrying a quiet authority. "That's fine, Seraphine. The boy can tag along with us," she said, turning to Valerius. "But under one condition: You do nothing without our permission. Understood?"
Valerius hesitated for a moment, but then nodded eagerly, his resolve firm. "Yes! I understand!"
Isolde gave a small nod of approval before looking to Seraphine. "We'll keep an eye on him. He won't be in the way."
Seraphine met Isolde's gaze, her lips pressed into a thin line, but after a moment, she sighed and gave her reluctant consent. "Alright, but you're responsible for him. If anything happens to him, it's on you."
With that, Isolde and Aurelia made their way toward the exit. Aurelia paused just before stepping out, looking back at Valerius. "Keep up, kid. This won't be an easy walk."
Valerius beamed with determination, despite the weight of the danger ahead. "I won't slow you down!" he declared, already ready to prove himself.
"Great, now let's head out and see what's up with that strange altar," Isolde said, turning on her heel. She led the way, her long dark hair swaying behind her as she set off toward the southern gates of the village.
The others followed closely behind, and with every step, Valerius felt his excitement grow. This was his chance to experience a real adventure, one that would test his skills and courage. But deep down, a quiet unease settled in his chest. Whatever lay ahead in the forest was something none of them fully understood—and that alone was enough to send a shiver down his spine.
If what the man said is true, the altar lay deep in the forest, far from the beaten path. After what seemed like hours of navigating dense underbrush and thick foliage, they finally arrived at the clearing where the adventurer had claimed to find the strange structure. The air around them grew still, as if even the forest itself was holding its breath.
There, standing amidst the shadowy trees, was the altar. It was an unnatural sight, a dark monolith rising from the earth, its surface black as midnight. The stone was smooth but cracked, covered in strange, twisting symbols that pulsed with an eerie, unearthly glow. The symbols seemed to shimmer in the dim light, their meaning elusive, as though they were not meant for human eyes to comprehend.
Valerius, his curiosity getting the better of him, couldn't resist stepping closer. The air felt heavy, laden with an ominous energy, but his desire to understand the mysterious artifact pushed him forward. His footsteps were soft, barely making a sound as he approached the altar, his eyes fixed on the cryptic symbols that marred its surface.
"What do you think the text says?" Valerius asked, his voice low as if speaking too loudly would disturb something hidden beneath the altar's shadow.
Isolde, always the cautious one, stood back a step, scanning the area before stepping forward. Her ruby-red eyes narrowed as she studied the symbols, the faintest flicker of recognition in her expression. "I think… Let me see it closer," she said, her tone tense. She moved cautiously toward the altar, the air around her seeming to hum with latent power.
Isolde's fingers hovered over the strange symbols, her expression deepening as she studied the glowing text. "Hmm, interesting..." she murmured under her breath, her voice low and thoughtful. "It seems to be something about an ancient story."
Valerius leaned in, curiosity piqued. "What's it about?"
Isolde's ruby eyes flickered as she focused more intently on the etchings. "It speaks of a goddess. A goddess of fertility, by the looks of it." Her voice was distant, as if trying to recall something long buried.
Aurelia, sensing the rising tension, narrowed her eyes. "A goddess of fertility? What does that have to do with this altar?"
Isolde nodded slowly, her gaze never leaving the symbols. "It's not clear... but there's more. It also says, 'When the need is fulfilled, the goddess will take the fulfilled vessel as her new body.'" She paused, a shiver running down her spine as the meaning of the words began to settle in.
"What does that mean?" Valerius asked, his voice tinged with unease. The air around them seemed to grow colder, heavier. "A new body? Who or what is the 'vessel'?"
"I don't know…" Isolde admitted, her usual confidence slipping just a bit. "But whatever this is, it doesn't sound like something we want to find out the hard way."
Aurelia stepped forward, her amber eyes scanning the surrounding area. "We should leave now. This place feels… wrong. We don't know what kind of power we're dealing with here."
"I'm curious about the altar... Can I touch it?" Valerius asked, his voice filled with an eager sense of wonder.
