Your dreams, as usual of late, are sordid affairs, the memory of a pair of long pink slabs of tapered flesh hammering into both of your holes, along with a delightful burning sensation emanating from your inner thigh and breast causing you to soak your bedroll. You wake before the others and roll up your borrowed bundle of cloth. It should dry out by the time you get back. Hopefully.

Your trip back to Latchky is blissfully uneventful after that little heart-to-heart session with Liane. More than once Fi calls the group to stop, each of you going still and silent, before she gives the go ahead. As a former scout yourself, you can appreciate the caution she's taking, even if it does slow things down a bit.

It's not like you can blame her all that much, after what happened to them.

It's not even midday when you finally reach your destination, the familiar sight of wooden palisades visible from this side of the forest before you even break the tree line. The guards don't pay any real mind to you, beyond telling you that they're glad you're safe. Merin's band undergoes a cursory examination and questioning, but they're obviously not monsters and so are passed through. Hell, your presence probably ended up vouching for them on its own.

It's just a quick jaunt over to the tavern, where Aina and her wife are quite pleased to see their cargo. Well, alright, Aina was a little miffed that it wasn't as much as she expected, but her anger is quelled when you explain that they were waylaid by goblins. She haggles with Merin for a bit over the delivery, but otherwise it would appear that this job is a success for the young warrior.

"Dwarves." Evara mutters the word like it's a swear. Not that you disagree all that much. They aren't exactly the most tactful of the Beloved, though it's not as if Aina's grievances were entirely unmerited.

Fi giggles a little and slaps the elf's behind, which makes for a satisfyingly loud smack. "It's fine, blondie. We came out with more than we spent on the job, and that's fine by my reckoning." She hefts her newly-fattened coinpurse with satisfaction while smirking at the elf's not-quite-scandalized glare. You get the feeling the halfling has gotten away with spanking her companion more than once.

Merin is ignoring her companions' antics with practiced ease, instead opting to turn to you with a smile. "So, Ariel. What are you up to next? Still waiting around for your priestess friend?"

Why would you be waiting for Syb– oh. She means Lita. You'd mentioned her offhandedly last night, while trying to comfort Liane. You thought it might help the girl get over her mistake. After all, unlike your erstwhile companion she didn't just up and run while her allies took the brunt of her failure. Not that you put it like that, of course.

Merin brings up a good question, though. What are you planning on doing now? You've got a feeling Sybil would be pretty proud of you, which makes you feel… something. You're not sure what. If you do visit her, you could maybe take Merin and her group along. They'd need to visit a priestess at some point anyways, to confirm whether Fi and Evara are pregnant, and it'll look even better if they are the ones to tell Sybil all about your valiant rescue.

On the other hand, bringing the group along means that you won't be able to discuss anything related to your true nature until they decide to leave, which could take a while. Especially if they decide to ask the priestesses for potions, or are more religious than you took them for.

Of course, nothing says you have to visit Sybil right away, even if you really want to. You could always find something else to do it town for a bit, maybe even hang out more with Merin's group, potentially getting one of them alone to take advantage of the goodwill you've already built with them.


"I was planning on speaking to a Priestess, actually. You could come along, if you like. I know Fi and Evara might want to…" You trail off, glancing in their direction.

"Yeah." She grimaces a little, but isn't horrified by the thought of her companions bearing baby greenskins. She's an adventurer, she accepted that eventuality a long time ago. Still, it probably smarts a little that it happened while she was in charge.

"If you don't mind, then we might as well tag along. Goddess knows we'd get lost without a guide anyways," She says with a smile. She's joking, obviously. The only way to get lost in Latchky would be to cut out your own eyes, and even then some busybody or another would be happy to take your hand and walk you around the place.

With a quick exchange of words you make your way to the church and step through the curtains at the door. You can already smell her, like honey and flowers and all the sweet things you've ever imagined, and several you didn't know existed.

Sybil is in the middle of talking with the other two priestesses when you walk in. Filia and Kae, a mother-daughter pair from some farming village or another who got anointed as proper priestesses only because Latchky was in dire need of more.

She turns towards you as your wings cast a shadow across the church. You tuck them in a bit, embarrassed. She blinks and smiles uncertainly at you and your companions before sending her fellow priestesses off to do something or other. With tentative steps she walks towards you with that smile still on her face, that insane scent flooding your brain and dredging up all sorts of thoughts that you decide to keep to yourself for a while.

