Hadir:
I see a man walking across the ashland surrounding our temple, clearly a former knight, now likely a sell sword, I watch him holding a chain that is connected to the collar of a very wobbly naked female covered in bruises and in addition to the collar has her arms shackled behind her back and there is a short chain dragging on the ground between her ankle cuffs. I use my spyglass to get a better look. I see pointy ears poking out of her black hair, her eyes are blindfolded, her mouth is held wide open by a cold iron ring gag that looks like it must almost be dislodging her jaw, the blindfold is wet with tears and there are streaks of ash mixed with tears running down her face, her lips are bruised, and there is blood dripping from under her collar, a lot of caked dry blood too, I recognize cold iron as I look at the cuffs and collar, they look like the ones we sometimes provide to those who we believe will hunt fey. I look over her ash covered skin, it takes me a while to realize this warrior has caught a nymph alive, and not been killed by her being naked, and the cold iron must have prevented her magic from working. I am quite safe in the ashland though, fey magic does not work here, nor does most magic, the only magical thing that still work are purely innate magic, or magic that consumes the life of the caster or whatever is granted to us by the god of man when we sacrifice to him.
I watch the woman fall as he tugs her too fast and she falls face first into the ash, he pulls her up my her chain and slaps her and grabs her hair shaking her by it. I smile, I can't wait until the rest of us will get to enjoy putting this evil magical creature through the torture her corrupt kind deserves, before we slowly torture her to death. I also think it will be great to have another capable man help us hunt the magical creatures so we can get enough of them to fulfil the ritual of cleansing on this world, shredding and expelling the magic completely, as the god of man promises us, a world purely for humans, all others survivors will be slaves until they are worked into extinction, no longer threatening humans with their filth.
I walk down from the watchtower to the gate to personally meet this glorious fey hunter, I will personally make sure to have our smith make him some new non rusty armour, fitted properly for him, emblazoned with the hand grasping the world. Like the holy relic that fell from the stars here, that the god of man speaks to us from.
I open the gate just as the man steps up he tugs her so she falls and pulls the chain up to have her hang by it before he drops her to her knees in front of me, before I can say anything to him he says "I demand at least thirty times your bounty for fey, or I will keep her as my bed slave."
I gaze into his eyes and I respect the hard cold look there, and I admit she looks good for fucking, though right now she looks incredibly weak and pathetic, and probably would be a boring dead fish that won't even whimper much as she is fucked hard. "Our going price for fey depends on how magical they are, may I inspect her?" I ask.
"As long as you don't damage her" he says "there are others who want fey too."
I take out my magic detection monocle and put it on and as I look at her I am almost blinded, she shines brighter than the sun at noon at the midsummer solstice, even here where magic is dampened, but I also see her magic is contained in her body unable to get out due to the cold iron collar and its spikes, normally a single needle of cold iron is enough to stop a fey from using their magic, just stick it through their skin and their magic is pinned. I fail to not react to seeing that much magic and gasp "this is not just a nymph, you have somehow caught a fey lady I think, one of their important leaders how?"
"None of your business, what is she worth to you?" he asks gruffly.
"We never expected to see a fey lord or lady captured, the going price for a nymph captured alive would have been their weight in silver or equivalent in other currencies, or more depending on how magical. So yes you will get more than thirty times the prices mentioned on any of our bounties, more like a hundred. Also we will throw in making new armour and weapons for you if you want, blessed by the god of man, and pay you commission to hunt more magical creatures for us."
"Since you have a god you worship and fear, swear on your god and your soul that you will give me what I want making me satisfied, then you may have her" he says.
With this fey lady we might have enough old magic for the god of man to cleanse magic from this world, when we sacrifice her to him in the ritual.
"I swear upon my immortal soul and the god of man that I will satisfy your avarice and make you never want for money as long as we can have her. Come inside and I will take you to our vault so you can pick the currency you desire, and we will get you a high priest chamber to stay in while we work on any equipment you want too" I say.
He looks at me with his cold eyes "I hear magic is prevented here, is that true?"
I smile and nod "in the ashland almost all magic is stopped, and inside our walls all magic" I say, it is almost entirely true.
