I sat there on the grass, still shaking from what happened. The red-and-white-haired woman stood over me, her sly smile back on her face. Her naked body glowed in the sunlight, those pointed ears twitching as she looked at me. The winged woman stayed quiet, her golden hair spread out and her wings folded tight. My head was a mess, but I knew one thing—I had agreed to call them my masters.
The red-and-white-haired woman leaned down, her red eyes locking onto mine. "My name's Lira," she said, her voice smooth and warm. "And that shy one over there is Elyra." The winged woman—Elyra—blushed deep red and hid her face behind her hands, her wings trembling a little. Lira grinned wider. "Since you're our servant now, Kai, you have to listen to everything we say. No arguing, no running off. Got it?"
I nodded, my throat dry. Servant? The word stuck in my head, but her sharp tone told me I didn't have a choice. She straightened up, crossing her arms under her big chest, making it bounce a little. "First order," she said, her voice firm. "Get us some clothes. We can't walk around naked, and we need to leave this forest sometime. Go to your village or whatever and bring us clothes."
I stared at her, my mind racing. Clothes? I glanced at Elyra, who peeked at me with those shy brown eyes. They really didn't have a thing to wear, their perfect bodies bare under the sun. I nodded slowly. "Okay," I mumbled, pushing myself to my feet. Lira smirked, and Elyra looked away, her wings fluttering softly.
As I walked out of the clearing, my heart pounded in my chest. The forest felt quieter now, the trees closing in behind me. Once I'm out of here, I thought, I won't come back. No way I'm staying with these strange women. I came to this forest to find the Moonshade Herb for myself, to get strong, and now I'm stuck with them? I'd leave, forget this ever happened. The path opened up, and soon I was out of the trees, breathing the fresh village air. Freedom felt so close.
But then I stopped. Lira's face popped into my mind—those red eyes, that teasing smile. Something tugged at me, like a hook in my chest. I couldn't just run, could I? My hand patted my pocket, and I felt a few coins jingling inside. Not much, just enough for something simple. Maybe I could do this one thing. I turned toward the village, my feet moving before I could think it through. The shop wasn't far, a small wooden shack with a creaky door. The old shopkeeper raised an eyebrow as I walked in, but I didn't care.
I looked around, picking out the cheapest clothes I could find. For Lira, I grabbed a rough brown dress, the kind village girls wore for chores—simple, a little faded, but sturdy. For Elyra, I chose a plain gray tunic and a patched skirt, the sort of thing a shy farm girl might wear. The fabric was coarse, nothing fancy, but it would cover them. I do want good and fancy clothes but I don't have money.
I handed over my coins, the shopkeeper muttering something about odd requests, and I hurried back to the forest. My legs felt heavy with every step, and my mind kept arguing with itself. Why was I doing this? Was I crazy? Maybe, but something kept pulling me back.
When I reached the clearing, Lira's eyes widened. "You actually came back?" she said, sounding surprised. She stepped closer, her naked body still glowing, that sly smile returning. "I thought you'd run, Kai. Most would. But you didn't." She patted my head like I was a good dog, her touch warm. "Good choice," she added, her voice softer. "You made the right call. Stick with us, and you'll gain a lot of benefits in the future—strength, power, things you can't even dream of yet."
Elyra shuffled over, her wings fluttering nervously. She took the clothes from me, her face bright red. "Th-thank you," she whispered, barely loud enough to hear, then turned away to dress. Lira laughed and grabbed her brown dress, slipping it on. The rough fabric hugged her curves, turning her wild beauty into something more like a tough village girl—still pretty, but with a rugged edge. Elyra's gray tunic and patched skirt fit her slim frame, making her look like a quiet farm girl, her wings gone from sight. They both looked normal now, like they belonged in my village.
Then Lira snapped her fingers, and a weird light flashed around them. When it faded, they looked even more different. Lira's pointed ears and red-and-white hair were gone, replaced by plain brown hair tied back in a messy bun. Her face was average, with a sun-kissed tan and a strong jaw, like a girl who worked the fields. Elyra's golden hair turned dull blonde, her wings vanished, and her features softened into a plain, shy village girl—rosy cheeks and wide eyes that still held that timid sparkle. I blinked, confused. They were still Lira and Elyra, but… not.
Lira caught my stare and smirked. "Don't worry, Kai," she said, stepping closer. "This is just a trick to blend in with your little village. We're still your masters. You'll see our real selves when it matters." She adjusted her brown dress, the fabric creaking a little. "Now, we can move. You've got more to learn, servant."
I nodded, my mind spinning. I had come back. I didn't run, even though I wanted to. These changed women—my masters—looked like they fit in my village now, but I knew what they really were. My heart raced as I wondered what was next. Would they help me get strong like I wanted? Or was I in deeper trouble than I thought?
Then Lira's smile turned playful. "You did well, Kai," she said, her voice dropping low. "Let's give you a reward for not running away." Before I could react, she stepped closer and reached down, her hand slipping under my pants. My breath caught as she pulled out my soft cock, her fingers warm against me. I froze, my face burning, but she didn't stop. She pumped me a few times, slow at first, then faster. Elyra gasped and turned away, her cheeks red, but she didn't say anything.
It didn't take long. The feeling built up fast, and I groaned as I came, my body shaking. Lira kept going until I was done, then pulled her hand back with a laugh. "There you go," she teased, wiping her fingers on the grass. "A little thank-you from your master." She winked, and I sat there, panting.