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Finding Purpose (Hafnium)


Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 1/66, Status = Alright, Low on EP, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

Rolls
The alraune wakes up and activates Black Dragon X = 8 with everyone in the room other than her as targets. Sensensiel counterspells.
Resistance: Sensensiel wins! Thankfully!

Krig happily leaned into Tamonten when drawn into the swordswoman's embrace, smiling nervously and giving a little coo when her neck was nipped. As nervous as she apparently was displaying such affection in front of the maids, Tamonten could feel her lover shivering with pleasure at the attention, her tail brushing against her skin as it wagged back and forth. She would place her hands upon Tamonten's hips as if intent on holding her there, but the tiny embrace would break easily when the swordswoman pulled away a moment after her suggestive quip. The maids both merely grinned, while Sensensiel carefully looked away with her cheeks nearly as scarlet as those of the two mess makers.

"Fair enough~ If I'd been in jail for a few days I'd probably try to make a nice big mess too!" Shorya said brightly after giving a light, fluttery giggle. "Psh, like you've ever needed a reason, or even an excuse to make a mess!" Niserie remarked dryly, prompting Shorya to laugh heartily. "Maybe... But I just can't help it when you're around Niss!" Shorya replied, and at that Niserie merely rolled her eyes and offered Tamonten an exasperated look, though the smirk on her face suggested that the blue-haired maid's comments weren't going completely unappreciated.

After the exchange between the two servants, the conversation would go in the direction of Sensensiel again, and Tamonten's worries about what she might have sired in the angel's womb added a tension to her mannerisms that wasn't missed by anyone in the room. "Ooooh, that sounds good! I wonder if they have ice cream here?" Sensensiel remarked at the mention of sweets, glancing at Shorya first, who seemed at a loss and shrugged, and then at Niserie who sadly shook her head. "We don't have any cows, so we can't produce anything dairy related except with... Ehhh.... Never mind, we just don't have any ice cream," she said, faltering and redirecting her line of thought fairly obviously as she opted to try and conceal something to which Shorya grinned.

What that something might be was to be left up to Tamonten's imagination, however, as she moved on to her next request of the blue haired angel, who adopted a curious expression. "Oh? What?" she asked, and then waited through Tamonten's elongated pause while the swordswoman tried to gather herself. Once Tamonten finally managed to spit out her issue, however, she adopted a wry grin. Krig somehow looked somewhere in the middle of scandalized, embarrassed, concerned, and curious all at once, while Niserie and Shorya traded a glance and then broke out into a fit of giggles. "You just keep making this better and better! Now I want to come to this party of yours too!" Shorya remarked brightly between fits, but while Krig would shoot the maid a warning glance - prompting her to giggle all the louder - Sensensiel wouldn't take her eyes or her sly smirk off of Tamonten.

"Oh?" she began innocently, "take responsibility?" Her hand slowly drifted to her still flat stomach and rubbed it for a moment, "for our child? The one you put in me yesterday?" Her amused tone and the smirk on her face might suggest that she was merely being flippant, but if she were teasing then it was flying in the face of her fairly unambiguous wording. "You needn't worry about it. Angels don't really go for the whole family concept! I wasn't raised by Elawdrin, for instance, merely birthed from her and then told about her. Besides that, you've got an idea of what we willingly walk into, having heard what happened to her and having seen me do all that I did to end her. It flies in the face of what you believe is right, I know, but any child I had by you would be an angel themselves, and... You don't need that sort of worry. You'd be better off not being involved, and to tell you the truth... So would our daughter. It's not anything wrong with you, but we... We don't really get much use out of mortal parents. You don't have the same experience, growing up and maturing.... And those of us with mortal parents tend to spend a lot more time fretting over them than our duties have room to permit when we know about them."

Sensensiel had maintained her flippant presentation at first, but her tone and expression had gradually shifted to one of complete seriousness, and around halfway through her grave explanation she had silenced the maids and caused Krig to look extraordinarily uncomfortable and turn her gaze straight down to the floor. "Besides," the angel continued with a spectacularly genuine return to her amused tone, "who says I'm even pregnant!? We can control that, just like demons," she shot a nod toward Shorya, who began to look uncomfortable and became as interested in the floor as Krig, "and who's to say that I left the switch on neutral? Though... If you'd like to be a donor, I'd take it as acceptable thanks for helping you out with the ritual to get that demon out of you! What do you think? Maybe after the party we can go back to your room and have a second round? This time, you can be the one with the leash and the blindfold! I'm sure you'd approve of that!" Her gaze flitted to Krig, who swept all expression from her face in the blink of an eye and looked at Sensensiel without really meeting her gaze.

It was into that incredibly awkward moment that the black-and-white striped alraune suddenly gasped and opened her eyes, drawing every gaze to her as she then shot up to a sitting position. Bereft of any clothes still, the mutated plant woman looked around the room - largely populated by demons or those resembling them - and adopted a look of horror. Power like that she had felt wielded only by Kringlicsly and Elawdrin before surged around her with as much suddenness as her awakening, motes of fiery darkness appearing around the panicked woman as the maids both tried to interpose themselves between the terror maddened alraune and Krig and Tamonten while scrambling to react. The black motes widened steadily, and the bedroom was suddenly filled with heat so hot that it would take an effort of will on Tamonten's part not to try and shield her face from it. The distant echo of a tremendous roar poured through the widening gates, a sound that might not yet shake the stone walls as it surely would when fully unleashed, but left Tamonten's very soul shaking with the instinctive dread of utterly helpless prey before an unstoppable predator. Beside her, Krig suddenly began to shake with terror that was instantly obvious upon her expression, but stood rooted to the spot without calling on any defense of her own.

The maids enacted magics of their own, throwing up defenses against what was to come that seemed far too flimsy to resist the power being called upon. Sensensiel got to her before it happened. Just as the motes of darkness seemed about to widen, to permit entrance to whatever horror the alraune's maddened terror had driven her to summon, a flick of power from the angel reached out and lashed against the simplistic patterns of energy that formed the widening black circles. Their structure broke instantly, shattering and banishing the heat and dread that had preceded them, and the energy that had made them backlashed against the newly awakened alraune. The plant's spirit shook as the magic shredded it more intensely than the dark power she had attempted to call upon, and her eyes briefly rolled up into the back of her head before she slumped back onto her bedding and began to convulse violently.

Sensensiel got to her first that time too, as the maids were momentarily stunned by the sudden end to the dire situation, though both Niserie and Shorya quickly moved to help restrain the alraune so that she couldn't damage herself further during her violent seizure. It took over a minute before it was over, and once her violent shudders had come to an end the alraune lay panting on her back for another few moments. Eventually, however, her eyes would flit open, take in the figures gathered around her that could easily include Tamonten if she'd moved to help the maids and Sensensiel, much calmer than they had been when she'd initially awakened. "Where am I?" she whispered, her voice a harsh but faint whisper, and though she still looked frightened she no longer looked panicked.
 
Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

The pale swordswoman was apparently the only person in the room capable of keeping her eyes on Sensensiel throughout the entirety of the angel's comments. Partly, perhaps, because she took the possibility seriously enough that she wasn't cowed by the angel's jovial first few comments and because when the blue-haired woman did become serious she didn't fully believe her words. The angelic woman seemed to be following her own sense of duty. It seemed like she was trying to protect herself and the swordswoman and the child they might've had. And she might've been doing just that, but Tamonten wasn't entirely sold on that just yet.

Sensensiel's return to joviality after such a serious subject, however, earned her a slightly irritated look from the pale girl as the swordswoman crossed her arms over her chest. She believed the angel was playing at something beyond what she was being open about, even if she couldn't really wrap her head around what, which only served to frustrate her further. I didn't realize just how much you're like your mother, she thought in a manner not intended for flattery in the least, and very nearly said before the alraune bolted upright. Tamonten would've been far more relieved by both being interrupted out of saying her cruel retort and the needed distraction if the plant woman hadn't followed up by trying to kill everyone in the room.

As it was, the sudden attack caught the swordswoman completely off guard. Her brain struggled to process the amount of stimulation flowing in. The black motes were the most obvious visual cue as to what was going to occur, but without any real skill or knowledge in matters of spiritual powers or magic herself all she could really garner from them was that they were bad, very bad. She didn't have her sword either, and she didn't believe that she'd be able to reach the alraune beyond the gates of her power without it, let alone disable the woman quickly enough with her hands to stop whatever was about to happen. She was powerless in that situation too, it seemed, and could do nothing but use the seconds she had left to try to come to terms with her impending obliteration so close to freeing herself from the demon in her arm, and how despite all her efforts to keep the woman safe her lover would perish too....

Then another thought pierced the darkness. A simple one, two words in total. Protect Krig, it silently ran through her head and within a fraction of a second she was moving to do just that. She placed herself squarely in front of her frightened lover. She knew it wasn't likely to do much. Even with the maids in front of her and herself in front of Kringlicsly they were all likely to perish at the hands of whatever terrible thing laid on the other side of the gate. Whatever it cost her, though, Tamonten would stand there. She would remain firmly in place until she was nothing more than ashes if it meant even the slightest chance of keeping her lover safe. Fortunately, Sensensiel acted quickly enough that none of it would need to come to pass.

Following the end of the most dire part of the situation, however, the swordswoman's attention did not turn to the seizuring alraune immediately, and instead she turned toward Krig and pulled her into a brief but crushing hug. "Are you alright?" She whispered the question to the foxgirl as she pulled away to arm's length and met the other woman's gaze. When, and only when, Krig responded in the affirmative would the swordswoman give her a nod and then rush over to aid in holding down the alraune, lending her not inconsiderable strength to the other three already trying doing the same.

After the alraune finally settled and issued her question, Tamonten didn't mind being the one to answer. "Acheron, in the heart of Artmirst. Elawdrin is no more and her so-called bladebeast was slain and burned." she added, hoping that the information might calm the alraune given the plant woman's group's fateful encounter with both the angel and her twisted pet. "All the surviving prisoners have been freed and brought here under Lady Xeon's hospitality... but I fear that the dragon sisters and yourself were the only ones who survived from your group," she admitted, unsure of how the striped woman might take the information. This time, however, she was well ready and in range to punch the alraune back into unconsciousness if she tried to kill everybody again.
 
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Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 1/66, Status = Alright, Low on EP, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

Krig gave a look remarkably similar to annoyance mixed in with the leftovers of the terror summoned by the alraune's usage of her power when Tamonten turned and asked if she was okay. "Yes!" she exclaimed, exasperated and annoyed and relieved all at once, but after a moment she would sigh and, if Tamonten was still beside her add in an even tone, "I'm fine. Nothing happened, thankfully, though for a second there...." She simply shook her head, and either way the swordswoman was free to go and help hold down the seizing alraune with the others.

Once the striped plant woman was still again, she would merely adopt a confused look following Tamonten's effort to answer her question. "What? What are you even talking about!?" she asked demandingly, her tone urging towards mania, but Sensensiel suddenly let out a sigh and asked, "what is the last thing that you remember before you woke up here?"

The alraune blinked, deliberated silently for a moment, and then finally replied, "well.... I was.... I was leaving my grove, in the center of the city. For good. I started going North, to see the ruins and the cliffs, and then.... Nothing! I woke up, here, with a bunch of demons!" She looked extremely alarmed, but Sensensiel gave a frustrated sigh and the maids and Krig all looked understanding. "She blocked it out," the angel muttered aloud, "she's forgotten all of it... Well, I guess I can't blame her too much."

Sighing again, she turned towards Tamonten and Krig and said, "I can handle explaining things to her. You've got someone else to go and see, don't you?" Niserie would be ready to lead them off to wherever Tamonten liked if she was, but the swordswoman was free to express further concerns over what the angel had said prior to the awakening of the alraune now if she so wished, or to speak of or to the awakened alraune instead. Krig would hang by her elbow, waiting and taking part only if she had to.
 
Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

I almost envy her for having been able to do that, the pale girl almost said aloud at the revelation that the alraune didn't remember a single part of what had happened in Elawdrin's prison. She did not, however, envy Sensensiel's burden of explaining exactly what had transpired. In truth, she wasn't really certain that the angel was the best suited to help walk the alraune through her lost time but at the same time the swordswoman knew that she herself wouldn't be better equipped beyond having been through the fallen angel's experiments personally, and she was glad enough not to have to relive any of it again so shortly after her meeting with Xeon.

"Yes, I must go see Grenewald, lest she leave before I can speak to her," she replied evenly. Tamonten lingered for a few moments after saying as much though, briefly staring at the pure angel with a frown. She still wanted to rebuke Sensensiel for her actions and claims. She couldn't pretend to know what it was to be an angel, nor whether having another race among their parentage truly might hinder an angelic child, but the idea that Tamonten wouldn't worry about a child of hers just because she hadn't had a hand in raising the babe was absurd. Not knowing would be no better than knowing in that regard.

Besides, it wasn't like she was asking to marry the angel and stay with her. Tamonten had only ever meant by her offer of responsibility that she'd take care of the child if Sensensiel did not wish to and that she'd provide supplies, denarii, or whatever the angel might need to survive comfortably while caring for her progeny, and that she'd provide compensation for the potion necessary to terminate her pregnancy if the other woman desired as much. It wasn't a conversation to have in front of the freshly awoken alraune though, and that compounded with the fact that it wasn't really a conversation that the pale girl wanted to continue while she was still riled up about it was enough to dissuade her from pursuing it further, at least for the time being.

I hate situations where right and wrong are blurred, especially when it was my own foolishness that got me into them she thought to herself as she sighed and turned to leave. Barring anything stopping her, once the trio was in the hallway she would direct Niserie to guide them to Grenewald. "Grenewald is next and last. At least I hope she'll be the last visit I need to make. I'm well ready for that nap by now."
 
Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 1/66, Status = Alright, Low on EP, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

"Good luck," Sensensiel would say earnestly, and Shorya followed it up by adding, "see yah later!" Krig would, while they were following Niserie out of the room, idly lace her fingers in the hand of the swordswoman. She would hold Tamonten's hand all throughout their next journey through Xeon's domain, and this time they would actually exit the demon's palace, retracing the steps they'd taken to get to the guest quarters and eventually emerging out into the daylight.

"I led Lady Grenewald out to the training grounds early this morning," Niserie would explain conversationally as the descended the front steps, eventually joining the sparse crowd of demons busying about. Most seemed to be goblins at this point, crews of them wandering about with tools or supplies as they worked to reconstruct or remodel the area around the place where Xeon had chosen to make her headquarters, but a few of the other varieties of demon were to be found as well, the pale gray stalkers or the constantly varying forms of the true demons visible here and there among the various shades of green. "She's been there since I left her, as far as I know, so she's probably pretty tired by now."

