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Ägir
26.3%
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Empusa
21.1%
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Living Scabbard
21.1%
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Melusine
31.6%
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Jul 29, 2023 9:47 PM
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Don't forget to vote in the other brackets! Bracket 1: https://myanimelist.net/forum/?topicid=2109337 Bracket 2: https://myanimelist.net/forum/?topicid=2109266 Bracket 3: https://myanimelist.net/forum/?topicid=2109332 ÄGIR Family: Mermaid Type: Giant Habitat: Oceans, far reaches of the continental shelf Disposition: Calm, stoic, hospitable, modest Diet: Omnivorous, Spirit energy Ägir (EH-jeer) are giants of the sea and protectors of the oceanic realm of Michiko. Sporting a humanoid torso and a fish tail, the average ägir is well above three meters long and has skin of a blue or greenish tint. Tasked by Michiko with the safety of her realm, from the coastlines to the outer reaches, many ägir spend long stretches of time in solitude with at least one ägir assigned to a quadrant of the continental shelf at any one time. Though ägir stoically accept this lonesome duty they will gladly take an opportunity to interact with others. They may invite passengers of passing ships or seaborne mamono that have strayed nearby into their halls. An ägir’s hospitality is well renowned, and being given such an invitation is both considered a great honor and seen as a sign of good fortune by seafarers. Many seafarers and Michikona maintain a tradition of gifting a small trinket, such as a sea-shell necklace, to an ägir they encounter, which will be returned to their home temple upon completion of her assignment. Sometimes an ägir will also invite another mamono to join her as she undertakes her duty to lessen her loneliness. While encounters with ägir are considered good fortune by most seafarers, they are the bane of Michiko’s enemies and those who would render harm upon her subjects. Mermaid poachers especially do well to fear their wrath as they are sure to be destroyed with utmost prejudice if discovered. When encountering particularly grave threats, ägir are able to assume a true giant form that can range anywhere from 15 to 50 meters in height, inspiring awe and fear in all those who behold her. In this form, she wields powerful magic to control the oceans around her. As this feat consumes enormous amounts of energy, such transformations are rarely heard of however and require long periods of recuperation after use. Assignments to a particular quadrant of the ocean typically last for a full year at least. The largest concentration of ägir can be found in the Sanctuary of Resplendent Vigilance, a giant temple complex found beneath the waves, due west of the Isle of Blue Glass. This temple is separated into nine enormous sections or halls, and which hall an ägir lives in indicates to which area of Michiko’s domain her assignments will usually lead her. This place is also where most new ägir are born. Due to the often solitary nature of their assignments everywhere on the continental shelf, many ägir face even lower than average odds of chance encounters with men than the average Michikona. Because of this Michiko occasionally supplies the temple with human men, usually volunteers, to bolster the spirits and numbers of her loyal servants. To be offered this chance is considered a great honor among such men as are born and raised in Michiko’s underwater realm. Even among mamono, ägir suffer from a particularly low chance of conceiving a child and so anytime one of them is born is cause for great celebration in the temple. Perhaps to make up for that fact an ägir’s average lifespan far eclipses that of their smaller mermaid cousins. Ägir are almost never observed on dry land, as their power is greatly diminished there, and even an invitation by a cherished friend will often be declined. Seeing one of them on land is a special occasion indeed, and it is considered a great honor by those she visits. Such a visit is sure to awaken the baser desires of opportunists however, as an ägir’s blood, similar to that of a mermaid, is a potent medicine and magical ingredient. Though unlike the blood of a mermaid, its potency is far greater and will never fade. Other than their husbands, few indeed ever get to experience the bolstering effects of their blood. Most encounters between ägir and men occur in the Sanctuary of Resplendent Vigilance, where men will typically be married to three to five women belonging to the same hall, no more than half of which will ever be on assignment at a time. Most men who come to live in the temple