"Well then I want to clean her up and get her out of the collar and cuffs and force her to make love to me and then when I am done with her you can have her, that is if you are sure she can't use magic if I take the collar off" he says and I see his cock going erect in his pants as he says that.
"We will give you a cold iron nose ring and fine chain to connect to it, just in case, but you can keep her as long as you stay with us, though I and the other men may get restless if we don't get to enjoy her too."
He smiles wickedly "oh a nose ring, yes, a fey lady would feel so very degraded to have one of those put on her" he says and pinches her nose, and she flinches beautifully. It is only when she flinches that her black hair falls away from her ears enough that I spot the ear plugs he has put into her ears, spiked cold iron.
"Did you deafen her?" I ask.
"Not as far as I know, but the ear plugs hurt her going in yes, I did not want her overhearing what we talk about" he says smiling cruelly.
"Well let me show you to your quarters and help you get the nose ring put in" I say and I motion for him to follow and he grabs her hair and pulls her up hard by her hair twisting it and she whimpers. She shakes her head as she steps on the tiled floor just inside the gate and makes beautiful but very unclear pleading sounds due to the ring gag, he slaps her hard and then drags her inside.
The smith crafts a cold iron spiral with sharp barbed tips and the man takes that and while the fey lady whimpers and pleads through her ring gag forces one of the barbed heads through her septum and she starts to bleed, he turns the ring coating it in her blood and then licks the ring, he pushes the two barbed tips past each other so they lock together, he then removes the collar, cuffs and ear plugs, the ring gag, and I hear it scrape against her teeth as he removes it and finally he pulls the blind fold off.
I am stunned by her crazy violet eyes, a more intense colour than I have ever seen, even though the interior of the priest quarters is decorated with colourful objects they all become as grey as the ashland compared to her gorgeous eyes, in particular I love seeing the tears in them.
"If you need anything ask for me, my name is Hadir and what should I call you?"
"Thomas Silverthorn" he says "not Tom" he adds.
As she sees me she pulls toward him and clings to his leg, even though eh clearly treats her badly she can tell I would treat her worse, and I smile, and Thomas laughs "let's get you clean so you can please me better than you have so far, you better make me believe you love me or I will let them show you how good I have been to you."
Her eyes tremble and tears flow and her lips tremble "yes, master Thomas Silverthorn" she says and her voice is gorgeous too, like the rest of her, fey are too blessed.
"Actually..." Thomas says "Hadir I want you to feed her and give her a drink, and you will pleasure him as if he is me" he says cruelly.
She looks up at him then trembling lets go of his leg and crawls over to me, squatting in front of me and places her hands behind her back grabbing her own elbows with her hands and tears are flowing from her eyes as she looks up at me, her bruised lips trembling.
I look to Thomas and he moves up and whispers to me "let her pleasure you with her mouth, cum in her mouth and then pee, and have her swallow" he walks over to the tub and starts filling it.
I do not hesitate to do what Thomas offered me to do and I pull my quickly hardening cock out of my pants and slap her face with it and I see a glint in her eyes that she would want to murder me, but clearly can sense that her magic is not working and a woman is not going to overcome two men even if they are relaxed and unobservant.
With revulsion she starts pleasuring my cock and balls, yet even with revulsion she knows what she is doing, she does not try to bite me, she knows I would hurt her badly if she did, and if not me Thomas would, I get lost in her gorgeously tormented eyes as she gives me better pleasure than any whore I have paid for in the past, I try to last as long as I can to prolong her torture, but she makes me cum so fast, I erupt so hard and much that cum erupts out of her nose and her lips overflow yet she does not stop pleasuring me, using her tongue and lips to milk every last drop out of me and as I soften a bit I am happy that my bladder is full as I release it and her eyes go wide and I hear Thomas "drink and don't spill a drop" she does her best, but I pee a heavy stream and some erupts out of her nose and mouth her eyes are flowing with tears, pee and cum drip down her chin and between her breasts to the floor.