The other demons seemed to give Niserie a great deal of deference as she strode confidently ahead of Tamonten and Krig, leaving them entirely unmolested by any of the groups or lone demons that they passed. They didn't have to go far from Xeon's palace, however, before they came upon a fenced in area with numerous towers and a guard station at the only visible break in the wall surrounding it. Niserie, and thus Tamonten and her lover, were able to pass by the black-armored guards without having to even speak a word, and they would enter into a mixture between a classical martial encampment and a more modern Badarian military base. Demons were everywhere, mostly dressed in black and often enough in leather or light mail, and while some sparred under the watchful eyes of figures in plate armor made of pure dark metal, others were seemingly busy working out the basic uses of firearms. It was as noisy here as it had been in the areas under construction, but Niserie passed over these and moved instead to one of the barracks, casually entering the door and striding inside.

A wave of new noise would crash over Tamonten and Krig as they stepped inside, jeers and shouts in a tongue that she had never heard before, and they would enter into a building that had been converted into a small arena. A circle in the center was surrounded by tables and stools, all of them packed with a plethora of demons, big and small, male and female, armored and nude. The room was dimly lit save for a lamp hanging from the ceiling just over the shallow pit in the center, casting flickering illumination upon the combat taking place within, and judging by some of the stains on the stone floor fighting wasn't the only spectacle that took place in that arena. Varthic was present, sitting pretty much right beside the arena and more or less opposite the door. He was alone, for once, but didn't seem any happier without Pano at his side, and seemed to be watching the spectacle in the center of the room with open boredom. Tamonten and Krig would very nearly be turned into active participants of that spectacle, as a flailing goblin came hurtling through the air, missing them (and the door) by barely more than two feet before slamming face-first and upside-down into the wall, at which point they hung for a moment before falling and eventually crumpling to the floor.

The one who had made the throw, to the obvious enthusiasm (though it was hard to say if that was meant to be supportive or not) of the crowd was present in the center of the ring, marked only by a crudely drawn line of white chalk. "Well.... Maybe she's not all that tired!" Niserie remarked dryly, needing to raise her voice somewhat to be heard over the crowd as they watched Grenewald stand in the center while eleven more goblins surrounded her. Of those eleven, six were already on the ground, knocked senseless either by her fists or the long wooden sword hanging from her hand, a near-perfect replica of the sort of blade she had seemed to favor back when they'd fought together in Elawdrin's prison. The orc looked perfectly smug standing there in the center, her expression a mix of manic glee and utmost confidence, with a sizable dash of pure disdain for the paltry efforts of the diminutive demons trying to attack her. As Tamonten watched, two came at her at once, from opposite sides, but rather than move as another combatant might have the orc warrior, clad in the armor she had been wearing when they had left the prison, waited for them to close in before making her move.

Her patience paid off, as not only did the spinning strike catch one of the charging goblins and send him sailing like a tossed ragdoll out of the arena, and then the second charging goblin hard enough to send him skidding across the arena in a spin that left a good amount of raw skin on the rough stone floor, but it actually baited in a third goblin who thought that the attack of his comrades was sure to be successful to rush in as well. He ended up getting conked in the temple and falling flat on the spot, unmoving, leaving only two goblins left. Glancing at each other, the two minor demons wisely opted to concede the fight by backing carefully out of the arena, leaving the crowd to jeer in disdain at their cowardice while simultaneously cheering on the prowess of the victorious orc standing in the denter of their arena. "You'd probably better try to get to her now, before someone beats her and lays claim to her for the night," Niserie would say while smiling indulgently at the violent spectacle, "just don't step into the ring, it constitutes a challenge."
 
Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

The swordswoman felt a little bit guilty when the foxgirl took her hand, no doubt fueled by the fact that she had just been discussing her responsibility for a child with another woman, but she certainly didn't shy away from her lover's display of affection. Even something so small as holding Kringlicsly's hand was enough to make a sense of happiness and warmth spread through Tamonten's body and her features. And when Niserie suggested that Grenewald had been sparring all day and would likely be tired by the time they came upon her, the pale girl was even so bold as to feel enthusiastic. If the orcish woman was tired, then she should be easy enough to talk with and see what would hopefully be the last trip that day through.

That lasted about as long as it took to descend into the barracks where all the fighting and racket was occurring. The swordswoman instinctively followed the goblin-slash-projectile that nearly struck her lover and her with her eyes, and traced it back to find Grenewald. As her gaze settled on the other warrior, she very quickly began to dread attempting to speak to the orcish woman even more than she had dreaded speaking to Sensensiel about her progeny. At the same time though, she couldn't help but admire Grenewald as a warrior. The prison fighting hadn't exactly given Tamonten much time to size her ally up but the setting of the barracks certainly did and the pale girl couldn't help but be impressed. The orcish woman was completely fearless, but more than that she had the strength and prowess to back up that absence of fear.

Grenewald managed to surprise the possessed swordswoman no less than three times with the maneuver that would end up winning her the fight. First in that she stood, where most warriors would have repositioned to bring themselves out of the disadvantageous position, especially when they had the gift of greater reach in the manner that the orc did. The second surprise was that she was fast enough and able to strike all of her targets with the wooden blade despite the disadvantages of a training blade versus live steel in such a maneuver. While effectively striking multiple targets with a single swing of an edged weapon was a feat in itself requiring great strength, speed, and timing, which was something Tamonten could testify to, managing to do so with blunt wood was beyond even that, as the latter was even more likely to get caught up in something or lose too much of its momentum to effectively strike the second target than a steel edge. Beyond the brute strength required, her maneuver had taken an incredible amount of technique to pull off.

The final surprise was in that she managed to adjust her trajectory enough to take the third goblin, a target who had come in after Grenewald was already in motion, in the temple and instantly knock him unconscious. After watching that masterful display with a sword, it was easy for Tamonten to see the appeal in such spectacles. The pale girl was half ready to cheer for the triumphant orc herself, though she avoided that lest she embarrass herself in front of Krig and Niserie. In truth, the swordswoman might have taken part in a few fights herself had she not been able to immediately conjure five reasons as to why she really shouldn't, among those including the welfare of her unborn child, the ritual necessitating that she be uninjured, well rested and in generally good health, the fact that she wasn't dressed for it at all, and that it was far more important for her to secure her third volunteer first. Niserie's comment insinuating that the fights carried certain victor's rights proved another mark against the idea.

It did cause Tamonten to move quickly, however, lest another challenger step in against Grenewald before she could pull the orcish woman aside and speak to her. "Grenewald!" Tamonten called out to the orc warrior as she pushed her way through the crowd to get closer to the ring. She raised her blackened hand and waved to try to get the woman's attention, imagining that the manacled limb would be more noticeable than another pale hand in the crowd. "Grenewald!" She called out again when she came to the edge of the chalk circle. If she managed to grab the orc's attention she would add, her voice still raised as to be heard over the roar of the crowd, "I don't mean to interrupt your fun, but I needed to talk to you about a few things."
 
Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 1/66, Status = Alright, Low on EP, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

Tamonten's initial call would go unheard over the din around her, or at least unheard by its intended target. Varthic, perhaps because he was more observant than the gloating orc warrior, or perhaps simply because he spotted her moving through the crowd, perked up and settled his violet eyes upon the pale swordswoman as she pushed between a pair of burly demons and raised her blackened hand. Her second, louder call did at least draw some attention, though by that point a group of rowdy goblins had ceased laughing at the misfortune of their comrades and had taken up chanting the orc's name. It would take an extra moment or two for the woman to finish gloating as others took up the chant, but eventually Grenewald would notice her blackened hand and look directly at her.

"Ahhhh, Tamonten!" the orc woman called jovially, striding over to the edge of the arena while the remaining goblins who were conscious cleaned up their comrades who weren't from the arena. "It's good to see you again!" she said as she moved to the edge of the chalk circle to stand in front of the swordswoman, "and in finery I see! I'm surprised Varthic isn't already on top of you!" The orc let out a bark of laughter while looking the dress-clad swordswoman up and down, a cocky grin on her face, "what can I do you for? Is that the right way to say it? My Badarian isn't the best... Anyway, what do you need?" Varthic's expression had hardened into a scowl at the orc's loudly announced quip at his expense, but he remained seated with his head resting on the flat of his closed fist, retaining his grumpy look for only a moment before it receded to his more usual displeased expression.
 
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"Eh?" The joke about Varthic didn't fly entirely over the pale girl's head, but the insinuated notion about the normally grumpy and disdainful prince seemed so absurd that she couldn't stop herself from expressing some confusion about it. The missed humor lost her attention quickly though, given their surroundings and the importance of her task, even if she couldn't stop herself from sneaking in at least one quip before she continued. "As long as you don't start replacing words with pants again I think you're doing fine."

"But to be serious, I'm dressed up because I just came from a meeting with Xeon. She has agreed to aid me in a ritual to remove the demon from my arm. The catch is that I need four volunteers to donate a little bit of their energy near the end of it. I've asked Nellic and Sensensiel and now I only need one more — technically two more, but I can't see Krig refusing when I ask her — so I came to ask you if you would help me once again." That was the difficult part done, and the easier part came much more naturally shortly afterward. "And the other reason I'm here is to invite you to a little party, or I suppose more tavern invasion, that Nellic inspired and I'm trying to organize among our little band of angel slayers and anyone else who happens to tag along. A bit of a celebration before we part ways. I figure once I've recovered enough from the ritual we'll gather everybody up and crash any place that catches our interest. I'll be covering the drinks and food right up until I don't have a coin left in my purse," she offered with a grin.
 
Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 1/66, Status = Alright, Low on EP, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

Grenewald gave a hearty laugh at the mention of her brief speech disorder, and then shook her head, "I don't think that'll be a problem this time!" The orc knight listened through Tamonten's explanation, looking briefly confused when the swordswoman mentioned the demon in her arm but then grinning again when she spoke of a party. "Heh, well I had no idea you had a demon in your arm..... I'm not even sure how that works, really, but that's besides the point. Sure! I'll lend ye a hand, or I guess in this case a few spare chunks of my soul, and when we party the next day I'll be happy to drink you and everyone else under the table on your coin!"
 
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The pale girl was relieved beyond words at Grenewald's willingness to help her. It meant that she would almost certainly have all four of the people she needed for a smooth ritual, and wouldn't have to rely on Kringlicsly to provide energy in place of a second and put that strain on her lover. The relief hit Tamonten so hard that she began to wonder if the stress over the matter had been the only thing keeping her upright, as she felt ready to bonelessly slump into the first available seat and rest for a good long while. She had felt so well rested when she first woke up too, but she supposed maybe she just needed another hour or two of sleep.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice dropping to an almost inaudible level over the din of the crowd. That same crowd was why she decided against noting both that she likely wouldn't personally engage in any sort of drinking competition or her reason for avoiding one, but she did add in a much more lively tone; "And I look forward to seeing how you fare against Nellic and Pano in that department especially. They'll surely be more of a challenge for you than any of the rest of us. But what better use for denarii gained from Elawdrin's stashes?" She cast a weary grin at the orc. "For now though, I intend on retiring to my guest room. I have to ready other things for the ritual, including myself. I'll likely see you next when the time for the ritual approaches. Good luck with the rest of your battles, not that you need it," she offered as parting words along with her pale hand for a handshake.

Once she had parted company with Grenewald, she would make her way back to Niserie and Krig. Tamonten briefly entertained the thought of meeting with Varthic then to give him her invitation to the party, but she imagined the demonic prince would be even more irritable in front of such a large group of his presumed underlings. Plus, while his friendship with Pano was obviously too complicated for her to understand, she held a vague concern that he might not reliably pass on any invitation offered to his apparent retainer and, despite the big demon's almost childlike understanding of the world at times, any party she organized just wouldn't be complete without him. With those thoughts mixed together with her ever more pressing sense of unnatural spiritual exhaustion, she decided to wait to seek him out until she could catch both Pano and him in a less crowded area and extend the invitation to both at once.

"I'm definitely ready for that nap now," she would remark to Niserie once she had managed to make it back to the maid and her lover. At the foxgirl's side again, she would rejoin hands with her lover after offering her a warm, though still tired, smile as the indicator of her success with the orc. "Back to the bedroom, please," she requested of the demonic woman and would follow her lead from there assuming nothing halted the trio.
 
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Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 1/66, Status = Alright, Low on EP, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

Grenewald would offer Tamonten an extremely strong handshake, "rest well! I'll bash down a few weaklings for you, since you can't take part in this bit of fun yourself~"

With that the orc would turn back to the arena while Tamonten would be free to return to Niserie and Krig. "Okay," the maid replied cheerfully, and Krig smiled slightly nervously and once more laced her fingers in with Tamonten's as they were led back to their room. Though it felt like a lot longer to the exhausted warrior, they were back at the door to their borrowed quarters in short order, and Niserie would turn to them and say, "well, is there anything else that I can get for you? Something to eat, perhaps?"

"Oh, uhhhh, no! We don't need anything!" Krig chirped quickly, offering a reassuring smile despite the fairly obvious nervousness present in her voice. Niserie quirked a curious eyebrow at that, but then simply nodded and said, "Well, you can ask Shorya next door if you need anything! I'll be by to check in on your otherwise!" With that, Niserie gave them a curtsey and opened the door for them, allowing Krig to pull the swordswoman into the room with apparent haste and offer Tamonten a brief, knowing smirk before shutting the door behind them.

"So," Krig said as she rounded on the swordswoman, grinning brightly. There was a brief, pregnant pause before the kitsune simply leaned in and kissed Tamonten fully on the mouth, her lips parting and her tongue seeking entrance into the pale girl's mouth and not taking no for an answer. As inexperienced as she was, Krig was extremely enthusiastic, and slowly pushed until Tamonten was backed up against the door unless the swordswoman opted to push back or reverse the situation some how. Her lover's tongue would dance, clumsily but passionately, with her own for the better part of the next few minutes.

When she parted, breathless and flushed, her ears flitting about and her tail swishing back and forth, Krig softly cooed; "So.... Sex?" Grinning, she let the hands thaqt had been mostly still begin caressing Tamonten through her dress, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.... About.... Sucking your dick... Since we left Xeon. Or... You bending me over and... And sliding something big into me! And... And... And spanking me while you do it~"

She was extremely nervous to start with and kept getting more nervous with every word out of her mouth, but she managed to get the words out nonetheless, and when she finished offered Tamonten a sheepish grin. She shifted slightly, widening her legs, but then suddenly winced in pain. "But," she added, "I think maybe I need a little bit more time to recover... Before we can do that second bit again." Grinning again somewhat forcefully, she quickly added, "but I still want to peal you out of that dress! And I think I know just what we can do instead!" Her lover's grin would suddenly grow mischievous, and as she was pressed up against Tamonten the swordswoman would feel a bulge beginning to develop in Krig's robe, rubbing right against her crotch.
 
