Linda startled awake before dawn, her Aelvyn eyes piercing the predawn gloom with unnatural clarity. The campfire had burned down to embers, Theodore still curled in his bedroll nearby, his glasses folded neatly beside him, but Izze's spot lay empty - only disturbed grass and the faint musk of Krithak sweat marking where she'd slept.
The forest held its breath in that eerie hour between night and day, the creek's murmur the only sound beyond Linda's own pulse thudding in her pointed ears.
She found Izze waist-deep in Willowbend Creek, the Krithak's wiry grey braids undone and fanning across the water like ink spilled in mercury.
Moonlight carved her sinewy body in sharp relief...
The cording muscle of her thighs...
The jagged scars mapping her body...
The dark nipples pebbled from the cold current...
Linda's breath hitched as she crept closer, her bare feet silent on the damp moss. Every inch of Izze's compact frame was sculpted by decades of combat - the taut swell of her shoulders, the predatory arch of her spine as she scrubbed river grit from her arms. Water sluiced down the Krithak's torso, clinging to silvered scars and the curve of her small breasts before vanishing into the current where her hips disappeared beneath the surface.
Linda's new cock twitched against her thigh, already half-hard and leaking despite her mortification.
Izze turned suddenly, water sloshing around her waist.
"See something you like, princess?" Izze asked, her yellow eyes gleaming in the predawn light, knowing and amused.
Linda's face burned so hot she swore her silver hair might singe. Her chest tightened - no, her whole body tightened - as the tattoo on the back of her hand pulsed with a faint, eerie glow, casting jagged shadows across the creekbank.
"I- I wasn't—!" Linda squeaked as she stumbled forward, her body trying to escape, but her feet tangled in tree roots, and she pitched toward the creek with flailing arms.
Izze barked laughter - sharp and delighted - as Linda hit the bank hard, knees scraping dirt, palms stinging with embedded gravel. The Krithak surged from the water in one fluid motion, rivulets cascading down her compact frame - taut stomach flexing, thighs glistening with creek water, the dark triangle between her legs still dripping as she planted one foot beside Linda's trembling fingers.
"Get a good look?" Izze purred, shaking wet braids back with a flick of her neck, the movement making her small breasts bounce, and nipples still peaked.
Linda's tongue tangled itself into knots.
Her lesbian panic was in full force.
"I-I just— you weren't in camp, and I went to look... B-But not in this wa—" Linda tried, but her throat clicked shut as Izze stepped closer.
Izze's calloused fingers gripped Linda's chin, tilting her face up with effortless strength. The Krithak smelled of river water and the sharp musk of wilderness sweat - a scent that made Linda's pulse flutter wildly beneath her skin.
"Sweet as honey, you are." Izze chuckled - her thumb brushing Linda's lower lip - rough, deliberate. "Everyone wants a piece of my ass eventually. But you're shaking like a fawn under a Lycenne's fangs. You want me that much, hm?"
Linda couldn't answer.
Words evaporated under the heat of Izze's gaze, replaced by the insistent throb between her thighs.
Her cock twitched in her borrowed pants, flushed and aching.
Her poor little brain was fried because of this goblin milf.
Izze's grin widened as she leaned in close enough for Linda to feel the Krithak's warm breath against her pointed ear.
"Twelve hells, you're easy," Izze murmured, calloused fingers trailing down Linda's throat - too rough to be gentle, too slow to be accidental - before pulling away with a laugh. "I'll stop teasing... For now." She winked, water droplets clinging to her eyelashes as she turned toward the bank, her muscled back flexing under moonlight. "But we'll have to get to know each other better before anything fun happens, yeah?"
Linda huffed, berating herself mentally for being an introverted dummy as she watched Izze saunter away, the Krithak's compact frame moving with predator-like confidence even as she toweled off with brisk efficiency. The morning air smelled of wet moss and crushed pine needles, sharp and clean against Linda's heightened Aelvyn senses.
She was looking forward to...
....whatever this was, even if her stomach flipped at the thought of admitting it aloud.
Linda waited until Izze's footsteps faded completely before experimentally pressing her palm against her crotch. The unfamiliar weight of her new cock strained against the rough fabric and made her gasp. Her fingers trembled as she traced the length through her pants, the heat and thickness sending an electric jolt up her spine when she brushed the swollen tip. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips - high-pitched and embarrassingly eager - before she bit down on her lower lip to stifle it.