As I finish I pull out and slap her face with my softening cock and put it away in my pants again and she is crying. Thomas comes over "I said don't spill a drop, clean the floor with your lips and tongue" she looks up into his eyes and flinches and then gets down and starts to lick the floor, trembling with fear and she really does her best even slurping to try to get the fluid out of the crevices among the tiles.
"Thomas" I say smiling "we are going to get along great, having her clean the floor with her tongue... that is new, and having her drink my piss too."
Thomas chuckles "well if she does not make me think she is utterly in love with me tonight I will have her pleasure everyone that wants her mouth and have her drink all their piss too, and clean all the floors till they are shiny clean, using her tongue."
"Want to come with me to pick what you want from the vault?" I ask.
Thomas considers, and attaches the fine chain to her nose ring and locks it to a ring on the floor "when I come back the floor better be clean in here as far as you can reach with the chain" he says, he grabs her hands and puts the cuffs back on, but above her elbows "only with your tongue."
"Yes master" she whimpers and continues cleaning as we leave.
I say as we exit the room "oh and just know that if you somehow escape the men will have their way with you" she flinches as if slapped.
I take Thomas to the vault and he picks two large chests and fills them with a very random assortment of treasure, I would as a hunter have gone for lighter more valuable gems, but silver and gold are pretty to look at, as are jewellery, so I get it. He also looks over some fine clothing that belonged to some of the women we have taken in the past, he finds the harem dancer outfit we got off an elf merchant we took "I may want more later" Thomas says "so consider this a down payment, I can't exactly carry a hundred times her weight in treasure in one go, I am not as disgustingly strong as orcs."
I chuckle at that "yes we are but human."
Vela:
I am licking the floor, it has not been cleaned in a long time and it is not tasty, but by the time Thomas returns the floor is shiny and clean as far as the chain will let me. He closes the door and locks it, putting two heavy chests down against the door, he detaches the chain from my nose ring and his hands are trembling and he hugs me to him whispering "I am so sorry, I did all that to you..."
I smile and look up into his eyes "I told you to, remember, you need to get them all to trust you, to enjoy me, so they will let you and maybe me near their source of power."
Thomas looks really distraught "are you sure, I can try to get you away from here, can you even use your magic?"
I nod "cold iron does nothing to me, the weave is dead here, and most raw magic is dampened, but" I see my eyes light up with eldritch violet light in the reflection of his eyes and the cold iron ring transmutes to star metal and then back again "I can use my innate magic, but I feel the power of this entity the god of man, the other gods and goddesses of this realm is fighting it, so it is weak outside this temple, but in this temple it has some sort of anchor a focus of power, I need to find that."
Thomas eyes go wide and he smiles and kisses me even though my mouth is definitely not clean, he makes a face right after and says "let's get you clean, and me too."
I smile and nod and I love the order that Thomas had given me, to convince him that I truly love him, so I just treat him like my Thomas and how he deserves. I maintain my pretend beaten up look, like a fey would look if their natural healing was suppressed by cold iron, but the bruises are not real to me, just cosmetic, same for small cuts and bruises on my body especially where the cold iron spikes from the cuffs and collar had cut my skin, I make those wounds look very inflamed and nasty, for a fey they might be life threatening and they might get infected and die.
We make a lot of very loud love after we get clean and yet Thomas then takes me wearing a sexy harem dancer outfit to the dining hall and has me exotically dance for the men and then strip naked and then give each of their cocks love and accept their pee as a drink, all night, several of them get hard more than once and they drink a lot of wine and ale, and they all fall in love with Thomas and he becomes their best friend ever. If I was a real nymph this treatment would have hurt me too, but this is although not tasty also not harmful, but I do throw up cum and piss on purpose so that Thomas can order me to clean the floor with my tongue, I want everyone to think he is more cruel than the average among them and some of them are actually shocked and a bit revolted to have me clean the floor with my lips and tongue like that, but they soon seem to fall in line with the ones who love that mistreatment of me, I can see how hard it is for Thomas to see me do this.
