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The Mask Comes Off
Part II - "Hourglass"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: November 24, 2015

To Miriam’s great delight, it took several days and numerous miles before the reunion honeymoon with Kelly had finally petered out. It had been some time since Kelly had had a chance to be alone with one of her fuck-friends, and it clearly showed - by the time it was all over, Miriam was more drained than she had been in weeks...Not that she was complaining, of course. She knew meeting up with the Varani what kind of unique “issues” she faced, and what she could be expected to help out with. No complaints, from her. Took two to tango, and she hadn’t had a dance partner with Kelly’s sexy curves in a little while.

Rather frequently throughout the days on the road, Kelly would halt the trip, sometimes playfully, sometimes arbitrarily, always so the two of them could masturbate into their cupped hands. Clean-up detail always fell to Kelly, at her own insistence. One of the things Miriam truly loved about Kelly, besides the fact that she was very much a free spirit about sex, was the dark, naughty kinks the voluptuous woman had hiding in her closet. Chief among those kinks was cock-milking and cum-swallowing, particularly if she was the one on the receiving end of either.

In spite of her general leanings as a top, her fixation on eating cum, as well as earning that delicacy by playing with the long, fat cocks brewing it, tempered her desire to run the show. She was already a mutual lover, Miriam knew, but her thirst for man-juice kept her from getting complacent with topping. Nothing satisfied her quite like it, it was practically an addiction, no doubt to the great enjoyment of Kelly’s bedmates. Miriam knew that when Kelly hadn’t gotten her dose of warm, thick cream in a while, she started to become moody, temperamental. Offering up a round ass to her cock was one way to calm her temper, but providing her with a mouthful of cum to swish was a much more effective method to bring back her easygoing patience.

Failing either, well, one had the option of letting Kelly try and work out her aggression with her own ass, but if that didn’t work...Situations like the one at the Salty Helmet could become frequent. It was up to Kelly, or the people around her, to check her when she begins getting too wound up. Right now, that job fell to Miriam. Maybe, if she actually thought about it, she’d realize that some of the “Jerk-off Sessions” and “Dick-milk Timeouts” that Kelly was calling for were unnecessarily instigated by Miriam, herself.

Maybe she’d remember all those times she was just feeling bored or antsy, the times when she’d sidle up behind Kelly, lean in real close, and breathe into her ear about the taste of cum, about throbbing pricks blowing jizz into drooling mouths, about fat, heavy, hanging balls getting drained, about the feeling of lips in a ring around warm skin. Maybe Miriam would remember that not every time Kelly’s thick prick got stiff, it was her fault, alone. Maybe. Maybe the memories would just drain right out of her fried mind, swept away in the slop.

With twin cocks occupying both fists, it was a bit trickier for Miriam to catch her own cum, but eventually, Kelly more or less solved the problem by getting her fix straight from the source. No complaints from Miriam, Kelly’s particular blend of diligence and enthusiasm together made for jobs thoroughly well done. Miriam didn’t mind getting so much head from such a voracious cocksucker, she had no reason to, but she couldn’t help being hungry for more. She didn’t want the two of them to just blow each other, she wanted them to really clog each other’s pipes with sticky cock-snot until they were both gaping.

Lamentable irony was, a big reason they were working so diligently to give Kelly cum to eat was the same reason they weren’t humping each other into a sweaty mess: Kelly didn’t have any lube on her, or her dildo, for that matter. She had given away all the toys she had had on her to Leah. It was a bummer, not having her toys to open her ass up and ream herself out, but Leah needed it more than she did, she believed. Poor girl had been stuck using spit, it really couldn’t get much worse than that. Kelly didn’t even have her butt-plug to take the edge off, for crying out loud, but she had gotten more than a few opportunities to hold her knees and arch her back. Leah still had new things to look forward to.

And so, anal was off the table, at first. By the time Kelly had finally worked out all of her pent-up aggression, sexual energy, and general frustration, Miriam was almost ready to call it quits and throw in the towel; she was damn near getting a friction burn on one of her shafts, she needed to give her cocks, and hands, a break. Kelly, feeling a bit bad for subjugating Miriam to hours of her cum-lust, relented, but it really didn’t take a whole lot of sweet-talking on her part for Miriam to keep opening her legs. After all, she still wanted an excuse to get naked, she just wanted something different than being Kelly’s spunk faucet. Giving Kelly all-natural mouthwash to gargle had been exciting at first, but now, it was starting to get a little bit old.

A new excuse, Kelly could easily come up with. Now, Kelly said, they could take it easy. They had been happy to see each other, it had been a while and they had needed a reunion, but now, they could settle in and really relax. Miriam was intrigued, to say the least. Unfortunately, she didn’t get nor give the anal she wanted, but instead, the two progressed to sixty-nines, which, she had to admit, was almost as good. The two would strip completely naked and lie down over and under each other, their breasts pressed to each other’s stomach as they slowly sucked each other off, edging in each other’s gullets for close to an hour before, finally, letting themselves go over the point of no return. Spewing and dribbling in each other’s moaning mouths was a sight better than watching each other do it solo, or just letting the one of them get the taste of cock in their mouth.

Even that, enjoyable as it was, eventually came to a halt. Kelly inevitably realized that after days on the road, they had barely passed Gorhart - if they hadn’t been spending so much time fucking each other’s brains out, they probably would’ve been halfway to the House of Ballads, by then. And so, the good times came to pass. The Golden Age of Constant Cumming made way for the much more boring Silver Age of Walking. Oh, well. Miriam had gotten a kick out of it, while it had lasted. She had to admit, they probably should’ve started focusing on their mission, anyway. It was only a matter of time before Kelly needed another dose, after all. She could handle keeping Kelly calm when she needed to be cool; Kelly could handle keeping them on task.

