Who's the Sweetest?
Halfling
29.4%
5
Lusca
29.4%
5
Moon Bride
41.2%
7
17 votes
| HALFLING LUSCA MOON BRIDE Don't forget to vote in the other brackets! Bracket 1: https://myanimelist.net/forum/?topicid=2179327 Bracket 3: https://myanimelist.net/forum/?topicid=2179325 Bracket 4: https://myanimelist.net/forum/?topicid=2179324 |
tygertygerSep 21, 2024 10:07 PM
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
| A Servant When She Reigneth The high lady swung her fist, sweeping everything from the glorious marble desk to scatter across the floor in a skitter of parchment, sputtering flames, and crunching metal as the mass of items collided with the far stone wall. The dragonnewt maids jumped from the sudden outburst, many of them shying away from the angered dragon. “Tell. Me. Again,” Ithria demanded, smoke rolling from her lips as small orange flames flickered in the back of her throat. She leaned on her desk, glowering down at Madel, towering over the halfling with her seven-foot frame. Imposing, beautiful, and filled with a royal hatred for what Madel had just informed her of. The red-haired halfling took another deep breath and read her master's emotions. Rage, hatred, disbelief, and interest clouded the dragon’s mind. “A false dragon has taken up your name, my lady,” the maid said calmly, knowing how to skirt the dragon's anger. “Where?” the dragon growled, her claws digging into the immaculate desk. A shame really, it was a pretty piece. The dwarven carvers would be saddened at the damage to their gift, but they would understand. “Here in Teremir,” the maid continued, letting the dragon's piercing gaze settle on her rather than the room. “The current word is she caught a man using your name.” She would entice the lady a little more, it would burn her fire hotter and faster. Judging by the lashing tail that threatened to knock over her ornate chair, it was working. “Come,” she ordered, stalking around the desk and towards the door. Good. She was angry. As any noble who’s name had been stolen should be. She was acting more and more noble every day. The smaller maid quickly followed the master of the keep, her much smaller steps coming faster to keep up with the long strides of the giant. “Now my lady, you cant go into this aggressively,” she said, keeping pace with the dragon at a light jog now. She’d riled the dragon up enough to go after a mate, now she just had to keep the noblewoman from killing someone in broad daylight. “And why, in the name of Tiamat not?” Ithria demanded, rounding on her tiny right hand woman. “Why shan't I rend this fool limb from limb? She who would be so remiss to use MY name to court some lowlife male? I will do as is my Lordly-given right and end her bloodline the moment I see her!" The rage practically boiled underneath the dragon's scales, her body radiating heat as she turned away from the maid. “Because you cannot kill one of your subjects in the middle of town!” the halfling quickly said back, getting a huff of flame from the dragon as she turned aside. Madel looked both ways down the hall, finding no one else in view. “Look, my lady,” she started off diplomatically, “There are things you can do as a leader of mamono, and there are things you cannot. This woman has stolen your name, yes, but this does not warrant murder.” The dragons eyes narrowed, and she leaned closer to the halfling. Madel took a step back from the roiling thunder beneath the woman’s psyche, causing the dragon to advance until Madel’s back was pressed against the wall and the dragon loomed over her. “You forget your place,” she growled. “N-no My lady, this is serious. You have an image to uphold. Murder is not something you want the general population doing. Especially over a male,” she said, holding her parchment against her chest as she looked up. The dragon looked thoughtful for a moment before she glowered down at the maid “Who said this was about a male? This is about my name.” “And yet, all the girls will see is you swooping in, yelling about falsehoods, and killing someone to take their man,” she said pointedly, causing the dragon to blink and step back. Now no longer cornered, the maid stepped forward and brushed her uniform off. “I see…” was all the dragon said. She never could admit when she was wrong, but Madel knew. Madel could feel her anger subside into something more thoughtful. The noblewoman began walking once more, and Madel followed. ---- How did things end up like this? I swear I was just sitting at home after work, watching TV. I had to play it back in my head. Get home, throw my bag on the couch, flop on said couch. I remember turning on the TV but… Next I remember I was in some bar, a really weird one. It was mostly women, and at first I didn't notice anything wrong. I mean, the bartender kinda looked sick; she had these orange hives all over her hands and face, but she looked at me kinda weird when I asked about them. She was hot though. I remember thinking, What a pretty bartender even as I was whisked away by some other woman. She was