"What the heck? That felt like rubbing my clit..." Linda muttered, then immediately slapped a hand over her mouth, mortified she'd said it aloud.
She scrambled behind a thick oak, pressing her back against the rough bark, her pulse hammering in her throat as she fumbled with her waistband. The coarse fabric scraped against her flushed cock when she finally tugged her pants down past her hips - the sudden cool air making her shudder. Eight inches of thick, veined flesh sprang free, already slick at the tip and twitching against her stomach, her heavy balls freed along with the shaft.
"Oh wow..." Linda whispered, her fingers curling hesitantly around the thick shaft.
The unfamiliar heat of her own cock pulsed against her palm as she experimentally dragged her thumb along the underside, tracing a prominent vein that throbbed under her touch. Precum beaded at the flushed tip, smearing wetly across her fingers when she brushed the swollen head, and her breath hitched sharply at the electric sensation that arced through her pelvis. Her balls tightened against her thighs as she cupped them, the heavy weight unfamiliar yet intoxicating, the skin impossibly sensitive where her nails grazed lightly.
She'd never been interested in cocks before - found them vaguely off-putting in porn, honestly, and had her wanting to vomit if she ever thought about doing something with a man - but this one, hers, twitched eagerly under her tentative strokes, the ridge of the head catching deliciously against her calloused fingertips each time she pumped upward. A high whine escaped her throat as she thumbed the leaking slit, her hips jerking involuntarily into her own grip, the pleasure sharper and more visceral than anything her old body had ever given her.
Was this what she'd been missing?, Linda thought.
Did she like cock now?
Or was it just the novelty of nerve endings she'd never had before?
It confused her, being a lesbian and all, but put it out of her mind for now.
"This feels s-so good..." Linda whispered breathily, her fingers tightening around her slick cock as she pumped faster, the wet squelch of skin-on-skin impossibly loud in the dawn quiet.
Her hips bucked helplessly into her grip - imagining Izze's rough hands gripping her instead -those calloused palms scraping along her length, the Krithak's wicked grin as she squeezed just shy of pain. Precum dribbled down Linda's shaft in thick strands, coating her fingers with every jerky stroke, her breath coming in sharp little gasps as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. Her cock throbbed violently when she thumbed the swollen head, the sensation so intense her knees nearly buckled - she barely stifled a moan by biting her lip again, her silver hair sticking to her flushed neck.
"Oh, I-I..." Linda moaned, feeling that the end was near.
Her toes curled in the damp earth, fingers tightening around her cock, hips jerking erratically. The pressure coiled tighter, tighter, until her vision whited out and her back arched sharply against the oak. The first thick rope of cum splattered hot across the ground with a wet slap, followed by another, and another - each pulse wrenched from her with a shuddering gasp, her balls emptying for all they were worth.
Linda slumped against the tree, breathless and trembling, watching her cum seep into the ground in thick, glistening rivulets. She touched her still-hard cock - flinching at the oversensitivity - and giggled weakly, smearing sticky fingers against the bark.
"Thank you, Vael, for the new body..." Linda murmured, pressing the back of her head to the tree.
Linda pulled up her pants weakly, fingers still tacky with drying cum, but froze at the rustle of fabric from camp. Peering around the oak, she saw Theodore near the creekbank - his robe discarded, long fingers working the laces of his trousers. Morning light gilded his pale, angular frame as he stripped down, revealing lean muscle corded beneath milky skin. Linda's stomach twisted when he stepped nude into the shallows - cock hanging between his thighs, soft - and she almost turned away...
...until she saw this as a chance.
A chance to see if she was still lesbian in this new world.
Linda swallowed hard - her throat dry - and called out before she could chicken out.
"Theodore! Can- can I talk to you?" Linda asked, partially hiding behind the tree.
Theodore turned sharply, his hazel eyes widening behind his glasses as he spotted Linda peeking around the oak. For a brief moment, his clinical poise faltered - his pale cheeks flushing pink - but he recovered swiftly and covered himself.
"Did you need something Chosen of Solanthe?" Theodore asked coolly.
Linda hesitated - she wasn't sure what she needed - but instinct made her whisper, "Could you... come here?"