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When Niserie asked if there was anything more she could do for the duo, the pale girl opened her mouth to reply but didn't even manage to get a syllable out before Kringlicsly had assured the maid that they were fine. While Tamonten didn't catch onto the foxgirl's intentions she decided against contradicting her lover, because while she did have a request it was a very minor one that could be handled at any time by any of the maids, and instead offered a nod farewell before abruptly being pulled into the guest bedroom that Kringlicsly and she had claimed.

Tamonten could only offer a raised eyebrow of her own as Krig offered that single word and trailed off into that long pause, the kitsune grinning all the while. Of course, by the time her lover had initiated their latest kiss it would have been impossible for the pale girl to not at least have some idea of what was running through the kitsune's mind, but speaking and trying to guide Kringlicsly along didn't seem nearly as fun as letting her anxiously stumble through it and the end result was every bit as pleasant with or without offering her lover a helping hand.

She followed that trend as the kiss progressed and allowed Krig to take the lead entirely. She took full advantage of the opportunity to relish how her lover expressed her passion and even those motions that were sometimes made more awkward by her inexperience every bit as much as the feeling of the other woman's lips and body as both were pressed into her own and began that slow push that eventually left the pale girl's back against the door. For her own part, Tamonten was anything but shy in letting Krig know just how much she was enjoying the act. Muffled coos of pleasure escaped her with increasing frequency and she greedily followed the foxgirl's motions in their oral dance. Given free reign with her own limbs, the swordswoman also took the first opening to grab two handfuls of her lover's ass.

And yet, while she was no less affected by the kiss than her lover, her own breathing left heavier and her cheeks streaked with red signalling her increasing arousal, she couldn't help but giggle at the kitsune's matter-of-fact proposition. Her amusement quickly faded as the foxgirl continued and her hands began to roam against the pale girl's dress though, and by then the signs of the swordswoman's arousal were becoming prominent throughout the rest of her body. Tamonten had already adopted a predatory grin by the time the foxgirl had paused after her nervous reminder of their tryst in the bathroom. "You mean like this?" Her pale hand left its perch just long enough to give Krig another light swat against her bottom.

But she had grown excited so quickly that she couldn't suppress a look of disappointment when Krig winced and told her that she still wasn't recovered enough for a repeat of their bathroom performance. Her eyes fell as she tried to hide her expression from her lover. The pale girl quickly told herself that it was all for the best and that she was probably too exhausted for it and wouldn't be able to go another few rounds like she had before with her lover anyway—which was to say that, frankly, she immediately began lying to herself to assuage her dismay. She was so busy and hasty in coming up with reasons not to be disappointed that she was completely caught off guard by Krig's following comment.

"Oh?" She started curiously, unable to come up with anything more clever and trying and failing to hide her renewed enthusiasm as met Krig's eyes again in a sheepish glance. And then she felt that bulge rubbing against her crotch and her eyes widened. "O-oh..." she half-echoed and half-moaned, practically paralyzed by surprise and that sudden sensation. Okay, maybe I've got enough energy for another round.... Or five.... Or twenty, she soon backtracked on her earlier excuses when faced by the sudden prodding by Krig's shapeshifted organ.

She couldn't have predicted just how much the feel of that bulge, separated by several layers of fabric as it was, would excite her. It wasn't by much but it aroused her more than even the opportunity to bring a bulge of her own to bear against the foxgirl. Perhaps it was simply because it was her natural sex and so the appeal reached her on a more instinctual level but even the dampened sensation of whatever Krig was growing under her robes rubbing against her was enough to cause Tamonten's heart to race. Before she knew it she was chewing her bottom lip and pressing back and grinding against the other woman's shaft, her eyes fixated on her lover and gleaming with lust all the while. Her motions had the secondary side effect of causing her panties to quickly become noticeably wet with her own juices, but she had abandoned any mindset in which she might have cared early on.

The swordswoman had to swallow hard before she could find the voice to say anything in reply to the kitsune. "Well... then I think it's only fair that I get to peel your clothes off in return," she started, and before Krig had even agreed Tamonten's hands had moved to begin hiking her lover's robes up like an impatient child in a rush to unwrap a gift. It was a task made more lengthy by her inability to pry her own body away from Krig's for more than moments at a time, but she was nothing if not dedicated to her efforts. She wanted to unveil the foxgirl's cock too badly. She wanted to see what her lover intended to use, probably to great effect, to drive her insensate with ecstasy. The possessed warrior couldn't help herself, the fact that it was hidden behind the robes and in secrecy only made her all the more excited. She wanted to see it, to feel it, to touch it, and eventually to be fucked absolutely senseless by it. "And you'll just have to show me the idea you have in mind. Every single part of it."

As soon as she got Krig's robes hiked high enough to slide her pale hand underneath and wrap her fingers around the still unseen shaft, she would do just that and begin to stroke the mystery organ. If she wasn't stopped, soon after Tamonten would finish hiking the foxgirl's robe just enough that she could catch a glimpse of what her lover had formed and not long after that she would attempt to remove the kitsune's robes in their entirety. In the meantime, she allowed Kringlicsly free reign of her own body and clothing. Tamonten was shamelessly eager to be a test subject for whatever the spirit wielder had in mind.
 
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Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 1/66, Status = Alright, Low on EP, Pregnant, Gonna get ahegao'd

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

"Mmmmm, I like the sound of that~" Krig replied when Tamonten finally managed to find her voice and deliver her lewd quip. No sooner had she replied than both of them went about their respective goals, of getting the other naked as quickly as possible. Hiking the kitsune's robes up wasn't exactly the most efficient manner to expose the shaft hiding beneath, but Krig wasn't exactly all that much better as she tried to peal away Tamonten's dress in the opposite direction.

The kitsune had managed to undo the ties that hung around the swordswoman's neck, something that she had some trouble with, about when Tamonten had lifted her robe enough to slip a hand beneath her clothes. She had let her lips descend towards Tamonten's again after her last quip, her mouth open and her tongue dancing against her pale lover's, but when the swordswoman slipped a hand to grasp her cock the kitsune broke their kiss to let out a gasp, her eyes shooting closed and her chin tilting skyward. The shaft, still slightly trapped within her panties, was a little bit larger than average and felt fairly standard in terms of shape. A tiny bit of maneuvering would get it free in full, to press against her stomach, and a glance down would reveal a fairly long and pleasantly thick shaft, somewhere between eight and nine inches, with an upward curve and a slight indent in the domed tip, and its natural ridge flaring out impressively.

Tamonten felt her dress slide down as Krig undid the straps on the back, until she managed to get it all the way down to her waist, leaving her topless save for her bra. That, at least, Krig took off without any trouble at all, leaving the lithe warrior's small chest exposed. Her lack of assets in that department didn't seem to disturb Krig in the slightest, as her mouth drew a short trail down the swordswoman's collar until her lips could seal over one her nipples, her tongue flicking lightly against the sensitive nub before rolling in circles around it, while her other breast was gripped delicately by one of her lover's hands. The slightest touch of her rod would incite soft moans and gasps from Kringlicsly, tactile against her sensitive chest, and when she finally opted to remove the kitsune's robe entirely Krig would pull away long enough for her to lift the still tied garment over her head, leaving her standing there in nothing but her panties, which were already more on her thighs than doing a successful job covering her nudity. That was quickly solved as she reached down and slid them down her thighs, however, leaving her standing completely naked for Tamonten's viewing pleasure, though that opportunity would be brief as Krig would quickly move to engage in another deep kiss, her hands resuming their fondling of the swordswoman's chest.

Unless she opted to take the initiative, Krig would hold her in place, gently pressing her against the wall and rubbing her stiff rod against either Tamonten's fingers or her stomach, her own hands gently cupping and kneading the pale warrior's modest chest all the while. She wouldn't fully strip Tamonten, not yet at least, but leave her dress pooled around her waist while she directed the majority of her attention on the swordswoman's top half. Krig's own body would be freely offered for Tamonten to enjoy, and really almost any action would earn her a series of appreciative coos and moans from her lover, particularly if they involved her cock or her plump backside, though any contact with her natural sex would induce slightly pained reactions instead should Tamonten get too rough.

Eventually, however, the kitsune would break the kiss again, breathlessly panting and leaning her forehead against Tamonten's while her hands fell to the warrior's waist. "So... You said something about wanting to see my idea," she purred suggestively, "maybe you should.... Take a closer look?"
 
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The pale girl shivered and goosebumps arose on her skin as the foxgirl's mouth descended her body. As Krig's trail took her across the milky white flesh of Tamonten's small breasts the swordswoman gasped and arched her back to present her stiffened nipples to her lover. She felt ready to melt as her lover began to play with her sensitive chest and a stream of contented sighs escaped her lips as the other woman's tongue and hands worked. Tamonten repaid Kringlicsly's diligence by stroking and running her fingers along the foxgirl's manhood all the while, though that was in no small part because her lover's reactions to her own motions sent pleasurable tingles throughout her body every bit as effectively as the spirit wielder's more direct efforts did.

But while Krig's ministrations distracted Tamonten from her wish to disrobe her lover for a time, soon the pale girl began to desire a much more substantial source of pleasure and found the strength of will to resume her efforts to remove the other woman's robes despite knowing that it would require the kitsune to cease her attentions, even if it was only briefly. While the pale girl didn't get the opportunity to pull it off with her own hands and toss it to the side with the disdain it deserved for hiding her lover's magnificent body from her for so long, it didn't stop her from appreciating the opportunity to watch Krig do so much more casually and then remove her panties. And that sight she was treated to was as sweet as it ever was, her sexy, curvy lover in front of her wearing nothing but a slight air of nervousness and just a dash of growing confidence that somehow, against what seemed like impossibility, made the kitsune even more alluring.

It didn't matter how often she saw Kringlicsly strip, Tamonten found the sight of her newly naked lover enthralling to her senses each and every time. The swordswoman couldn't help but give Krig's body a few visual sweeps, each one causing her heart to feel like it was beating its way further and further up her throat. While she surveyed every inch of Krig's soft, unblemished skin that she could see from her angle though, her eyes spent most of their time on her lover's manhood. She was fixated on it and the way it stood almost proudly against the still air of the room with its upright bend. She couldn't help but imagine the ecstasy she'd feel when Krig began in earnest and that flared ridge was dragging across the most sensitive parts of her inner walls. She began to chew her lip again at that thought. The desire to simply turn around, bend over, and beg Kringlicsly to pound her until she couldn't stand any longer was so very tempting.

But Krig moved slightly faster than the pale swordswoman's impulse did, and Tamonten was putty in her hands as the kiss was rejoined. For her part, the pale girl allowed her hands to fall to Krig's naked backside so that she could squeeze and grope at the other woman's rounded cheeks, content enough to let the shaft that she had been fantasizing so intensely about rub against her abdomen. She followed where her lover led and when it seemed that Krig's lead would next take her to her knees in front of the foxgirl, she was all too happy to follow there as well. "I... would really like that," she admitted before kissing the foxgirl on the cheek and slowly beginning her own descent.

Her path saw her steadily trailing her way down the side of Krig's neck and collarbone with kisses and affectionate nuzzles and then down to the kitsune's ample breast where she sealed her lips around her lover's nipple and began to swirl her tongue around it, all in mimicry of what the foxgirl had done to her before. Tamonten's hands made the descent ahead of her mouth, gliding down her lover's sides even as she took that brief oral detour to repay the other woman's ministrations on her own sensitive chest. Her pale hand would complete the trip and fall to Kringlicsly's cock in order to wrap around it and slowly stroke it before her mouth even left the peak of her lover's breast. She dallied there for a while, left hand perched on the foxgirl's hip and right hand toying with her manhood as the pale girl switched her mouth to the other woman's neglected nipple and paid it the same amount of attention as its counterpart had received before removing herself from Krig's chest entirely and leaving another trail of kisses and warm breaths down her lover's belly on her way to her real target.

And then there she was, on her knees and at eye level with Kringlicsly's shapeshifted organ. She was a little nervous because it was the first time that she could remember pleasuring her lover without being able to gauge her essence for the woman's honest reactions to her motions and this time she'd have no ability to change that, but her excitement outweighed any butterflies in her stomach by far. Up close the other woman's shaft was something even more amazing to behold and it smelled heavily of Krig's sweet, naturally arousing scent, which caused the ache of need between Tamonten's legs to grow nearly unbearable. She couldn't stop herself from gazing up at Krig with that need plainly visible in her eyes and casting her lover a look of pure lust, even as her pale hand continued to run along the kitsune's dick. The swordswoman's expression was so transparent that the foxgirl probably wouldn't have even needed to be a mind reader to tell what was going through her head: Once I'm done down here I want you to shove this thing into me and fuck me so hard that I won't be able to walk for a week.

As much as she wanted that though, she also truly wanted to suck her lover's cock. Kringlicsly hadn't been the only one to gain a certain love for orally pleasuring her partner. Worshiping and pleasing the kitsune through her crotch brought its own special satisfaction to Tamonten, not to mention how much the act aroused her to her very core, and so she dedicated herself to it. The pale girl leaned in after her lewd look at Krig and began to swirl her tongue around the head of the other woman's organ even as her hand stroked more firmly. The pale girl's eyes alternated between straining upward to try to watch Krig's face for her reactions and looking downward at the shaft she was servicing to watch its bounces and throbs in reaction to her care.

She continued to use her tongue alone for a time, alternating between rolling it around the other woman's cock, lapping at that sensitive bundle of nerves just underneath the head, licking the shaft, and simply leaving the tip on her tongue so that she could catch Krig's salty prerelease as her hand pumped the foxgirl's dick, but once the kitsune's physical reactions to her mostly teasing motions began to grow stronger Tamonten would happily offer her a more consistent source of pleasure. She ceased her stroking and pulled her head away in order to replace her pale hand with her blackened one on the foxgirl's shaft, no longer intending on her hands being a primary source of her lover's pleasure. Not more than a second later Tamonten cast Krig a mischievous glance before leaning back in and promptly enveloping the massive head of the foxgirl's rod with her mouth and her tongue went back to work swirling around the head and lapping at that bundle of nerves as it had earlier even as the swordswoman began to bob her head with a deliberate slowness.

Each time the swordswoman's lips advanced down her lover's shaft she took in just a little bit more of Krig's thick shaft before pulling back to the tip and repeating the process all over again. She built into a steady but slow rhythm as she attempted to conquer the first quarter of her lover's dick with her mouth. Once she hit that first milestone, the next time she pulled back she allowed her tongue to rest, pinned beneath Krig's meaty dick and focusing its attention entirely on the underside of the kitsune's organ, so that she could more comfortably take the spirit wielder deeper. From there she didn't delay in beginning her advance down to the halfway point of Kringlicsly's cock. She struggled a little with it, as even half of her lover's intimidating member was enough to press at the back of her mouth, but Tamonten pushed on until she could go no further without the kitsune penetrating her throat in the process.

