Concord

She choked a bit as she spoke again, "I loved him, but I could never tell him that myself now." When at first Fyrah had born his child, Cirella had to keep herself from being overtaken by pure jealousy, resolving to accept that her love would be requited elsewhere, but had never truly been able to do so.

Of course, Fyrah did not understand, having never actually known Garen herself, but her next words surprised her.

"Do you remember when my mother attacked the creature you were with? It was not an attack, but more of a means of altering something subtle in the beast. Garen is with us." Cirella's eyes moved to the thing she'd birthed that clung to Fyrah's arm, still sleeping soundly. What this thing to grow into her friend? She had changed into a mating incarnation so much herself, so it would be hypocritical to judge the new Garen for something similar. Just as her tears had come, they vanished with a growing lack of need for them, and Cirella letting her guard down to the air of the room for one moment too long.

"So that's it? We are a family now?" It was somewhat difficult to wrap her head around it, but slowly it made sense. They would take some time getting used to what they had become, but that was the same after they'd taken over the fortress they were in now. Arenai was a good home, and was indeed where it all began. This was where the lord they once served and his garrison of soldiers met their end at the hands of the very storm that raged now. Cirella herself was as normal as any other human then, and the storm threatened to take her as well, but resolve she had not known kept her from slipping unconscious, which would doubtlessly have led from there to death. Were it not for this will that she had, and her family's armor heirloom being as strong as it was, she certainly would have died.

A very small concern went over her as she thought of this armor, but by no explanation she understood, it was lying along with the shield and sword against the opposite wall.

"You, however, will do." The voice of the creature echoed in her head. She was chosen for her will and her body to be impregnated with something that, without Fyrah's final intervention, would likely have done worse than killed her. It would have enraptured her dignity forever and used her as some kind of breeding object or worse. She looked now at that very thing clinging to the new Fyrah's arm, now completely innocent and bearing Garen's blood for the mind instead of the beasts. So many questions racked at her about this, such as how much of the inherent nature of that thing the new Garen would take, or if he would have any memories of the man who'd died to create him. She looked up to Fyrah, knowing that she could tell what questions Cirella had.

"Do not fret over it. He will be as perfect as we are, and as flawed." Fyrah said softly, then walked out of the room, leaving Cirella to contemplate what she'd said. When she returned, Garen was not with her, and something was different. Most notably, she'd cast off all of her clothes before returning, now completely bare as she walked in and shut the door. The light in the room that came from various torches from along the wall were dimmed significantly.

Cirella gaped at how beautiful her companion was now. Her small, lithe and balanced body contradicted Cirella's strong and well endowed one. In this light, she could appreciate how detailed and refined Fyrah's face was again different from her exaggerated and slightly gaunt features. It came to her without wonder and a bit of jealousy why Garen was so enticed by this woman when all began. Fyrah walked toward her gracefully, spreading her arms wide as she did so and doing a small twirl that made Cirella jump. She started to clamber onto the bed and Cirella shifted backward, speaking now just as Fyrah began to straddle her hips.

"What are you planning on doing?" She asked, already with an idea, but not sure how Fyrah planned to accomplish such a thing.

"I think the two of us need something to do while we wait for our dear friend to mature." With that, she settled herself down on top of Cirella, locking their lips in a kiss while her smaller, more petite breasts mashed against Cirella's voluptuous orbs. Her kiss tasted sweet, like freshly picked fruit, and Fyrah's tongue dancing around hers was to kill for. For now, Cirella lost track of her other worries, taking instead to accept the kiss that she was being given, noticing with a bit of irony how this was similar to her treatment with the monster in the cave, how she enjoyed it immensely.

The clear liquid started streaming from Fyrah's mouth into Cirella's for a reason she did not understand until she started to feel stressed inside again. It wasn't hard to explain, since she'd gone through something very similar not long before. A length of something developed inside of her, wriggling and causing her to shake with disbelief. It curled and uncurled, feeling this way and that around inside of her womb, sending shocks throughout her that made her finally break away from Fyrah to ask with more curiosity than alarm.

"What did you just do to me?" But she never heard the answer to the question, and Fyrah barely had a chance to say it as something very odd happened. The length of what was inside Cirella shot its way out of her womb and past the entrance of her groin with sudden speed, making her reach a shuddering climax instantly. It did not stop, either, but instead wriggled its way into Fyrah. Her eyes rolled back as this happened, clutching at Cirella's shoulders for support while the thing moved its length out of her and started thrusting into Fyrah. It was odd, since Cirella could feel the length now. It was a kind of invasion of Fyrah's body, intrusive, but she did not want to stop. She started to grind her hips up against Fyrah desperately, unfamiliar with how men usually did their part with women. Regardless, the thing seemed to know what it was doing on its own, and continued to thrust of its own accord.