strong -- and a cosplayer, judging by the yellow wings and tail. I remember staring at those wings for a long while before looking around to the rest of the room. Cool, so this was a cosplay bar. It certainly felt like it. Everything was wood and old-timey, the glasses were expensive looking, and the alcohol was expensive looking, too. Unfortunately the company wasn't very good. I mean, the lady just droned on and on about how she was the ruler of this city, how I was lucky to be in her presence, some real red flags. She spoke as if she were the main character, didn't bring up anything else other than how great she was. Suddenly this redhead came bursting in. Another cosplayer for sure, but she was massive. I swear she had to have stilts on underneath those scales to reach that high, but she walked with fluid grace, and she had a much smaller… friend? Daughter? They looked very similar. Either way, they bee-lined towards our table and after some choice words from the giantess, my “date” quickly up and left. I barely understood what they were saying, it sounded so foreign to me. The tall woman huffed and literal fire leapt from her throat. Some seriously cool cosplay right there. She grabbed my arm and hauled me up before I could even drink. Now here I was, sitting in a castle keep, with a maid in front of me. My head was spinning at the view in front of me. We’d practically flown through the streets, but I certainly wasn't in Kansas anymore. The town itself was a veritable spikestrip of tall red-roofed buildings, with bustling people -- mamono, as the maid had informed me -- dashing to and fro. My mind boggled at the size of this keep, and the fact that everything around me felt so real. Was this a convention of some kind? No, couldn't be. Too many hot ladies. “Hey, are you listening master?” the maid asked, suddenly waving her hand in front of my face. Her orange, scaled, and very sharp clawed hand. She huffed in annoyance. “You weren’t.” “I-I was!” I blurted out defensively, getting a raised red eyebrow from the woman. “Right, as I was saying, as an uninitiated male arriving in our territory, it falls to Lady Ithria to integrate you into this new place. I know it can be stressful, but please do your best to…” her voice was cut off as the door was thrown open and the seven foot frame of the redhead ducked through the doors. Her eyes fixated on the maid, then me, then the maid again. “You, male,” she growled, her voice low and gravelly, with that hint of smoke trailing from her lips and that light at the back of her throat. Really convincing cosplay. I don't know if I’m even convincing myself at this point. “I have made an extra seat at today's dinner. You will join,” she said simply, as if it were a fact. As if I were someone to boss around. As hungry as I was, it irked me that she would immediately demand my presence after stealing me from a bar where the previous girl clearly had some screws loose. “And If I say no?” I asked, getting a flash of rage from the woman's eyes before she lumbered forwards. Her scaled hand reached out and grabbed me by the front of the shirt and she stood up to her full height, leaving me dangling above the floor as she glared at me from close up. Her breath smelled of a bonfire and whiskey, an odd combo that was pleasant on the mind, but her attitude had a whole other deal of problems that I couldn't get behind. “You don't get to say no,” she huffed, the heat of her breath and the small flames licking at my face. Okay. Note to self, don't say no to the big dragon. I nodded my compliance meekly, and she let go of my shirt, letting me fall the few feet down to the ground. “Good boy,” she grumbled, turning on one toe, and leaving. Her tail moved behind her, swaying like a lizard’s as she walked off, catching the door and knocking it shut as she walked. The maid next to me sighed and put a hand to her face. “I apologize for the lady. We have had a rough couple of weeks,” she said, coming around to stand in front of me. I was a little dumbfounded; everything that had just happened was real. All of it. The maid gently pushed me back towards the bed. “Rest” she said, laying me down fully. “Think about what you’ve seen, I can see it sinking in. I will tell the lady that no was the answer, this time. But you will have to eat at some point,” She said, standing prim and proper next to the bed. She did a cute little head tilt that made her red hair fall past luxurious golden horns. They framed her face quite well, actually. With that, she turned and left. ---- The next morning the same maid was at my door holding a platter of food. “Good morning, sir. I was asked to bring you something to make up for last night,” she said. She didn't even need to say anything, I was absolutely starving. I ate four whole fried eggs and what must have been a half a pound of pork of some kind. It could have used some salt, but the spices were certainly on point. She sat and watched me eat, standing off to the side ready to take my plate when I was done. “How are you