“...So, tell me a little bit about this girly-boy you’re so stuck on, now. There must be somethin’ special about her, besides her big butt.” Kelly gave a little sigh, raising an eyebrow. Squinting under the bright morning sun, she patiently remarked “If you’re trying to get me going, it’s not gonna work, sweetheart. I’ve sowed my wild oats, for now. We’ve wasted a lot of time, we don’t get our tails in gear, we’ll reach the Fae by the time we’re fifty.” Miriam started smiling from ear to ear. A bit teasingly, she said “Hey, I know, I’m not trying to slow us down. If I wanted to slow us down, I’d say something about big, fat, veiny cocks getting jerked off so hard that the stuffed balls were flapping around, thick ropey streams of jizz shooting up in the air so far-”

“Hey! Enough!” Kelly snapped, looking over with her eyes a little wide. Miriam’s own narrowed to slits, her big smile turning decidedly smug. She had to chortle when she noticed Kelly’s throat tense up in a little swallow. Looking down the trail once more, Kelly was quiet, for a couple seconds. Eventually she, a little more quietly, said “I don’t know...I guess I saw a little bit of myself, in her. You know, someone just trying to be who she wants to be. Difference is, she seems pretty stuck on everyone thinking of her as a girl, rather than just...Not judging her, and leaving her be. I never cared if people called me a boy or a girl, I just wanted to make some changes and do what I want to do. Just so happened, I liked the changes.”

“Everyone like us has reasons,” Miriam mumbled, briefly throwing her arms up by her sides before letting them flop back down, clapping her hands together to thread her fingers. Kelly gave a little shrug, inhaling as she said “I guess I wanted to help her. I wanted to help her before she ended up waiting as long as I did. Did I ever tell you about how long it took for me to grow my figure?” Miriam gave a little shake with her head, raising her eyebrows as she puckered her lips. Kelly raised an eyebrow, for a moment. “Well, it took me a while. If I could go back, I would’ve done it a lot sooner. Gods, getting tits was the best thing that’s ever happened to my sex life, I can tell you that, right now. Anyway, I’m getting off-topic, this wasn’t about me, it was about Leah.”

Miriam gave an exaggerated nod, teasingly remarking “Just a little, yeah.” Kelly grew a half-smile. Trying not to chuckle, she said “I’m not gonna lie, I wanted to fuck her, too, but more than that, I wanted to help her the way nobody helped me. You know what I mean?” Miriam gave a bored shake with her head, barely shrugging. “Nah, not really. I had a real sweet sugar-daddy, when I was younger. He bought me everything I ever wanted, including the makeover. I still kind of miss him. He died a few years back.” “Oh...Uh...Well, I’m sorry to hear that. Good for you, though. You were one of the lucky ones. I guess?” Kelly remarked, looking over, unsure of how to respond.

As was often with the woman, the dissonance between her tone of voice and the subject matter had Kelly a little confused on how to react. Bluntly commenting that she had had an older gentleman “caring for her,” when she was younger, could’ve been interpreted a couple different ways. Just because Miriam hadn’t said anything negative, didn’t mean the situation wasn’t unfortunate. Miriam looked down at the ground, watching the way she walked, putting one foot exactly in front of the other in a straight line.

“I guess. He was a sweetheart. Had more gold than a god, and nobody to share it with. Anyway, back to the girly-boy with no boobs. My memory’s a bit fuzzy, but didn’t you mention something about her sucking you off? Was that her first time? Or, am I wrong? Getting head from a blowjob virgin can have, ya know, problems.” Kelly started grinning. Raising an eyebrow, she looked over and smugly remarked “No, you’re right. I’m pretty sure it was her first time, yeah. I really do believe her when she says she’s a virgin. Something tells me she hasn’t done anything. Really looking forward to changing that.”

Miriam looked sidelong at the Varani, a small, playful smile on her face. “And? How was she, already? Better than me?” “Psh, not a lot of people are, but then again, you’ve had practice. But, uh...Yeah, for her first time, she did pretty good. Just goes to show how much she’s thought about it. She made me cum, and she didn’t brush her teeth with it. She didn’t struggle to fit me, or cram me against her cheeks to try and shove me in. Maybe she did some practicing on bananas at breakfast. Maybe it was beginner’s luck. Whatever it was, I’m not complaining.” Kelly’s grin started to grow even wider. “If I see her again, I’ll make sure to give her plenty more practice, and definitely give her a few tips of my own.”

Miriam chortled. Just a little teasingly, she remarked “Well, she’ll be learning from the best.” Kelly reached over, lightly smacking the back of her hand against Miriam’s arm. Kelly gave a wistful sigh, mumbling “Ahh...Right now, she’s still more or less a girly boy-toy. Heh, it’s funny, you know, she’d probably give me that cute little pouty angry face, if she heard me call her that. But, if those piercings I gave her do their job...Mmm. Mm-mm. She’ll grow into something much sexier. Tits like mine, paired with that bubble butt of her’s? I really can’t wait to see her filled out. I hope it’s everything she wanted. If it is, we’ll celebrate, give each other some...Much-needed protein shots.”

Kelly couldn’t help but tremble with excitement at the thought, a wave of goose bumps running down her body. “I bet. Ya know, I don’t mind a flat chest, myself.” Miriam absentmindedly said, looking off into the distance, quite clearly contemplating as best she could. Kelly just gave an audible sniff, then gave one side of her bottom lip a little nibble. She could’ve said something, but figured it was probably better to move on from the topic before either of them grew too excited. Besides, about around the moment she was vividly imagining herself and Leah, taking turns dropping to their knees, coaxing beverages out of each other to stay hydrated on the road, she spotted something moving up ahead. They were still a ways down the path, but they were close enough for alarm.

A lone individual, dressed in leather scraps and clutching her left arm, came stumbling out of the trees lining the left side of the path, towards the east. She was close enough for the two of them to hear her call for help, and once the woman spotted them down the path, she started limping towards them as quickly as possible. Miriam barely pouted her lips, at the sight. With cool detachment, she commented “Huh. Someone’s hurt. Ya know, I bet it was wolves. Sucks to be her.” Kelly’s jaw subtly rolled around before she bit down. Sometimes, Miriam’s frazzled mind got them in trouble. Kelly could already tell, this wouldn’t be one of those situations.

On the road, having a partner who lacked normal empathy occasionally paid dividends. In townships, Kelly’s casual disregard for rules and authority could be a problem, but at the same time, cretins who hid behind those rules and depended on authority to get their way faced no greater nuisance. Likewise, people who preyed upon the compassion of others found an undefeatable mark, in Miriam. Kelly barely turned her head to the side, eyes lingering on the woman ahead for just a moment more before she began scanning the trees, to their left.

“Hey, Miri?” She softly said. The lithe Alfar raised her eyebrows, giving a curious hum as she looked over. “...Stick close, alright?” Kelly mumbled, eyes shifting back to the woman limping towards them. Miriam gave a blank blink. She looked back over at the woman, up ahead. “Help! Please, they’re after me! S-Save me, please!” The woman cried out, limping towards them even faster. She was close enough, now, that the two of them could see the blood on the woman’s left sleeve, more red splashed on her right pant leg. Miriam gave a little shrug, narrowing an eye as she started smirking. A bit dismissively, she remarked “It’s just some wimpy Almain. What’s with you? I’m not jumping to help her, if that’s what you were wondering.”