in this way spend the remainder of their lives there, never straying far from their loving wives. However, if an ägir should chance across a man while not in the temple she will pursue him for herself and only herself. If such a union is made she will ensure that the bond between the two is forged from unbreakable links and she will henceforth prefer to never let him out of her sight. The man will enjoy her renowned hospitality every day and accompany her on her assignments. An ägir with a husband of her own is also much more likely to spend her time not on assignments in other populated areas of Michiko’s realm to give her man the chance to experience all that the world underwater has to offer. Other mamono would do well not to flirt with an ägir’s husband, as they may find her calm and gentle demeanor to be replaced with stern anger at such an affront. Name That Mamono: Ingrid At 36 years old Ingrid is the youngest member of the hall of Hevring. Since turning 30 she has twice been assigned to watch over a quadrant of ocean close to the northwestern Kiokan coast. There she was able to form a few friendships thanks to a few smaller settlements located within her assigned quadrant. Ingrid has skin of light-greenish tint and long dark hair. At a length of 3.3 meters she is considered of average length for her kind, though she secretly wishes she was a bit smaller. Encouraged perhaps by the youth of its protector, an enterprising pirate recently formed plans to threaten and extort a small community of mermaids living within Ingrid’s quadrant. In the ensuing confrontation Ingrid transformed into her true giant form and sank the small pirate flotilla in a storm of gales and waves. This act earned her a measure of fame among Michikona and infamy among the pirate freebooters and bought her an early release from her assignment. She received a commendation from Michiko herself and has been granted an extended leave of 10 years to recoup the expended energy. After having returned the mermaids’ gifts to the hall of Hevring Ingrid has taken to traveling the most densely populated regions of Michiko’s realm in search of new friends and experiences. She has also taken a keen interest in watching from afar the goings-on in the various port cities she has come across. Secretly she also hopes to meet that special someone to whom she can give her all. Though she would never admit it she is self-conscious about her size considering that men tend to be significantly smaller than herself. EMPUSA Family: Succubus Type: Fiend Habitat: Urban areas Disposition: Lustful, self-conscious, loyal Diet: Omnivorous; spirit energy Empusai (emm-PYOO-sigh) are mid-tier fiend mamono with alluring bodies and minor shapeshifting capabilities. Their most defining feature is having one brass or silver leg; individuals with the latter are much rarer and more powerful than the former and therefore are regarded as nobility. Like succubi empusai are naturally gifted magic casters with high libidos, though they are known by some as devourers of flesh. When aroused or experiencing strong emotions trace amounts of mana leak from their eyes and hair to giving them the appearance of being engulfed in flames. An empusa (emm-PYOO-sah) can use her metallic leg as if it was a normal one, and the leg itself provides the extra power needed to not have its high weight hinder her mobility, but she needs to be wary of entering any body of water without proper magical assistance for she will sink like a brick otherwise. The leg is sturdy, cannot bleed, and the added mass makes her kicks pack the biggest punch of any fiend type. Furthermore, the leg lacks normal senses like touch or pain but is an excellent conductor of both electricity and spirit energy, funneling it directly into her womanhood for better or worse. Empusai have shapeshifting capabilities but cannot shapeshift their metal legs, which confines them to shapes with humanoid legs. They are especially good at mimicking other mostly humanoid mamono like inari or elves. “Wearing” inhuman features, even their own succubus features, costs them a small amount of mana to maintain, so their resting form is that of a human woman. Oddly enough, while empusai can manifest any of the three major succubus features (horns, wings, and tail), for some reason they can never manifest more than two at the same time, which ironically renders them unable to mimic their closest relatives the succubi. Empusai usually have lustful personalities similar to those of their succubus relatives with the caveat that most empusai are highly self-conscious about their metal legs (though much less so for the silver legged ones). Hence they have mastered the art of covering their legs with dresses, long skirts, and especially