"Ariel. I am glad to see you are well." She means it, too. You know that no girl this pure could lie about that to your face, even if you are a monster. "Would you care to introduce your friends to me?"

You realize you were just barely a step above staring at her like a lovestruck buffoon and hurriedly introduce your companions, starting with Merin. Merin explains the circumstances of your meeting, causing her to gasp with worry as the warrior woman describes what happened to her group, and the following battle. You catch the priestess's eye as the tale winds down, and you heart jumps a little. Is that worry, pride, or something else you see in those silver orbs?

When Merin has finished she ushers you and the others into one of the two side-rooms in the church, which serves as a makeshift medical area. Five thin straw beds line either side of the room, and gestures for the halfling and elf to lie down.


They do so, and she places a palm against each of their bellies in turn. A faint glow emanates from her hand and into the women's wombs, illuminating their bodies for just a heartbeat. She sighs with relief and lifts her hands from their bodies, causing the entire group to look to her.

"You are both free of child." She tells them, causing their faces to split into relieved smiles. "You and yours are welcome to stay in our church for the time being, Merin. I think we can bend the rules a bit to save you some coin, after your ordeal." She says with a wink.

Merin looks like she's about to refuse before Fi speaks up. "We'd love to, wouldn't we boss?" She shoots a glance at Merin, and the taller woman sighs.

"We would. Thank you, Priestess Sybil." The warrior still clearly feels like she's taking advantage of the church, but she brushes it off.

Sybil turns to you with a smile that is far less uncertain than before. "I am afraid I have some duties to attend to, but if you would like to stay as well then you are more than welcome, Ariel. I need to discuss, ah…" She thinks for a moment, trying to decide how best to speak about your nature in front of others.

"…the situation you discussed with me yesterday," she decides. "If you would be so kind as to wait for me?"

You don't really have much choice, at the moment. You get the feeling whatever task she's got to deal with will take a while, and you're not sure you can keep your head on straight in her presence. You smile her and tell her you'll be waiting.

She departs, and you're freed from the blissful agony of her presence. You can speak with Merin's group. You could even tell them what you are, if you really wanted to get risky. They really like you, and if you mention that Sybil already knows then they're even more likely to accept your earnestness. Of course, you may also just ruin everything for yourself.

Alternatively, you could track down the other two priestesses and see what they're up to. They're not as pure as Sybil, so you may be able to convince them to teach you divine magic if you play your cards right. Re-teach you. Whatever. They might find it a tad suspicious that you need to learn from a mortal, but they're also from a complete backwater so it might not even register for them.


You sit down at the foot of Fi's bed, giving her a little nod as you do so. She grins at you and shuffles over to sit beside you.

"Thanks again, wings." Wings? That's the best she can come up with? You do have to admit that your wings are pretty nice, though. Maybe it's not that bad of a nickname.

"Your friend is nice. Most priestesses treat this sort of thing like a chore, but I can tell she actually gives a damn." The minor swear earns her a smack upside the head from Merin ("We're in a church, Fi!"), but she remains unbothered.

"You can keep the dagger by the way. I've got tons." She flashes you a mischievous (malicious?) grin. "You looked like you handled it pretty well anyways."

You make some small talk with her and the rest of the group for a bit. You can maybe get something out of the group here, if your tongue is still silver. The question is what exactly you want.

Merin has stated the groups general intention to stick around for a week and recuperate, but hasn't said much regarding where they plan to go next. You could maybe try and squeeze that out of her, so you can find them later if you either need or want to.

You could also try and convince her to stick around longer instead. It'll probably be more difficult, but hey. Silver tongue and all that.

You could also ask one of the others something, but you're not going to be able to keep it one-on-one in this room. Evara is open to talk about monsters, Liane is clearly more than happy to talk to you about anything, and she likely knows a bit of basic magic you could try to pick up. Fi clearly has something going on with her desire to stay here, presumably due to wanting to save money for something or other. Ju is… well, you don't know much about Ju. This could be the chance to remedy that.


"So, Merin." You turn to meet the group leader's eyes as her halfling companion nestles under your wing. Touchy-feely things, halflings. Liane looks exceedingly jealous, but you lift the other wing invitingly and nod towards her with a flash of your teeth.