Tamonten wasn't entirely sure she would've been capable of her standing goal before her body had been so magically warped, and with the satyr only a week prior she had nearly gagged just trying to take in a mere half of his similar length. There though, on her knees with the dome of her lover's dick pressing against the back of her throat and the girth forcing her mouth as wide as she could get it and trapping her tongue against the bottom of her mouth, there was surprisingly little discomfort. Spurred on by overwhelming lust and perhaps just a slight tinge of competitive desire to try to match Sensensiel's skills in sucking her lover's cock during their game, Tamonten found herself deeply wanting to take it so far in that her nose was pressed into Krig's mound and she could literally feel the foxgirl's heartbeat through her own tonsils.

The pale girl wanted to take her lover closer to her peak before making that last push though, and so she began to steadily bob along the half of the foxgirl's cock that she'd already explored with her mouth. On a whim she returned her pale hand to the foxgirl's crotch in order drive the foxgirl closer to her climax more quickly by targeting her lover's natural sex along with her shapeshifted organ. She began gently enough, simply drawing her fingers between her the foxgirl's netherlips to tease the other woman. When she poised her fingers to penetrate her lover, however, she was rough enough against Krig's tender womanhood to draw a pained reaction from the kitsune and so she drew her hand away in order to avoid causing any further discomfort with as remorseful a look toward her lover that she could manage with a mouthful of foxgirl. The revelation that she wouldn't be able to employ her usual methods against Kringlicsly left her awkwardly uncertain as to what she could do with her spare hand. Although, there was one other woefully empty pussy in desperate need of her fingers that she could think of....

So rather than be discouraged the pale girl slid her hand down her own dress and into her panties even as she continued pleasuring the spirit wielder, though the tightness of her remaining garments made the process more difficult and caused her to regret not removing them before she had taken to her knees. She wasn't quite sure she cared for the idea of fingering herself while giving a blowjob, if she was to be honest. It seemed like it would only distract her from the main event. Her mind and body proved to be at odds about it though, as the first stroke of her finger between her own puffy, aroused lower lips caused electric volts of pleasure to shoot up her spine and caused Tamonten to halt her motions and moan around her lover's organ. She was already soaked with her own juices and her hand had become drenched merely by dipping it into her panties, and so there only seemed one logical next step in her motions. Her initial misgivings about splitting her attentions faded away instantly as she pushed her finger into her own wet cunny and began to stroke her sensitive inner walls, sending a sense of physical pleasure throughout her extremities that matched the mental pleasure she felt at servicing her lover.

Tamonten's pace became quicker and more erratic as she continued her oral ministrations on Krig and continued to pleasure herself with her finger. Perhaps it was odd, but part of her distraction laid in her thoughts where she imagined that the finger plumbing her depths was actually the cock that she was sucking. She imagined that it was Krig's shaft that was dragging across her inner walls and inspiring that sense of molten pleasure instead of her digits. She soon added a second finger in order to better stimulate the girth of her lover and began to grind her palm against her own clit simply because the added sensation was enough to make her quake with bliss. She moaned unabashed as she multitasked, the vibrations no doubt adding to the foxgirl's experience, and as the swordswoman pleasured herself the noises she issued eventually became loud enough that not even the kitsune's dick completely muffled her.

The pale girl had never intended to work her way to a peak, she had only wanted to relieve herself of some of the ache caused by her rising lust until Krig was ready to drive her manhood into her slick cunny. The prospect of coming on her own fingers during the blowjob didn't appeal to Tamonten anymore than the prospect of pleasuring herself during the blowjob had, not because of any embarrassment but because she firmly believed that Kringlicsly could provide a much more mind-shattering orgasm with her dick. She lacked the willpower to extract her own digits from herself, however, and so she started pushing herself further down Krig's cock in a race against her own climax. Before long she was pulling away blackened fingers to get them out of the way so that her lips could get ever closer to the base of her lover's manhood.

On that very last stroke she took a deep breath in through her nostrils and pulled her blackened hand away from her lover's cock in order to take every single centimeter of it into her mouth. Tamonten grabbed her lover's ass with her left hand for leverage and literally pushed the kitsune's hips into her face even as she shoved her face forward, the combination leaving her nose pushed into Krig's pelvis. The swordswoman made another discovery about things she did and didn't enjoy while giving oral as she held herself there: the more that her struggle for oxygen intensified, the more intense the pleasure provided from her own fingers became. It was something entirely beyond the sense of, perhaps twisted, satisfaction she felt at being able to take Kringlicsly's entire cock, it was a very physical sort of intensification. Entranced by that heightened sense of pleasure, she held herself there until she absolutely had to pull off for breath, fingering herself half to orgasm in the process. Her fantasy changed, no longer was the Kringlicsly in her imagination simply pounding her with her cock, the foxgirl's hand was around her neck as it had been in the baths.

From there it truly was a race, Tamonten drawing herself back only to breathe in and then take the foxgirl's cock to the base in the next motion and then bringing herself back to the tip only to repeat the motion. It was surely nowhere near as fast as Sensensiel was capable of moving but it was certainly a quick pace compared to what the swordswoman was used to as she tried to work Krig into an orgasm if only because she didn't want to be the only one to come during the blowjob. Eventually though, whether the kitsune gave up her seed to Tamonten's waiting mouth or not, the pale girl wouldn't be able to resist her coming peak any longer and would shove herself back to the base of her lover's prick as much for her own pleasure as for Kringlicsly's. A few seconds later she felt herself go over the edge.

The orgasmic sensations were intensified beyond what she had been expecting. Her inner walls spasmed around her fingers and her blackened hand tightened into a death grip on the kitsune's ass. With the spasms of her pussy came copious squirts of girlcum that drenched her hand and her panties to the point of it running down her legs. She was lightheaded and dizzy and in paradise all at once as every part of her body seemed to randomly switch between spasming and clenching and going slack as a tidal wave of ecstasy coursed through her. Her ensuing cries of pleasure would've been loud enough for everyone in the guest bedroom wing to hear if she hadn't had nine inches of kitsune in her mouth, though as it was the natural motions spawned by those efforts to scream and swallow all at once caused her throat to spasm and milk around her lover's manhood. During it all, the only things she could focus enough to do were to keep her mouth wide enough to comfortably accommodate her lover and keep her fingers moving in order to prolong her own pleasure.

Soon though, when she ran into the risk of passing out from the lack of oxygen, the swordswoman had to pull off even as pleasure continued to course through her. By that point she couldn't focus enough to do anything but rest her head against Krig's leg and hug the foxgirl's limb in order to keep herself from collapsing onto the floor. When she finally recovered or if Krig spurred her into action sooner, she would try to finish her lover off if the spirit wielder hadn't cum during her ministrations and didn't demand otherwise from the swordswoman. After the kitsune had cum, or if she'd already had her orgasm previously, the pale girl would return to affectionately nuzzling and stroking the woman's saliva-slick cock and lick it clean of any strands of cum that might've clung to it, at least until Krig made another demand or request of her. "I think it's thoroughly.... Inspected," she would manage between panting for air sometime during her other motions. "It has my seal of approval, at least." Tamonten was feeling satiated enough by her fingers to continue to allow Krig to have the lead without jumping her bones or begging the kitsune to finish stripping her and stuff her. For the time being, at least.
 
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Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 66, Status = Fine, Pregnant, Gettin ahegao'd

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

Despite the tension thrumming through the air and her own part in creating it, Krig still managed to giggle slightly when Tamonten let her eagerness to do exactly as she'd just told her and take a better look at her shapeshifted cock, though her giggle would soon be replaced by the first in a series of soft gasps - interspaced with encouraging coos - as Tamonten traced a line of kisses down her front. She earned another moan from between her lover's lips when she first applied her tongue to the peak of one of the kitsune's supple mounds, her breasts not large compared to the likes of Jasmine, or even to Niserie, but still a good bit larger than her own and a pleasant handful to say the least.

Krig's hands trailed back and forth over Tamonten's back, egging her on as she licked and sucked on the sensitive nub to which she paid such loving attention, first to one nipple and then the other, before eventually continuing her downward trail. She could feel the muscles in Krig's flat stomach - though not flat for much longer considering that she carried Tamonten's own child inside of her at that very moment - fluttering as her path of kisses brought her over it, the kitsune gasping and widening her stance as the pale swordswoman's journey down took her ever closer to the long, hard cock jutting out from her lover's body that was her destination. All too soon, Tamonten was kneeling before her violet-haired partner, the shapeshifted organ right in her face, and on closer inspection it looked even bigger than it had felt against her hand.

"You like what you see?" Kringlicsly half purred and half panted, her cock pulsating pleasantly in the pale swordswoman's grip. Her needy look was nearly the equal to the one that Tamonten directed up at her; the kitsune's face was flushed, her pupils dilated to the point that her rainbow eyes were almost black, and as she looked down at Tamonten she gently chewed her lower lip. The first swirl of her tongue around the tip of Krig's throbbing rod came with a hefty taste of her salty pre, a taste she would get continually as she maintained her steady stroking of the stiff organ, and a flick of her gaze upward would give Tamonten the pleasure of seeing her lover tilt her head back and unleash a moan of pleasure from her freshly parted lips.

Her further actions, alternating between the various tactics she opted to employ to bring the kitsune pleasure, earned her plenty more of such lewd rewards for her efforts. Her circles over the tip earned her a constant taste of her lover's pre, which Krig's body seemed eager to dispense at the slightest provocation. The periods when she ran her tongue along the length of Krig's shaft made Krig squirm, her cock giving numerous pulses and jumps whenever the swordswoman discovered a particularly sensitive spot to run her tongue against, and of those the violet haired kitsune seemed to have many. She proved quite vocally appreciative during the periods when Tamonten was simply holding the tip of Krig's cock on her tongue while steadily stroking it with her uncorrupted hand, the swordswoman earning a veritable deluge of her lover's precum in the process. None of her reactions to the swordswoman's initial efforts were as intense as those when Tamonten employed her tongue against the sensitive zone directly beneath the head of her lover's cock, causing Krig to squirm and groan and pulse harder than ever. It was during the second bout of applying those semi-rapid flicks against that sensitive patch that Tamonten got the impression that it was time to move on, at least if she wanted to wrap her lips around the kitsune's shaft before Krig's first load came pouring out of it.

The shift from her pale hand to her shuddering blackened one drew a confused look from Krig, very briefly, but when her mouth parted and closed over the first portion of the kitsune's turgid cock it was erased by another look of ecstasy almost immediately. "Oooooh yes! Don't... Don't stop!" Krig groaned as she once again enjoyed the sensation of Tamonten's tongue rolling over the head and underside of her stiff rod, which was by then jumping at even the slightest bit of stimulation. Indeed, it would have been fairly easy for Tamonten to bring her lover to a strong, satisfying peak if only she'd have bobbed at any rate faster than the painfully slow one that she applied, and no doubt received quite the mouthful of her purple haired love's potent cream too, but if having the kitsune writhing in ecstasy had been her goal, she had most definitely fulfilled it and could keep fulfilling it for a good long while.

Eventually, however, the shift of her tongue solely to her partner's underside would become necessary as she inched her lips further down upon Krig's cock with her steady bobs, inciting Krig to finally find something to do with her hands as one of the formerly twitching limbs settled onto the top of the pale warrior's head and the other reached up to fondle her own chest, pinching the sensitive nub between her forefinger and thumb and slowly tugging on it over and over. Eventually her steady motions would take her halfway down Krig's rod, when the tip would nudge gently against the back of her throat, and though she might have continued further down and acted upon her competitive desire to give Krig as much pleasure as Sensensiel had in the game included in their orgy the previous day, Tamonten instead opted to keep her lover's journey towards her peak slow and steady.

It was as she enacted her given goal, steadily bobbing on the first half of Krig's shaft, that Tamonten perhaps got a little bit overambitious with her efforts and returned her pale hand to Krig's crotch, intent on adding some attention to her natural sex in order to excite her lover further. Unfortunately, the kitsune's body wasn't as heavily warped as Tamonten's, and though the swordswoman might have recovered well enough from last night's antic, Krig evidently had not. She winced painfully at the slightest touch against her petals, the attention to her sore parts too much even for her boiling arousal to let her ignore when they received direct stimulation. The build up that Tamonten had created was almost entirely lost by that simple gesture, leaving Krig shifting uncomfortably as her body briefly rejected the pleasure she was receiving in the face of her agonized nerves, but it would only take a few moments of steady bobbing to ease Krig back into the swing of things, and there was most certainly another place where Tamonten could put the steady fingers of her pale hand to good use.

The initial push into her folds might have produced a halt in her motions, but the vibrations transferred through her moan drew a gasp from her lover and a tightening of a grip on her milky locks. "Nnnnn~ You like sucking on it, don't you?" she purred, only a trace of her nervous inexperience detectable in her lewd purr. "Keep playing with yourself! Ahhh.... I want to hear you moan around my cock!"

If any more incentive was needed for Tamonten to get back to work, she would feel her lover's grip on the hair on the top of her head urging her to return to her bobbing motions, and to start taking the stiff shaft deeper into her mouth. Even though Tamonten's motions became increasingly erratic as her own fingers did the work that her lover's cock was doing in her imagination at the very same time, Krig still unfailingly enjoyed her attentions as more and more of her cock slowly vanished past Tamonten's lips, ensuring that she was throbbing once more by the time the swordswoman was drawing close to her blackened hand and the base of the organ that it was wrapped around. "Deeper!" Krig groaned happily as drew close to the point where she would have to move her hand to take in any more, and when she did and grabbed the kitsune's plump rear to draw her in Tamonten found that Krig complied with her physical demand immediately. She barely had time to finish drawing in her breath before her moaning lover's cock was cutting off her supply of air, and if the moans Krig released joining her own muffled ones were any indication she certainly approved of being buried so deep in the swordswoman's mouth. Krig's grip on Tamonten's head tightened, her fingers digging into the pale warrior's scalp, and as she sped towards cumming on her own fingers Krig started moving on her own, pumping her cock in and out of Tamonten's mouth.

The kitsune's thrusting was a bit faster than Tamonten might have been able to handle on her own, but the constant if irregular prodding down her throat was enough to fulfill the fantasy of her lover choking her quite ably, and even though her lover wasn't exactly impressive when it came to physical strength the position and the grip she had on Tamonten's hair combined to allow her to do whatever she liked, at least unless the swordswoman opted to push her out with a real application of force. Assuming that she didn't, however, her own peak would rise in tandem with that of her partner, her folds pulsating almost perfectly in synch with the rod plunging down her throat. Having already received quite a bit of pleasure, it was Krig who won the race to orgasm, if only narrowly, and just before her own fingers brought Tamonten to a gloriously numbing peak she would feel the kitsune stiffen above her, the cock plugging her airway pulsating just before spewing the first rope of lava-hot seed directly down her throat.