“What’s wrong is, she’s not hurt.” Kelly muttered, her jaw slowly tightening. Miriam scoffed, looked at the woman again, and blurted out “What the hell are you talking about, of course she is, you can see the-” Kelly grabbed Miriam’s forearm, squeezing tight. Brow furrowing, she insisted “Trust me. I’ve seen this trick, before.” The Alfar paused, looked over, then mumbled “...Oh. I get it.”

“You got something for me to swing around?”

“No, just got my sword. S’all I ever need.”

“Get it ready, then. She can’t be alone. This doesn’t work with just one person.”

Kelly let go of Miriam’s arm, freeing her up to reach under her cape. She pulled her slender greatsword free of the clasps at the back of her armour, sweeping it out from under her cape before holding it upright in front of herself. She preemptively kept the deep blue blade cocked back by her shoulder, already prepared for a chop. The woman ahead abruptly halted in her tracks. Her face started twisting into a sneer. Her blood-soaked arm shot behind her, pulling free a dagger from the back of her belt, the tip glinting in the sunlight. She shouted “Rupert,” then began charging, running towards the two in a reckless sprint.

Kelly’s breath caught in her throat. She managed to warn Miriam with a hasty “Archer” before she was unshouldering their supplies and evading to the side, ducking a little as she separated the two of them. Miriam’s eyes began to widen with excitement, her lips curving into a smile. She stood her ground, waiting, an obvious target. Her eyes shifted to the side, calmly scanning the trees even as the Almain woman barrelled towards her. A blur, like a shooting hawk, came flying out between two trees. Instead of coming for the stationary target, however, the archer had tried getting the moving, unarmoured target. Kelly slid to a stop the instant before the arrow flew past her side, narrowly avoiding her stomach.

Her eyes rose to the trees, but Miriam was way ahead of her. As soon as she saw where the arrow had come from, her eyes locked in. Miriam took off in a run, utterly ignoring the Almain woman, racing off with such pounding footfalls that her boots sent up clouds of dust, behind her. The Almain woman tried chasing after her, an opening Kelly took full advantage of. She raced for the woman’s rear, managing to cross most of the distance before the woman realized she was being boxed in between two enemies. She spun back around to face Kelly, lunging with her knife once the Varani was close enough, aiming straight for the middle of her chest.

Kelly swept an arm up and to the side, batting the woman’s arm aside when her forearm connected with the woman’s wrist, opening herself up to get even closer and counterattack. Before the woman had a chance to think straight, jut her arm back, and stab Kelly in the hip, Kelly threw out a punch directly into the woman’s throat, crashing her knuckles straight into the woman’s windpipe. Her left arm pistoned out for a hard jab to the gut, the right arm already cocking back and firing out a savage uppercut, cracking into the woman’s chin hard enough to throw her off-balance. With the wind already knocked out of her on top of her throat swelling, she fell like a sack of bricks, thoroughly dazed by the unexpectedly quick, savage onslaught.

She tried swinging the knife around, desperately thrusting and slashing at the air in an attempt to drive Kelly away. She tried choking out her partner’s name, but no arrows came to save her from the hole she had dug for herself. Kelly knew she should’ve focused on disarming the woman first, but she had expected her to be too dazed from the punches to keep flailing. Kelly bared her teeth as she grabbed the woman’s arm mid-swing, then shoved her boot under the small of the woman’s back, forcing her to roll over on to her front. Kelly stomped on her spine and pulled the woman’s arm up behind her, mercilessly twisting her wrist until she was on the verge of dislocating bones. The woman choked back screams, grunting in pain as the dagger was forced out of her fingers.

Kelly kicked the knife aside, then pulled her boot up from the woman’s back. The Almain knew what was coming. She could just barely cry out “No, don’t-!” before Kelly was stomping down. The first crushing blow to the side of her head made the woman’s legs give a kick. Kelly didn’t stop until well after the jerking and twisting had come to an end. By the time she stopped, she was panting hard for air. The woman was limp. Her head had taken on an unhealthy shape, discoloured to an unfortunate hue. The threat was finished. Kelly dropped the woman’s arm, letting it flop to the dirt like a wet noodle. She knelt over, grabbed the knife, and tried to spot Miriam through the trees. Once the archer was dealt with, the situation should be over.

Miriam recklessly charged through the trees, laughter bubbling up in her chest before she even laid eyes on the archer. There he was, in an open spot not far off the road, giving him an ample viewpoint of the sunlit trail. Another Almain, it seemed. Dressed in leather armour, unlike the woman. Presumably, he could afford to wear the armour, given that he was meant to spring the trap, not set it. When he saw her charging like a berserker, greatsword in hand, he panicked, fumbling with his quiver for a second before getting out an arrow. Spilling some arrows out of his quiver in the process, he took a few quick steps back, notching his arrow on his drawstring as he aimed for the center of her chest.

Even though he saw the metal plate protecting her heart, he fired, anyway. The arrow struck true, but shattered apart against the metal. Miriam felt the jabbing impact of the arrow, the force blowing through her torso like the blunt thrust of a quarterstaff, but it didn’t stop her. Now he was gonna get it. She laughed when she came into swing range, giving a controlled chop with the greatsword, slicing clean through his wooden bow. Before he could get away, she did a deft pivot with her wrists, swung the greatsword up close by her side, and brought it back out and down, biting it straight into the man’s right shoulder at a diagonal angle.

His leather armour stopped her from cleaving straight into his torso, but she still managed to swing with enough force to cut into the material, lightly slicing his flesh. Judging by the satisfying sensation of something having given way under the force of the swing, she figured she may not have cut right into him like a hot knife into butter, but she had probably still ended up breaking his collar bone. Fear filled his eyes. He pulled himself away from her blade, sliding the edge of her weapon out of his armour as he turned to run. Miriam pulled the sword back, then carelessly swung as hard as she could, aiming low.