liking the arrangements? Is everything comfortable?” she asked, holding the silver tray to her chest. “It is plenty comfortable,” I said, unsure where to take the conversation “You feel trapped, though,” the woman said, looking at me pointedly. “A little,” I admitted, feeling a bit like a princess in a castle. There was a dragon and everything. “Most people around dragons tend to feel that way. They have a certain presence.” She hummed and reached out to accept my now empty plate. “So she really is a dragon?” I asked, feeling a little stupid. “Oh yes, just wait until you see her ancestral form,” she giggled. “Now, I'm to take you to get some clothes and get acquainted with the town, Lady’s orders. She doesn't want to set you out on your own without clothes.” She smiled softly. “Dragon lesson one, this is an apology.” I blinked at her words, glancing at my clothes compared to hers and I shrugged. Couldn't be much worse. ---- The day went rather well, all things considered. I didn't get threatened by a dragon, I got some clothes out of it, and I had a cute maid show me around town. She did bombard me with dragon facts and ways to skirt the wrath of one, which I was eternally grateful for. She even told me about the weak spot of all dragons! The reversed scale! This new place I found myself in was so interesting, so much better than that pencil-pusher job I left behind. Speaking of jobs, the maid even offered to employ me to assist with taxes and accounting for the dragon, an offer that I said I would think about. Once we returned, the maid took me to meet “the Lady Ithria” again. I had expected some kind of ornate chamber with a throne, instead I got an office that, while fancy, was rather spartan. It was large with a big stone desk and a big chair in front of a large window that looked out over the town. It made me feel like I was in some CEO’s office rather than a dragon’s lair. The big woman was seated at her desk holding up pieces of parchment and looking between the two. Her glare rose to meet us as we entered, and she huffed. “You brought the male?” “Yes my lady. He says he worked as a bookkeeper in his former life,” the maid immediately said before I could take issue. The dragon shot me a look and motioned me forwards. A little hesitantly, I stepped forward to sit in the chair across from her desk. It really was a massive desk, and she still made it look small. “Here,” the dragon growled, unceremoniously handing me the parchment she had been looking at. Immediately I understood why the maid had asked for help. The numbers on this chart were extensive, and they would be confusing for anyone who didn't look at figures their entire life. It was a record of taxes -- what went into the salary of official workers, what went into public works, and what the noble injected into the economy through these. How interesting, it seemed the noblewoman actually put in a decent sum from her own personal coffers each year. Her own company did rather well, and she paid her own taxes. I wouldn't have expected that of a dragon. Then I noticed something off with the taxes from the rest of the page. A company that appeared to be of similar size and competition only paid half of what she had. Weird. I showed it to the dragon and she growled, before passing me another sheet of parchment. Already it looked like some companies were paying way too little for what he could see of their assets, and there were certain projects in the public works that rose way above the others in cost. “I can help with this,” I muttered, looking at the paperwork. The maid standing behind the dragon grinned a Cheshire’s smile as the dragon and I focused on the paperwork. She kept us fed and offered tea as we worked, and I’ll admit working taxes with a dragon was quite the ride. She seemed to get excited at the prospect of profits to come, and saddened when she realized she’d taken too much from some. She seemed especially excited when I told her about the concept of interest. Eventually we had to stop for the night, though I was actually enjoying this side of her much more. She actually seemed like a diligent and honest worker, if money motivated… but then, who wasn't? ---- The next months flew by so fast I barely recognized them, though I did notice the big dragon woman getting more and more interested in me. It struck me as odd at first, and her questions were always blunt, but as I got more lessons in “dragonology” from her maid, I understood more and more. She had a noble title to upkeep her station, and also had the instinct to collect treasure. These two things combined made her extremely fond of the bookkeeping I was doing for her. Madel, the maid, was doing wonders to keep me from getting killed by an errant tail whip from the dragon, and she was always there to support me in various ways. Today would be the day of reckoning. Today was the day that everything had to be paid by, and judging by Madel’s happy steps it looked like everything had gone according to plan. She handed me breakfast and stood