Inside the shelter, Ayame sat down and waited for her birthing to start. One minute passed, then five, then ten. Ayame's belly continued growing, almost perceptively, and by the time the first contraction hit she wasn't sure she could have stood back up. The pleasure started as the first seedling began to pass, and the Alraune felt herself cum as the second one started the journey to birth. Soon everything disappeared into a sea of pink fuzz.
When she came back around, she saw a shocked looking Molly absolutely failing to contain a pile of seedlings that was considerably larger then the one the previous evening. The slave noticed her mistress was finished, and sensible again, and said "Twenty eight. This one counted only fourteen last night, Ayame-sama."
Outside, the wolf paused as it walked by one of the simple windows left in the hut. It seemed to look at Ayame's flat belly, then at Molly. Then it moved on, growling lowly. Molly spoke up, sounding slightly reluctant, "This one will do as her Mistress commands."
“Mmm... Oh, wow,” Ayame cooed, surprised at the number of seedlings that Molly had counted. “That wolf must be...pretty potent, huh?” she said, chuckling lightly to herself and sighing as she recovered from the ordeal.
The plant-woman paused for a moment to allow herself to fully recover while she watched her slave struggle hopelessly with the swarm of newborn Shorn seedlings, then slowly pulled herself to her feet. A light growl came from outside one of the hut’s simple windows a moment later, and Ayame turned to see the wolf walking passed it on the other side, the mutated beast apparently growing impatient with how long he was being made to wait. This notion was not lost on the human woman either, who looked a little bit reluctant even as she assured her mistress that she would do whatever was asked of her.
Ayame grinned impishly. “Hmm... Don’t worry, dear, we’re both going to be having lots of fun with our furry friend tonight~” she hummed, using her vines to begin wrangling her seedlings and relieving Molly of the ones she held. When she’d gathered as many as she could she made her way over to the door, pausing to instruct her slave to position herself on her hands and knees near the bed before heading outside and scattering her seedlings into the grassy field.
She then turned towards the wolf, giving him a lustful look as she spoke. “Now then, as thanks for being such a good boy today, you shall now be generously rewarded,” Ayame said, turning to head back inside and motioning for the mutated beast to follow. Once inside, the plant-woman got down onto her own hands and knees and took a position next to her slave, looking back over her shoulder at the wolf as it approached them. “Hmm... You may now mate with both of us...for as long as you like~” she finished, reaching back between both her own legs and Molly’s with her vines, and spreading their waiting pussy-lips.
Corruption: 102
Total Corruption: 184 -> Take 1 mutation and subtract 100 corruption.
Supernatural: 10/12
You also have 8 XP that you are free to spend at this time.
The wolf hesitated only a moment before taking its reward, just long enough to choose between the two apparently willing partners. There could, perhaps, be little enough surprise that it mounted Molly first, after the way it had been looking at her. Once it picked her, it moved quickly, walking over her without effort, and crouching slightly to push its massive dong into her. Molly let out a yelp, then swallowed and started moaning.
There could be little doubt as to why. While a wolf might not have been anyone's ideal lover, this one's sheer size was bound to elicit a certain reaction, and its fast and steady pumping helped things along. The slave lowered her face to the ground, pushing back against the wolf's thrusts and apparently almost paralyzed with lust. The sound of her climax was unmistakable, and the dog's own orgasm came at the same time, triggered by the suddenly tighter grip on its cock. There was surprisingly little spill out around the member, if the volume of its cum was anything like the pop-eyed look on the human woman's face was any indication.
The thing didn't let up for a second, resuming the fucking the moment it was able. Molly, however, was less resilient, and her knees sagged as she dropped to entirely on the floor. She could no more raise herself back up after her orgasm faded then she could have gotten out from under the first one earlier in the day, but she spread her legs and the beast had no problem continuing in the new position, the weight of its body no directly on top of her. This time the young woman's pleasure was even more obvious, and her orgasm came well before the wolf's. When it was finished, it pulled out, and let out a stream of cum behind it. Molly was left on the floor, panting with exertion and arousal.
But the wolf wasn't done. Now it moved over to Ayame. This time it hesitated slightly, as if making sure it was alright to fuck her, or perhaps just feeling a little less urgency after using the slave. She felt its nose rub against her hot slit, but somewhat to her disappointment it didn't seem that oral was in the offering, as it stepped over the Alraune and eased itself inside. At first it seemed that she was going to get a more gentle treatment then the human, as it took its time pushing itself all the way in, stretching Ayame almost to her limit in both girth and depth. But the second thrust was harder and faster, and before long it had the same frantic pace it had shown with Molly. Ayame felt herself almost reflexively rubbing at the wolf with her vines, eliciting a sound that was at least partly pleased.