The man screamed when the blade cut through the side of his knee, severing half of his leg in a gush of red, sending him toppling over on to his front. Miriam, still smiling from ear to ear, needed a moment to regain control of her weapon after such an unwise, out of control swing. Nostrils flaring from her intense breathing, eyes wide, she stepped over to his side, following him as he tried to crawl away. The man was practically sobbing by the time Miriam was bringing the sword up over her head, rearing back for a coup de grâce. Her greatsword gleamed under the sunlight, flashing as it came down in a blink. Miriam wasn’t sure if the clunk she heard was the sound of cutting through his head, or if it had just been the edge of her blade biting into the earth.

The man’s entire body went still, in an instant. Miriam finally opened her mouth, letting out a little huff of a sigh. Her eyes relaxed until they were partly closed, the Dokkalfar pulling her weapon away from the body. She didn’t even look at the severed half of the head as it shifted away over a rapidly growing puddle. Turning to the side, she breathlessly called out “Hey, Kelly! I’m...I’m done, over here! Whew...” She heard Kelly call out a congratulations. Miriam stuck the point of her greatsword into the ground, held her hips, and gave a heavy stretch backwards, closing her eyes as she yawned. Smacking her lips, she grabbed her sword and walked away, leaving the corpse where it lay. So concluded their business together.

She was already slipping her sword back under her cape by the time she walked back out onto the path, looking left and right for her friend. She barely glanced at the dead Almain woman at Kelly’s feet. Still smiling, she gave a carefree shrug, then quipped “Well, I guess that’s that. Not very brave, for a couple of bandits.” Kelly brushed herself off as she walked away from the body, looking down to check her boots for any splatter. “That’s probably why they liked ambushing people,” she remarked. Raising her eyebrows, squinting a little to see Miriam with the sun in her eyes, she added “I guess it’s time for a wardrobe change. This just isn’t gonna cut it, on the road. I’m gonna need some armour, plus a decent weapon. This dagger isn’t gonna do me much good.”

Miriam pulled a disappointed face, threw her arms up by her sides, and let them flop back down. “Aww. We just passed Gorhart, hon. I don’t wanna start backtracking, now.” “I know, I know. Doesn’t matter anyway, though. Don’t have the gold for any armour, even if I wanted to waste more time. I only brought along a little, in case of an emergency.” Miriam gave a shrug, narrowing an eye as she asked “So, whaddya wanna do?” Kelly partially turned around, looking back at the Almain she had introduced to her heel. “Well, things are probably gonna get a bit hairy, in Odarath. Lots of Fae to deal with, you know, Sprites and Barghests, things like that.”

“Last thing I want is some lucky Brownie scratching me on the leg and passing me something grimy. I’m gonna need more protection, especially if we run into any more bandits. I guess my only choice is to just make do until I can scrounge something together.” Miriam made another face, walking alongside Kelly as she set off past her. “Mmf. I guess. You can really knock someone’s block off when you’re free to move around, though.” “I’m even better with a pike,” Kelly commented. “I really took to it, during training. Love the reach it has, keeps critters from even touching me.”

The Dokkalfar was already changing the subject, courtesy of her short attention span. Miriam nonchalantly reached over, stuck her hand up under Kelly’s skirt, and gave the back of her thong a little tug upwards, teasing her with a gentle wedgie. “Slap on all the armour you want,” she said, “just as long as you peel it back off, every now and then. Don’t wanna let yourself get worked up, y’know.” Kelly pressed her lips together in a slightly impatient smile. Reaching over, she stuck her hand under the back of Miriam’s long loin cloth and gave the other woman’s tush a harsh pinch. Miriam nearly jumped, yowling for a second out of surprise. “Y’know, sometimes I wonder if you need milking, even more than I do.”

The next couple days did not pass without incident, but nothing particularly extravagant or out of the ordinary occurred. It ended up being more or less what Kelly had expected: Fae creatures around every corner, occasionally wolves or bears instead, all looking to make a meal out of anything that moved. The two of them suffered a few minor injuries during the animal attacks, but nothing life-threatening. Nothing the potions Kelly had packed for the trip couldn’t handle.

As much as Kelly enjoyed Miriam’s company, she wasn’t afraid to admit that, at times, the Alfar’s inability to focus on tasks at hand grated on her nerves. Ordinarily, having one of her fuck-buddies around meant that the party never stopped, but when all she wanted to do was make up for lost time and cover ground, the last thing she wanted to hear was the ceaseless woes of a Dokkalfar on the edge simply because she had gone a couple days without shooting her load up a certain somebody’s tight brown ass. After all, this was Miriam’s quest, not her’s, and it really seemed like Miriam was content to just sit around all day, massaging her own cum into her skin.

Things ended up getting a little heated one morning, as the two bathed. When Miriam came up behind Kelly and tried the rather untoward gesture of poking her fingers somewhere personal, all the while breathing about how she’d loosen Kelly up for the “real deal,” Kelly gave her a piece of her mind. Calling Miriam a “birdbrained bimbo,” she snapped out that if the two of them sat around on each other’s cocks all day, they’d never get anything done about the extra helping Miriam had gotten herself stuck with. She was trying to help Miriam go back to normal, or at least discover the cause of her second helping of man-meat, and it was really starting to feel like Miriam wasn’t treating the issue as seriously as she had led Kelly to believe she was.

Miriam was openly surprised, she clearly didn’t think she had been agitating Kelly - no big surprise there, Kelly thought. She calmed back down, shortly after. Miriam tried apologizing, albeit with that wee bit of confusion that suggested she still didn’t quite understand what she had done wrong to rile up her friend. Kelly apologized, instead. She hadn’t meant to call Miriam a bimbo, and she understood that Miriam was probably still hooked on the apparently intense sensation of getting off with two cocks, at once. Four balls, she joked, probably meant twice the hormones as well as twice the salty gunk to unload, so she could see how Miriam was more distracted than usual.

Miriam waved her hand and chuckled about it, reassuring Kelly that everything was fine. It was her fault, she insisted. She really was grateful for Kelly’s help, but she had been too dim-witted to realize how she was slowing them both down. With a shrug and an honest smile, she admitted that that was one of the reasons she always liked running into Kelly: the Varani was a lot more focused than she was, she could keep Miriam on track and remind her of the things she needs to do when she forgets or becomes distracted. Left to her own devices, it probably would’ve taken her a couple weeks to reach the House of Ballads, judging by the way things had been going. She usually ended up keeping Miriam from getting herself into trouble, too. Besides, Kelly was loads of fun to be around.