Some of the elders, priests I guess, take him away from the dining room for a while, he looks a bit haunted when he comes back, but manages to hide it enough from the rest and he surprises me "you can all fuck her ass if you want push her into the filth while you do" everyone wants a go with me, though some do not manage to get fully hard, yet everyone at least gives my ass a few drops of cum even if it sounds more like pain than pleasure as they do, they had all pretty much spent themselves in my mouth already. Despite all the ass fucking I manage to eventually make the dining room floor clean with my tongue and lips, all of it, I taste many places and get visions of creatures and people, there are traces of blood and other things in the dirt on the floor, also everyone has now given me quite a lot of themselves like I told Thomas I wanted.
Eventually way past dawn I am allowed to return to Thomas's room and clean myself and then we make loud love again. Thomas then after he can't get hard again finally feels up to telling me what he learned. "They... they took me to their inner sanctum, and made me speak to the god of man, through this hand thing that holds a world in a crushing grip" he describes it, it is made out of some glass material that is very dark and shifting in colour, yet it feels like it is watching you "he wants to have you as a focus for a ritual, they will use special magic to force your body to be ready to get impregnated and then the god of man will use us to impregnate you to birth his avatar on this world, he was very excited, your magic is apparently strong enough to give a worthy avatar to him, more than simply cleansing the magic from this world like they were planning to do. We need to get away from here. I think he might know I am not who I pretend to be."
I listen with interest, I know instinctively that I can't actually give a real child to anyone, it is not how I work, it would just be me pretending to be something else, I smile "I want that ritual, I assume that will be before the artifact?"
Thomas looks despaired "I said I think he knows."
"If he knows you would be dead and they would do what they want with me, or try" I say "it can't read your mind, I have shielded you from everyone but me" I say.
"But that ritual sounds very bad" He says.
"I will twist it and use it for my own purposes" I say, I am actually curious if somehow genetic material that is not any of the men will somehow appear and seek my egg while preventing others, and that would teach me about this god of man entity, I am curious if it was a human once or just for some reason likes humans as its pets and worshippers, as it does not make sense to me.
Thomas looks long and hard into my eyes and then sees just how calm and happy and truthful I am "you are terrifyingly scary" he says and then adds "I love you."
"I love you" I say smiling and we kiss and I feel his cock struggle to get hard once more for me and we make love spooning and he falls asleep right after, I listen to him breathing and explore his mind, feel what he felt from the artifact, a lot of it he did not understand as he does not do magic, but I recognize the attempts to pierce his mind, then a sense of respect and understanding why he was able to capture a fey lady on his own, clearly able to resist a lot of magic. I can tell from how it feels that this entity whatever it is, is really ancient, but also needing or wanting an avatar is interesting, it might mean it is wounded or can't manifest itself in the world fully, but wants to. Though since it can't pierce my mind protection magic I have a feeling it is weaker than me somehow.
The next day I am bathed in special perfumed oils and they paint with quickgold on my belly above my womb, I feel it having issues connecting with my body so I have to help it, a fey it would have burned itself to, so I cry out as I make it look like it does that. It has a lot of dark divine energy attached to it, I sense what it wants to do with my womb and create a mimicry of that, including the forced mind fucking level of heat my pussy getting very wet and I have pheromones erupt from me and moan and blush "please Thomas make love to me, master, please, breed me, I need you."
I am led to the altar before the artifact and I feel it trying to probe my mind and I create a fake mind, a fey nymph lady, powerful, defeated as her magic had no effect on Thomas and slowly over many days broken by him to accept him, and now utterly in heat and not able to even think higher level thoughts, the only thing in her mind the need to be bred, even with all the sickness and pain from the cold iron.
They put a large bejewelled cock ring on Thomas's cock, as he gets on the altar and I spread my legs for him holding them to my sides and he enters me, he fucks me hard and fast making me cum for him before all the others and as he cums in me I can taste the difference, it is not his cum, it is something that tastes almost human, yet very different, I sense its connection to the artifact, the god of man, I sense a network of connections from where it is to many worlds that it has shielded from magic, made all but its humans among the sentient species there extinct or driven off if they were able to.