"No, Valerius, it's too dangerous," Aurelia snapped, her amber eyes narrowing as she stepped forward, clearly concerned.
"Relax, Aurelia. There's no sign of danger yet," Isolde said, her voice calm but with a hint of skepticism. She crossed her arms, her ruby eyes still locked on the altar, observing it carefully.
Valerius didn't wait for further approval. With a bold step forward, he placed his hand on the cool surface of the altar. It hummed softly beneath his fingers, and for a moment, nothing seemed to happen.
Then, without warning, the altar flashed with a blinding light, blinding everyone in an instant.
"W-what?" Isolde gasped, her hands instinctively rising to form an energy shield, but it was too late.
A surge of power washed over the group. The world around them felt like it was warping, bending to some unseen force. For a split second, Aurelia and Isolde both froze, their forms locked in place as the light overwhelmed them and they were gone.
Then, with another blinding flash, a figure appeared in front of them. A woman, taller than both Isolde and Aurelia, roughly 180 cm, now stood where the altar had been. She was stunning—a striking fusion of both Isolde and Aurelia.
Her golden hair cascaded down her back in shimmering waves, flowing like liquid sunlight. Her eyes—one ruby red and the other amber—glowed faintly, the mix of both Isolde's and Aurelia's hues creating an almost otherworldly beauty. Her skin, a rich tan like Aurelia's, contrasted with the ethereal softness of her features.
Valerius stepped back, eyes wide. "Wh-what is this...?"
"Ugh, my head…" the woman exclaimed, her voice heavy with confusion and disorientation.
"What happened?…" she sighed, pressing a hand to her temples as if to stave off the dizzying waves of sensation crashing over her.
"Where are Isolde and Aurelia? And who are you? Did you take them?" Aline shouted, her voice filled with both anger and fear, eyes darting around as if expecting an attack.
The woman blinked, her expression growing more bewildered. "What do you mean? I am Isolde… wait, but I'm also Aurelia… My mind feels so dizzy," she stammered, trying to grasp the fragmented memories swirling in her consciousness.
"This is bad! We need to report back to Big Sis Seraphine!" Valerius said, panic rising in his chest. His hands fidgeted as he felt the weight of the situation settle heavily upon him.
"Ugh… I'm so confused," the woman exclaimed, frustration etched on her face. "Who am I really?"
Aline shook her head, trying to make sense of it all. "It's like you're both of them, but also something more."
Then the woman paused, her brow furrowing. "Also, what's this pulsing thing… like a living being… on my crotch?" Her eyes widened as she realized the peculiar sensation, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"We need to get back immediately, this is an emergency!" Aline shouted, her voice sharp and commanding, cutting through the confusion. She grabbed Valerius by the arm, shaking him as if to snap him out of his stupor. The woman—who had yet to fully comprehend her own existence—stood in a daze, still trying to make sense of the turmoil inside her mind.
Valerius blinked, the panic in Aline's voice jolting him into action. "Right, right! We need to get back to Seraphine, now!" he said, his words hurried but determined. He looked at the woman, his gaze faltering as he realized how deeply the situation had spiraled. "Can you stand? We have to move quickly."
"Y-yes," the woman stammered, pushing herself to her feet. Her long skirt flowed elegantly around her, yet the outline of something long and huge was subtly visible beneath the fabric, a strange presence that only she seemed aware of for the moment.
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They arrived at the adventurer's guild, where Seraphine was already waiting for them.
"Ah, Valerius, Aline, you're back from the investigation," Seraphine greeted them, her eyes quickly scanning the unfamiliar woman standing behind them. "And where are Isolde and Aurelia? And who's this woman?"
"Uhh, we have some bad news, Mrs. Seraphine," Valerius said awkwardly, glancing at the woman.
"What is it, Valerius?" Seraphine asked, her tone growing serious as she noticed the uncanny resemblance the woman had to both Isolde and Aurelia.
"This woman... is actually Isolde and Aurelia," Valerius explained hesitantly.
Seraphine let out a small laugh. "Ha, funny, Valerius. Now, seriously, where are Isolde and Aurelia?"