Kelly didn’t feel any better at Miriam’s self-deprecation. With a rueful smile, she remarked that, if anyone needed someone else around to keep them in check, it was her. She often didn’t realize when she was becoming contentious, and having someone else around to point out that she was growing pent-up kept her from using her fists when she could just use her words. By way of an additional apology, Kelly promised that, as soon as she got her hands on something suitably slick, the first thing she’d do would be to let Miriam hold her ankles for an hour while Kelly gave her the deep stocking-stuffing she was so clearly anxious for.

Miriam grinned, at that. Truth be told, she said, she was feeling more like a bottom after working so hard to serve up so many doses of her baby-batter, just to quell Kelly’s temper. She would’ve enjoyed a little chance to give her cocks a rest, but before she locked her feet behind her head and opened wide her backdoor, she wanted to, in her words, “oil up those big jugs of your’s and get a double titfuck. I can’t wait to feel my dicks rubbing together between your tits, I just know I’m gonna give you the slimiest pearl necklace in history. Maybe after, we can try doing the world’s first double-anal, hon. I wanna hear you moan when you dribble.”

Kelly went a little flush at the mental image. Miriam kept grinning. In spite of what they had just argued about, she went ahead and politely asked, with all due respect, if Kelly was in the mood for someone to purse their big, soft lips down around her cock head as they furiously beat her meat and jerked her off into their mouth. She wasn’t the sharpest sword in the armoury, but she figured that if Kelly wasn’t already a little turned on after all that talk about grunting as a long prick inspected her colon, then something was seriously wrong. Worked like a charm.

A minute later, Kelly was sitting on the river’s edge, legs dangling in the water, thighs spread open, arms propping her up from behind as a particular Dokkalfar enthusiastically went down and to town, snowballing Kelly the resulting mouthful after an hour’s worth of playtime. Miriam couldn’t help but grin at the way Kelly quaked and trembled, her lingering hard-on tensing and jumping as she swished her own warm lust. Panting, cum on her breath, Kelly promised her she’d owe her one - or perhaps two, in Miriam’s particular case - but that, for now, the two needed to keep moving.

They couldn’t have been another day and a half away from the House of Ballads, and they shouldn’t again fall to that sweet honey trap of indulging themselves...No matter how badly they both wanted to. Miriam admitted that Kelly was right, but reminded her about what she had said. Once the two of them had even a handful of lube between them, they were butt-fucking each other until they both grunting, wheezing, sweating, red in the face, and just generally rutting, mindless animals, painting each other with slut-slime and giving each other cream fillings until their bull balls couldn’t muster up another drop, until their legs were too damn sore to move, anymore. Kelly grinned, raised her eyebrows, cleared her throat, and insisted that she wouldn’t forget.

Later that day, something of actual interest finally occurred, just as the two of them were sitting down to lunch. As Kelly placed her small pack between them, ready to open it up and put together some meat sandwiches to ease their grumbling bellies, her eyes darted upwards into the trees, across the road. It had been an uncontrollable jerk of the eyes, her body homing in on the tiniest shred of movement, in her peripheral vision. At first, she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, and immediately looked away. She even ended up sticking her hand inside her pack before she paused, thought about it, and looked again.

One of her eyebrows went high with curiosity. Judging by the glowing eyes, it had to be a Fae, but she had never seen any Fae in that kind of body, before. Such a small thing couldn’t have been any threat, could it? Her mouth hanging open a crack, she absentmindedly commented “Huh. Look at that. Never seen a Fae shaped like an owl, before.” Miriam raised her eyebrows. Turning a little, she looked over her shoulder, chirping out “Where?” Kelly gave a nod at the closest tree, just across the path. “There. Branch near the ground. It’s watching us. Look for the glowing eyes, it isn’t moving.”

Miriam’s eyes shifted around until, finally, they froze on the twin lights. She pouted her lips and gave a little frown. There, neatly perched just high enough to remain out of arm’s reach, was, at first glance, a bizarrely tall lump of wood. Upon closer inspection, however, one would notice the shifting of plumage, the tiny black chip of a beak, the horn-like tufts of bark-coloured feathers forming a sort of crest atop it’s head, not to mention the two perfect circles of yellow light acting as the creature’s eyes. Miriam glanced over at Kelly, smiled, and cooed “Y’know, it’s kind of cute. I can’t see it chewing my head off, like a Barghest. That, alone, makes it a winner, in my book. You think it’d let me pet it, if I was real g-”

“You dustlings wouldn’t be thinking of trying to make a meal out of that little one, would you?”

The thick, rolling accent didn’t register, right away. The two of them both looked over in surprise, hands going for their weapons. The Fae wearily shook his head, eyes half-closed with boredom at their rather typical reaction. With open condescension, he remarked “Oh, spare me, dustlings. Your kind are always looking to make a meal out of anything you can get your hands on. Am I wrong?” Kelly and Miriam both gave each other an askew look, arching eyebrows. They left their weapons alone as they got up to their feet, still appraising the newcomer. Kelly gave a polite, if curt, wave, answering his disdain with couth manners.

“Hi, sorry about that. We haven’t seen any other living people ever since we came to Odarath. You caught us off-guard, is all.” “That’s probably because of the Brownies, dustling.” The Fae calmly replied. Kelly leaned her head back, a little, as she considered the plainly ludicrous idea. Brownies, causing that much trouble? The Fae man looked, like almost all Fae, quite gaunt by mortal standards, to the point where this man’s head looked like skin pulled taut over a skull. His cheekbones protruded heavily, his eyes were sunken, his cheeks looked paper-thin, and his chin was defined into a sharp point. Not exactly the picture of health.

His ears had that familiar double-ridge along the top and bottom, giving them a similar length to Alfar ears. Instead of ending in a single point, however, the Fae’s ended in two connected by skin, creating a rectangular shape. The Fae’s keen, black and gold eyes locked on Kelly’s own in a stare as she said “Well, we had noticed a lot of Brownies around, but...I mean, Brownies aren’t very hard to deal with. You really mean to tell me that they’ve been such a problem that they’ve wiped out all the bandits, around here?” The Fae slowly shook his head. “I never said that, mortal,” he remarked.

The silk-like strips of cloth hanging from his shoulders like twin, miniature capes flowed around as he walked past them, hesitated, and turned back around to face them. He ignored Miriam entirely, including the irritating way she openly stared at his emerald, plant-like armour, once more staring unblinkingly into Kelly’s eyes. “The two of you must’ve been away from the main horde’s routes. The number, and ferocity, of Brownies in these lands has escalated quite a bit, as of late. It’s gotten the resident children of dust in a bit of a panic, I’ve discovered.” Miriam, eyes wide with interest, her smile so wide that it bordered on dopey, innocently asked “Doesn’t that mean there’s a Crudok around here, giving orders?”