Pulse after pulse of Krig's cock came in time with the pleasurable bursts coming from her clamped pussy as her lover's orgasm triggered her own, and even if she didn't get to taste the kitsune's potent, salty cream she would still feel the sticky goop sliding down into her stomach. She didn't cease thrusting into Tamonten's mouth, holding her grip on the swordswoman's head tightly, until her bursts of seed had turned into a dribble, and then she would slowly pull back until her cock popped free of Tamonten's mouth. Given a chance to breath again, the tail end of her own orgasm was left to be as vocal as she would make it while Krig stood panting heavily.

The rod glistened with her drool, and a little bit of cum was left hanging off of the tip mixed in with a string of her saliva. A moment after pulling out, Krig's cock would suddenly give one last little jump, one small spurt of her seed landing on the swordswoman's cheek and a second landing directly on her tongue if she moved to intercept it before she joined the first, neither of them comparable to the long ropes that Krig had been firing off earlier but still much more than the kitsune's precum in terms of volume. "Good, because it's going in your pussy next!" Krig declared once Tamonten had both cleaned her cock of the leftover seed and recovered enough to voice her approval of the kitsune's shapeshifted tool, "stand up!"

Assuming that she followed Krig's command, Tamonten would be pulled up into a deep kiss by her lover, her tongue sliding into Tamonten's mouth to take a taste of her own seed from what little was left in the swordswoman's mouth. She would break it almost immediately only to lick the cum from Tamonten's cheek and engage her again, and as she shared the last morsel of her first release Krig's kissing skills would prove to have improved a bit from her earlier awkward nervousness. She wasn't domineering, even though she seemed to be trying for that, but she was aggressive and passionate and adventurous with the rapid flicks of her tongue against the inside of Tamonten's mouth. Her hands fell first to the swordswoman's waist, her thumbs worming their way under the bunched up dress gathered there, and after a moment she broke the kiss and yanked the dress down, dropping to a crouch in the process as she pulled the fancy dress down in a rough clump until it was nothing but a lump wrapped around Tamonten's feet. Krig's lips found the sensitive spot right between her hip and the mound of her crotch, causing the muscles in her belly to flutter excitedly as she kissed the sensitive spot and seeking its most vulnerable points with her tongue. The swordswoman's undergarments quickly followed her dress down to the floor, and Krig started slowly kissing her way towards the warrior's pussy, her eyes upturned and a bit more of her kaleidoscope of colors showing now that she'd had her lust briefly satiated by her first peak.

There was no warning or immediate explanation for it, and it would take Tamonten completely by surprise when some invisible forced wrapped around her arms, immediately dragging them behind her back so that her wrists were stuck together, likewise pinning her wings, and then hooked her under her knees and armpits and lifted her bodily into the air. Her legs held apart and bent at the knee, Tamonten was well supported by the invisible force but also left completely helpless, and pulled a few feet away from Krig so that she was nearly against the wall again. The soft glow emanating from her lover's eyes and the mischievous look on the kitsune's face was enough to signal that it was she who had summoned the invisible force to bind her. "Now I've got you right where I want you~" she purred softly from her position on her knees, her hands falling to support her as she leaned forward. The kitsune's head slowly turned, and Tamonten traveled with it as she floated around the room, eventually ending up hovering more or less over the bed, now much farther from Krig than she had been initially even though the room wasn't all that large.

Krig slowly raised her backside, until she was on her hands and knees, and began to crawl towards Tamonten with a hungry look in her eyes, her lips parted and her tongue making slow circles around the rim of her mouth. Her tail, its fur matching perfectly the violet with red tips of the hair on her head, was puffed out and swished back and forth excitedly as the kitsune made her slow advance, growing ever closer to the suspended swordswoman. Just before she arrived, Krig's mouth opened, her tongue extending and her eyes flitting up to meet Tamonten's gaze as she psychically forced the warrior's legs to part just a tiny bit farther apart. Whether that was enough to signal her target to the swordswoman or not, Tamonten would find out her lover's plan quickly enough anyway, as the kitsune engaged the possessed woman's drooling sex in as passionate a kiss as she had offered to her mouth mere moments earlier a soon as it was within her reach. Krig didn't waste any time with teasing, worming her tongue into Tamonten's depths immediately and then swirling about with the same passionate intensity as she had used in the oral kiss, ensuring that constant pleasure crackled through Tamonten's body like lightning as a result of her efforts.

Her lover's tail continued to wag excitedly, and a few seconds into her oral stimulation she let out a moan that caused her lips to vibrate against the swordswoman's petals and clitoris as one of her hands reached down to grip her shapeshifted organ. Though she wasn't as expert at it as Tamonten had been in pleasing her own natural sex while sucking on the thing in her grip, Krig's stroking of her own cock proved a very effective incentive indeed to making her tongue squirm all the more fiercely against Tamonten's inner walls. Even though she lacked the experience and the supernaturally deft tongue that Jasmine and Elawdrin had both put to use on Tamonten at various points, Krig's simplistic efforts served to send the pale warrior tumbling through spasms of ecstasy all the same, and for the next few minutes she simply continued drawing those quick circles with her tongue against Tamonten's inner walls while her lips hummed against the swordswoman's clit.

Unfortunately, the impending rise of her peak would be left briefly unfulfilled as the stimulation stopped, when Krig inexplicably pulled her mouth away and sat grinning up at Tamonten for a few moments. The moment that the swordswoman unleashed any signs of her frustration, however, Krig quickly and somewhat awkwardly shot up to her feet, planted her hands on the swordswoman's taught rear, and before Tamonten knew it that domed tip was parting her outer petals, the thick organ sliding into her folds and setting her nerves alight as powerfully as her fantasies had imagined and then some. That first thrust took Krig's cock from nudging against her petals to kissing the warrior's cervix in a single smooth motion, leaving Tamonten's inner walls stretching to accommodate the thick intruder. She wasn't given long to adjust, however, as Krig rested inside for only long enough for the long, low groan that she had unleashed upon initially penetrating the swordswoman to abate before she started pounding into the suspended warrior with as much ferocity as her soft frame could produce.

What little build up she had lost during the brief loss of stimulation was made up for and then some by her lover's ravaging, and that Krig's lips promptly descended onto her neck and started barraging her skin with playful nips and kisses probably didn't hurt the build up of her arousal either. Her fox-eared lover was relentless, almost ferocious, and the work of her tongue had wound Tamonten up more than enough to ensure that every powerful tap of the cock plunging into her depths against her innermost barrier was barely uncomfortable if not outright pleasurable in and of itself, leaving her to revel in the waves of pleasure souring up her spine as the kitsune's tool dragged against her inner walls in both directions. Back and forth, in and out, Krig worked herself into a frenzy that drove Tamonten into an orgasm several degrees stronger than the one she'd managed to do with only her fingers within mere minutes of initially penetrating her, but her clenching folds failed to slow the writhing kitsune in the slightest. She just kept on plowing into Tamonten with reckless abandon as she orgasmed, with her only reaction to it being a cessation of her attention to the warrior's neck so that she could moan against her collar instead.

Despite being allowed down from her peak eventually even with the constant thrusts from her lover prolonging it, Krig wouldn't return to providing her attention to the swordswoman's neck as she gripped Tamonten's toned bottom more tightly. Instead, she leveled a gaze onto it, and her eyes flared with pale blue light again. Tamonten's air was choked off immediately, as if she'd had a giant's hands encased in iron gauntlets suddenly wrapped around them, but any panic from that sudden loss of oxygen would be eased as the pressure steadily dropped until she was just barely able to breath. From then on her air was tightly controlled, leaving her with just enough to keep conscious and aware but still left with just a little bit less than what her body wanted. Being in that state for too long probably wouldn't have been particularly healthy, but Tamonten wasn't in any position to argue by that point even if she'd wanted to, and judging by the manner in which her lover began to throb against her inner walls a few moments later she wouldn't have to worry about it for too much longer.

As fast and as hard as she'd been going, Krig's pace steadily intensified by inches, the kitsune working her cock into the choked swordswoman with ever escalating fury while the knot of pleasure that was building inside of her threatened to burst at any second. This time it would be Tamonten who was pushed to her peak first, made to cum once more on Kringlicsly's pulsing shapeshifted rod, but the kitsune wasn't far behind. Only a moment after the first clenching flutters of her inner walls signaled her peak, Krig let out a louder moan of her own and joined Tamonten in mutual bliss, a powerful throb the only other warning she would receive before the first spurt of the kitsune's seed was fired deep into her folds. Her thrusts didn't stop either, but a few seconds into their mutual bliss Krig seemingly lost concentration on her psychic grip, and suddenly Tamonten's throat was no longer constricted and her weight was no longer supported save for her lover's meager grip on her ass. Thankfully, Krig had apparently planned for this, and Tamonten tumbled backwards onto her back, her wings having been held out of the way in case that occurred, and was able to catch most of her fall with her arms and also keep them from bending at any odd angles when Krig came falling down on top of her, still giving short, deep thrusts in order to prolong her own release and ensure that every drop of her semen was wrung from her cock and into Tamonten's pussy, her spurts not ending until the sixth rope of semen had been unleashed against the warrior's cervix and even then followed by the post-release dribbles as her unnatural organ did its best to fulfill the function that it had already accomplished several days prior.

Giving one last satisfied moan before she collapsed onto Tamonten in full and ceased her thrusts a moment later, Krig nuzzled into the freshly released Tamonten, and then kissed her collar and then delivered a short but sharp bite against the pale warrior's neck. Then, she leaned away a little bit, her cock stirring the slurry of semen and love honey partially leaking out of Tamonten's flower, and let out a light, girlish giggle. "Heeheeheehee.... I knew I'd lose control eventually~" she said, her voice still airy due to her labored breathing as she basked in her afterglow.
 
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(Part 1 of 2, all reactionary stuffs. Still doing some editing on part 2 but posting this out of fear of somehow losing it otherwise.)

Krig's domineering words and actions earned her even more of the swordswoman's lustful adoration, even if the foxgirl's analysis wasn't strictly correct. Tamonten didn't just like what she was seeing and the act of sucking on it, she loved it. She would've eagerly sucked her lover's cock at breakfast, lunch, dinner, and any other time the kitsune wanted to deposit a load in her mouth. It was a feeling that intensified when the spirit wielder dominated her, and the discomfort of Kringlicsly using her hair as a rein and pumping her meaty shaft in and out of the possessed warrior's mouth was outpaced by the exhilaration Tamonten felt at her lover taking full control over her. It was as responsible as any other factor in speeding the kneeling woman toward her body-shaking orgasm.

It was certainly a part of what left her as stunned as she was when Krig's cock slid clear of her throat and allowed her to breathe again. The pale girl barely registered that her gagged cries of pleasure had become entirely audible and she wasn't ready at all as the last dregs of her lover's seed splattered against her cheek. She was in such a daze that despite her best efforts to catch the rest she didn't reposition quickly enough and caught the final strand on her chin instead of her tongue. Her failure did anything but discourage her though; the feeling of the kitsune's seed marking her brought its own form of excitement for Tamonten. She remained in that daze for several seconds, panting from her position in front of Kringlicsly's shaft, but after she had recovered she gave her lover a brief, docile glance and set herself to nuzzling against the spirit wielder's persisting erection and cleaning what little of Krig's cream that hadn't ended up in the pale girl's stomach or on her face off of it.

And after their verbal exchange, the pale girl found herself nowhere near as satiated as she thought. She hastened to follow Kringlicsly's command, dragged along by the hook of primal desire. She was almost too hasty, in truth, as she nearly lost her balance and tumbled back to the floor in her hurried effort to return to her feet, an effort which hadn't been aided by the residual effects of her orgasm on her body. Once she had managed to return to her wobbly legs, the swordswoman eagerly presented herself so that her lover could guide her further.

Tamonten had quickly begun to populate her head with fantasies on just how Kringlicsly might take her. On the bed, against the door, on the ground, bent over, upside down, she'd have gladly received her purple-haired lover's cock in any position the spirit wielder wanted her in, except it seemed that the spirit wielder had other plans first. The pale warrior had been so wrapped up in her fantasies that the foxgirl's latest kiss managed to frustrate her. She loved Krig and she loved sharing the psychic woman's passion in those primal, intimate dances they held when they locked lips, but right then she wanted nothing more than to be plumbed in an entirely different way. She would put her frustration to constructive use by channeling it into their latest kiss, working it out against Kringlicsly's tongue and on the foxgirl's curvy body by running her hands against the other woman's sides and back, but her relief was palpable when Krig broke away and it seemed that the foxgirl might finally offer the swordswoman something more satisfying than her own fingers for the emptiness between her legs.

Her breaths came so shallow and fast that it felt like she was one step short of hyperventilating. She watched Krig's descent with a primal hunger, and once the kitsune had fallen into a crouch she allowed her hands to drift and rest on her lover's head. Even as Kringlicsly released her sex from its soaked, cloth prison and teased her at that spot that had her nearly giggling and her abs fluttering all at once, Tamonten was engaged in a battle of willpower. Part of her wanted to let the spirit wielder work at her own pace and another part wanted to forcibly guide her partner to use her increasingly skilled tongue against the warrior's sex, and with neither side managing to emerge in clear victory the pale girl chose something in-between and instead attempted to simply nudge Krig into shifting her oral attentions to that place where Tamonten most desperately wanted them.

The sudden removal of her hands from Krig's head left it all the more surprising when her arms were pulled behind her back and locked to each other as if they were magnetized to one another. At first she was alarmed and struggled intensely against the invisible psychic pressure binding her wings and arms. Even the lewd way her body was posed, with her wrists bound low enough on her back that it forced her chest out and placed her small breasts on proud display and her legs spread to show off her drooling pussy, wasn't enough of a clue for her lust-addled mind to immediately puzzle the culprit out. It took Krig's mischievous look for the pale girl to realize that her lover was responsible. That look also proved enough for Tamonten to realize that she really wanted to be right where the psychic kitsune wanted her. Her alarm shifted to debilitating arousal in a single heartbeat and before her lover had even whispered those promising words.

The swordswoman still continued to struggle even as her spirit wielder lover repositioned her using the same powers that were binding the pale girl. It wasn't a true struggle, though Tamonten tested her bonds hard enough to ensure that they were genuine. For the possessed warrior, her mild thrashing had quickly become part of the game. She wanted to know that she was fully a slave to Kringlicsly's whims and that the foxgirl was serious not because she was afraid of what her lover might do but because it excited her. The feeling of giving over all of her own control, of being effortlessly adjusted so that her lover could do whatever she wished, and even the creeping sense of exhaustion that began to spread through her limbs, one which urged her to stop fighting and give in, the longer she struggled all combined to produce a gloriously arousing situation for Tamonten.