The moment stretched too long, her pulse hammering against her ribs, before Theodore waded back to shore with precise, unhurried steps. Water sluiced down his lean frame, catching on the sharp angles of his hips, the pale trail of hair leading down from his navel.
He stopped just out of arm's reach, one hand loosely covering himself - not modestly - Linda realized, but strategically, like a duelist keeping their sword hand ready.
"You're flushed," Theodore observed. "Is this about earlier? With Izze? She can be brash, but she will warm up to you, I'm sure."
Linda's breath hitched, brain thinking about the hot woman.
"I- no. Maybe? I don't know what I'm doing." Linda answered honestly, gesturing helplessly at her own body, her borrowed elven curves and unfamiliar arousal. "This is all... so confusing. Do you... Do you think you can help me figure some... things out?"
Theodore raised both eyebrows into his hairline at the question.
"I... presume you mean anatomy?" Theodore mused, completely misreading Linda's nervous fidgeting as scholarly curiosity, that Linda was merely an amnesiac overwhelmed by her form. "My intellect can be of service in many areas. The physiology of Aelvyn reproduction is fascinating. Would you like an overview of endocrine responses first, or—?"
Linda didn't let him finish. Before she could overthink, she dropped to her knees - the damp ground cool against her bare skin -and reached for him with trembling fingers. Theodore's breath hitched audibly when her lips brushed the soft skin of his inner thigh, his clinical detachment fracturing as her nose bumped against his half-hard length. He smelled like something faintly herbal, not unpleasant, but not the musk-and-metal scent that had made her pulse race with Izze.
"By the Twelve, what are you doing?" Theodore asked, cheeks now more pink.
Linda's voice wavered as she looked up at him, lips hovering just above his tip.
"I... I might like women. But I need to know for sure. For my pa- for myself." Linda answered, her voice wavering as she ran her nose along his shaft, the warmth of his skin unfamiliar against her face.
When she flicked her tongue tentatively across the head, Theodore gasped, his fingers twitching at his sides before they tangled in her silver hair...
Not pushing, just anchoring.
"It's not necessary," Theodore managed, voice strained at the stimulation. "Calyx's Mercy, we can talk—"
"No, I- I have to do this," Linda muttered, more to herself than Theodore.
Linda's fingers tightened around his shaft with nervous determination. His skin felt impossibly warm against her palm, the texture unfamiliar as she pumped him experimentally - once, twice - her thumb brushing over the leaking tip to get him hard. She tried to ignore how wrong this felt, how her stomach twisted at the musky scent, how her own arousal had evaporated the moment she knelt.
Theodore started to pull away - his lean frame tensing - but Linda tightened her grip instinctively, her lips parting around him as she swallowed him down inch by trembling inch. His cock twitched hot against her tongue, the unfamiliar salt-bitter taste flooding her mouth as she hollowed her cheeks, her nose pressing into coarse curls. A ragged groan tore from Theodore's throat, his fingers spasming in her hair as his hips jerked forward reflexively, burying himself deeper.
Linda gagged, tears pricking her eyes, but forced herself to stay still, her throat working convulsively around him while her mind screamed wrongwrongwrong.
Theodore's hips jerked again - uncontrolled - his cock bumping the back of her throat with a wet choke as she swallowed reflexively, her fingers digging into his thighs for balance.
She pulled back with a slick pop, gasping for air, her lips shiny with spit, his cock twitching heavily against her chin. Linda hesitated - her breath ragged, throat burning - before plunging back down, her fingers tightening around the base as she bobbed erratically.
Theodore cursed under his breath, his usual clinical cadence shattered into ragged gasps as Linda's inexperienced enthusiasm overtook precision. His fingers flexed in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, her tongue dragging along the underside in desperate, sloppy strokes.
Precum mixed with saliva dripped down her chin, hot and sticky.
"L- Linda just... You..." Theodore tried to say, but a low groan ripped from his throat.
Linda worked him faster - clumsy but determined even though her mind screamed stop - as her lips stretched tight around his girth, her throat burning with each uneven bob of her head. The bitter musk of him flooded her senses, her stomach twisting violently with every reflexive swallow, her fingers digging bruises into his hips to anchor herself against the rising nausea. Tears pricked at her eyes as his cock hit the back of her throat again, her gag reflex spasming, but she forced herself deeper, desperate to prove something she couldn’t name.