The Fae nodded. “Very good, dustling. The curious thing is, there are simply so many of them walking these woods, you’d think half a dozen Crudoks had established nests, all at once. In all my Telling, I’ve never once witnessed such a thing. I suppose, in all fairness, the dustlings are correct to be concerned, even if they’re only fearful for their own transient hides. Although magic is indeed changing in this world, something tells me that this is the work of the few, not the many. The level of cleverness and aggression I’ve witnessed in these creatures is...Unusual, to say the least. I don’t think this is new behaviour across all Crudoks, but rather new...Initiative, in but a single one.”

“We’ll be careful. Thanks for the heads-up, but I’m not boasting, here. We’ve already run into plenty of Brownies, but the Barghests are a lot more dangerous. Sprites can use magic...Just as easy to kill, but still a lot more dangerous on their own than even a handful of Brownies.” The Fae swiftly looked bored, again. Raising his hand, he gave a quick gesture, lightly chopping to the side as he dismissively remarked “Do what you want, dustling. I didn’t come here to warn you, it’s just your good fortune that we crossed paths. You’re free to ignore me, if you want. If I were you, however, I’d prepare for a very harsh surprise, should I see a Brownie with purple eyes.”

The two women watched the Fae turn and walk off, without a look back. Once he was out of earshot, Kelly looked over at Miriam, narrowing an eye as she gave a shrug. “What the hell was that all about?” Miriam gave a shrug of her own. “Your guess is as good as mine, hon. Brownies are complete pushovers. I could probably kill one with my bare hands, without even breaking a sweat.” Crossing her arms over her chest, Miriam added “Maybe it’s just a story he cooked up to spook people. Maybe he just doesn’t like dustlings walking his precious woods.” Kelly had to smile at the sarcasm. Still, she didn’t dismiss him quite as easily as Miriam had.

As she started to sit back down, she thought aloud “Purple eyes, huh? That’s new. I thought all Fae had yellow eyes.” “Do they? I guess I never really noticed,” Miriam remarked, uncrossing her arms. As she joined her down on the grass, Kelly bothered to take a glance back at the tree. The owl was still there, glowing eyes locked on them in an unblinking stare, the empty yellow lights of it’s eyes keenly observing their every movement. As Kelly started reaching into her pack, she explained. “Yeah, keep an eye on any Fae animals you run across, from now on. Their eyes are always glowing, and it’s always yellow. Boggarts are the most obvious, their bodies are pretty much just lights with scraps of wood, stuck around them. Although, uh...Some of them are green...”

Kelly briefly scratched at the side of her nose with her thumb. “Not sure why it’s the case, but it’s probably because of their tie to the land, and that...Realm of magic they all come from, or something. I’m not one hundred percent clear on Fae culture. Even Fae animals, I guess, are linked to the land, Summer, and Winter, just like the walking, talking ones. Never really going to find out much unless you ask a Fae, themself, and I never had to make nice with them in the Warsworn. Wait, that...Argh!” Kelly smacked her knee, glancing upwards in exasperation as she snapped out “I should’ve asked that guy how close we were to the House of Ballads!”

Miriam glanced to the side. “We could probably catch up to him if we hurried,” she offered. Kelly held her breath, for a second, as she thought, but gave a quick sigh as she decided against it. “Nah, forget it. He’s a rude bastard, and we’re probably close, anyway. I don’t wanna give him the opportunity to make some snide remark about why a couple mortals would be looking for the House of Ballads.” Miriam shrugged, cheerily mumbling “Okay, good-lookin’. Whatever you say.” A half-smile blossomed on Kelly’s face, her eyes briefly going up to the Dokkalfar before rising even higher.

She could see the owl over her head, still staring. It cocked it’s head to the side, giving Kelly an askew look. Her jaw lightly tightened before she put the creature out of her mind. After eating their lunch, the two of them packed up and took off, following the narrow dirt road north. The owl never left in all that time, silently watching them depart. Just a few minutes after the two roaming warriors had left, another figure came striding up the road from the south. The owl turned it’s head, watching him walk up to their abandoned campsite. He paused, slowly looking around. They had been here, before. He could smell the taint lingering on the earth.

He was still hot on their trail. They were carrying it further and further. Just where were they headed? The owl gave a hoot, opening up it’s wings to give a preparatory flap. The man turned his head, his black robe shifting as he raised his arm, offering it as a perch. The mirror-like finish of his silver gauntlet flashed under the sunlight, glinting like a beacon for the feathery critter. The owl took off, swooping low towards him before pulling up at the last moment, it’s strong, taloned feet grabbing on to his gauntlet. He eased his arm closer to himself, bringing the owl close to the side of his head. It began to warble, grumble, and whistle. It had seen plenty. The corruption was festering.

By the end of the day, the tall, curving canopies of the House of Ballads came into view, peeking out between the tall trees on the distance. Not a Fae could be seen until the narrow dirt path turned into a neat, heavily mossed-over cobblestone, guardrails made entirely of wood cropping up to border either side of the path. Tiny blue motes of magic drifted up through the air all around them, harmlessly passing through either of them as they walked along, melding in and out of their bodies without sensation. Occasionally, one of the lights would zip by, the beat of insect wings accompanying the glow.

Within a minute, the path came up to a thick cliff wall, a sort of shield for the House of Ballads. A large enough hole for a Fae to pass into had been opened up in the stone, however, and the walkway passed straight on through, seamlessly transforming into a bridge as soon as it was through. The rush of water filled their ears, and once they were in the open, they could lay their eyes on the multiple waterfalls flowing over the cliff top, on either side of them. Straight ahead, tall pillars stood alongside the bridge, stretching out from the deep pool of water lying below.

Each pillar was capped with the life-sized likeness of a Fae, with a single duo marking each one in an alternating pattern. One of the Fae was holding a sword and shield, while the other, a staff with a curved top. Hanging out from beneath each statue’s feet, draped over each pillar, was the emerald and silver banner of the House of Ballads, each covered in sweeping lines, some curling, some sharp. Up ahead, the bridge led into a large common area, with numerous figures already visible sitting cross-legged in meditation. They each positioned themselves right in the middle of large, swirling lines of dirt, carefully patterned over the cobblestone.