Her eyes would remain locked on Kringlicsly all throughout the other woman's sensual crawl. Every part of Tamonten's body burned with her arousal, made all the worse for that enthralling sight of her lover's breasts and ass swaying hypnotically as she moved across the room on all fours toward the pale girl's crotch. An errant thought struck her that she'd put the leash and collar on entirely the wrong woman as she watched the foxgirl's tail wag. She wouldn't have any time to consider rectifying her mistake in the near future though, because the moment Krig finally came into range and planted her lips on the warrior's sex all coherent thoughts melted from Tamonten's mind and what little remained of her struggling against the psychic bonds died out instantly. The warmth of the kitsune's touch alone was enough to make the possessed swordswoman throw her head back and cry out with pleasure.

Even Krig's most simplistic efforts would prove more than enough to cause Tamonten's moans to grow in pitch and frequency as the pleasure inflicted on her by her lover's lips and tongue tumbled through her body. However her tongue work might have compared to the pale girl's previous partners, Krig always had one insurmountable advantage when it came to driving the swordswoman absolutely insane with her ministrations: she was Krig. Between that innate advantage and the other stimuli that Tamonten had been exposed to in the build up to that wonderful moment when the foxgirl's head had finally settled between her legs, the possessed woman was quickly on her way to a body-quaking orgasm from the very first motion of her lover's tongue and Krig would need to apply nothing more than time and effort to bring her to her peak and push her over it.

But Tamonten would be denied that relief and left mere few touches away from her second explosive climax as Kringlicsly chose to pull away. Her partner wouldn't need to wait more than an instant for the swordswoman to react to the sudden deprivation. The pale girl's expression became one of pure frustration and she looked to her lover to see why the other woman had stopped even as she bucked her hips toward the foxgirl as hard as her bonds would allow as if it might entice her lover to finish her off. Tamonten's mouth hung open as she panted with unsated lust. "Nn... No... Why.... Why did you stop? I was sooo close..." she groaned pitifully as she watched Krig for answers. Kringlicsly's movements would prove enough of an answer, however, and the pale girl not only dared to be hopeful but dared to allow her hopefulness to show in her eyes as the kitsune awkwardly shot to her feet.

"Please..." she started, ready to implore her lover to pierce her sex and finally bring her steadily growing fantasies to fruition. Tamonten didn't end up needing to continue her exasperated begging however, nor did she have the time. Before she could get the rest of her plea out, Krig's initial thrust came and the all-consuming pleasure of her sex being stretched around her lover's huge cock managed to destroy her frustration, thoughts, and knock the words from the tip of her tongue. The pale girl threw her head back again and cried out. "Ooohh fffuck! It's so huge!"

It was anything but a complaint. Tamonten's warped body adapted easily to her lover's meaty dick, and once the kitsune started in earnest she felt nothing but molten pleasure. The things that had proven uncomfortable in the previous week sent paralyzing shocks emanating from the possessed warrior's very core when they were administered by Krig. From the repeated taps against her cervix by the head of Kringlicsly's cock to the ferocity with which the kitsune rutted her, the way that the foxgirl's massive tool claimed her entire pussy for her lover's pleasure was enough to have Tamonten crying out in genuine, utterly consuming bliss with every stroke. "Nn! Ah! Krig! More! Please! Don't stop!"

Riding to her first peak under Krig's thrusts took no effort at all. No more than a single minute after the kitsune began to pound into Tamonten did the pale girl's body begin to tremble with the beginning of her orgasm. "Krig! Oh gods, Krig!" Her lover's name would be the last thing she cried out before she was taken over her peak and lost her capacity for coherent speech. The swordswoman didn't offer a shred of resistance as those waves of bliss poured over her, causing her to convulse and melt all at the same time. Her lover's continued efforts had her moaning like a whore all the while as the kitsune's pistoning motions kept her locked at the apex of her orgasm for what must have been minutes but felt like hours to the possessed woman's overworked nerves.

But as satisfying as her orgasm was and though Krig's persistence had intensified her pleasure tenfold, what came next trumped even that as Kringlicsly's psychic bindings extended to wrap around the pale girl's throat. The realization of so many of her fantasies and so much stimulation was simply too much for Tamonten, and the kitsune pushed her into a second orgasm nearly immediately after the first, though the first couldn't even begin to compare to what was rising in the swordswoman as her lover fully dominated her. The knot of pleasure in her belly grew larger and larger to a size that Tamonten's oxygen starved brain couldn't remember ever feeling before, and then it burst.

Everything went black. The possessed warrior was still very much conscious, her eyes had simply rolled up into her head such that only the barest hint of pupil was visible. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream of pleasure which, had she been able to gather any air to fuel it, might have earned her Grenewald's nickname, though in her circumstance the only thing that escaped her lips was drool. Her body and limbs convulsed so violently that, had much of it not been with the very obvious goal of pushing herself against Krig's cock as hard as she possibly could, she could have been mistaken as having a seizure. Waves of girlcum escaped her overstimulated pussy and ended up completely soaking Krig's crotch. And all the while those glorious, explosive waves of pleasure hammered away at every inch of her body. Then Kringlicsly began to throb and loose waves of cum directly at the entrance to the swordswoman's womb, which proved the equivalent of throwing dynamite into a roaring fire.

The foxgirl's precautions were the only reason that Tamonten didn't end up breaking an arm or a wing when Krig lost control and the pale girl fell toward the bed, as she didn't have any of the presence necessary to prevent herself from plummeting like a sack of potatoes onto the mattress and ended up doing just that. She remained a twitching mess, otherwise limp on the bed and locked in her pleasure coma right up until Kringlicsly bit her neck at which point the swordswoman returned to awareness with a gasp and renewed waves of pleasure so intense that they sparked another minor orgasm to run through the pale woman's body. It must have taken her no less than a minute of panting and gasping for air and contending with the ghostly aftershocks of her earthshaking climax before she could think again, let alone speak.

"That.... Hah.... That was.... Nn.... That was.... Absolutely incredible!" She struggled to move her hand to wipe the saliva from her cheek and then simply allowed it to limply fall back onto the bed once it had completed its task. "I don't think I've ever felt something so intense in my life.... I can barely move my arms and legs. Gods, you're almost getting too good at this." The pale girl wasn't certain if it had been the choking or the orgasm that had done it, but her limbs felt like wet noodles. Despite the weakness in her extremities, however, her body overflowed with more energy than it had possessed since she woke up, and Tamonten herself was as insatiable and greedy as she always was. It wasn't long before the pale girl began thinking up ways to coax her lover into another round.
 
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She ended up choosing the direct route, and once she'd regained enough strength to move of her own accord she wrapped her legs around Kringlicsly and tugged the foxgirl back toward her. Once the spirit wielder was within reach of her hands, she grabbed at the other woman's sides and pulled her close enough for the swordswoman to engage her in a ferocious kiss. Tamonten still lacked the strength to hold her lover to her body by force alone, but she couldn't imagine Kringlicsly trying particularly hard to resist or escape given the circumstances and even if she did the pale girl would sweeten their embrace as she began to rock her hips against the kitsune's cock.

Tamonten would keep her lover like that for a time before breaking the kiss. "I think you deserve a break after that performance, so let's get you nice and comfortable on the bed," she purred breathlessly. The pale girl guessed that her psychic lover would know exactly what she was implying given that she was fantasizing hard enough about riding the foxgirl's cock that it was likely that every psychic in Xeon's mansion could pick up on it. Whether or not the spirit wielder did read her thoughts though, she wouldn't wait to begin showing the foxgirl just what she was thinking by guiding her into rolling over on her back. During it all, Tamonten only disentangled herself from Kringlicsly just barely enough to make the transition possible.

It still probably wouldn't take very long before Krig was settled comfortably enough with her back on the bed and the swordswoman on her lap, but Tamonten wasn't in a patient mood. The very instant she was seated on her lover's turgid cock, the possessed woman began to circle her hips and savor the sensations provided by her own small motions. She leaned in shortly after and began to nibble at one of Krig's fox-like ears. Neither her motions or her nibbling were enough to keep Tamonten content for any longer than it took to test her perch though, and after so many moments she stopped everything in order to bring herself upright and planted her hands on her lover's stomach for support.

"Mm.... You've ridden me frequently and in multiple different senses of the word these past few days. I'm really... really going to enjoy repaying the favor," she purred happily as she began to slowly pump herself up and down on Krig in earnest. The swordswoman was quick to make the most of being on top as well, as from her position of total control over how she was penetrated she was able to angle herself just right and take her lover's dick in such a way that it hit all of her own most sensitive spots. She wasted little time in working herself into a pace which, while it wasn't even half the speed at which Kringlicsly had plowed into her earlier, was quick enough to be pleasurable in its own right.

Her own pleasure and that of her lover was hardly something that she'd consider a tertiary or even secondary objective, but her casual pace served a purpose beyond even the bliss the two were joined in. Her deliberately paced movements allowed her to slowly regain the strength that had been sapped from her body by the intensity of the previous round with Krig. Her strength would be important as, even though she found the simple act of casually bouncing up and down on her lover's rod wonderful all by itself, she had bigger plans than remaining at that relaxing pace. She would only keep herself going like that, slowing herself just enough if it became necessary so that both she and her lover would enjoy it but neither would find orgasm off of her efforts, until she had recovered.

And when her second wind came to her, she would raise up from Kringlicsly's cock as she had in so many strokes before, but that time she wouldn't come back down immediately. "You know..." she began as her tail started to slowly coil between her and her lover, the delayed rate at which it did so largely due to her own inexperience with purposely moving it, "I remember you taking a few other liberties the last time our positions were reversed. And I think turnabout isn't just fair play, it's fun play." The swordswoman would lean forward again in a flash, both in order to plant her hands on the foxgirl's shoulders in order to pin her and so that Tamonten herself could look down in order to get a view of her lover's dick and her own spaded tail as the latter began to loosely curl around the former. She needed to be able to see the appendage in action order to effectively guide it to do what she desired, and after a bit of trial and error her plans would become obvious as she managed to loop her tail around Kringlicsly's meaty cock twice and then the swordswoman navigated the spaded tip through the space that had been left in order to tie her own tail in a literal knot around the base of her lover's manhood.

"I hope you're ready..." the swordswoman purred as she began to slide back down Krig's cock all the way to the improvised cockring she had created with her tail. Tamonten made a show of it as she carefully leaned back, delaying only long enough to manually tighten the knot her tail was in with her hands before placing her hands on Kringlicsly's legs for support. She began to slowly grind herself against the spirit wielder's dick, building into very aggressive motions over the short amount of time that she contented herself with those small movements of her hips. Once she was happy with her footing and the support available, the pale girl met Krig's eyes and kept her gaze fixed on her lover. "I'm going to have a lot of fun punishing you for all those liberties, my naughty little fox," Tamonten moaned the words more than spoke them.

And then without a single further word of warning she was off, bouncing up and down Krig's cock at an ever increasing pace until she leveled out at a speed that could only be described as breakneck. The pale girl focused entirely on her own pleasure as she took the foxgirl from tip to base repeatedly and almost violently, angling herself just such that her lover's manhood consistently pressed and pushed against the sensitive ridge along the front of her inner walls which in turn had her moaning with each stroke. The possessed woman doubted that Kringlicsly would need much more than the tight warmth of the warrior's sex around the her dick to reach an orgasm that she wouldn't be able to fulfill anyway.

Beyond the physical pleasure, Tamonten took as much mental pleasure in being in complete control as she had in having none. She made no effort to stop the kitsune from doing anything she might with her hands simply because she knew that her lover didn't have enough physical strength to stop her, and any effort by Kringlicsly to physically regain control over the situation would only prompt Tamonten to grin and bounce faster. The pale girl was so wrapped up in the feelings of bodily control that she didn't even realize that, beyond the ring formed by her tail, she had inadvertently taken some sense of spiritual control as she took the power that both she and Krig had used on herself to prevent her own orgasm and brought it to bear against her lover as a second barrier against the kitsune cumming.

She didn't really need to understand the full extent of the control she had though, as what joy she was taking both physically and mentally from the situation was enough to bring her to a wonderful peak not even tens of minutes after she had began in earnest. She switched to grinding against her own tail and what she could reach of her lover's lap as those familiar waves of pleasure hit her, both to prolong her enjoyment and so that Kringlicsly was forced to feel every spasm of the swordswoman's inner walls around her cock. Tamonten might have well known that the kitsune couldn't give up any of her cream in her predicament but the warrior's pussy did its best to milk Krig of her seed regardless as a biological imperative and in the process surely added to the spirit wielder's torture. "Mm.... So much better than my fingers..." the possessed swordswoman would coo teasingly as she began to come down from her climax.

She leaned forward again, though she never quite stopped grinding herself against her lover, removing her hands from the foxgirl's legs and instead bringing them to the kitsune's breasts to idly pinch and pull at her nipples. "It's a bit unfair.... You're so sexy when you're dominating me and fucking my brains out. You're sexy when you've got me on my knees. You were even sexy when you were choking me, something I would've never expected to be possible. I'm beginning to think that you're actually trying to ruin me for simpler things," she mused and trailed her pale hand up the foxgirl's collarbone in order to gently rub the side of the kitsune's face and neck. "But you're just as sexy when I'm the one on top. That face you make when I fuck your brains out.... The one you make when you want to come so badly and I just won't let you.... And you're really, really sexy when you beg...."

As suddenly as they had wandered, the pale girl's hands snapped to Krig's shoulders and held the kitsune down. Tamonten would follow by rising just enough to get her feet under her. "You don't need to bother begging this time though. As much as I love it, it won't change a bit of what I have in store for you...." Tamonten's eyes shined briefly as she summoned her replenished energy reserves in order to empower herself as she had in the baths, and then she subjected Krig to an even greater pleasure hell as she began to buck against her even more rapidly than before.

The increased speed wasn't a result of her power so much as it was her position, her empowerment simply wasn't as capable as Krig's was of propelling the pale girl to superhuman speeds. What Tamonten's power did, however, was strengthen the swordswoman's muscles, every single one. Her inner walls squeezed around Krig's cock harder than ever before, even more tightly than the foxgirl had squeezed her when they were in opposite positions in the baths. The tight grip Tamonten's pussy had on the foxgirl's cock as she bounced at as fast a rhythm as she was physically capable of didn't just affect Krig's pleasure, the feeling of that erect shaft dragging against literally every single centimeter of her walls propelled the swordswoman along to her next orgasm by leaps and bounds. The pale girl would end up in the throes of her fifth orgasm for the night in less time than it had taken to reach her fourth.