Inexorably, Molly found herself peaking, and so doing triggering a third orgasm in the huge canine. At first hand, so to speak, she could feel the knot at the base of the beast's member doing its work to keep the prodigious load inside her. It was probably beyond the beast to know the workings of the Alraune reproductive system, how many different ways the effort was being wasted. Instead, it resumed its thrusting the moment it finished cumming, not bothering with the ramping up this time but rather going straight to full speed. The beast did seem to be getting tired, but the only way Ayame could tell was the small amount of drool that was suddenly wetting her neck.
The next shock was that Molly had apparently recovered, a fact discovered only when the girl's mouth closed over Ayame's nipple, tongue wetting it and teeth gently teasing. Nimble fingers found the other breast and tweaked the sensitive nipple, while the wolf continued to pound at her dripping pussy. Mouth and hands switched places, and the combined arousal were enough to prevent Ayame from reacting with more then moans of pleasure as her second orgasm rapidly approached. There was only a moment's warning before, with a howl of triumph, the wolf filled the plant-woman with a second load of cum, the sensation driving her in turn over the edge to orgasm.
The wolf pulled out of Ayame, and a flood of cum poured from her pussy and dripped down onto Molly's thigh, where it joined the cum still gently dripping from the girl's own flower. This left the two women face to face, Ayame collapsing on top of her slave while the wolf left the little hut, with an unmistakable smirk on its face. Molly, her body bearing the weight of the still-cumming body of her Mistress, said "This one is sorry if she overstepped her bounds, Ayame-sama," with apparent sincerity, and a voice urgent with arousal.
Ayame moaned lewdly all throughout the wolf’s frantic fucking of her tender flower, unable to contain the pleasure that she felt from being taken like just another one of his submissive bitches even if she’d wanted to. Then, with one last thrust the beast let out a triumphant howl as he knotted his massive cock deep inside his mistress’s pussy, releasing a final torrent of his hot, thick cum into the plant-woman’s already overstuffed depths. The sensation of being so thoroughly filled pushed Ayame over the edge again as well, causing her to release an orgasmic moan of her own that rivaled that of the wolf’s, her toes curling and her vines absentmindedly wrapping themselves around the wolf’s hindquarters as if to try and help hold him inside...or push him in deeper.
When the wolf finally pulled out, Ayame simply collapsed onto her slave – who had taken a position below her to tease and pleasure her breasts – and continued to twitch and moan as a flood of the wolf’s white hot spunk poured out of her abused pussy and began to pool between the two women’s legs, joining the seed that was still slowly oozing out of Molly’s own nether-lips. After a moment, Ayame turned her head to look back over her shoulder again at the wolf as he left the small hut, not missing the proud smirk that was evident on the beast’s face. “Mmm... Good boy...” she moaned, returning the wolf’s satisfied smirk with one of her own before letting her head fall and rest against her slave’s shoulder, spent.
At Molly’s apologetic words, the plant-woman simply grinned and captured the slave girl’s lips with her own, kissing her deeply before slowly pulling back. “Not at all, dear,” Ayame cooed, letting her body settle against her slave’s as exhaustion began to creep up on her. “Not at all...” she finished, closing her eyes and slowly allowing sleep to take her right there, her body resting partially on top Molly’s and still generously leaking wolf cum, leaving both of their nether-regions coated with the sticky white substance.
OOC:
I put the 8 Experience into Body (and added the “Bladesinger” Skill because of the Body increase) and updated all of the corresponding stats on Ayame’s Character Sheet. I also chose “Odd Skin” for the Mutation, making her skin thicker and feel more resilient. This is basically just to set up taking “Armored Hide” later, though, so there’s no real evident change for now except that it maybe feels tougher.
Ayame awoke to find the early morning sunlight being interrupted as a wolf walked by outside the little hut. Molly was no longer beneath her, but her voice came from nearby, "Would the Mistress like this one to service her this morning? This one was instructed to ask." It took a moment for Ayame to realize that she could feel the redhead's hair gently resting against her thigh, the slave obviously anticipating an order to eat her Mistress out. She also realized that she wasn't pregnant, even an Alraune body needing a little time after birth to ready itself for another pregnancy.