On the far side of the grounds, the main building stood, it’s walls encircled with tall, beautiful ornate windows of pearly stained glass. The numerous tall, impossibly thick, curling vines lining the perimeter of the building’s rooftop gave it the illusion of possessing a crown, turning the entire building into Summer’s helm. Just to the left and right, flanking the main building, were two smaller, less noticeable buildings, each topped with a dome of densely-packed vines. High above it all, soaring so high that the two mortals needed to crane their necks, were three colossal prongs, like segments of an incomplete dome roof to cover the entire grounds. However, with the gaps in between the segments and the fact that they were only loosely formed out of vines, they appeared to serve more of an ornamental role than anything practical. Nonetheless, if grand was what they were meant to be, they had certainly exceeded their goal.

Kelly couldn’t help but look around in wonder, while Miriam, conversely, didn’t seem particularly impressed by the spectacle. She didn’t appear bored, per se, but it were as if none of this grand view held any magic for her, as if it were no different from a plain, mediocre Almain settlement. As the two walked across the bridge, they both quickly became aware of a Fae approaching them, keeping a brisk pace as he made his way towards the bridge. Like many Fae, his white-blonde hair was swept up in a rather noticeable pillar behind him, ending in a tall point. His clothes, meanwhile, looked like every other Fae’s, as if it had been directly crafted out of plant life and vegetation, with only a small amount of actual fabric peeking out.

“Walk no further, mortals,” he called out, his voice possessing the noticeable vibrating, hum-like background noise common to almost all Fae, on top of his thick, lilting accent. Kelly promptly stopped, yet Miriam didn’t, forcing the Varani to hastily throw her arm out, grab the other woman’s, and pull her back until the two were side-by-side. Miriam glanced at her in bewilderment until Kelly said, loudly enough for the man to hear, “Greetings, we’re looking for help. I realize it’s probably not something you see every day, a couple mortals like us knocking on your door, but my friend, here, has a, uh...Tsk, a distinctly unique predicament. Magic was involved, according to her. She seems to think Fae could help her.”

Galin raised an eyebrow high, slowing his pace once he was close enough. Rather politely, he commented “Hardly. The new lord of the Court of Enchantments is a mortal, after all.” Raising a hand, he briefly gestured with a finger, holding it up as he added “The world is experiencing a whirlwind of change, these seasons. Many of us are still unsure whether or not the House of Ballads is experiencing an end, or not. But, for now, mortals have become...Not quite as uncommon a sight as they used to be.”

“You may call me Galin, the Squire. Now, as for this problem you were referring to, I can promise no aid. Surely, one of the mortal healers in one of the nearby mortal cities could cure you of whatever ails you.” Before Kelly could try to speak for her, Miriam piped up. Raising a hand, she scratched at her temple, hastily mumbling “Well, see, that’s just it, sweetheart. I’m not talking about some run-of-the-mill disease that I caught. There was magic involved, and I couldn’t think of any magicians or wizards for a hundred miles, outside of you Fae. Don’t you all use magic, or something?”

Galin cocked an eyebrow at the queer remark. “Of course. By nature, we’re all connected to Esharra. That doesn’t mean we’re all capable of using it to undo curses upon one’s being, however. Ah, there’s a thought.” Galin raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is that the problem? Did you attempt to open a Warded chest and wound up becoming cursed? That doesn’t require a Fae to heal, at all. Any skilled healer can take care of th-” Miriam shook her head, interrupting him as she blurted out “No, no, no. I mean, give me a little credit, I’m not stupid enough to trip up a hex. I see a chest glowing purple, I stay the hell away from it.”

Patiently, Galin asked “Well then, in that case, what exactly appears to be the problem?” Miriam opened her mouth to speak, managing to get out “Well, y-” before Kelly was looking over at her, raising an arm to stop her lest she say something embarrassing. Raising her eyebrows, she cut in, clearing her throat. “Uh, well...Like I said, magic was involved. It’s, um...How should I put this...It’s changed her body, and we don’t think it’s life-threatening, but I think she’d be a lot more comfortable if a magic expert took a look at the situation and at least tried to figure out why it happened. A healer who knows a lot about magic would be just what she’s looking for, and she thought...”

Galin raised his hand, prompting Kelly to trail off. His brow a bit furrowed, he stated “If this problem is only affecting her, then I think I should hear it from her, herself. Wouldn’t you agree?” Kelly closed her mouth, subtly sighing through her nose as she turned her head, giving Miriam a look. “...Well, this was your idea, hon.” Miriam gave a little shrug, a somewhat blank look in her eyes. Pouty lips curved into a tiny smile, she mumbled “Well, it’s kind of hard for me to wear panties, now. Thongs are out of the question.” Kelly tried not to sigh with exasperation. Galin raised his eyebrows high.

“That’s not what he wanted to hear, Miri. Stick to the story,” Kelly tiredly commented, eyes half-closed as she gave the woman a sidelong glance. Miriam shrugged, smiling more as she added “It all started when I found this little necklace, in a cave. There was this guy in a black robe, and then there were these screams and purple lights, and when I woke up, my body had changed. Now, I have two meat and four veg. Like I said, thongs are out of the question. Too much luggage.” “What was that, now? Backtrack, a moment.” Galin quickly asked, dropping his chin in curiosity.

Miriam’s eyes opened up, a little more. Smile persisting, she hummed for a second, answering “Hmm? Well, you know, a thong is so tiny, you can’t-” Galin cut her off, snapping “Not the smallclothes, mortal. The lights. You say you saw purple lights?” Miriam gave a quick little nod, her hair bobbing around her shoulders as she moved. “And, magic was involved, you believe?” Miriam gave another chipper nod, humming to the affirmative. Galin narrowed his eyes and slowly turned his head to the side, a little. “...Not blue, or even yellow?” He slowly asked.

Miriam shook her head. Galin hummed in thought, crossing his arms over his chest, raising one hand to hold his chin. “Does the colour mean anything?” Kelly asked, beginning to hold her hips as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Galin, looking off into the distance, spoke quickly as he answered. “Indeed it does. The manifestation of the magic as it takes effect reflects the nature of the magic, itself. The offensive magic mortals are so fond of is straightforward: fire, lightning, ice, and little else. I’ve witnessed mortals weave spells that were blue, however, perhaps a sign of the mortal magic rising. Yellow would suggest Fae, and a tie to Esharra. Purple, on the other hand...”