thigh-high stockings. To draw attention away from their legs empusai often dress even more scandalously than succubi above the waist, with it not being uncommon for them to leave one or both breasts bare even when out in public. Being quite shy about revealing their lower halves many empusai have perfected the art of extracting spirit energy orally. They are renowned for their blow-jobs and cunnilingual skills as well as their endurance while deepthroating; an empusa with a gag reflex is rarer than a wurm with a PHD. While giving head might be a good way to extract spirit energy it is less effective at helping them get off themselves, but many empusai are highly reluctant to expose their womanhood and with it their metal legs. Instead, they double down on giving head and forgo their own climaxes. This has gained them a reputation as “devourers of flesh,” though that reputation has also been used by jealous competitors to unjustly paint them as savage cannibals. Ironically due to its conductive nature the metal leg is a major erogenous zone when an empusa lays with someone who has spirit energy, like a human or an angel. A mere light stroke can send an empusa into a howling orgasm. For the same reason some of the kinkier empusai are into electromancers. When it comes to a long-term relationship empusai desire partners they feel safe exposing their legs to, though unsurprisingly it varies greatly from individual to individual as to what criteria one must meet for an empusa to feel safe. Nevertheless, a partner that meets her criteria will find that an empusa wife is exceptionally loyal for a fiend type. Name That Mamono: Baroness Eglantine Athalia LIVING SCABBARD Family: Sword Devil Type: Majin Habitat: Anywhere humans can live Disposition: Arrogant, honorable, lustful Diet: Omnivorous; spirit energy Living scabbards are rare majin-type mamono whose mastery of bladed weapons is legendary, and knowing this gives them pride that rivals that of dragons and vampires. They might not have raw power to back up that pride, but their skill makes up the difference. Like most majin living scabbards can easily pass as human women. They exhibit the full range of skin and hair colors found among humans, sometimes with unusual (but not unnatural) hair colors, and most have steely gray eyes. Living scabbards are taller than human women on average, with average height among them at about 180 cm (5’ 11”). The most notable aspect of a living scabbard’s appearance is her grace. Living scabbards are known for their elegance and precision of motion; the simple pleasure of watching a sword maiden move is a seduction in and of itself. Living scabbards are roughly equal to lizardmen in strength and endurance, and their agility is at best slightly superior to that of an exceptional human gymnast. An average sword maiden has reflexes as fast as those of the fastest humans, but their most superhuman physical attribute is their hand-eye coordination. So precise are they that a living scabbard can easily knock a cigar out of someone’s mouth with a thrown dagger without harming the smoker, and the most skilled can cut the wings off a fly with a sword stroke. A living scabbard’s magical talents revolve around swords. From childhood a sword maiden learns both fencing and lucid dreaming techniques for manipulating her own dreamscape. Eventually she is able to craft a Dreamblade, an inherently magical sword that is the ultimate expression of her passion, her martial prowess, and her honor. Once created a Dreamblade can be summoned at will, and if destroyed it can simply be re-summoned. Because the Dreamblade is a part of the living scabbard’s mindscape effects that block conjuration can’t prevent it from being summoned, and as a mental construct a Dreamblade can affect illusions, incorporeal entities, and astral bodies. The appearance of a Dreamblade changes over time as the living scabbard’s personality evolves. Living scabbards can also, with practice, cast sword magics like conjuring a spectral blade to parry a surprise attack or placing magical enhancements on physical blades. The most proficient sorceresses can call down multiple swords on their enemies. Choosing a spouse is an affair of honor for living scabbards, but they have too high an opinion of their own martial abilities -- or too low an opinion of humans’ -- to require that a suitor defeat them in single combat (particularly a sword fight). Instead they expect a potential mate to be clever enough to arrange a contest that he can win, and they prefer that he be honorable enough to make it an even fight. They do require that it be a contest of skill rather than a game of chance, however. A man who meets these requirements and wins will find a living scabbard to be