“Hmm... I would like that very much, dear. Thank you,” Ayame replied, shifting slightly until she was comfortable before parting her legs for her slave. “Make sure to get me nice and clean, as well. If memory serves, our furry friend left quite a mess down there last night,” she hummed, letting her vines drift out around her as she waited for Molly to begin.
Once the slave girl had set to work servicing her mistress, the Alraune let some of her vines encircle and begin caressing the other woman’s body, a pair of them wrapping around each of the woman’s breasts before gently kneading and teasing them with two more simultaneously poking, prodding, and rubbing at her pussy and ass, but never plunging inside. Ayame was content to simply touch and pleasure her slave so as to allow her to cum this morning as well.
As soon as Ayame spread her legs, she felt the redhead's mouth on her nether lips, gently teasing with her teeth and tongue. Molly moved more slowly then before, planting wet kisses or gentle passes of her tongue over her Mistress's thighs and as far up as her belly as she worked to clean as well as arouse.
Ayame, meanwhile, used half a dozen different vines to arouse the obedient thrall. While she carefully avoided penetration, at least for the moment, the extra appendages combined with the lack of a need to clean her partner as well as arouse brought the human to a moaning orgasm well before her own peak arrived. After that Molly increased her pace somewhat, focusing more and more on the plant-woman's flower and less on the area around it as orgasm approached and the dried-on cum of the night before was removed. Eventually she switched entirely to bringing Ayame to orgasm, and shortly after her own second peak she felt Ayame going over the edge.
As her orgasm finally arrived, all the stronger for being a long time coming, Ayame realized that fondling her slave's soft breasts, and even just the outside of her pussy and ass had been enough to rouse several of her vines as well as her own dripping pussy. The fact that this was the third consecutive time being pleasured to climax without using her vines also didn't help, but whatever the reasons she could feel pressure building in several of her vines, and knew that she had only seconds to decide where to drop her load.
As Ayame finally reached her climax after the slave girl’s skillful work on her nethers, she felt a pressure in the vines that she had been using to pleasure the human woman building as well. With the wolf having apparently failed to impregnate Molly as well the previous night, the plant-woman saw it a fitting time to finally plant her own seed within her red-haired slave. In a matter of seconds, Ayame used the two vines that were kneading the slave girl’s breasts to push her onto her back and then forced the ones between the woman’s legs into her ass and pussy, releasing their built-up load into Molly’s depths as the two at her ample bosom coated her chest with more of the Alraune’s sticky blue cum.
Molly let out a surprised squeak when she was pushed back from her Mistress's slit just as Ayame was about to cum. Then the two vines between her legs pushed into their respective entrances just in time to fill them with sweet seed, and the surprised exclamation turned into a pleased and passionate one, the redheaded woman bucking her hips forward in an apparent attempt to push the vines deeper inside her while they filled her with spunk.
All too quickly it was over, and the vines withdrew, leaving Molly to give another pleased moan as she rubbed at her cum-coated tits with one hand, and her leaking pussy with the other. She carefully stopped before she pushed herself to another orgasm, and smiled happily at her Mistress. "This one is glad her Mistress finally indulged herself fully. She had not cum inside this one since she became this one's Mistress."
The woman got to her feet and stretched in a way that both indicated that she was ready to start the day, and which demonstrated the fact that she was still practically dripping with arousal. She had also made no effort to clean the cum off herself. "Does Ayame-sama think she will reach the city today?"
“Hmm... I do very much hope so, dear,” Ayame replied, rising to her feet and taking a moment to stretch as well. “I fear I may wilt if I have to spend another day in this dry, open sunlight,” she said, exaggerating a bit as she took a seat on the previously unused bed and gazed absentmindedly at her slave’s cum-glazed body. “You may clean yourself as well if you wish to, dear. I’ve known some mages with the ability to draw water from their surroundings, so you may do so to wash yourself if you have that ability...and I could do for a quick drink of water before we set off, now that I think about it...”
Whether Molly took the opportunity to cleanse herself or not, Ayame would be ready to go once her slave was finished, motioning for the human woman to carry her pack again before setting off and directing the mutated wolf to once again take point.
A frown of concentration came over the redhead's face as she crouched down near the floor, both hands pressing against a small depression in the ground. After a moment droplets of water started to rise from the ground between Molly's hands and form into a ball between them. After about a minute the mage was apparently done, and the ball split in two, each one elongating and moving into one of two water skins. Molly took one, and started using it to wash. "This one is afraid that the water she can draw is always rather... warm. But it should cool down in a few minutes, and it's clean."