“It’s curious,” Galin added, slowing down his speech. Uncrossing his arms, he stated “It feels like just earlier today that Iluvia was telling me her tale about a Crudok with purple eyes. A young Almain girl told her a tale about her village being destroyed by such a creature, which had then proceeded to stalk her for the rest of her life. A queer tale, and in my personal opinion, likely one’s memory playing tricks on one’s self, but it is not up to me to judge. I have to wonder if what happened to you, mortal, has any connection to Iluvia’s story. If there is a Crudok nesting in Odarath, it would help explain the escalating number of Brownies, as well as their heightened aggression. I’ve never seen a single Crudok attract quite so many, however...”

Galin abruptly stopped speaking as a figure materialized on the bridge, scant dozen paces behind him. Kelly and Miriam looked past his sides as the figure became corporeal, over a single second. It was a Fae, a man who looked a little younger than Galin. Walking towards the three of them, he spoke in a deep, calm voice, which Kelly couldn’t help but notice lacked the usual hum or reverb that accompanied most Fae voices. “Galin, I leave overseeing the administrative duties to you. I believe I may have discovered the location of this Almain woman that Iluvia spoke of.” He simply walked past Kelly and Miriam without so much as introducing himself, barely glancing at them as he added “If what she said about that Crudok is true, I fear for the implications.”

“My lord, these women have a similar story,” Galin politely offered, during a little bow. The newcomer immediately stopped walking. He turned back around to face the trio as Galin added “Another case of this purple magic, I’m afraid.” The Fae looked at Miriam, then Kelly, then began focusing on Miriam, exclusively. Slowly, he said “...Yes, I think I can sense it. Purple magic, you believe? Not red?” Miriam shook her head. “Purple,” she asserted. The Fae lightly furrowed his brow in thought, causing the white, swirling markings on his forehead to shift. Kelly watched the Fae’s red eyes as he briefly looked off to the side, in thought.

Aside from his mostly blonde hair, an oddity considering most Fae seemed to have snow-white hair, he looked like any regular Fae. Just, who was he? Must’ve been someone important, if he had a title. Galin seemed to read Kelly’s mind. Extending an arm towards the man, palm faced towards the sky, he politely said “Mortals, allow me to introduce Hallam the White, the Storyteller, Chancellor of the House of Ballads.” Kelly raised her eyebrows in surprise. It took her a moment but, out of a desire not to turn the man’s help away, she stiffly gave a bow, hoping he didn’t feel disrespected.

Instead, Miriam raised a hand, giving a little wave with a smile. When she spotted what Kelly was doing, however, she quickly followed suit, giving a low bow before standing back up. Hallam watched them without expression, waiting for them both to stand before he flatly said “The two of you should come with me. We’ll speak along the way. It’ll help give me an opportunity to...” His eyes abruptly began to widen, mid-word. Without warning, he thrust an arm out towards Miriam, hand open with his fingers spread. A yellow bubble of light surrounded her and, a split-second later, Hallam threw his arm back down. The bubble disappeared, and so did Miriam.

Kelly’s eyes widened. Reaching for her dagger, she exclaimed “What did you-?” “I sent her away from here. I had to.” Hallam quickly said. Raising his eyebrows as Kelly’s breathing escalated, Hallam sounded genuinely apologetic as he said “I apologize if I surprised you, that wasn’t my intent. There’s still magic inside your friend, and it was bleeding out into the environment. I had to remove her from the area before the magic could have any sort of effect on the environment, particularly if it proves erosive.” Hallam turned to leave, but Kelly went after him, following him up the bridge. “Where is she?” She ordered, hand still lingering on her dagger.

Hallam slightly reached his arm in her direction, his hand left open to steady her. “Be at ease. I blinked her away from the grounds. She’s just beyond our border, in Odarath proper.” Kelly blinked a couple times, then slipped her hand away from her dagger. Hallam’s brow furrowed deep as he withdrew his arm. He gave Kelly a glance as he offered her the answer she and Miriam had been looking for, all along. “I’m sorry, but I can’t aid your friend. Nobody here can. Not yet, at least. This new magic is foreign to us all. However, knowing your friend was touched by this magic and that it seeps outward is another piece of the puzzle. Now, I wonder what the Almain woman can tell me about this Crudok she witnessed. She might be able to provide more clues as to the origins of this new force. After that, the Crudok, itself, would be the next logical step.”

“We can go with you, we can help, and if it helps turn Miri back to normal, then-” “Impossible, I’m sorry. I appreciate the offer, but this is a task I must see to, myself. And, as for your friend, I must ask that you never return here. Not with her, and not alone. It’s possible that if the magic is radiating into her surroundings, it might yet take root in you, as well.” Kelly tried to get a word in edgewise, but he continued. With a hint of finality, he remarked “Rest assured that if I deem you necessary, or if further contact is otherwise needed, I’ll find you, myself. Until then, return to your previous dealings...And, if possible, keep away from other mortals, at least until I develop a better understanding of this magic. I would put thought into distancing yourself from your friend, as well.”

“You make us sound like we’re sick,” Kelly slowly said. “You very well could be,” he bluntly answered. “Most magic doesn’t seep into the surrounding area...And when it does, it’s never as quickly as your friend was displaying. It needs to be from an enriched source of energy, over an extended period of time...”

(Author's Note - Hey, guys! Here’s Kelly and Miriam’s piece on their own, unfortunately they didn’t get as much room for growth as Leah did:P. We found out a little bit about the two of them, though, I suppose. Farrah and Astraia’s chapter should be more eventful, hopefully:). So, in this chapter, Kelly and Miriam walk into an ambush, but thankfully, they handle themselves well - still, Kelly might wanna get some armour. Her current ensemble of more or less a corset, skirt, and stockings won’t do her very good, in armed combat. They also cross paths with a Fae who tries to warn them about abnormally aggressive Brownies amassing in Odarath, and the man in a black robe who was present during Miriam’s unfortunate incident is very hot on their trail.

When they get to the House of Ballads, Hallam the White, himself, forcibly ejects Miriam from the area on the grounds that the magic that changed her is still clinging to her, could potentially be malignant, and is seeping into the surrounding environment. What kind of trouble could Miriam possibly have gotten herself into? What could happen next with Farrah and Astraia, our two aristocratic ladies? If you guys are enjoying the story, or have suggestions for anything plot-related or sex-related that you’d like to see, feel free to leave a comment!)
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