by the table like she had every other day this month, though she did speak this time “The Lady wishes to see you,” she said, holding the silver platter the same way she always did. “She said ‘It is time to show you the fruits of your labor,’” the maid giggled. “Did it look good?” I asked, getting a very energetic nod from Madel. “Very” she confirmed. “Well let's not waste any time then!” I said, standing to go meet the big dragon. Madel led me through the bowels of the castle, where the walls turned solid stone as the path took us underground. Seeing the path made me think, “dragons lair” as the rough stone bore through the mountain. Off in the distance I could see shining from flickering candlelight. As we grew closer I realized that the shine was the shine of gold. Through the entrance there was a veritable sea of gold in front of me. It covered the floor in waves and piles along with ornate swords, armor pieces, jewels, rugs, anything of significant value… and apparently anything “royal purple” was in here. The light from some high entrance cut out suddenly, and a wave of gold poured from above, spilling into the cavern as a whole. The beats of heavy wings came from above. A majestic red and gold dragon settled on the pile of gold, stretching out her long neck for a moment before she began to melt and shift. Her appearance shrunk and collapsed in on itself until it resembled the same money-obsessed dragon I had come to know. She stalked forward through the gold, her feet crunching upon possibly trillions worth as she walked towards me. She reached up with one massive clawed hand, gripping the breast of her red dress and quite literally ripping it from her frame. A dress of that quality would have cost thousands in my time, but the hunger I saw in her gaze as she approached was worth so much more. “You. Male,” she growled, pointing at me as she stopped on the edge of her gold pile. “Come,” she ordered. I stood there stunned for a moment, looking at the dragon that had shattered all my expectations. “What are you waiting for?” the maid asked, a sly smile on her lips. “Oh come now, you heard the lady.” She suddenly reached up to grab my head, drawing me down to her level for a kiss. She tasted of a bonfire, much like I expected of Ithria, and the taste shocked me out of my senses as her long tongue wrapped around mine. She pulled me by the collar of my shirt now, incredibly strong as she began furiously undoing my buttons. Suddenly, much like her mistress, she just tore away my clothing as well. Though I guess with so much money worrying about costs like clothes was a moot point. The dragon across the room let out an annoyed huff at her maid's antics and placed a hand on her hip. “Madel, don't drag this out,” she growled, remaining atop her sea of treasures. The halfling pulled away from me, leaving me panting as she extracted her long tongue from mine, staring up at me. “Mistress, we agreed I would be in charge when it came to your inability to be delicate,” she purred, turning her head towards the dragon. “I won’t sit by and let you kill the poor man with your size.” she turned back to look at me and smiled. Her hands slid lower, and I took that as an invitation to pull her close, my hands going to her tail, the odd appendage making a good handhold to draw her into another kiss as her hands began to roam. She found me ready and waiting from the dragons display and her passionate kiss, and her soft-palmed hand began to stroke as she remained careful with her claws. “Take notes, mistress,” she purred, shoving me towards a pile of lush rugs I assumed were used for bedding “Be gentle, but firm,” she purred, catching my heel with her foot to trip me into the carpets, catching me and laying me down gently. Her other hand came up to her own breast, gripping the maid uniform and ripping it off. Underneath it was a strappy set of black lingerie, one that excited me even more. Her hands came back to touch my skin, and I pulled her in. I didn't mind being used as a demonstration, especially not by the maid herself. She began peppering kisses across my skin, leaving little pinpricks of heat where her lips left me, going lower and lower, down my stomach towards my loins. “And this is the most important part,” she purred, nestling herself between my legs. “Be gentle, you don't want to break your mate,” she said to the dragon who was still huffing to herself in her pile of gold. Her lips touched me, and I couldn't help but let out a groan as the heat flooded against my skin, I reached out and grabbed at her on reflex, my hands falling on her horns. “See? Doesn't he just make the cutest noises?” the maid continued, peppering kisses along the member until she was satisfied, licking her lips with that long tongue before using it to trail along the underside. She kissed higher before pulling me into her warm throat, the tongue running circles as she began to bob her head up and down. I couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure. The heat, movement, and velvety softness combined meant I didn't last long at all. I warned her i was coming before I tensed, drawing her horns until her lips met my hips. She gulped and then pulled away, her long tongue coming off last as she looked up at me with playful eyes. Her tail wound around a bottle of some kind of liquid, bringing it up as she began to crawl up over me. “Drink this. It’ll give you the energy to satisfy the high lady…” she tipped the liquid into my throat. It tasted like some fruity drink I couldn't recognize. “…and me,” she purred against my ear. I had no idea how taxes turned into sex on a pile of gold, but I certainly wasn't going to be the one to complain. |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