Thomas takes the cock ring off and gives it to the next man, and they all fuck me taking turns filling me, until they can't anymore, and then they use the cock ring again its secondary function to examine my womb and I had already expected that and I have fertilized an egg with a male offspring, or at least that is what it looks like for the magic. The exhausted men are all very happy to have given their god what it wants. I sense the magic of the artifact gloat in my shallow mind it gets to be in, it shows me the destruction it will wreak on the world with my child and shows me my future too, as it envisions it, it thinks I don't need arms and legs to be a breeding vessel. It will be world for man, for men, magic gone, women in their rightful place, according to it obedient slaves to whatever man owns her. From this world it will then spread to more worlds, consuming the remnants of magic to send more artifact anchors to new worlds, seed humans where they are not, and repeat the process until magic is extinct in the universe, consumed by it, other divines destroyed. I let that surface fey react like she would have utterly destroyed by the revelation, despaired, crying and just laying there defeated.
While I spread the tendrils of my own magic along the connections that I was able to make, it is extremely sudden, the glass artifact explodes in a shower of fine very sharp dust that flies in the air through eyes, ears, noses, mouths into lungs and then along the spine to the brain, of everyone except Thomas, the bodies rupture as all the tiny little cells are ripped asunder and the bones fall into the soup of fluids that is left before falling apart into bone powder. I feel a brief attempt to stop me from the god of man, but I send a feedback pulse of anti magic that it loves so much back through the connection to it severing it from this world and delivering I wound to it, I know many other places it is and I am sure in time I will get there and deal with it there too.
I feel a wave of raw chaotic magic erupt from the edges of the ashland and slam into the desecrated temple of the god of man, I consume the fake fertilized egg and have the quickgold magic drip away from me and I have my body heal, I sense the colours and the other divines of this world hurry in after the raw chaos magic and quickly tie it down into the weave again, the colours sparkle into the inner sanctum and look stunned at the complete disaster in the room, I grab the shaking stunned Thomas and kiss him I then aim my hand at the cock ring resting on the cum soaked altar and fire a purple bolt at it and the ring and altar detonate into a crater in the floor, stone walls crack all around the place as the blast was a little bit more powerful than I had intended as some of the raw chaos magic wanted to join in rather than be bound in the weave, it slowly sends more cracks along the stone burning in eldritch violet, I feel the flow of energy to me as the stone is being consumed "we should leave" I say as I can sense it building to something even more violent, Thomas picks me up and we all run out of the inner sanctum just in time as the whole building gets sucked down into a crater before the magic gets fully spent. The rest of the temple compound is still there, dungeon, torture chamber, vault, the whole keep and watchtower and all that.
I let the fey take care of the still alive but extremely badly hurt magical creatures in the complex, I feel the nose ring still in my nose and lick it with my tongue and it dissolves into me and vanishes, just some iron, there is no trace of the wounds left on me, including the piercing wound. "Thomas I want to go back to the others now please" I say and he keeps carrying me and I let him do it as I can sense he feels good about doing so, I slowly pick away at any traces of guilt in his mind, I will not let him keep that, he protested my insane plan loudest of all, I also see that he had gone to the dungeon and not found his sister there, but had decided to not ask anyone about her, as he is certain he would not like the answer even if they gave it to him, what he had seen there was however horrifying to him, and I slowly gently pick away at that too, I do not want him scarred by what I asked him to do. I only let him keep the sense of heroism, and the few things that made him feel good during all this, even if a few things he does not want to admit to himself he enjoyed, one of those things that are a hidden thing he enjoyed was me licking the cum off the floor, not the pee, but cum, and not cleaning the whole floor. I make a note of wanting to do that later for him, as I do not mind, even licking the floor will not make me sick or hurt me. I even learn from what I find there, but I also know that it may lower me in the eyes of others if I do that, but I don't mind doing it for those I love even if they can briefly feel like I am beneath them from that.
The fey deliver all the treasure from the temple to me, and anything else not directly linked to the god of man that they think I might like and that did not belong to one of the prisoners. I start by paying back what Torm spent on making the cold iron cuffs and collar and chains and all that for me, and then I ask him and the others for good artisans as I want to build a castle into the mountain where my cavern and waterfall is, and it has to be subtle not destroy the natural beauty, but enhance and add to it, and I have a bunch of people come and do that for me, and they bring friends who do more, for several years after this I keep getting visitors, some are the people who survived the event, and their loved ones, wanting to meet me and I make sure they also thank Thomas, who made it possible for me to do this.
