“Good morning Ladies!” Barnaby nigh shouted with far more cheer than either Cinder or Illiana had ever seen him display outside the temple to his beloved K’arl. He waved at them as they emerged from the forest then turned back to the steaming kettle of water he had perched over a fire. “Water will be ready for a little breakfast porridge and tea soon. Then we resume our journey.”
It wasn’t so unusual that he was making breakfast. The man was absolutely useless at trying to keep watch at night, so the chore often fell to him. The smile was highly unusual though. Also two prominent white stripes cut through his hair that had not been there the last time either woman had seen him.
Cinder looked to Illiana, black brows furrowed in a what the fuck did you do? Expression.
Illiana shrugged, nonverbally saying, "I have no clue. Then, immediately as Cinder turned her frown on Barnaby, it dawned on Illiana that yes, it could be her fault. She looked at the stars that spun lazy in tiny galaxies along her arms. Were there less of them this morning? If she was already shedding stars then maybe she and Cinder should just den down in the village. But no, she couldn’t do that, there wouldn’t be enough magic for the cubs.
Wait… if they made the den in the city, the people…
The people will protect us. They’ll be set free. The old part of her pushed her objections aside.
Our cubs must be safe. Protected.
Yes of course. Illiana agreed with herself but the wizard guild would still be a problem.
Not if they are overcome by the hurricane of a denning. Her oldself plucked at her younger memories, sniffing at her old ambitions. Imagine their library unguarded.
The image of herself, gravid with cubs, surrounded by all the arcane knowledge that had been denied her when the guild betrayed her filled Illiana with fever of desire.
While Illiana stared into their future, Cinder took a seat opposite Barnaby. The knight cocked his head at her.
“You’re looking more… devilish than usual, Miss Cinder.” He said, the dreamy smile left his face.
“Just a bit of mana poisoning. Illiana will fix it when we get back to Hearthold.” She shot a glare at the cat woman before continuing the lie in a conversational tone. “It undid some work I had done growing up. Say, did you notice anything strange last night?”
“Oh no. Nothing strange. Nothing is strange about a blessing.” Barnaby’s eyes grew distant, and his smile returned
“Blessing?” Cinder asked.
“The Great K’arl gifted me with his justice last night. Shoved it deep into my soul.” Barnaby said, his voice gaining a lofty, floaty tone as the knight patted his belly.
The water between them boiled and frothed.
“Oooookay. Look, lets eat some breakfast and get on the road.” Cinder said with pursed lips.
“Oh dear! I forgot about the deer!” Illiana exclaimed and ran back into the forest.
Cinder sighed and rolled her eyes.
****
I’m fucked. Cinder concluded after thinking over their situation for several hours on the road. Along with the horns and color change, her already keen senses had been amped, particularly smell. Every time she caught a whiff of Illiana’s scent, it stoked her internal fires. The last mile had been walked with her clit so hard that it felt like a very sensitive stone was wedged in the entrance of her pussy.
Good thing that Illiana had been ranging on and off the trail, not spending much time with Cinder and Barnaby. Otherwise, Cinder might have thrown herself at her by now. The wizardess had discarded all of her now too-small clothing. She wore her belt and backpack. Nothing else. Those double sets of breasts hung free for all to see, and every time Illiana turned toward her, it was difficult to think about anything else. Cinder had used them as pillows all night and hadn’t even tasted them once. Further evidence that she was doomed, and the world had it out for her.
Focus on the practical. She told herself. Illania always had the grand sweep of things. Her job was to notice things, trip wires, pressure plates, chinks in the armor. Illiana was right that in the cities devil-born weren’t uncommon, although having unfiled horns would be considered bold, she probably wouldn’t have the guards called on her. Small villages, though, that could be a problem. Both she and Illiana would need cloaks and worse… let Barnaby do the talking.