| Under a Black Sun Camilla looked around in confusion. There was a field of grass that stretched as far as the eye could see. Only a handful of sickly lone trees broke up the monotone view, and strange irregularly shaped rocks jutted out of the ground. Where was she? Where was the cove, the camp, the trees? And more worryingly, where were the thugs, the melusine, Cassilda, anyone? What was going on here? She felt strangely detached. Like she was there, yet at the same time she was not. As if she was looking through someone else’s eyes. The wind was howling, yet it sounded distant. She looked up. It was day, yet the sky was dark and filled with stars. Strangest of all was the sun; it was darker than the blackest of black she had ever seen, like a void. It was surrounded by a ring of blindingly bright light that strangely curved into two connected perpendicular rings that both surrounded the black sun and bisected it. What was going on here? Camilla had been staring at the strange black sun when suddenly a strong feeling that someone or something was watching her arose. She jerked around. A huge tiger casually strolled towards her. It was taller than her, even though it walked on all fours. It was too close to run and too powerful to fight; not even a mighty jinko would be able to take this majestic giant on. No, Camilla would be its next easy meal, and strangely enough she could accept that fate. She closed her eyes and raised her chin exposing her throat to allow for a clean kill. Yet, nothing happened. When she opened her eyes again, the great beast walked past her without even acknowledging her existence. What was going on here? Only after the beast had long passed did she snap out of it. She looked down and noticed she was naked. Stranger still, she was slightly translucent. Fascinated she lifted her arm. While she could not truly see through the arm, she could see the bone, flesh, tendons, and veins inside. Mysteriously the parts she focused on became more clear while the others either became more translucent or opaque. Being able to see inside of herself was both bizarre and mesmerizing. Was she dreaming, perhaps? She pinched herself. It too felt dulled. What was going on here? Eventually Camilla realized she should not linger. She scanned the area and spotted a dirt path. Not knowing where else to go she followed it; it had to lead somewhere, right? Something meddled with her perception of time, space, or both, but after what felt like merely a minute the path had merged into a cobblestone road which snaked towards a humongous city that dwarfed even Alnor. The city had not been visible a moment ago, yet now she was already close enough to make out a fair bit of detail. Its walls were huge -- at least six stories tall if not more. Many buildings inside the city were at least another six stories taller than the walls. Even the tallest buildings in Alnor did not come close to having this many floors. Yet despite its size and the massive buildings, the road was empty. A ghost city, perhaps? The gate was open. In the middle of the road stood a fancy table. On it lay twelve envelopes carefully arranged in a circle. A gap suggested that likely there had been thirteen envelopes originally. One was addressed to her and another one to her sister Cassilda. The remaining envelopes were all addressed to “the Stranger.” While curious, her gut strongly advised against opening any envelope not addressed to her. What was going on here? --- Cassilda, You are hereby cordially invited to attend the masquerade. This invitation shall guide you to the dressing room where your costume will be waiting for you. H. P.S. Salvation lies in the tongue. --- A shiver went up Camilla’s spine; the play the yellow lady had made her study in part took place during a masked ball. The invitation raised more questions than it answered. Who was H.? Was she the masked lady? Who was this “the stranger” that had received ten invitations, or were it ten strangers all getting a single invitation? The latter seemed more logical, yet how were they going to discern which envelope belonged to whom? How was her invitation going to guide her to the dressing room? And what did “salvation lies in the tongue” mean? Pondering these questions Camilla flipped the card. The backside was blank aside from a single yellow