a devoted and enthusiastic partner who truly regards him as an equal, and knowing how that had to be achieved means living scabbards are always polite to each other’s husbands. A sword maiden will, of course, begin instructing her spouse in swordsmanship once they are married. Some time after a living scabbard becomes a bride her magic achieves its final evolution. A second Dreamblade springs into existence, and it is the embodiment of the couple’s love for each other and the strength of their marriage. The living scabbard cannot summon this sword into actuality… but her husband can. If the bond between the sword maiden and her spouse is strong enough the magic of this blade will be enough that a human wielding it can meet even the more powerful types of mamono in direct combat and have a fighting chance. Those who know of living scabbards understand the significance of a human wielding a Dreamblade, and even dragons and undead nobles will treat such a man as a being worthy of respect… for the true power of a living scabbard is that her devotion empowers a loving husband to become a hero. Name That Mamono: Moulinet des Mains-Rouges (mool-ee-NAY deh mahn-ROOJ) At this point Moulinet has abandoned hope that she’ll ever find a husband. There’s little chance of meeting a man who can match her skill with a blade, her cleverness is great enough that she has defeated all comers in riddle games and battles of wits, and it’s not as if a human is even capable of dueling with magic. Though her elders think that the tender age of 172 is far too young to have given up, the poor girl fears that she’ll die a virgin unless there’s a man out there who can come up with a contest that is both fair and something at which he has a chance of winning… and that would have to happen, for Moulinet is too honest to take a dive. MELUSINE Family: Mermaid Type: Fiend Habitat: Fresh water Disposition: Creative, melancholic, lustful Diet: Omnivorous; spirit energy In addition to being capable spellcasters melusine are also intelligent problem solvers. No scholar has been able to explain why, but many melusine are obsessed with masonry, architecture, and especially labyrinthine structures. Many a great architect in the history of Arcadia turned out to be a melusine. Melusine are also known to request frivolous conditions to be set by both partners, to which the other must adhere, before entering a relationship. Because melusine have both mermaid and succubus features scholars have argued endlessly over how they should be classified. The classification that has gained the most traction has the melusine as a member of the mermaid family but also a fiend type as their blood has more in common with succubus blood than mermaid blood. Like mermaids Melusine can shapeshift into a form that is better suited to moving on land; their terrestrial form moprhs the fish tail into something more like what nereids have where otherwise a succubus tail would be. A melusine’s powerful wings are not suitable for flight. Instead, they act more as a pair of back-mounted flippers that make them deceptively fast and agile while in the water. Melusine are capable magic wielders, and true to their succubus nature eromancy is usually the first magic school they try their hands at. Furthermore they have sharp, creative minds but are also prone to bouts of melancholy. Melusine keep their minds trained by regularly challenging themselves with puzzles, conundrums, paradoxes, and/or logical problems. If presented with a particularly challenging problem they can brood on it for hours on end while forgetting the entire world around them. Melusine tend to have several peculiar interests or obsessions. One such obsession, which is especially noteworthy as it is shared among the majority of melusine, is a boundless fascination with masonry, architecture and all manner of structures. This fascination has led to, despite them being aquatic mamono, there being more geomancers than hydromancers among the melusine. It is also a major determining factor as to where a Melusine will prefer to settle down, with them even willing to settle down in a pond or large fountain if it is next to a great work of architecture. Be warned, though, so far all attempts at basing a system of government around melusine laying in ponds and distributing swords has been met with catastrophic failure. A melusine's greatest weakness is that she isn’t naturally able to provide her husband with a water-breathing spell, and hence she will have to either study hydromancy or partner up with another mamono who can. Melusine like to set odd and frivolous conditions for their partner(s) to adhere to in the relationship, and they like for their partner to come up with similar conditions for them as