It be either that, or stealing, taking the horses back in the dead of night. That would be bad for so many reasons. She was sick of using her bedroll, even a cheap straw mattress would be better. Really, if she was forced to sleep under the stars again, she knew she’d be unable to resist using Illiana’s soft chest as a pillow again. And if they did that, they’d start kissing. And then all those hands… and the tentacles…
Arousal hit Cinder so hard she stumbled, releasing a breathy cry. She caught herself on Barnaby’s shoulder, who staggered but did not fall.
“Is… everything alright?” The Knight blinked at her, as if he too had been lost within his own thoughts.
“Yeah, fine. I tripped. Sorry.” Cinder mumbled, her gaze falling on Barnaby’s lips. They seemed fuller than she remembered, kissable even. What would he do if she grabbed his ears and kissed him? Would he slap her away? Yield to her tongue? Was it only lack of opportunity that kept him on his narrow path?
She wrenched herself away from him with a grunt. Eeeeew no! Not Barnaby, she’d rather fuck Illiana until she was four, well six legged beast.
That glowing pussy reared up into Cinder’s mind, shining with the intensity of the desert sun, a sun that dripped cold starry water. Cinder ached to bathe in its light and drink from its lips.
Barnaby said something.
“I need to take a leak.” Cinder announced, not hearing or comprehending Barnaby’s words. She sprinted off the path and put a thick tree between her and the knight.
“Just gotta… edge it off.” She gasped as she undid her pants and shoved a hand into her crotch.
Her fingers were practically immersed in wetness. Gods above, could Barnaby smell that?
“Aaaaaah!” she screamed with relief as her nails found her clit. Thick as the cork on a potion bottle and hot to touch. It felt so good to flick it from side to side.
“Cinder?” Barnaby called.
“I’m fine! Just aaah… backed up, stay on the path!” Cinder shouted back, pulled her hand away and stumbled deeper. If she could just get a little privacy, she could take care of this herself. A quick rub wouldn’t absorb any more mana from Illiana, nothing else would change.
<fzzzt>
A black furred arm reached across Cinder’s chest and swept her into an embrace. Cinder felt Illiana’s four breasts press against her back and all those arms closed around her.
“Need some help?” Illiana asked, her head dipping down to lick at Cinder’s neck.
Cinder moaned out her need, lifting her chin to allow the cat woman easier access.
“Just… Just taking a leak.” Cinder managed to force out the whispered lie out.
Illiana sniffed.
“Funny, you reek of an entirely different need. One that’s much more fun to do together.” Her hands encircled Cinder’s wrists, pulling her unresisting arms out to the side. The lower set of hands slid up inside Cinder’s shirt, cupping her breasts. Pleasure of the touch rolled through Cinder’s body. “Have I told you that you smell like cinnamon to me? And when you're all fired up its like a warm cinnamon bun fresh from the oven. Totally irresistible.” Illiana said, lapping at Cinder’s ear.
“You… You’re gonna make it worse!” Cinder writhed in Illiana grip but not making a play for escape, instead her buttocks ground against Illiana’s thighs, her thin tail entangled itself around Illiana’s calf.
“I know, but I can’t stop myself. Instinct’s too strong. Her memories are fading but her wants are not.” Illiana said, her voice a deep purr. “Can’t stop them. Don’t wanna.” Her fingers scissor-pinched Cinder’s nipples, forcing a gurgling rattle from throat.
“W-what are you t-talking about.” Cinder asked as shivers wracked her body. Illiana guided Cinder’s hands around her neck, Cinder grabbed hold.
“The cloak. Her memories, her wants, her last wishes. I’m Illiana. I’m her too.” Illiana’s upper hands reached down beneath Cinder’s legs and lifted her up, holding her spread-legged against Illiana’s body. Cinder heard every word but now in the midst of Illiana’s wild scent, her token resistance snapped.
“Will the two of you shut up and fuck me!” Cinder pulled herself upward and clamped her teeth on the furry hide of Illiana's neck. Illiana roared, a hand reached down and effortlessly ripped out the crotch of Cinder’s pants. Exposing her small, black-lipped pussy to the open air, the gum drop sized clit protruded from the steaming lips. Illiana hooked a finger into Cinder’s sex while pressing on the swollen clit with a thumb.