It is seven years later that one of the saved people, a maimed satyr recognises Thomas and mentions to Thomas that his sister may still be alive, she was not useful to the cult, as she was infertile, so they sold her off as a slave, and as soon as I learn about that I summon the Colours using the residual trace magic from their attempt at binding and controlling me "I demand you find Thomas's sister, alive will make me happy, but just find her" I explain what the person had said and share telepathically what I know from reading both Thomas's mind and the satyr's mind about this with the colours, including her true name 'Talia Silverthorn'. The colours respond "We will get her we promise Vela" the black fairy adds "even if I have to go grab her from the underworld, I can exchange her soul from whomever god or goddess or devil or demon owns her."
Next morning the Colours return with a human woman that looks very much like Thomas, only female, I watch them hug tight and cry, and I leave them alone so they can reconnect, if they want to talk with me I am around.
That night after everyone is asleep Talia comes to my room, I send away the three satyrs and look to her "is there anything I can get you?" I ask.
She gives me a crooked smile and a quick bark of laughter shaking her head "you got me away from a bad place, what can I do for you? Nobody can do that for someone they don't know, not a family or friend."
I look deep into her eyes, I see how true that is to her "well I don't need that, I try to help people when I can, and I want everyone to be my friend, and if they want lover, but also Thomas is my friend, and lover, so saving you easily fits into your picture of how the world works."
She studies my face for a really long moment and then walks up to me "I... I want to be your friend and lover" she says and I see her go into well worn automatic gestures, I sense her mind escape and a persona she has created to survive surface, I see her work, a tavern wench at a watchtower who also gives massages and has sex with customers who pay for that, that she was unable to be pregnant was a selling point for her, along with her being a pale blue eyed brunette, with good curves. I am lost in her mind as I explore it that I don't react to what she is doing and soon she is as naked as me and she then has a moment of not really knowing what to do next, she has not had sex with a woman ever and gets a moment of panic, doubt, even dread that she won't do it right. However I can tell she does not really want to have sex with me, she just took what I said a bit too strongly, wanting to make me happy. "I am... I am sorry I have not been with a woman before, please don't think less of me." I read in her mind that she also is aware she can't get pregnant and that it saved her life with the cult, but she really wants children, more than anything else in life.
I gaze into her eyes that are glazed in tears and I say "first off I have a question for you..." she nods "I heard you were spared by not being able to get pregnant" she flinches as if slapped, a huge number of rapes over two months, clearly everyone tried to make her pregnant, then being beaten and made to do menial tasks and then a trader sold some elves and gnomes to the cult and were asked if they wanted her and they found her beautiful and paid half a gnome worth for her, more rapes, she stands there shaking and I feel awful and I pull her into my arms and she starts crying clutching onto me. What happened in the tavern was not quite as intense as the many rapes, but she was not willing nearly ever, sure there was one or two men she did not mind, but them paying for her rather than letting her get to know them and want them first kind of spoiled them for her, nobody knew she was not exactly willing, that she was a slave at the tavern.
She starts to babble cry, and it is only because I can read her mind that I manage to understand, she utters her desire for children, how she feels broken, and not really like a woman, because she can't get pregnant.
I reach my magic into her to examine her womb and I see ovaries that are intact, but the oviducts are damaged her eggs can not reach her womb, her womb is also intact. I allow her to finish crying before I try to tell her anything, gently caressing her back. I feel awful that I triggered all this in her.
"I can't promise anything, but I can try to heal you so you can get pregnant" I say honestly as I still do not entirely get how some parts of biology works, sometimes it seems like there is more needed, than just the mechanical bits, but I see a huge mechanical issue. "Also you do not need to make love to me, unless you want to, but if you want me to I can be a male for you, if you really want to make love to me."