arrow pointing up. Her gaze followed the direction of the arrow down the main street of the city. While Camilla had a bad feeling about this deserted place, her gut told her that dallying or refusing would be worse. So she entered the city on her own. What was going on here? Eerie decaying grandeur was the only apt description for what Camilla found inside. Every building was an architectural masterpiece. Every corner, arch, heck even the door hinges and cobblestones had been masterfully crafted and ornamented. Yet metal was corroding, stone was weathering, and between the cracks grew sickly looking weeds. She checked the invitation again and to her shock saw the arrow had turned. It pointed down a dark alley. Camilla gulped and then hesitantly entered it. What was going on here? Eventually she was led to the back door of an unassuming building. The dressing room? Her heart pounded as she cautiously tried out the door. It creaked open. A dimly lit hallway was illuminated by a single strange segmented window… Were those colored panes of glass? They had to cost a fortune. Somehow she intuitively knew this was called stained glass. She did not get long to admire the window, for a sudden movement caught her attention. What was going on here? “Hello? Are you here for the masquerade too?” she asked. Her voice sounded oddly distant. “Who are you?” a timid voice asked sounding equally distant. “I am Camilla,” she replied. A familiar head peaked around the corner of an open door. “Hey, you are the melusine right?” Recognizing Camilla the skittish girl seemed to relax a tiny bit. “Palatyne. My name is Palatyne,” she answered. “Please close the door, this place freaks me out.” “So it does,” Camilla replied as she went inside and closed the door. The room Palatyne was hiding in had multiple large stained glass windows depicting various tentacled sea creatures. The skittish melusine was hiding behind a rack of fancy clothes, only peeking around the corner to keep an eye on Camilla. She was still in her mermaid form, which must make moving about quite difficult. “After so long together we finally get a chance to talk. I mean you no harm,” Camilla raised her hands in a disarming manner trying to ease the melusine. Was she crying? Palatyne hesitantly hopped forwards with both hands covering her womb. “It hurts so bad. I’m so scared,” she groaned as she suddenly doubled over. Camilla rushed over and was just in time to catch her. Palatyne let out another pained squeak and then collapsed in her arms. She carefully laid her down to see what was hurting her. The melusine was easy on the eyes; Camilla would not mind sharing a partner with her. Then she noticed what was tormenting Palatyne and it was horrifying. Where there had been the brightly glowing seal above her womb the seal was now inky black. From it sprouted several long thin inky black thorned vines that invaded Palatyne’s body. Writhing erratically as they coiled themselves around her insides constricting them and piercing them. There was not much blood though. Just the sight alone was enough to make Camille feel queasy and she could not imagine the unbearable agony the melusine was suffering. “You poor girl,” she exclaimed as she hugged the sobbing melusine. “It’s hurts so much and it is getting worse,” Palatyne moaned between sobs. “The card said I should appease it before it kills me, but I do not know how. Aargh…” “May I see it?” Camilla asked. “The table,” Palatyne groaned. Camilla got up to have a look. The invitation itself was identical to hers save for the name, but the addendum was different. Palatyne’s read: “The truths of the dreaming world and the waking world need not be the same. It can be appeased, do so before it ends you!” Camilla’s mind was racing to try and make sense of this cryptic hint. “Do you know what that seal the yellow lady placed on you does?” “She didn’t,” Palatyne answered. “She didn’t?” Camilla repeated confused. “The yellow lady did not place the seal. It is an inmon tattoo I accidentally placed on myself while experimenting,” Palatyne explained. That was quite the revelation. Camilla and Cassilda had been so sure it had been the handywork of the yellow lady that the possibility she might not have anything to do with it had not even crossed their minds. “Do you…” She was interrupted by the melusine groaning loudly. “…know what it does?” Despite the situation the melusine blushed fiercely and seemed hesitant to answer. Slightly irked Camilla said, “Now is not the time to be embarrassed, girl! We need to figure out what this… this thing is and does, or at least how we can appease it to buy more time.” Palatyne sighed, “Inmon tattoos are high level eromancy enchantments that can have various effects… aargh… ugh that one hurt bad…” She needed a moment to catch her breath. “You still haven’t answered what yours exactly does,” Camilla pointed out. “Mine eehm… is… eehm. Ugh, this is so embarrassing…” Palatyne almost cursed. “If we want to figure out what we can do about those vines crawling around