Cinder open her mouth to scream, only for a hand to clap over her mouth.
“Mmmph!”
“You have to listen mate. The heat will be on me when the stars show again.” Illiana growled, her tentacles slithering from under her arms, circled once around Cinder’s thighs. Cinder’s eyes widened as she felt their tips against both her pussy lips and back door. “MPH!” She thrashed as they entered her both ways. Illiana caught her flailing arms and held her still but let her mouth go.
Cinder’s jaw opened to scream, but no sound came out as the tentacles squirmed inside her. Pleasure, bliss, and countless other words were useless to describe the sensation that rocked through Cinder’s being. “Haaa… Haaaa.” Were her soft gasps.
“Mrrrrrow.” Illiana rumbled, “Does my mate like that? How bout this?”
Her claws tore open Cinder’s leather armor, exposing her nipples. Her tentacles supported Cinder’s weight now, her upper arms held Cinder’s hands away from her body. That left a pair of hands to roam and tweak nipples. They grasped those thick nipples and pulled hard.
“AAnghla.” Cinder grunted as she came with a squirt of steaming juices spraying from her pussy. Her red eyes rolled back into her head. So much, so much wonderful. Then distant pain. Cinder’s head lolled to look at the source, her boots, her boots were stretching. Even floating on the geyser of pleasure she knew what was happening.
“Naaah! Naaah! RAAAH!” She protested until another orgasm slammed through her and with it, her ankles ripped out the heels of her leather boots. Slowly the scraps of leather fell away, revealing black cloven hooves.
“Yep I’m making it worse. All your devil blood is expressed now. The true Cinder, beautiful, buxom Cinder. Rrrrrowl.” Illiana whispered. “And the only one who can stop me from totally destroying Heathold.”
“Uuuuuh?!” Cinder groaned.
Illiana reached out in front of them to display her hands. They were fur covered and clawed but had long dexterous digits. “See these? I have a plan but it requires hands. No hands and we’ll have to settle for a less destructive den ritual. True Glitch Sabers don’t have hands.”
With a slow flourish one hand dipped down to Cinder’s pussy where it began to stroke her clit between thumb and forefinger. This new sensation shot through her adding to the tentacles’ motions inside of her, adding an entirely new element: A rapidly building pressure.
“Aaaah…. F-f-fuck.” Cinder’s back arched and strained as stars lept from Illiana’s fingers and settled on her clit. The sparse hair around her sex began to thicken, becoming a narrow ring of fur. Her clit quivered, lengthening between the stroking fingers.
“Thats right. Thats what you have to do.” Illiana purred. “Fuck me so hard that I’ve got nothing but paws to work with.”
“Grrrk!” Cinder’s entire body shook from the pressure building behind her clit. It locked up every muscle, making breathing difficult.
Illiana brought Cinder’s right arm in, the one she had sank deep into Illiana’s pussy. Patches of soft red fur had appeared on her knuckles and were spreading. Turning it, black pads were rising from the red skin.
“Course I’m doing the same to you.” Illiana said as her stroking fingers sped up. “With each time we glitch… or cum.”
“Illi… ana… I,” Cinder tried to speak but the pressure pushed out the words and the thoughts behind them. The release, the release was all that mattered now. Her hips thrust, thrust and thrust.
A tiny bit of white spurted from the tip of her almost two inch clit. It fell to the ground among the leaves as a recoil of immense pleasure swept through Cinder. Exhaustion followed in its wake and she fell slack against her most dangerous lover. Panting to replace her long-held breath.
Illiana kissed her cheek and gently set Cinder’s limp body down.
“See you tonight,” Illiana whispered before slipping into the forest.
Oddly, the throaty purr didn’t leave with her.
It took several minutes for Cinder to scrape together enough mental energy to realize the purr was coming from her own throat.
“I’m so fucking fucked.” Cinder whispered before slowly getting up to stand on a wobbly pair of cloven hooves. “And you ripped up my clothing!”