She flushes a deep crimson that paints not just her face, but her ample cleavage red. You send silent thanks to those goblins who stretched her robes out as she tucks herself under your proffered wing.

Merin looks on in amusement before she speaks, her face a little guilty. "Well… I'm looking for someone." The others look at her, interest writ clean on their faces. Evidently this is the first time she's spoken of this.

"My fiancée." She admits with a little flush. There's a set of gasps all around, and you are forced to gently clamp a hand over Fi's mouth before she can press too quickly. Merin looks at you thankfully, then continues.

"We've never actually met, but we were promised to one another a long time ago. I'm from Sullundr," You could tell that much from her hair and fair skin. Sullundr is Sonja's domain, a land of cold and war. "And often our clans will set up inter-clan marriages. Strengthen bonds, that sort of thing. My mother is the chieftaness of the White Wolf clan, while my betrothed was born to the chief of the Forest Raven clan."

"She left her clan a year or so ago without telling anyone. We were to be wed six months ago." She looks… maybe not sad, so much as resigned. "I know she probably left because she didn't want to marry me, but both of our clan's honor demands that I at least try and find her, in case she was forced away or ran into trouble. I heard a rumor that a Sullundr druid had been spotted in Skask– a small towns a week's travel from the dungeon– so I've been working my way in this direction ever since."


So, to answer your question, I'll be taking us in that direction once we get a breather. You're welcome to join us, if you want. I know you're waiting for that friend of yours, but…" Waiting to throw her into a gnoll cave, maybe. You keep that thought from your features as you answer noncommittally. You've got a week or so to decide, and you can still possibly convince her to stick around.


Silence dominates the room for a little bit. None of Merin's band really seems sure what to say, now that she's spilled her reason for being here to them. You thank her for her candidness and decide to change the subject.

"So, Fi." You jostle the little halfling who has nestled so far against you she's basically using your right breast as a pillow. "You know that greed is a sin, don't you?"

You glare at her with mock seriousness and she sticks her tongue out at you before nestling deeper against your chest and going silent for a moment.

"It's not anything major, like boss here." She nods at the other woman to assure her that she's not criticizing her. "I grew up poor. My mom and mama wanted a full house, and the Goddesses gave it to them. Never bothered to consider whether they could afford it, though." The bitterness in her voice sends an empathetic tingle up your spine. You know how it is to be failed by your Mother.

"Spent most of my time as a kid splitting things between at least two of my sisters. Eventually, I figured out that it was easier to hide things from them or sneak 'em when they weren't looking. Most of 'em don't talk to me nowadays."

Fi looks up from your pillow breast. "That work for you?"


"It does." You brush her hair back and give her a kiss on the forehead. It feels like the right thing to do, and she looks like she could use it. "Thank you, Fi."

Your clever plan to lessen the awkward feeling in the room has backfired on you completely, as silence continues to dominate the room. You curse the hubris and folly that lead you to this moment.

Thinking quickly, you look to your other wing's occupant. Liane clearly wishes she could share a space with Fi on your other breast, but doesn't quite have the guts to do so.

You show her the mercy of Heaven and give her the courage she needs, cupping your left hand gently against her shoulder and leaning her onto her new pillow, wrapping your wings tightly around both women. As a bonus you get to settle part of your wing in the mage's cleavages, which is nice.

"Liane." You say softly, causing her to shiver and look up.

"Y-yes?" She squeaks.

"Why don't you tell me about your magic? I'd love to see you show off, you know." In more ways than one, and you can tell the implication has hit her, even if she doesn't realize that you intended it that way.

There's an audible gulp and she looks up at you. "W-well, I don't know all that many spells yet. Just… magic missile, and some minor magic. I was hoping to find a teacher out here, or finding a spellbook…" she trails off, the thought of magic actually distracting her enough that she is no longer nearly drooling on your chest.

With a little more prodding you get her to spill some of the basics of arcane theory. It's actually not all that different from divine magic, from what you gather, mostly being a matter of invoking old laws and commands woven into Gaea at its creation. You wonder if demonic sorceries are the same? You were always told that they were horrid blasphemies against all that was good, but it's not like you ever saw really felt anything all that off from the devils when they cast it, beyond just the fact that they were devils.

(Progress towards a Unity evolution has been made.)


You learn enough from Liane that you can now confidently cast Magic Missile and Nelaria's Handy Lubricant. Watching her squirm about trying to convince you and the others that the latter spell is required learning in the academies was honestly worth it all on its own. You don't need divine magic to know that she's lying.