inside of you coming from whatever that is,” Camilla said as she pointed at the black mark over the melusine’s womb. “Then you will have to share anything that might be relevant. And that inmon tattoo spell seems pretty relevant to me. I won’t judge you; I’ve done plenty of stupid things myself, and that includes being the reason why Cassilda and I were caught.” “You two really are named Cassilda and Camilla, just like the two women in the play she made us study?” Palatyne asked incredulously. “Yes we are. And yes, we never told them our names; it freaks us out too. But none of that is important right now,” Camilla answered impatiently. “Hmmph, fine. Just know that I would not have cast this on myself if I had known what the spell does. Mine is an enslaving inmon. How was I to know there were actually spells created for someone to voluntarily let a man enslave her pussy? I mean, I get it but also I don’t. My tattoo stops me from finding any sexual release and pleasure until I lay with a man. It is all stored up in the tattoo charging it and searing me. When I eventually do lay with a man he will not only be the one receiving all the built up pleasure, he will somehow also subjugate my vajayjay. Heck, I don’t even know how that would work, but I’m well past the point where I would welcome any man to enslave my pussy if that means this agony finally ends. Especially if these tentacles will eventually spawn in the waking world too!” Palatyne got more worked up the longer she spoke. Camilla got the impression she was the first person the melusine had confided in. “Yes, that indeed sounds like a problem. But let’s not get distracted from the problem at hand. So let me get this straight, there is no way for you to orgasm or feel pleasure?” she asked. “Believe me I tried everything. Except for laying with a man that is; they are not easy to come by,” Palatyne answered. Then another jolt of pain shot through her body making her double over. “Aargh!” Camilla combined all the puzzle pieces in her head. “Now don’t take this the wrong way. Your tattoo is clearly lewd in nature. So what if it works differently here? Perhaps here you can find release. After all, your card said that the truths of this world might be different. Meanwhile my card said that salvation lies in the tongue. A bit cryptic, but that sounds kinda like it is telling me to eat you out. Maybe making you orgasm is how we can appease it. A whacky plan, I admit, but I can’t think of any better one either. It will be your call of course,” Camilla proposed. “I am willing to try anything,” Palatyne replied. Camilla walked over to one of the many clothing racks and began throwing the clothes on to a large pile. “Eeh, what are you doing?” Palatyne asked. “No need for us to do this on the cold floor. Climb on and make yourself as comfortable as you can,” Camilla suggested. Palatyne obliged. With their arses off the cold floor and the melusine propped up, Camilla felt her heart rate increase. While she sure did not mind eating the pretty melusine out, those tentacles were hard to ignore. What if they came out and infected her too? She chastised herself. She was not going to let this melusine die without a fight, even if it meant taking a risk herself. So she laid down alongside her and started with a kiss. Palatyne was eager to reciprocate and for a while the two simply intertwined their tongues as their hands explored one another. Camilla especially enjoyed running her hands through the melusines long wild hair while she in turn curiously explored her tendrils. Slowly Camilla untangled her tongue and moved to placing kisses on other spots. Beginning with her strange webbed ears. Slowly she moved down placing kisses in Palatyne’s neck before making her way over to her ample bosom. The melusine’s nipples had already stiffened before she arrived there. Camilla upped the ante kissed the melusine’s bosom considerably more forcefully, sucking in more and more boob before releasing again with a little pop. Being able to see inside her breasts while doing so sure made the experience quite unique. But it also directed her attention to what else was going on inside of the melusine as one of the thorny vines wriggled its way into the boob she was sucking on. Palatyne writhed in pain and Camilla had to use force to keep her from moving too much. It seemed the vines reacted to her stimulation. Which was promising. To confirm she moved her attention over to the other breast. Indeed a second vine burrowed its way in there too. She hated tormenting the girl like that, but saw no other options. Meanwhile Camilla’s hand further explored the melusine’s body reaching her smooth fish-like lower half. A small depression where tail met abdomen gently guided her hand towards the sheath. It was plenty excited already encouraging her to slowly continue moving downwards. As she was placing pecks on Palatyne’s hips, the melusine’s breathing turned raspy. “Keep going! You might be on to something!” she panted. Of course since she had clearly not