If anything, the day seemed hotter then before, and by noon both women were grateful for even warm water. There were positive signs, though. Off in the distance they began to see individual farm houses, then clusters of buildings, and finally even small towns. Finally one of these was along the road, and before they rounded the final bend before they would enter the town, the wolf appeared on the road in front of the women. It looked nervously at the town, then back at the road behind them, and was apparently reluctant to continue on. It was still only slightly afternoon, and they still hadn't spotted the city of their destination, but it seemed likely that they would be the only people on the road from here on, and the others would likely be hostile to an obviously mutated wolf.
As they approached the small village early in the afternoon, the wolf appeared in front of the two women and looked back and forth nervously between the town and road they had been traveling, clearly reluctant to continue. Knowing there was no way that the townsfolk would approve of the presence of an otherwise wild beast within their village, and not particularly trusting the wolf around the townspeople herself, for that matter, Ayame knew that their time traveling together was over. “Hmm... It would seem the time has come for us to part ways, I’m afraid,” she said with a smile as she approached the wolf, taking a moment to stroke his fur before continuing. “Thank you for looking out for us during our travels, and for last night as well...you were wonderful~” she cooed, pausing briefly before taking a step back from the mutated beast. “Alright then, off you go, back into the wild where you belong.”
The wolf started running the moment Ayame released it, as if afraid she might call it back and ask it to approach closer to the city. In seconds it had passed into the tall grass, and might as well have been gone. Molly looked slightly relieved, and the two women continued on their journey. It didn't take much longer. They passed through the first village around noon, and had passed two more on a road that was now only sparsely populated rather then deserted when they finally caught their first sight of Acheron.
It was impressive, the buildings all of white stone and iron. There was a mix of old and new, with all the old buildings showing signs of fairly recent repair. Completely new was the wall around the city, which showed no signs of age or wear. It couldn't have been up for more then a year or so, unless it was constantly being cleaned and maintained on a level that seemed unlikely. The road ended in a gate, which was impressively solid and at least as strong as the wall around it... and also wide open. A pair of guards stood on each side, wearing dark uniforms, wearing shields on their arms, and swords sheathed at their sides. They also had odd helmets that covered their faces.
Other guards manned the walls, but it was one of those on the ground that took a step towards Ayame, straightening his back. His gaze had swept over Ayame and Molly - both completely nude save for the slave's collar - in what might have been an appreciative way as they approached, but when he spoke he looked the Alraune in the eye. "Welcome to Acheron. I'm sorry to say that nudity is illegal on the streets of the city, but we can loan you clothing if you have none. What brings you to our city?"
Ayame felt a wave of relief wash over her as she caught first sight of the city of Acheron, glad to have finally arrived after the days of walking. As the two women approached the city gate the Alraune’s sense of relief was replaced by one of near awe, impressed by the apparent cleanliness of the white stone architecture and the generally high state of repair of the buildings, and of the wall itself which showed absolutely no signs of age. It was a stark contrast to many of the otherwise rundown or smaller villages that she’d visited in and around the jungle. It made her all the more excited to find out what the city itself was like.
As one of the guards at the gate stepped forward to address them, Ayame stopped and stood with a soft grin on her face as the guard’s eyes swept appreciatively over her and Molly’s naked forms before finally greeting them. “Clothing? I’ve never had to wear clothing before...I’m an Alraune! My kind doesn’t even wear clothing!” Ayame whined in reply, crossing her arms and pouting a little before ultimately acquiescing to the man’s rules. “Hmm... If we must...but you’ll have to provide us with some,” she said, pausing a moment to consider the man’s question before continuing. “As for why I’m here... I suppose it would be curiosity, mostly,” she answered, shrugging her shoulders. “I’ve been hearing rumors about Acheron from some of the people that I have...encountered recently, and was intrigued by what I had heard. Is it true that this city is open and accepting of all kinds, as they say? Even to demons?”
The guard nodded at one of his fellows, who disappeared through a nearby door. "We would appreciate the return of the clothing when you have acquired your own, or when you leave. Acheron is open to everyone - yes, including demons - as long as they obey our laws." The guard paused for a moment, this time apparently looking at the pack carried by Molly. "If you have coin, I recommend staying at the Ox Tail, at the end of this street." He gestured at the road inside the gate. "If not, you might try your luck at the Blue Man, to your left after you go through the gate."
The guard returned with a bundle of clothing, handing a long green dress of rough cotton to Ayame, and a shorter grey dress of the same material to Molly, along with a leather leash. Molly pulled on the dress and tied the leash to her collar, letting it lie down the front of her body and offering it to Ayame once she had her own dress on. She shifted uncomfortably, frowning at how tight the dress was on her breasts. Ayame's own dress fit her better, but made no provisions for its wearer having vines.