"I'm telling the truth!" Valerius insisted, his voice desperate.
Seraphine narrowed her eyes, then turned her gaze to the woman behind them. "Alright then, I'll ask a question that only the real Isolde and Aurelia would know."
She fixed the woman with a hard stare. "What's my biggest secret?"
The woman hesitated, looking conflicted. "Umm, you actually chea—"
"Alright, alright, this is really Isolde and Aurelia!" Seraphine hurriedly covered the woman's mouth with her hand, her expression a mixture of shock and disbelief.
"Okay, Valerius, I trust you now," Seraphine finally said, her tone softening.
"Thank you?" Valerius replied, still unsure how to feel.
"But I've never heard of anyone fusing together like this," she continued, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Yeah, but what should we do now?" Valerius asked, glancing at Aline.
"I'll consult someone I know; maybe they'll have information on whether this is related to corruption or a curse," Seraphine sighed. "In the meantime, why don't you all head upstairs and get some rest? Being an adventurer must have taken quite a toll on you."
"Thank you, Mrs. Seraphine," Valerius said, grateful for her understanding.
With that, both Valerius and Aline walked upstairs, leaving Seraphine and the newly fused woman behind.
As they reached the landing, Seraphine called out, "So, are you Isolde or Aurelia?"
"Don't worry, Seraphine; it's us," the woman replied, her voice a blend of the two. "We just need to rest for a bit if you don't mind."
The woman ascended the stairs, leaving Seraphine standing there, perplexed by the situation.
Sighing, she muttered to herself, "I hope you both are doing well in that new body."
Meanwhile, upstairs, Valerius and Aline waited for the woman to join them. As she stepped into the room, Valerius was the first to voice his curiosity.
"Um, so... what do we call you now?" he asked, shifting on his feet.
"You can call me Irelia," the woman said, her voice a mix of both Isolde's and Aurelia's. "It's a blend of Isolde and Aurelia, though... I feel like Isolde down there, but right now, I feel like I'm Aurelia. Ugh, this is so confusing."
"Well, that must be tough," Valerius replied sympathetically. "We'll call you Irelia for now, then, until things get sorted. For now, let's get some rest, okay?"
Irelia and Aline both nodded in agreement, each heading to their respective rooms. Valerius watched them enter before letting out a long sigh. He also enter his own room.
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Morning light streamed through the window, and Valerius awoke from a restless night. He opened his door to find Aline waiting eagerly outside.
"Good morning, Valerius!" she chimed, her excitement evident.
"Good morning, Aline," he replied with a smile.
"Are you ready to go downstairs?"
"Yeah, let's go! I wonder how Irelia is doing."
Just then, the door to Irelia's room swung open, and she appeared, panting slightly.
"Oh, good morning, everyone," Irelia said, her voice hoarse.
"Good morning, Irelia! How was your night?" Aline asked, her curiosity piqued.
"G-great, I suppose," Irelia replied, her gaze lingering not on Valerius but on Aline. A strange feeling stirred within her as she took in Aline's figure, particularly her alluring curves.
Throb Throb Throb
Something pulsed beneath Irelia's long skirt—an unfamiliar sensation that she felt all too keenly but hoped no one else could sense.
'What's happening? I thought I took care of this already!'
"What's up, Irelia? You okay?" Aline asked, concern evident in her voice.
"No, I'm fine! Just give me a moment," Irelia said quickly, retreating back into her room.
"Oh ok, now let's go downstair should we?" Valerius ask Aline which get her nod in return.
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Within the confines of Irelia's room, the unusual swelling in her skirt continued to spread, reaching down to her knee and intensifying as time ticked by. She grappled with a tumultuous blend of annoyance and bafflement, striving to quell the strange feeling that enveloped her.
"You relentless beast," she muttered, her voice laden with frustration. "I've already catered to you three times since dawn, and still, you crave more. What sort of lunacy has gripped you?"
The fusion of her form with Aurelia's had introduced a host of unexpected side effects, among which was this persistent urge. It was an unsettling and infuriating predicament, with Irelia grappling with the newfound reality of her altered anatomy and its incessant demands. She hesitantly retracted her hands from the conspicuous swelling, striving to regain some semblance of command over her own body.