She looks up into my eyes "I want to have your child!" and I look into her mind, and she really wants that "even if it is weird you are my brother's lover too" and that really is fucked up in her mind, but she has learned from Thomas that I have love for a lot of people and it is still intense and very dedicated, that being in love with just one person is not something I am capable of limiting myself to. "Please" she says.
"What species do you want me to be when we make love if you want a child, I can be human for you" I say, she shakes her head.
"This" she says and points to me "I want you to be what you are, just... male so you can you know..." she blushes, heart racing, emotions in complete chaos mostly positive, but she just went through emotional whiplash today.
I change shape in her embrace becoming the male version of the nymph I enjoy being, a nixie, and that does make me need to grow a bit bigger too, I smile and try out my voice "you can keep calling me Vela if you want, but the memory of this form was a nixie called Rutae, dream lover, he barely got to have his cock not balls deep in nymphs and dryads his entire life, apparently quite a struggle and sacrifice for him, but he put up with it."
Her eyes go wide and she gently caresses my huge non erect cock and compares it to her arm and then both arms and giggles nervously "I don't think I can survive this, but I want to try, also mmm your scent is making me wet" I pick Talia up and carry her to my bed and lay her down.
"Let me try to make you able to have children, and in protected heat so you can choose who gets to make you pregnant, and make sure you can never be hurt from sex, and I will heal other aches and pains too, then you can decide after that what you want to do" she nods but I can hear her heart racing and feel the scent of her arousal, she is not really paying attention to my words. I caress her belly and then slide my ring and middle finger into her wetness, and out again to coat her clitoris and she moans then I start massaging her front wall and clitoris and as she orgasms I merge with her body and I seek out every damage, poorly working thing and heal and rejuvenate her body, trying to give her back the lost years or more as best I can. I also during this examine her mind, to see if I can remove all the bad things, but I can see that for her she has integrated that wound deeply and risen above it, survived the horrors and she has a well earned sense of pride of having survived all that. So I can tell that just ripping memories out would be very messy, but I alter the bad memories so they are much harder to trigger, but still there, she has to intentionally hunt them down and really try to remember them to make that happen, not just hear a few words, or be in a particular situation, or feel something.
As I retract and detach from her body I give her another orgasm and she has already squirted several times and is laying there trembling in the wet sheets of the bed, of course I had already made them quite wet with the three satyrs help already, I subtly cast a spell to draw all the fluids to me and absorb their essence.
I take the fingers out of her slowly and she moans in protest as I do so but can't resist even if her pussy clamps on my fingers, I then spread them and show her the stringiness from her pussy juices and then suck them "I think I have healed you" I then remember that if I want to allow her to become pregnant with me I have to actually allow my sperm to be compatible, usually I do not when I take male form, as I don't want to impose that on my female lovers, as I tend to want them to find a mate of their own real species, not me, each species is precious to me.
She moans and giggles "what did you do to me? With just your fingers? Please give me... a few... mmmm moments" she struggles a bit with moving her trembling legs and arms "get in bed Rutae!" she says and I get in med laying down next to her, she struggles hard and gets up on her arms and legs and pushes me from my side to my back and spreads my legs, I see memories flash in her mind of being taught how to make love to balls and cock, and make it look like she wants to, she never loved to give oral, but now she wants to.
She takes her time kissing, breathing on, inhaling, licking and gently sucking on my huge balls and she makes my cock throb and grow even bigger and also hard for her, and start filling my foreskin with tears of joy and anticipation. I reach down and caress her hair and face and keep eye contact as best I can. I enjoy that I had the bed builder put a mirror above the bed, so I can see her enthusiastic wobble of her butt more easily also the mirror at the foot end of the bed let me see how wet she is. I groan as she is spending way too long at my balls, but I don't say she has to stop, as I forget that men tend to grab my hair and guide me if I am doing the wrong thing or they want me elsewhere, and finally she drops the ball she has worked on for the seventh time "if you want me to I can make love to your balls all night, but I want to know when to move on."
"Oh... I forgot, please move on when you want to I will be happy either way, we can even move directly to fucking if you want that" I say.