Ayame frowned as she slipped into the rough cotton dress provided, and then frowned some more as she began shifting and wiggling around uncomfortably, not used to the feeling of fabric covering her skin and disliking the lack of accommodation it provided for her vines. “Hmm... I don’t like clothing...” she groaned, doing her best to push the discomfort from her mind and taking Molly’s new leash in her hand as she considered the man’s words. “So...what are these laws of yours? Aside from having to wear these, that is?” the plant-woman said, tugging at her dress before continuing. “And this ‘Ox Tail’ and ‘Blue Man’, what can you tell me about them?”
The guard shrugged. "Don't cheat, steal, or attack anyone, and keep your clothes on in public, and you should be fine, legally. Don't trade with anyone who looks suspicious if you want to be really careful. If you want to live here there are taxes and such, and permits for businesses, but visitors don't have to worry about that.
While Ayame talked with the guard, a tall man wearing full plate armor all in black and carrying an enormous greatsword across his back was approaching the gate. One of the guards hailed him, sounding rather nervous.
The Ox Tail and the Blue Man are reputable inns that cater to visitors. The Blue Man is a decent inn. The Ox Tail has better food and bigger rooms, but a bigger bill as well. But while I am of course happy to talk with you, duty calls."
The guard stepped swiftly around Ayame and Molly, and stood in front of the approaching man. "Excuse me sir, but I'm afraid we're going to have to see your face or official orders before we let you in." The huge man, towering easily two feet over the guard, stopped inches away from him, looking up. On the wall, the tips of several crossbow bolts were visible.
Ayame felt a gentle tug at her arm, and turned to see a nervous looking Molly trying to adjust her dress with no obvious results. "This one is sure the guards can handle it, Mistress. They might not appreciate interference."
Ayame nodded absentmindedly has the guard recited a fairly generic list of rules that were expected to be obeyed while in the city, as well as his bit of advice and other information. She put a little more thought into what he said about the inns, but decided it would be best to actually see what each of them were like before deciding where to stay, namely whether the Ox Tail’s accommodations were worth the apparently higher price compared to what the Blue Man had to offer.
As the armored man approached and the guard moved to intercept him, the plant-woman stepped aside and stood for a moment to observe the seemingly tense situation before Molly’s light tug on her arm drew her attention. Ayame nodded thoughtfully as her slave spoke. “Hmm... A wise assessment, my dear,” she replied, clutching the leash in her hand as she began walking towards the city. She moved slowly, however, covertly positioning one of her flower-tipped vines in the sleeve of her dress and keeping her head turned and looking over her shoulder in order to keep an eye on the situation in case things escalated.
The guard who had been talking to Ayame put one hand on his sword. "I won't ask you again..." The tall, armored man cracked his knuckles, the sound audible from inside the gates. Finally, the man spoke. "Then I shall wait without." He took a single step back and folded his hands in front of him. The guard sighed. "Sir, now you're blocking traffic..."
As several more guards on the wall converged on the spot, and several more emerged from the door where one guard had earlier gone to retrieve dresses for Ayame and Molly, it became increasingly obvious that even if the situation escalated, it would be brief. "First time in the city?" The voice came from immediately behind Ayame, and she turned to see a dark-skinned elf with a broad smile. "Word to the wise, love, don't take the guards' advice on where to stay. Innkeepers pay them off with free drinks, and they more then make their money back screwing visitors one way or another." He turned and started to walk nonchalantly away into streets that were lightly populated by people of every skin color from red to pale to blue. It seemed that there were demons openly living in the city, along with elves, humans, su-ku-ta, and who knew what else. No other alraune, though, at least not within sight.
“Oh? Where would you suggest I stay, then, if not an inn?” Ayame replied to the dark-skinned man, no longer concerned with the guards’ situation now that it seemed well under their control.
The Alraune took a moment after posing her question to analyze the population that she could see walking the streets, the level of diversity present made apparent almost immediately as she saw at least five different races of people intermingling openly in a way she had rarely witnessed, demons included. She couldn’t seem to find any of her own kind or her other fey-kin present within the city, however, at least not any that were within sight-range at the moment. The plant-woman wondered briefly if that was due to an underlying prejudice that Acheron itself possessed after all, or if it was because of the fey’s seemingly inherent hatred towards demons in general...although from her experience, she assumed the later...