well. They then take great joy in trying to come up with creative ways to either circumvent the conditions or to break them. Failing to adhere to such a demand is usually “punished” by having to provide a sexual service to their partner, which for a member of the succubus family is no punishment at all. Melusine are perfectly capable of having sex in either their aquatic or terrestrial form and do not seem to have a specific preference for one or the other -- in fact many melusine like to switch between forms during nookie. While it is complicated and requires focus, transforming mid-act is perfectly safe for the partner and provides them with a unique sexual experience. Name That Mamono: Palatyne Palatyne is an intelligent girl, but she is also only eighteen years old. Just like humans, even smart young mamono tend to do brilliant things that those boring old people would call “reckless” or “plain stupid.” In Palatyne’s case she ignored her mother’s warnings and secretly experimented with advanced eromancy spells without reading the part in the tomes that talked about what exactly those spells did, because "I ain’t got time for that!" Thus she accidentally cast a seal on her own womb and womanhood that has prevented her from receiving any sexual relief since. The spell, however, has not stopped her lust from slowly building up, nor has it stopped her sexual fantasies from running wild; bondage especially has been pogo-sticking through her mind recently. Obviously the most sensible way to deal with the problem was to zealously hide it from her mom and try to find a way to dispel the spell in secret. To her dismay that has proven quite the problem, as it requires frequent vaginal sex with the same man. By now her desire is pent-up so much that the seal has begun to glow, which makes it a lot harder to hide it from her mother, so she has left her home in northern Amarante to go on a long solo “soul searching” journey. At least, that is what she told her mom to buy herself some more time to sort this mess out. |
tygertygerAug 11, 2023 9:58 PM
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Aug 11, 2023 9:59 PM
#2
Looks like we have an h-off to resolve here. Empusa vs. Living Scabbard... FIGHT! |
"When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
Aug 22, 2023 9:00 PM
#3
En Garde “It won’t work, dearie,” the holstaurus matron said. I smiled politely and didn’t contradict her. She had graciously taken me in when I arrived in this strange world months ago, and she meant well, so I listened as she tried to talk me out of my admittedly uncertain course. “Moulinet is a traditional girl. You can’t win her without a successful challenge, and she has beaten every challenger so far. You cannot defeat her in a clash of steel or battle of wits, and a duel of magic is impossible for you. Yes, she is beautiful, and I know that she wants you, too, but I fear that she is beyond your reach.” “So what are you saying, that I should just give up?” I suspected I knew what her answer was going to be. Mama Latoya’s heart was in the right place – nestled firmly behind those massive breasts – but she wasn’t exactly unbiased. The elder mamono shook her head. “Not at all. I merely suggest that you seek comfort in the arms of girls who are attainable. There are several young women in town who would be happy to have you, and most of them would not mind sharing. Take Diamelle, for example…” That name conjured a vision of a platinum blonde alice with ash-gray eyes and a radiant smile. “She might look like a child, but she is in truth nearly three-hundred years old. She would love having a ‘big brother’ to take care of her. And Natalie has already offered to wrap you in her coils and ‘constrict your little snake’ whenever you want.” I suppressed a grin at that; Natalie was gorgeous, despite the snake parts, and if she did everything else as well as she did those stolen kisses she would be a lot better than the best I’d ever had. “And of course there’s my Latrice and her friend Courtney. They’re lovely girls, and they share everything.” She favored me with a leer and added, “And I do mean everything.” I sighed. Of course Mama Latoya would put in a plug for her daughter, and Latrice’s cute capybara friend was a bonus. “I hear what you’re saying, mama, but my heart is set on Moulinet. I know my chances aren’t good, but I think she and I would be really happy together. I have to try.” Mama Latoya smiled and patted my arm. “Of course you do, dearie, I understand. Go try to win your girl.” She got up on her tip-toes and kissed my cheek. “And after she breaks both your hearts by winning, go talk to Latrice and Courtney. They’ll be saddened by not being your first choice, but they will still accept you.” “Thanks, mama,” I