Sybil returns to find you serving as a makeshift bed and pillow, all in one. At some point Evara decided to hug you from behind, while Fi moved to your lap and Merin took her place under your wing. You are now an angel-fort. Ju is meditating to the side, as stoic as ever, but she's close enough that it doesn't feel like she's snubbing you.

You're once again very thankful that you are not currently sporting a cock, or Fi would probably be suffering flashbacks at the moment. As it is Sybil's girlish giggle at the sight of you just makes you really, really wet. Goddess, does everything she do have to make you so horny? You're going to have to stand up soon or someone's going to ask questions.

Thankfully, Sybil, the bastion of goodness that she is, gives you an immediate out. "Could I steal Ariel from you for a while, ladies? We really do need to talk."

Merin's Merry Mercenaries, as they have recently decided to call themselves in a heated debate held beneath your ebon wings, agree to relinquish their new fort. You're not too quick to stand up– don't want to offend anyone– but you do make as much haste as you think you can get away with to reach Sybil.

Sybil leads you to third and final room in the church. It's a bit less cramped than the medical room, with two beds on either side of a smallish room. If you had to guess, the other two priestesses sleep in the same bed, while Sybil takes the remaining one.

"Kae and Filia are at the inn, tending to the adventurers there. It sounded like you were all having a moment in there, so I thought it best that we engage in a little outreach instead of accepting the wounded here," she explains. "So we should be able to talk freely."

She gestures for you to sit on the foot of one of the beds it smells just like her you want to bury your face in the sheets and sits opposite on the other bed, facing you with those lovely silver eyes of hers. You have to make a herculean effort not to glance down at her cleavage, but manage it for now.

"You really are something, Ariel," she says after a long moment of torturous silence. "It has yet to be a full day's time since you came to me, and already you are out saving those in need. I expected… well, I do not know what I expected."

"I promised I would help you if you proved yourself to me, and you have. The way that woman… Merin, yes? The way she spoke about you was just like how every other person you have helped did. You may be… different, now, but you are still the woman I know. I am sorry I did not believe you before."

She looks genuinely ashamed of herself for doubting you, which isn't entirely fair to her, because you're honestly not sure how much of this is an act yourself anymore. You saved them because you wanted to get in her good graces, not out of any real benevolence. Sure, you put yourself at risk in the process, but that doesn't make you the hero of the day. Does it?

How do you feel about what you have done so far?


You're feeling a lot things right now. A little happy, because you've made new friends, and won the trust of another. And you're happy because you can call them friends. You didn't really have many as an angel, and Goddess knows you didn't have any as a Fallen until now.

Or maybe I did, you can't help but think as you look at Sybil. Maybe you weren't lying when you said you wanted to continue to help her. Maybe you told her the truth not as some gambit to win her trust, but out of a genuine want for her approval.

So many maybes, but you do know one thing for sure. When you were an angel you only did what you were supposed to, because that's what you were born for. Angels spend their lives shuttled from mortal to mortal, throwing themselves into danger for their sake, but they never really chose to do so.

But you? You saved Merin's group because it was the right thing to do. You could have taken the easy route, let the goblins have their fun and slink away like a thief in the night, but you didn't. Even if no-one else ever knows that you had a choice, you'll always know you made the right one. A warm feeling rises in your chest, temporarily flooding out the haze of arousal that permeates the air around Sybil.

It takes a moment to realize what it is. You feel… good. Just good. There's no other word for it, really.


You take a deep breath as the feeling fades, forever engraving this moment in your heart. Sybil looks at you curiously.

"Are you alright, Ariel?" Her voice breaks you out of the moment completely, and you shake your head, causing her face to twist with concern.

"I'm fine, Sybil. Thank you." You mean it, kind of. You're still pretty turned on at the moment, but you can power through for a friend.

"Well… you can tell me if anything changes. If something hurts, or you hear devils tempting you… anything. I will be there for you." Her eyes are filled with determination and a fire you did not know she possessed, and you know she means every word.

"Actually…" you begin, before the haze overtakes you completely.


It's like someone ripped off your wings, and you spent a while having to walk everywhere. Then you got your wings back, and you still kind of know how to fly, but your muscles haven't really developed yet.