She blushes and laughs and giggles a bit as she licks, kisses and very gently nibbles my shaft all the way up and then she holds my cock with both her hands, only barely able to touch her fingers to each other around it, then she presses me between her breasts and pushes me up between them until she licks and kisses my full foreskin and it blossoms and overflows its slippery flood of tears of joy, she quickly tries to lick and suck it before it runs all over, but her breasts and my cock and balls get coated and slippery and she then struggles to fit my cock head between her lips and ends up having to make do with sliding her lips around my cock head and licking me "you are too big for me to take you in my mouth" she complains.
I chuckle "I can change my size for you" I say.
"NO!" she exclaims "don't you dare! I want to try..."
I smile "alright, let me know if you want that at any point."
She rubs me between her slippery breasts a bit more and then slides me along her belly and then between her legs as she slides up my body, legs at my sides, her pussy finally kisses my cock head and she kisses me I gently caress her back and butt and hold her in the kiss and she moves her hand down behind herself and then lifts my cock slightly and then pushes herself down, I feel her pussy lips kiss my foreskin and then part it and slowly my huge cock head pushes her pussy open and she moans into our kiss and I sense the protection magic adjust her body to handle me, but she is still stupidly tight and she has to work me in with great effort, then my cock head's edge finally gets inside her and I slide easier now she pushes and then I feel myself bottom out, but she pushes more and I feel the magic adjust to let her, but it is that intense all the way from there, but I know how much I love that and huge cocks stretching and filling me beyond what would be possible without this protection magic and then I feel her butt press against my balls and her eyes go wide and she breaks the kiss "no fucking way" she moans and leans back and caresses the bulge my cock is making on her belly, it is not as large as it should have been though, as magic is preventing damage by making her bigger on the inside.
Then she shakes violently and cries out and squirts around my cock and I see her lose balance to I quickly grab her to hold her in place, I feel her pussy trying to push me out, but it is not strong enough to shoot her off me like a rocket, she squirms on me as she has a truly insanely beautiful orgasm and I love how it feels so I groan with her and squeeze the muscles below my balls to stop myself from instantly erupting inside her, I feel she deserves more than just burying me balls deep before I cum. At least I enjoy a little more than that myself.
She slowly regains control and gently grabs my arms to steady herself "fuck mmm, as much as I want to ride your cock, I don't think my legs will let me, please help" she looks pleadingly at me.
I smile "just gyrate on me, I love how that feels" I say "no need to lift and drop, or thrust, if I want that I will help."
She grabs my hands and move them to her breasts and I massage her breasts and then feel playful, I cast a little bit of magic on her breasts and they fill with milk and I grow mouths in my palm that lick and then start to suckle her nipples and her eyes go wide and she moans "what mmm" she starts to gyrate on me, looking like she is dancing, and I love the taste of her milk and I get so quickly up to my edge that once she hits her second orgasm I am thrown so far off the edge that there is no stopping me and my cock erupts inside her one shot filling her whole pussy and erupting out of her and my cock's jump slams her down against my chest and she squirts and I keep cumming and she squirting and we both end up in a very sweaty wet mess together I hold her gently to me and then I feel her activate the secondary function of the protected heat spell, insisting that I impregnate her, and I link to the magic in her womb and let her see, the magic guides her egg swiftly too implant, and the first few divisions happen, I let her understand what she is seeing, and I notice that the magic has created twins, a boy and a girl and let her know that.
She cries and shakes in my arms and I hold her, I can tell this is good tears, from intense but good emotions. She drifts into sleep on my chest with my cock still balls deep inside her and I feel her pussy flutter, milking me all night. I close my eyes too and join her dreams, a thousand and one versions of her being pregnant and living with me here, or getting a home elsewhere, and so many versions, always happy though, except still some intense confusion about me mostly walking around as female but able to be male, and being envious that her brother and the other men get to make love to me, a brief glimpse of a dream where she makes love to her brother but that quickly gives her extreme revulsion, then dreams of her joining me when I make love with the other men, letting them make love to her too, and feeling less jealous to be there with me, but awkward when her brother makes love to me at the same time, but at least not to her, so she can accept that, even if it is a bit weird. She imagines her children having my eyes and is happy.