The feeling was reminiscent of a parasitic presence affixed to her groin, greedily depleting her energy more so than the rest of her. At last, it achieved full rigidity, measuring an impressive 17.8 inches in length and 5 inches in circumference, accompanied by testicles the size of baseballs that ceaselessly produced a bountiful supply of semen. Her erect phallus exuded a powerful pheromone that captivated the will of any woman who detected its aroma, bending them to its influence. It seemed to have a will of its own, guiding her towards Aline and the nearby women, straining towards where Aline had been.
'Set me free,' it insisted, its desires plain. 'I long to savor her, to invade her womb, to fill her with my progeny. It is your hallowed task as the avatar of the Fertility Goddess to bestow new life upon this world.'
Her member quivered with excitement, its arousal evident as it dampened her attire.
"No, I refuse to involve my friend in this," Irelia decided, as she gingerly freed it from her garments. The shaft was elongated and robust, its veins throbbing in time with her heartbeat, a tanned testament to fertility. The pungent scent it gave off was unmistakable.
Spurt Spurt
Streams of pre-ejaculate burst forth from the tip, splashing onto the floor. Her pre-cum acted as an aphrodisiac, its effects swift and potent. As her penis expanded further, it appeared to pinpoint Aline's location with greater accuracy.
"Ugh, the smell is overpowering," Irelia observed, inhaling the aroma despite her better judgment. She encircled her hand around the shaft and began to masturbate it at a leisurely pace.
"Hnng…This is too pleasurable," Isolde confessed to herself, the joy of caressing her new member proving overwhelming.
'No! Cease this, you're going to give in to its pleasure!' Aurelia begged, but the surges of bliss were too overwhelming to disregard.
'Admit it, Aurelia,' Isolde taunted. 'This new penis grants us pleasure that surpasses anything we've ever known.'
'Hnng,' Aurelia moaned in response, unable to refute the accuracy of Isolde's statement.
Their shared penis pulsated with heightened vigor, a fresh wave of pre-cum spurting out as it swelled to an even greater size. The tightening of their scrotum heralded an impending orgasm.
'Do you sense it, Aurelia?' Isolde inquired, her mental voice brimming with eagerness. 'It's on the verge of climaxing, just as it did last night and earlier today!'
With one last pulse, their member reached its zenith, poised to release its load. The semen journeyed through their urethra, creating a rippling effect until the tension became unbearable.
Spurt Spurt Spurt
Vigorous jets of semen erupted, each spurt lasting approximately four seconds. Their penis twitched once more, eagerly depositing its contents. Now stretching to an incredible 19 inches in length and 6 inches in diameter, it continued to expand, the sound of fabric stretching resonating in the room.
"Moan….this is amazing," Irelia moaned, her hand letting go of the substantial flesh, yet it persisted in twitching, expelling additional semen. "More, let out more."
Spurt Spurt
"OOahhh…." Irelia's moans escalated in volume. As if responding to her directive, their penis commenced ejaculating anew, this time producing an even denser and more potent discharge. A total of sixteen streams of cum were expelled.
"Hnnng…why…does it remain erect?" Irelia questioned, looking down at her towering, pulsating phallus. It stayed firm and prepared, as though eager for another encounter.
"Go limp now, you insatiable creature," Irelia ordered, testing her capacity to control it. To her astonishment, it complied, softening to a more practical eight inches when flaccid.
"Wow! That's a relief," Irelia exclaimed, exhaling a sigh of relief. "I was worried I'd be stuck with an untamable monster, but now, at least I can determine when it becomes erect."
With a restored sense of authority, Irelia readied herself to confront the day. "Now, let's descend to the lower level. Valerius must be awaiting our arrival," she said, dressing herself and making to exit her quarters. "Oh, I almost forgot about this mess. Fortunately, I possess cleaning magic." With a flick of her wrist, all evidence of her ejaculation disappeared, leaving only the enduring sweet and musky fragrance of her semen.