And then it all came to a head...
Theodore's fingers twisted into Linda's silver hair with sudden force, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself to the hilt down her throat, her nose crushed against his pelvis, and her lips stretched obscenely wide around his pulsing cock. She gagged violently, small tears streaking down her flushed cheeks, her fingers clawing at his thighs as he held her there, trapped.
His breath hitched - a sharp, fractured sound - before warmth flooded her mouth.
The first thick rope hit Linda's tongue like molten salt - bitter and burning - her throat convulsing around Theodore's twitching shaft as he held her firmly in place. The second pulse came hotter, flooding her mouth with viscous warmth that dripped past her stretched lips to smear across her chin, her frantic swallows barely keeping pace. His fingers tightened in her hair when she gagged, pulling her impossibly closer as the third burst painted the back of her throat, her nostrils flaring against the musky scent of his release.
Linda’s vision blurred - her lungs screaming for air - as Theodore’s cock pulsed violently down her throat, each thick rope of cum flooding her mouth with a bitter, salty heat that made her stomach lurch.
She shoved against his hips weakly, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on his damp skin, until finally - finally - he released her with a slick pop, his softening cock slipping free with a wet trail of spit and cum still connecting them. Linda collapsed backward onto the damp earth, coughing violently, her throat raw and burning as she spat onto the grass - her whole body shaking with adrenaline and revulsion.
Theodore’s breath came in ragged pants above her, his usual composure shattered.
"By the Twelve- Linda, I—" Theodore started to say, his voice cracking as he dropped to his knees beside her, his long fingers trembling as they hovered over her shoulders. "I didn’t mean to- I lost control, I’m sorry—" His hands finally settled on her, gentle but firm, as he gathered her against his naked chest.
Linda shook violently against him, her face pressed into his damp skin, the bitter taste still clinging to her tongue. She clutched at his back with desperate fingers, her breath hitching in wet, uneven gasps.
"I-I’m sorry," Linda choked out, her voice muffled against his collarbone. "I thought- I needed to know—"
Theodore exhaled sharply, his hands moving to cradle her head, fingers threading through her silver hair with surprising tenderness.
"Shh," Theodore murmured, his clinical facade crumbling completely as he pressed his lips to her temple. "You don’t have to explain." His thumb brushed away a tear trailing down her cheek, his own breathing still unsteady, his hazel eyes shining with tears.
Linda shuddered, curling tighter against him, her words spilling out like water breaking through a dam.
"My Papa... He called me unnatural when he found out. Said I was broken, an abomination." She admitted, her voice small "I thought- if I could just try, if I could make myself normal—"
Theodore's arms tightened around her, his breath warm against her temple.
"Normalcy is a myth," Theodore murmured, clinical detachment replaced by quiet fury. "Like calling a river unnatural for flowing downhill. You are you and you should never apologize for that, Linda, never."
Linda's crying died down to hiccups against Theodore's shoulder, her fingers still clutching his damp skin like driftwood in a storm.
"I- I'm a lesbian." Linda admitted.
Theodore exhaled sharply through his nose, not in surprise, but exasperation.
"Linda, you weren’t subtle, not at all." Theodore shot back. "The way your pupils dilated when Izze flexed her arms while showing off, how you licked your lips watching her adjust her shirt after the hollow attack—" He paused, waiting for a rebuttal, but when that didn't come he then continued. "And you’re horrible at subterfuge. You kept staring at her butt while she climbed the ridge yesterday."
Linda groaned, burying her face in her hands, her silver hair falling forward like a curtain.
"Hopeless... I know I'm hopeless..." Linda muttered between her fingers, voice muffled but unmistakably embarrassed. She peeked up at him through the strands. "Thank you, though- for not... reacting badly. For being kind, even though we barely know each other." Her fingers fidgeted with a loose thread on her scavenged tunic, her green eyes flicking away. "I didn’t expect that."
Theodore subtly sighed, but had a small smile on his face.
"Hopeless? Hardly. Naïve, perhaps. But hopeless? No." Theodore said. "Kindness does not discriminate, Linda. And you certainly deserve it."
And with those words....
Those words in this new world...
Linda thought that maybe she had to let the past go and look to the future...