Once again she dropped against Krig's lap and began to grind, prolonging her own pleasure and subjecting her lover to the now empowered attempts of her sex to milk the kitsune of her seed. Even once her climax had abated the pale girl continued to grind and intentionally squeeze her inner walls around her lover's thick shaft, the latter not just to torture the kitsune but because it sparked pleasure in Tamonten as well. "Ooh," she moaned as she continued to rhythmically squeeze herself against the intruder lodged in her slit. "That's nice.... I wonder if I could make you cum just by squeezing like that..." she idly considered before just as casually dismissing the idea, "I'll have to remember that for later."

The swordswoman readjusted yet again, getting her knees under her and planting her hands on the bed instead of Krig's shoulders. "I know you're really frustrated right now, but you don't get to cum just yet. Still... I'll allow you to work out some of your frustrations." Using her pale hand, Tamonten would grab at Kringlicsly's wrist and guide the foxgirl into placing it on her pale rear. "Spank me," she commanded easily. "I did say turnabout is fair play, after all, so you have my full permission to work out your frustration on my ass until I let you cum~" The pale girl would cease her motions and wait until Krig took her up on the offer, and the second she felt the sting of the kitsune's blow against her rear she would reward the spirit wielder with a coo of pleasure and a few quick bucks.

She would continue from there, taking her lover's cock more slowly at first and taking most of her pleasure from the way her empowered body allowed her to squeeze around Kringlicsly, but with each slap against her ass from the kitsune she would moan audibly and move a little faster. If Krig took full advantage of her opportunity to pay out some revenge for the orgasm denial, it wouldn't be long before the swordswoman reached her earlier pace and couldn't go any faster, though she certainly wouldn't complain about the added stimuli as the falls of Krig's hands against her backside sent her racing toward a sixth orgasm as much as her own motions against the woman's rod did. Regardless of whether the spirit wielder's actions would cause Tamonten to speed to her sixth orgasm, or if Krig didn't take advantage of her opportunity and left the swordswoman at her slow pace, eventually the pale girl would find her latest peak.

For a third time she switched to simply grinding against her lover in the wake of her orgasm. "Mm... I'm getting a bit tired after all of that. Maybe we should just call it a night now and pick it up tomorrow? What do you say?" Tamonten casually asked of the foxgirl with a mischievous grin. She wasn't being serious, of course, even though she very well could have dozed off after all the exertion and pleasure she had been through. Even if she truly was such a cruel person, she'd have never left it at that if only because she deeply loved the feeling of being filled with Kringlicsly's cum. Although it did give her a few ideas for later. "No," she would answer her own question before the kitsune had a chance to protest. "That wouldn't be any fun. I'm getting at least one more filling before this night is over...."

And with that she began to bounce again. She worked herself into a frenzy as she raced toward her seventh orgasm, stopping for nothing as she sought the culmination of the little game she had initiated with Kringlicsly. As her peak approached she groaned out. "Grab me! Tightly as you can! Now!" She wasn't in a state of mind to field any questions about her sudden demand, and if the other woman didn't follow her command then the swordswoman would forcibly grab at the foxgirl's wrists and place the kitsune's hands on her rear. And once Krig was positioned with a death grip on the swordswoman's flesh, Tamonten's pale hand shot to the kitsune's throat and began to squeeze and choke her much as the spirit wielder had done to her, loosening her own hold on her lover according to how slack the other woman's grip became on her own body in an attempt to avoid accidentally choking her lover into unconsciousness.

Tamonten's next words were probably far less initially confusing and offered far more relief to the spirit wielder. "You may, ahn, cum! Nn... fffuuuck!" The pale girl managed to get her tail uncurled from the kitsune's shaft just before she came for the sixth time that night on her lover's manhood, thanks in no small part to the amount of lubrication the tied appendage had been splashed with during the previous three, allowing the spirit wielder's turgid rod to deposit all of its built up seed into her spasming pussy. She would immediately take the kitsune's shaft to its very hilt once her tail was no longer in the way, but unlike before she didn't switch to grinding but rather continued to bounce against Krig's hips to the full extent of her ability to do so given that her own orgasm was threatening to rob her of all bodily strength. She milked her lover for every rope of seed she could get out of the foxgirl, each one fueling the intense pleasure ravaging her body, and once Kringlicsly had nothing more to give she let go of the woman's throat and continued to bounce in order to prolong her own climax a few minutes longer.

And when it was all said and done she collapsed limply against the kitsune in her own afterglow. "Oof.... I can barely move after all of that..." she groaned, abandoning her efforts to sound domineering in the process. "Are you okay? I didn't do it too hard, did I?" Tamonten would ask of her lover as she turned her head to regard Krig with genuine concern, worried that she might have been a bit too enthusiastic with her grip on the foxgirl's throat.
 
Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 66, Status = Fine, Pregnant, Gettin ahegao'd

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

Rolls
Perception: Failure.

When Tamonten pulled her in and engaged her foxy lover in another impassioned kiss, it didn't seem to matter that her limbs felt like jelly and barely had the strength to hold her lover to her. Krig moaned openly into her mouth, the kitsune's hips begin to shift back and forth anew without any prompting from the pale swordswoman at a pace that the weakened warrior could easily complement with her own rocking hips. Pleasure would soar through both women, and if there had ever been any doubt that Krig would be in for round two it would be erased by the time Tamonten opted to break their kiss.

Likewise, her lover was either reading her mind or simply understood the implications, because she wasted no time in scrambling into position, as eager as Tamonten to get on to their second round of pleasure. Soon enough the swordswoman was able to sink down onto the kitsune's cock, earning a low groan from her lover and prompting Krig to settle her hands onto the pale warrior's hips. The slow teasing that took place at first while Tamonten allowed herself to recover didn't seem to distress Krig in the slightest, as her hands began to trace up and down the writhing swordswoman's sides while her ears twitched lightly as Tamonten nibbled on them. When the slight rolling of her hips ended and she straightened to prepare to do more than just grind, Krig let out an eager sigh at her lewd purr and offered one of her own in response, "mmmmm, good.... You'd better enjoy it.... Nnn~ As much as I love riding you!!”

Of course, when Tamonten started riding the kitsune beneath her in earnest, aiming her lover's turgid shaft towards every sensitive spot along her inner walls with every deft pump while her squeezing folds slowly milked it towards its own glorious release. It wouldn't produce nearly the power of her last peak, but Tamonten would easily be able to do as she'd liked and usher both herself and Krig most of the way to another orgasm. Her muscles steadily regained their strength over the course of the next few moments, but if Krig had any objection to the slower pace she adopted she wouldn't voice it through the chorus and moans of gasps that she emitted.

When the swordswoman suddenly stopped, however, the kitsune would give a soft whine and glance down to where their bodies met, the head of her shapeshifted cock still just barely inside of the pale swordswoman's flower, and lowered her hands back down to Tamonten's waist. It was clear from the shifting of her lover's legs that she planned to start thrusting up into her, replacing the freshly aborted motions with some of her own. The sight of Tamonten's tail slowly snaking around it caused the kitsune to pause, however, leaving her hips poised to thrust up into the swordswoman even as the thin muscular appendage was slowly looped around her thick tool near the base. “What are you.... Nnnn... Doing?” she asked curiously, the purpose of coiling her tail around the kitsune's cock not immediately clear.

Whether or not she bothered to answer the kitsune, Tamonten would soon enough lean forward to both pin her lover and direct her gaze between them, towards the point where their bodies were joined, and the sight of her petals stretched around the head of Krig's thick tool while her tail was coiled around the added appendage was indeed an impressively lewd sight. Once her knot was tied, Krig's curiosity would be silenced one way or another as the swordswoman descended upon her cock once more, the thick rim of her rod's helmet gliding beautifully against her inner walls, and any follow up questions that Krig might have would be discarded in favor of a moan as the kitsune was treated to the sensation of the pale warrior's folds slowly descending upon her shaft. Leaning back as she progressed further and further down, Krig's eyes would be glued to their most intimate point of contact, an expression of strained pleasure verging on ecstasy a clear display of her appreciation even if she clearly wanted things to go a little bit faster.

Once she had reached her improvised cockring, Tamonten's grinding would draw a particularly loud groan from Kringlicsly that would turn into a constant stream of lewd noise, her lover having to bite her lip in order to keep herself under control. The grip that Krig had on Tamonten's hips steadily tightened, but even as horny as she was the kitsune remained passive as the swordswoman promised her punishment for the liberties she'd taken earlier. Of course, she was well rewarded when the swordswoman took off, bouncing up and down on her cock as quickly as she could and steadily speeding up until she hit her optimum pace. Krig was soon swimming in pleasure from the swordswoman's vigorous bucking, her hips giving the slightest of pushes up into Tamonten when her thinner ones slammed back down to enhance the force of their thrusts, and the rapid pace would ensure that her lover's cock soon began to throb inside of the swordswoman. Evidently she had been right in thinking that Krig wouldn't need anything other than the warm tightness of her folds to find her peak, as only a few minutes into her rapid bouncing had her lover shivering in delight, and a few moments more after her shaft had begun to throb prompted Krig to announce; "Nnnn... I'm.... Ahh... I'm gonna! Oooohhh!!!"

Even if she was still too bashful to say the actual word, it was clear that Krig was trying to announce her oncoming peak, and from that it was clear that the inexperienced kitsune hadn't understood the point of the tight ring that Tamonten's tail had made at the base of her rod. She had made no effort to take any control in this most recent bout of their lovemaking, but when she seemed just about to go over her peak and fill Tamonten's pussy full of her cum and felt not only a physical barrier stopping her release, but a spiritual one, the kitsune's recently closed eyes shot open. Frustration overrode some of the lust that had previously dominated her features, and for a few seconds that frustration would grow as Krig's body gave her all the signals of her release but never actually allowed her to reach that peak. In her eagerness to reach her peak, Krig would try to move, to flip Tamonmten and assume the top position, but for once the swordswoman actually exerted her superior physical strength and balance and not only remained on top but actually started moving faster.

With her hips moving at a breakneck pace, it wouldn't take long at all for Tamonten to hit her first peak, and as pleasure rolled up her spine the way that her folds tightened around Krig's cock only seemed to frustrate the kitsune further. Switching to grinding over her lover's cock in order to draw out her own peak, she found Krig moaning in mixed pleasure and frustration as her climax was continuously denied to her, and at that point the added pleasure of having her bust fondled didn't even seem to phase her compared to the pure need of her pulsating manhood. The squirming foxgirl did seem to register when Tamonten began to speak, a slight look of fear actually coming over her as the swordswoman's words implied that her pleasure hell was only just getting started, and as the swordswoman shifted her position so that her feet were planted on the bed, leaving her squatting on her lover's lap, and drew on the power granted to her by the demonic power that had warped her soul, that look of fear only intensified. "Please," she begged as the swordswoman settled into her new position, "please Tamonten let me cuummmmmmmmmm!!!! Aaahhhnnnn!!!" Midway through her begging the swordswoman was off again, her hips rising and falling even faster the before while her newly strengthened inner muscles squeezed so tightly that Krig's cock might have been crushed into pulp if she'd grown any tighter.

The journey to her next climax was short, and while her folds were trying to milk Krig's cock dry despite its inability to explode as badly as it wanted to, her lover was left groaning in pained frustration. "Please.... Nnn... I just... I need to cum... I need it so bad!" she whined earnestly, but Tamonten's merciless grinding after her most recent peak offered the kitsune no promise of release from the torture to which she was being subjected. "Yes!" she moaned, desperate for release as Tamonten mused about whether or not simply squeezing with her inner walls might be enough to bring the fox girl to her peak, "yes! Ooohhhhffff... You could make me cum.... Just with that! Please, do it! Please make me cum!" By that point Krig's cock was pulsating so hard that it felt like it was about to literally explode inside of the swordswoman, but thankfully no such gory result was in store for them tonight as Tamonten opted to continue her lover's punishment regardless.

Dropping back down to her knees, Tamonten would have to forcefully wrench Krig's hand away from the bed, as the kitsune had a death grip on the sheets by that point. Given her instructions, the kitsune drew a hand back and brought it sharply against Tamonten's pale rear without a second's hesitation, earning a few quick bucks from the swordswoman but no release. From then on Krig would be merciless, moving her other hand to Tamonten's hip while the first to strike rained blows on the possessed warrior's pale rear until it was red and her hand stung too badly to continue, at which point she simply changed hands and continued. The addition of pain to the sensations that she was experiencing, from which her warped body drew a different sort of pleasure, only spurred Tamonten toward her next peak faster, and with how rapidly Krig smacked her rear it wasn't long before she was riding the kitsune as furiously as ever.

Soon enough yet another orgasm overtook her, and again poor Kringlicsly was left to wallow desperately in the pleasure hell of having the swordswoman's supernaturally tight folds milking her for all they were worth only for the release that she so desperately needed to still be denied her. As the pale warrior's hips rolled in circles once again as she rode out the afterglow of her seventh peak, her teasing suggestion would again cause Krig's eyes to shoot open, her frustration turning into fury at the very idea, and that look would only barely fade as Tamonten dismissed her own suggestion. Pleasure and renewed frustration soon obliterated that look of fury as the swordswoman started bouncing on her cock anew, however, and for another few minutes Krig could only buck and squirm in her pleasure hell as Tamonten worked herself up to one last peak. Unable to act on anything but instinct by that point after her peak had been denied for so long, Krig tightened her grip on Tamonten's recently reddened bottom at her command, but when the swordswoman's pale hand suddenly shot forward and gripped her throat Krig's eyes went wide, and that instinct was anything but pleasurable as her air was choked off. She squirmed, now with a new brand of desperation as her body fought for oxygen, but her grip on Tamonten's bottom actually tightened as her air was choked off. The signs of her pleasure remained, and it would be all too easy to miss those signs as she approached yet another peak, which in the moment she simply did.

All too soon the pale warrior would find her last peak and, in doing so, finally release Krig from her torment, and even as terrified as the overwhelmed kitsune was at the time, her body took the opportunity to finally find its release without hesitation. Tamonten didn't even have to fully uncurl her tail for the barrier holding back her lover's release to shatter like a wall of twigs before a typhoon, the first of what would be many spurts of boiling hot cum firing deep inside of her just before she found her own peak. Her urgent bouncing as she came in turn and the tight squeeze of her folds only spurred on an already monumental release from Krig, who could only let her mouth part in a silent scream as her tongue rolled out of her mouth and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. Burst after burst after burst of semen shot up into her depths, her womb drinking up the life making cream until it was full and then stretching to take in even more as Krig just kept on spurting. It was easily the largest load she'd taken besides the one produced by the titanic gruff, beating out even the hellhounds in terms of volume as she came and came and came until there was nothing left in her to give.