The dual feelings were overwhelming for Cirella, as she felt two different oncoming climaxes from her own body. Fyrah must have gone into a reverie herself, because she did nothing other than scream with delight. Cirella had been moaning aloud for the whole time, gradually getting louder as she felt herself ready to burst. The feeling was not unlike what she felt inside of her when she was penetrated, but it was as if part of her body was turned inside out and protruded outward while it happened.

Unconsciously, Cirella reached for Fyrah's hips and started to bounce her atop her waist with the new strength she had. Fyrah started to scream still louder, but moved her head around to start sucking at Cirella's breasts. The feeling of someone else's lips on her nipples, along with all else that she went through just now, it was too much to take even for her body.

"I can't keep—Aahh!" She screamed as her body exploded with the sensations from three vastly different parts of her body, and did not stop as they began. Each time her new limb erupted a spurt of its fluid into Fyrah, who had all but gone limp in her own state of bliss, Cirella felt herself burning as her body forced still more into her. The thing continued to extend itself after releasing the last of its contents into Fyrah, burrowing deeper inside with a mind of its own until eventually drawing itself back out of her and into Cirella again.

The two women lay there for several moments, Cirella breathing hard out of habit. She wanted to ask what had just happened, what the thing was, or perhaps if Fyrah had even known herself that this would happen, but she seemed completely unresponsive just now. What was strange, though, was that even after leaving her body, Cirella could still feel a wriggling sensation as something moved around inside of Fyrah, small protrusions occasionally poking through her skin. She moaned softly as this happened to her, while Cirella was still overwhelmed by it.

Then, without warning, Fyrah's body convulsed wildly, and her head pushed around Cirella's shoulder and burrowed into the pillow behind, muffling her own screams poorly. The shifting inside her body started to become more erratic, actually causing her hips to sway from side to side as it rammed against each part of her.

"Fyrah, what is happening?" She asked, and more muffled screams. A stream of juices erupting from Fyrah's groin told her that she had suddenly reached a climax, so at least she wasn't in pain, as little help as that was. The fluid seeped into Cirella's groin, but had a sudden enflaming effect on her, causing her body to burn and open itself wide for something that she could almost guess before it happened.

A long appendage like the one that had just retreated into her plunged down into her, coiling itself around inside of her to reach places she never knew existed. The thing reached a certain point and stopped to pay special attention to a very sensitive spot inside of her. It gripped whatever it was and sent wave after wave of pleasure through Cirella instantly, making her explode with her own passionate climax. She became faintly aware of Fyrah's uncontrolled screaming and realized that she was no better.

As whatever this tentacle-like thing gripped around inside her, it surprised them both with something new. A soft, almost unnoticeable at first, vibrating originated from the thing's base that caused the walls of Cirella's groin to contract around it violently. Just as the sensation travelled up her insides, she made one last attempt to bring herself away from the wanton desire, but she either had no strength remaining or the thing had a hold on her or perhaps both. When the subtle vibrating reached the tip, which was wrapped around something inside Cirella's body, her mind went blank with pure bliss.

"Make...it...stop..." She moaned, knowing that the vibrations would intensify soon out of her control. Fyrah made some kind of incoherent whimpering sound as she no doubt was wishing for the same release. No matter how hard either of them had tried over the past ten minutes, they could not find that release, forced to the peak of desire without being able to do anything. The vibrating started to become unbearable, causing a magnificent sensation that sent waves of convulsive pressure throughout her body. Then, just as the vibrating seemed to reach a peak of its own, Fyrah surprised Cirella with strength she did not know she had, or maybe was the invention of the thing that took hold of them both, whatever it was. She pushed herself off Cirella and looked groggily across her body, eyes eventually honing in on her breasts. She started to descend.

"No...Fyrah, please don't do this..." She whispered, but her lips enclosed her nipple again, finally pushing her over the edge again just like before. She screamed as Fyrah sucked the fluid out from her breast, but muffled moans told her that Fyrah had been released too from the reverie.

Free at last, she thought to herself while the tentacle retreated back into Fyrah's body. It was far from over, however, and Cirella lost control of herself once again when she felt her own length shove itself completely into her friend again, starting the whole ordeal over. Although she fought with her strength against it, there was no denying that she enjoyed every second, and eventually was forced to succumb to her carnal urges.

At least, succumb was the right word for the first few days of it.

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