had enough yet, Palatyne’s moment of optimism was immediately followed by another jolt of agony. Yet neither woman was going to let that hold them back. Camilla moved her attention inwards slowly circling towards her womanhood. It proved highly effective as the melusine’s panting grew heavy. Soon Palatyne was moaning loudly, begging Camilla to go on with fervor while also holding on to her tendrils for dear life. Meanwhile the vines had retreated from the rest of Palatyne’s body and instead had wrapped themselves tightly and entirely around her clitoris. Constricting it. Piercing it. Feeding on her pleasure?! It did not stop the melusine from having an insanely powerful orgasm that was unlike anything Camilla had ever seen or experienced herself. The melusine was screaming incoherently at the top of her lungs, undoubtedly both from pleasure and pain. When Palatyne finally caught her breath again she exclaimed, “It worked, it actually worked!” A quick check revealed that the vines were indeed gone, though the tattoo was still inky black. Camilla looked up and her eyes met Palatyne’s. The melusine smiled and asked sheepishly, “Another one please, just to be sure?” |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
| Well, well, well. I can appreciate that this choice probably won't be that easy for tyger. I quite liked Madel and how she steered her lady and the man along. I'd guess for a dragon in that position, Excel (and someone who knows how to use it) might qualify as an aphrodisiac. I was wondering though, given that the false dragon was still flirting with the man in the bar, how did Madel learn of her so very quickly? Is she the spymaster, in addition to being the maid? :P I also really liked the continuation of Camilla's story. There is certainly something very freaky, one might even call it otherwordly, going on. It appears that the tongue did not quite bring salvation though (as the seal is still there), but it certainly brought relief. I remain curious about what the motives of the lady in yellow might be and hope that, regardless of whether or not there will be another tie involving the Lusca, we'll get some more :) |
| Two most interesting vignettes. Tyger will have to make a tough choice here. I like how the MC in A Servant When She Reigneth deduced that this wasn't some kind of elaborate cosplay convention by observing there were way too many hot ladies in town. That got a good chuckle out of me. Furthermore, I sure would like to learn a bit more about that town and lady Ithria. As most of what we've seen so far of Teremir was what happens underground. And Ithria must have one hell of a business model to be raking in a literal pile of gold even as a young dragon. One tiny point of critique: IIRC the reverse scale was something unique to the ryu and not something all dragon species have. As for Under a Black Sun it was nice to see a continuation of the previous vignette. Pretty sure that "sun" she saw was a black hole gobbling up something big enough to form an accretion disk. Cool shit. Also it was nice to see a NTM from last year become part of this story. But like that invitation Camilla got, this vignette also raised more questions than it answered. I have to agree with Mugen that regardless of whether or not the lusca makes it through, I sure would like to get some of these cliffhangers answered and learn what fate has in store for Cassilda, Camilla, and Palatyne. |
MetallumOperaturOct 26, 2024 7:27 AM
| [sigh] I literally put this off until all four vignettes were in... because the choice is just THAT F***ING HARD. Damn, y'all. So, we'll talk about these in the order in which they were received. A Servant When She Reigneth gives us some excellent characterization, particularly of Madel and Ithria. The relationship between the two -- in which Madel is obviously both the subordinate and firmly in charge -- is clearly conveyed and entirely believable. I really enjoyed how Madel has modeled herself after her mistress while still remaining very much her own person. Under a Black Sun does a beautiful job of deepening the mystery begun in the first vignette in the series -- and, like many others, I dearly hope that the series continues to its conclusion regardless of the outcome of this contest. The otherworldly imagery of the play's setting fits well with the Lovecraftian theme. Both vignettes feature steamy h-scenes -- always a plus -- and both make good use of HMGs from last year. Both are a little long, but since that applies to both there are no points taken off for either. Ultimately, I decided based on a point of characterization that, while subtle, caught my attention -- specifically how the protagonist in Servant realistically assumed that he was at a cosplay bar rather than in a world of monster girls (because which is more believable, really?). So, after much hand-wringing and self-kicking I call this h-off in favor of... the halfling! |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
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