Krig's cock continued to give dry spasms into Tamonten's pussy, her limbs giving the occasional twitch while her grip on Tamonten slackened and then fell away completely, and when the swordswoman finally recovered from her own climax she found a small ocean of cum already leaking out of her as her womb tried to shrink back down to its normal size. The kitsune who had provided that load was, in the meantime, more or less completely comatose, and simply laid back with her eyes still rolled up to display only the whites and her tongue still hanging out of her mouth. Tamonten's collapse and subsequent question would earn her no response, nor would shaking her, and the angry red fingermarks on her throat suggested that she might have squeezed a bit too hard while choking the kitsune just prior to their mutual release. Her chest still rose and fell, however, and a more thorough examination would yield that Krig was still breathing and still had a steady pulse. By all appearances, she had simply passed out, though whether from air loss or from the strength of her orgasm was unclear. Her cock would begin to deflate after a few moments, slowly shrinking until it was nowhere near the size it had been when the swordswoman had been riding it, though it would remain in place.

The kitsune would stay like that, practically comatose, unless something particularly intense forced her to awaken or until the morning came. Even then Tamonten would be first to awaken, the kitsune's mouth and eyes closing a few moments before she issued a groggy moan. By that point her mouth and throat were dry, and her eyes were bloodshot from being open all night, and the first thing that she would demand was water. Thankfully, their room was close enough to the baths that either of them could go and get some, and with no one other than one of the maids about at that point it would prove an uneventful trip. Of course, they could both use a bath after last night anyway, and if Tamonten preferred to be efficient she could force Krig to shamble with her and get cleaned up - after she'd drunk for a full minute out of a nearby fountain of course.
 
Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

As it became clear that Kringlicsly was out cold, Tamonten's concern shifted to outright panic. She was quick to grab the foxgirl's shoulders and begin to try to shake her into consciousness with what little strength she had remaining. "Krig? Krig! Krig!" The sight of the pale woman still mounted on the unconscious kitsune, belly deflating as cum literally poured out of her overfilled slit and left a puddle in the other woman's lap and on the bed, and shaking her might have been comical if not for the sheer panic present. What had she done? The swordswoman had only wanted to introduce her lover to the same sort of pleasure she had felt when her own air had been temporarily cut off. She had gone way overboard.

The sight of the foxgirl breathing offered her some relief. With the kitsune still taking soft breaths, the sight of her with her eyes rolled up and tongue lolling out wasn't actually that difference from the expression she wore when Tamonten fucked her senseless--a fact which would surely bother the pale girl each time she saw it again for some time to come. She eased up on shaking the other woman once she realized that the kitsune was, in fact, still alive. She began to believe it might be best to let her sleep after all of that, though the swordswoman still intended on taking a few precautions, at least.

The first was that, as soon as she had recovered the feeling in her legs, she rose up off of the foxgirl and off of the bed entirely and took a bow-legged walk over to her bags, leaving a lewd trail consisting of Krig's cum and her own juices on the floor in the process. From the bag she pulled the healing wand she had looted from Elawdrin's armory and returned to Kringlicsly's side, expending a bit of her renewed energy in order to heal the red marks on the other woman's neck along with any other harm she might have done. Once that was done she simply discarded the wand and let it clatter to the ground, too sore to make the trip to return it, and then took her pale hand and gently closed her lover's eyes and attempted to corral her tongue back to its proper home before bringing a finger to her chin and guiding the unconscious woman into closing her mouth.

From her position beside her lover, Tamonten would watch Kringlicsly's breathing and keep checking her pulse for the better part of what must have been an hour before her own exhaustion finally got the better of her and she finally chose to lay down beside her lover, curling into the woman's side as best she could, and falling asleep.

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Being the first to wake up wasn't terribly reassuring to the swordswoman, if she were to be honest. Her initial fear quickly died down upon confirming that Krig's breathing and pulse were still normal, but she couldn't help but feel that surely the foxgirl should've regained consciousness by then, and if she were to judge by the fact that the other woman still hadn't dismissed her shapeshifted cock from the night before it seemed likely that she hadn't woken either. Tamonten carefully extricated herself from her lover in order to stand up beside the bed and contemplate whether she should try to wake the other woman or not.

Well, she started out by trying to decide if she should allow Kringlicsly to sleep longer, but she soon became distracted. It was so strange seeing her lover with a flaccid dick. It was almost an amusing sight, actually, and she might have giggled if it hadn't been for her own role in seeing Krig unconscious before she could dismiss it. With an erect cock her lover was the perfect blend between feminine beauty and masculine power, a sort of goddess come to Badaria to fulfill all of the pale girl's carnal desires. Without it, she just looked terribly disinterested. Tamonten couldn't help but be amused at the difference a bit of arousal made, and in doing so she sparked an idea for how exactly she could go about waking her lover up.

It was on a whim that she didn't give even a second thought to that she crawled back onto the bed and between the unconscious Kringlicsly's legs, getting a closer view of the other woman's soft manhood in the process. Up close it looked even funnier, but it was still Krig's cock and that still counted for much where Tamonten was concerned. It certainly didn't hurt that her lover's mound smelled so heavily of the foxgirl's sweet, arousing scent. She didn't even consider turning back before she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of Krig's shaft and planted a kiss on the dome.

And she didn't bother much with teasing as she began to offer it licks and what little stroking she could in order to coax it to full size. After all, there was little point in teasing a sleeping partner. She greedily targeted the dried deposits of the other woman's cum and her own juices left on Krig's rod and cleaned her sleeping lover's shaft thoroughly until it was fully erect. Once Kringlicsly's dick stood rigidly again, the pale girl would continue wasting little time and drop her mouth on it and take it halfway to the base in one swoop, stroking the other half with her hand as she worked her mouth up and down the rest of it.

She would casually continue her efforts until Krig woke up. As soon as it was obvious that the foxgirl was awake, Tamonten would let her hand fall away and would push herself all the way to Kringlicsly's base and held her head there for a few seconds before pulling back and off of the other woman's cock with an audible pop. "Good morning," she cheerfully greeted her lover as she looked up at the other woman and grinned, even as her pale hand began to idly stroke the spirit wielder's saliva-slick shaft. "I decided that I wanted to have you for breakfast. Hope you don't mind~"

"I really wanted to try this on you, too." The pale girl repositioned then, bringing her chest to the base of the other woman's cock and pressing against it until it was trapped between the kitsune's stomach and Tamonten's sternum. The pale girl's hands repositioned to the sides of her breasts, pressing them against Kringlicsly's shaft and rubbing them up and down it for added pleasure, even as she began to slide her upper body against it aided by her own saliva and the foxgirl's precum. She kept at it until her partner began to squirm and throb, at which point she eased off enough to take the tip back into her mouth. It might have been easier if she'd simply stuck with her mouth and hands, but what was life without a little variety?

From there she worked into a simple pace, sliding her body and breasts up and down against Krig's shaft following the pace at which her mouth fell and rose on the tip of it. The swordswoman had no other tricks in mind for Krig's wake up call beyond dutifully continuing until the spirit wielder found her orgasm. As Kringlicsly crossed that peak, at first the pale girl would go still except to continue rubbing her breasts against the side of the woman's dick and use that stillness so that she could catch the first few ropes in her mouth, swallowing them down in short order, but afterward she would pull away and milk the remainder out of her lover with her pale hand, aiming the rest of the woman's molten release at the pale girl's own small breasts. She considered the marks of her lover's baby batter on her chest nothing short of a badge of honor for being able to make the other woman cum with her small mounds, one she was every bit as proud of as the bite mark she had received and the red marks on her ass.

Once Kringlicsly had given up the last dregs of her load, Tamonten would follow her own act by repositioning and taking the foxgirl to the base with her mouth in one swoop, sucking hard as she pulled back in order to leave the kitsune's rod completely clean. After swallowing the remnants of her lover's cum, she would crawl up toward the foxgirl and engage the other woman in a deep, unrestrained kiss lasting several minutes unless Krig chose to break it first, and then she'd simply get up and out of bed again.

"I wanted apologize for last night," she stated guiltily. "I got too rough. I'm sorry." At that point, the swordswoman noticed that she'd left the healing wand on the ground and picked it up. "I think I'm going to go take a bath before anything else today. My thighs are just about glued together. You could come with, if you like. I promise I won't do anything rough again," the pale girl explained before moving back to the bags. She would briefly bend over to return the wand to its proper home and then straighten and face Krig again. "I was going to ask one of the maids if they'd get some food for us on the way."
 
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Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 66, Status = Fine, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

Krig, despite her insistent efforts to rouse her, wouldn't stir much after Tamonten knocked her out. The pale swordswomen had to waddle over to her collection of stolen treasures for her wand and then waddle back with her lover still out cold. The magical healing tool repaired the majority of the bruises forming on Krig's neck, though even magic wouldn't hide all of the marks that the swordswoman had left on her, and once it had clattered to the ground the swordswoman was able to climb beside the unconscious kitsune, close her eyes and mouth, and then settle in for sleep.

Of course, her chosen wake up call slash apology went over about as well as such things generally seemed to be going lately. Krig's deflated cock gradually hardened under her attentions until it was ready for her to start bobbing on in earnest, her body naturally reacting to her oral attentions even if the person that it was attached to was unconscious, though the kitsune wouldn't awaken until a few moments into the swordswoman's impassioned oral wake-up call. "Bwah! Wuh.... What? What are you.... Nnnn~" Krig muttered, at first blurting her words in surprise but then groaning softly as the pleasure inspired Tamonten's actions caught up with her.

For a few moments Krig would just watch in pleasurable shock as Tamonten deep throated her cock and then slipped back to deliver her explanation, to which she would only shake her head and groan. Her repositioning would prompt a confused look initially, but when the lithe swordswoman pressed what little softness her small chest had against the kitsune's erect shaft she seemed to understand. Even as flat as she was in comparison to many of the supernatural women she'd met over the last few days, Tamonten's modest breasts were soft enough to feel pleasant as they were rubbed against her lover's erect rod, an act that would continue for a few minutes as she worked Krig up to an orgasm.

Once she wrapped her lips over the head of the cock she'd been playing with after it had started throbbing, Tamonten got yet another taste of the violet haired spirit wielders arousal on her tongue, her tongue able to lap up several droplets of her lover's dew before it began to spurt in earnest several seconds later. The first few spurts of sticky, pungent semen were quickly swallowed, but when she opted to take the rest on her chest it ended up making quite a mess as rope after rope painted her sternum pearly white as Krig let out a single long moan, her fingers clenching the bedding beneath her, her back arched, and her eyes once more closed as she was locked in a state of orgasmic bliss.

Her back would gradually straighten again as she came down from her climactic high, though one last moan would be drawn from her as the swordswoman repositioned herself and took the still pulsating tool between her lips again, dropping down and sucking away the dregs of her seed and what clung to her shaft after she'd cum in a single quick swoop. "Uhhhnnnn," Krig groaned quietly, once her cock was dirtied only be saliva, the leftovers of her most recent release vanishing down Tamonten's throat, though the taste of it and the shaft from which she'd drawn it would linger in her mouth for some time. Krig would get a sample of that when Tamonten rose up and engaged her in a kiss, their closeness ensuring that a bit of her own seed ended up on Krig's chest.

The kitsune wouldn't make any effort to end that kiss early, her tongue lazily dancing with that of the pale swordswoman until Tamonten finally pulled away and climbed out of bed. Her apology prompted Krig to reach up to grasp her throat and swallow softly, her features shifting into a soft frown. "It's alright," she would say after a moment, joining Tamonten in climbing off of their bed. It would be hard not to notice the slight croak that had developed in her voice. "Yeah... A bath and something to eat sounds good. Big day, right?" she replied, adopting a hopeful smile as Tamonten returned the healing wand to its proper place.

Her plan would prompt no argument from Kringlicsly, who would silently gesture towards the door and nod. Assuming that she spent no more time besides perhaps cleaning off her chest a bit with some cloth and Krig's chest with her tongue, she would lead Krig from their room, at which point Tamonten would find a maid that she hadn't met yet wandering down the hall in their direction. "Ahhhh, finally out of bed eh?" the woman said upon sighting the nude duo, strolling towards them with a spring in her step and her hands clasped behind her back. She was about Tamonten's height, with purple hair that was mostly held up in two tight buns on the crest of her head or hanging in a quartet of braided lines down the sides of her face, with two long crimson horns jutting from her temples and curling all the way over her head. Her eyes were pink, a bright almost garish pink, but she held no other supernatural features besides those, the aura and overall beauty that she had come to expect from Xeon's favored staff, and the massive almost head-sized breasts the hung with almost frightening perkiness from the woman's chest.

"Been having some fun I see!" she remarked in the same bright voice, her tone pleasant and bubbly. "Going to get cleaned up?" she asked idly as she moved to pass them, at which point Tamonten could make whatever requests she liked before heading on to the baths.

When they arrived, they would find the place showing no signs of the mess they'd made in it last time, but Sensensiel would be present in the main bath, sitting on the bench opposite with most of her body submerged. Her wings her held out in front of her, just above the water, and she seemed to be preening her feathers when they walked in. Of course, the sight of the swordswoman and kitsune with the obvious signs of their recent encounter drew her attention and prompted her to cease her efforts and raise a hand in greeting. Those signs would be noticed enough to bring a blush to the angel's cheeks soon enough, however, especially when she noted the still semi-erect cock dangling between Krig's legs and the distinct redness on Tamonten's rear. "Errr.... Good morning!" she said cheerfully, despite her blush at the lewd sights, and Krig quickly returned her greeting by simply grunting; "Morning."

The kitsune would naturally move to join the angel, sitting down on the bench not too far away and leaving Tamonten to either slide between them, on Krig's opposite side from Sensensiel, or elsewhere if she so chose. From that point on they would have a few moments to clean themselves while Sensensiel maintained an awkward silence, leaving Tamonten to concentrate on Krig, herself, or perhaps divide her attention between both. The angel would simply go back to cleaning her wings, still blushing but not apparently uncomfortable from their presence.

Should Tamonten concentrate mostly on helping her lover get cleaned up, however, she would notice that the kitsune's cock began to stir again over the next few minutes. Eventually, whether she offered it any attention or not, Krig would adopt a slightly impish grin and glance towards Sensensiel. "We aren't disturbing you, are we?" she asked innocently, to which the blue-haired woman would look surprised and shake her head, "oh, no! Not at all! I was probably going to come to you at some point anyway, since... Well, you know." Grinning, Krig said, "good," and then turned to Tamonten and commanded, "bend over the side of the bath." Krig stood up after speaking, revealing her once more fully erect cock jutting from her body, dripping water but obviously ready for another go already. Sensensiel turned scarlet at the kitsune's command, but nonetheless looked curiously to the swordswoman who had been given the lewd demand.

(Just gonna leave it here for convenience that you can skip further smut if it's getting tiring. Just lemme know and I'll have yon maid come in with breakfast or somesuch. There has been quite a lot of it, but this at least won't be as long as most of ye scenes. Hopefully.)
 
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