said. I straightened my clothes and made a vain attempt to tame my unruly hair. “I’ll be home in time for dinner, hopefully with a guest.” “Don’t you fret, dear. I’m sure we’ll have an extra at the table tonight… one way or another.” She turned and walked away humming a spritely tune that sounded like a wedding march. I let out a breath to calm myself before making my way to the training grounds. I arrived just in time to see the last class of the day dismissed. The young mamono bowed and thanked their teacher before dispersing to their homes. Moulinet never glanced my way while fielding some last minute questions, but I sensed that she knew I was there. Not until the last student was gone did she turn to look at me. “Good evening, Marcus. I am afraid I am not giving any more lessons today, but I am glad you are showing an interest. Perhaps tomorrow?” I shook my head. “I’m not here for fencing lessons, ‘Nay,” I said. “I’m here to challenge you for your hand.” “I see.” Hope flared briefly in her eyes before anticipated disappointment forced it down. “And what weapon do you choose? Not spells, of course. Perhaps riddles, or an obstacle race? Or do you insist on the sword?” As she spoke her hand idly strayed toward the empty scabbard where a saber should’ve been. I didn’t stand a chance in any of the contests she mentioned, but a sudden inspiration gripped me, and I knew how to win both my happiness and hers. “No, none of those,” I said. “The weapon I choose is… compliments.” Moulinet’s hand stopped a finger’s breadth from the handle of her missing sword. “Excuse me?” “We will duel with compliments.” I shot her a flirtatious grin and said, “After all, I could never hope to outduel a master swordswoman like you.” “Thank you, but…” Her face lit with a smile as comprehension dawned. “Ah! I see the duel has already begun! Well struck, sir, first blood to you.” “Thank you,” I replied. “I knew you would catch on quickly; your mind is as sharp as your blade.” “And you have more silver in your tongue than I have in my purse, good sir,” she said. “It’s not mere glibness, Lady Moulinet.” I took a step toward her, and something in my eyes drove her back a step. “I admire your passion for your art, and your dedication to excellence, and how you strive to encourage both in your students. You’re not only a master fencer, but a master teacher, the best of both that I’ve ever known.” “Oh… thank you.” Hope started to shine in her eyes again… but she was Moulinet des Mains-Rouges, and she would never give up without a fight. I might have picked a contest that I had a chance of winning, but I still had to win. “I appreciate how you chose to compliment my character and skill before my beauty. Most men would have let their lust guide them through this contest, but you are above that.” “Not so far as you might think,” I said, “I most certainly noticed your beauty.” I took another step toward her, and again she retreated a step. “The way your hair catches the light is like a sunrise over the water. The steel in your eyes as you face a worthy opponent inspires me.” I stepped forward again, and this time she hesitated before she stepped back. “The look of triumph on your face when you figure out a difficult spell takes my breath away.” “I see that your eyesight is perfect, sir,” Moulinet said. She blushed as she added, “Your eyes are as keen as they are comely.” My smile grew broader as I took another step. “I’m not the only comely one here.” I raised my hand toward her face, but lowered it again when I saw the desire to lean back and the desire to lean in warring in her eyes. “I can’t see the curve of your lips without thinking about kisses.” I advanced again, and this time she didn’t retreat. “And you don’t smile often, but when you do, I am lost. I have fought battles and won victories, but I lose against that smile every time.” I took another step, and this time she stepped forward to close the gap between us. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever met, and whatever life I can make for myself in this world, I want to make it with you.” Moulinet’s mouth worked, but no sound came out and tears poured down her face. With a cry of joy she leaped into my arms and buried her face against my neck. I just stroked her hair and let her cry. When she finally stopped shaking she muttered something unintelligible between sobs. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that?” I said. “The victory is yours,” she repeated. “As am I.” After disengaging from my embrace she made a motion of drawing a sword, and a shining saber seemingly made of crystal materialized in her grasp. Moulinet knelt and laid that sword at my feet. “I yield myself to you. By day I am your sword, and by night I am your sheath. This I swear, by the blade that is my all.” I handed the sword back to Moulinet and helped her to her feet. “First, you don’t kneel to me,” I said. She smirked, and I added, “Well, not unless it’s for something fun. Second, I guess we have to plan a wedding now.” She shot me a confused look and said, “But… we just had one.” “Hold on, you mean that oath was… ?” “How my people sanctify a marriage, yes,” she said. “I take it things are done differently where you are from?” “A lot differently.” I blew out a breath and said, “Well, I guess I need to move into your place tonight, then. Good thing I don’t have much.” “Actually, I should move in with you,” Moulinet said. “That will make it more convenient when you want to be with Latrice or Courtney.” That sent my eyebrows toward the sky. “Uh… excuse me?” She rolled her eyes. “Come now, Marcus. You know what the ratio of women to men is here. I hardly dared hope that I would become your wife, but I never believed that I would be your only wife. Once our first child is born, or by the end of the third year, you will be expected to take other wives. Mama Latoya has been trying to set you up with Latrice since you arrived, and she and Courtney share everything.” “Three wives?!? Do all the men here have two or three wives?” “Oh, no,” said Moulinet as she dismissed her Dreamblade, “Most have four or five.” “Ah,” I said. I let that sink in, then I put my arm around my bride’s waist and guided her toward Mama Latoya’s. “I’d better eat a hearty meal then; I’m going to need my strength.” “You have no idea,” Moulinet whispered into my ear before giving the lobe a playful nip. “I know how to handle all kinds of swords.” I leaned in to let my breath tickle her ear and whispered, “It’s a good thing I know my way around a scabbard, then.” She giggled as she slipped her arm around me, and we stayed wrapped around each other like that the rest of the way home. |
"When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
Aug 22, 2023 9:25 PM
#4
Midnight Musings "I don’t like how Zenobia Vespertilio the Third has let herself go," Elegantine whispered. Is she afraid the fruit bat might still be able to hear her, even through the thick oaken doors and two floors separating them? Amaya thought to herself. The baroness shifted back into her humanoid form; amused with her shapeshifting ability, the countess had requested that the baroness assume a fruit bat form during dinner and the baroness had obliged. While she tried not to show it, Amaya noticed that the feat had been taxing on her covenant partner. The bruises and puncture marks on her bosom had begun to fade, but the empusa was still very much recovering from the marchioness’ “kiss” a week ago. "What do you mean she let herself go?" Amaya asked, even though deep down she already knew the answer. Also, why does she keep referring to the countess by her full name? "Well, you know...” Elegantine continued whispering while gesturing to her belly. “I don’t want to talk bad about someone of such noble standing, but Zenobia Vespertillia the Third sure has put on a lot of weight." While a crude remark, there was a genuine concern for Zenobia’s wellbeing in her voice. "I wonder why that is,” Amaya replied jokingly; surely the baroness could not be this obtuse. Then again, she was the only aristocrat in the whole of central Elisabeth who believed the countess to be as important as she proclaimed herself to be. Is that is why the marchioness has sent us beyond the literal edge of civilization to do a messenger’s job? she pondered. “I bet it’s those plums Zenobia Vespertillia the Third keeps snacking on. They are really tasty, but there is such a thing as eating too much, am I right?” Elegantine replied in all seriousness as she put her silver earrings on the night counter. While the baroness had her flaws, having poor taste in fashion was most certainly not one of them. Her silver jewelry complimented her silver leg and blue dress quite exquisitely. The swordswoman raised an eyebrow, her employer’s thick-headedness had surprised her yet again. Speaking about thicc, hello there! Her heart fluttered as Elegantine bent over to take off her high heels. Focus, Amaya! she chastised herself. “There most certainly is such a thing as eating too much, but I don’t think the countess is. She is not getting fat if that is what you meant." "Don't be silly, Zenobia Vespertillia the Third ‘s tummy is getting hu... oooh," the blue-haired beauty gasped as realization began to dawn on her. "You think Zenobia Vespertillia the Third is pregnant!?" "I'm certain of it," Amaya replied. "But how? You think one of the servants is a futanari?" Elegantine barely managed to contain her excitement. Meanwhile Amaya could not help but notice that there was not a single hint of judgment in her voice. So there might be a chance, just like mom with Miyu’s mom! her internal voice celebrated. It was becoming harder by the day to suppress her burgeoning feelings for the baroness of Athalia. In her three years of service Amaya had come face to face with plenty of her flaws, but she was beginning to see more and more of her virtues too. For one, she could be genuinely happy for someone without trying to spin it such that it somehow benefitted her as well... which was more than could be said for the marchioness and her gaggle of scheming sycophants. Compared to them Elegantine was a breath of fresh air, even if the marchioness manipulated her as a useful idiot. "I don’t think either one of them is, but even if they were they cannot be the sire. Can’t remember seeing any bat type in that village either. So, you will have to ask her tomorrow if you would like to know,” Amaya replied. “I will. I need to know now,” Elegantine said as she slipped out of her dress. Amaya gulped. This wasn’t the first time she had seen the baroness without her clothes -- she wasn’t particularly shy about revealing herself -- and every time it had instantly turned her on. Today was no exception. To make matters worse the baroness liked to sleep naked. “Eehm… You do realize we share a bed tonight, right?” “Obviously, there is only one bed,” the baroness stated as she completely missed the point. Amaya sighed. This posed a problem, for there was already a pleasant warmth spreading through her nethers and it would only be getting worse if she were to lay down next to her mistress. Would she even be able to keep a straight face? So what? She lays with the maids, so why not with her bodyguard too? the part of her that lusted for Elegantine argued. This was the most unfortunate time to be having such thoughts, yet she kept failing to suppress them. “Sooo… you want me to… eehm… take off my clothes too?” she stammered. “My sister always said, ‘A smart girl always sleeps naked, so that she is ready should a man find his way to her bed.’” After a brief moment of contemplation her face lit up. “Oh, maybe that is how! I bet Zenobia Vespertilio the Third also sleeps naked; she obviously is a smart woman.” Gosh, she is so sexy when she gets excited! Nevertheless Amaya also felt that something was wrong, yet could not immediately put her finger on it. Then suddenly realization struck her. Her flames! Her flames are missing. She must be in a way worse condition than I thought! Amaya, you blind idiot! For once both her lustful half and her reserved half were in agreement; Elegantine needed mana right now. So she put her Ōdachi away and began to unwrap her sarashi. “I could not help but notice that your flames are gone -- they should be there when you get excited. It is not good for you to be this starved for mana. So please allow me to help. I might not be a man, but I too can restore your mana by sharing mine.” There was a moment of silence while Elegantine’s brain tried to process this unexpected turn of events. “You can do that?” the empusa eventually asked. “But what about you then?” If there had been any reservations left within Amaya, they immediately evaporated with these simple words of worry for her well-being. Despite her flaws, Elegantine was worthy of her trust. “It is my sworn duty to uphold my half of our covenant, and that includes providing you with my own mana whenever you need it. As for me, no need to worry. We cambions are barely affected by being low on mana,” Amaya said resolutely. “Our covenant says that?” Elegantine seemed quite surprised. Amaya could not tell whether the empusa had simply forgotten that part of their covenant, or whether she had never fully understood it to begin with, but whatever it was did not really matter right now. “It does. So will you let me share my mana with you?” Amaya asked as she finished unwrapping her sarashi to free her sizable bosom. No longer caring whether Elegantine would notice her arousal, Amaya’s shoes and remaining clothes followed suit immediately after. "I suppose… How does it work?" Having obtained the baroness’ assent, her lustful half took over. She sat down on the bed and gently took Elegantine’s head in her hands. She could not resist stealing a brief kiss before slowly guiding her towards her bosom. “They are yours all night long,” were Amaya's last, husky, words before passion and desire took over the wheel. |
MetallumOperaturAug 23, 2023 4:32 AM
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Aug 23, 2023 5:02 PM
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The decision is in, and after much deliberation this contest has been called in favor of... the empusa! |
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