That's how you'd describe it to Sybil, if she had wings, which she sadly lacks. You think she'd have a lovely pair of black wings to match your own, and you could fly together into a high place where no-one could bother you, and…

You feel a sensation like ice water being poured through your veins as you finally manage to get it right. Relief, the mainstay of any self-respecting divine caster, is once again yours to command. You even remember how to cast Plan Better, one of the more useful mortal-invented divine magics. More than one woman owes her lack of motherhood to you, and it's nice to know you don't have to worry about yourself or your allies if worst comes to worst.

You're still a mess by the end of things, which the priestess notices. You hope she doesn't think too badly of how obvious it is you want her. It's kind of embarrassing, actually, having a woman know that you'd die to get in her pants.

(Three evolutions have been unlocked. Forgiven Heresies are those Fallen who seek mastery of divine magics once lost to them, and strive to remain forthright in their endeavors. Syncretic Curiosities aim to master devilish sorceries and divine magic alike, and have begun to piece together the similarities between the two. Fallen Wisdoms delve deep into the dark arts, mastering devilish sorceries to a degree unmatched by their fellows.)

(I'll add their advantages sometime after the live.)


You're fine, though. You're slick with sweat, panting a little, and you can't stop wondering why the hell they make the priestess outfits so fucking tight because goddamn if Sybil's ass isn't just the most magnificent thing you've ever seen. You didn't even know that butts could be so sexy. No wonder that lamia never let go of your… nevermind.

You're totally fine.

Sybil is stuck between wanting to help you and not really knowing how, since she's clearly the cause of the issue. You managed to explain a little about how you feel around her, and she turned a lovely shade of pink, but was mortified that you'd had to endure it nonetheless.

You take some time outside of her room to calm yourself before speaking with her once more. You've spent most of the day learning magic of some form or another, and now you could use a rest. Sybil is more than happy to let you sleep in the church with Merin's group. When you tell her that you considered telling them what you are she was concerned, yet willing to back you up should you still wish to do so.

You could also find another place to sleep, should you so wish. Maybe jack off in peace, and finally get some release.


You and Sybil return to the medical room, where the MMM are currently engaging in various personal activities. Liane is reading, Ju meditates, you're pretty sure you just saw Fi swipe Evara's panties…

As a fellow expert at sleight-of-hand, you can't help but respect the smoothness with which she does it. Evara doesn't even notice until she sits on the bed and feels the straw poke her bare ass.

Fortunately for the halfling, Sybil clears her throat just in time to spare the halfling her bard companion's wrath. Everyone turns to look at the two of you, and you're somewhat happy to see that more than one face is alight with concern at your state.

"Ariel would like to tell you all something, if you would not mind gathering around?" Sybil, the veritable saint, takes the lead for you. The girls obediently gather in a semicircle facing you and the priestess, expressions varying from worried to curious to that same face Ju always wears. You're starting to wonder how much effort it is to maintain that measured look all the time. You're pretty sure she looks like that when she sleeps.

You force yourself to stop mentally procrastinating and take a deep breath. "I have lied to you all, and for that I am deeply sorry." You mean it, too.

Not even Fi interrupts, giving you the chance to gather your thoughts before continuing. "I am not an angel. Not any longer. Not since…" Another breath. Funny. It wasn't this hard the first time around, with Sybil. Why is that?

"Not since a monster took me in the dungeon."

You could hear a gnat land across the room in the silence that follows. Part of you screams that you fucked up, that you have to get away now before they can reach their weapons. The better part of you wants to stay, to know they trust you, even if they've really only just met you.

Fi is the first, perhaps unsurprisingly. Arms half the size of your own wrap around your neck as she comes in for a hug. The others follow after, but it's hard to really keep track of the order. It's more of an all at once kind of thing. Even Ju embraces you, her grip on you firm and gentle.

All-in-all you can't help but be reminded of what happened with Liane, yesterday. There are tears, and apologies, and whispered assurances. Promises to help you, like you helped them. That feeling from before returns, a warm glow that flows through you and leaves you tingling in a way that isn't purely sexual.


You're given a bed in between Liane and Merin. You're not quite in the middle of the room, but knowing that they trust you enough that they're willing to sleep next to you instead of shunting you off to a corner is heartening. Sybil tucks you in, and even gives you a kiss on the cheek before she leaves. You drift off to sleep, the events of everything since your Fall finally catching up to you all at once…

…only to be shaken awake by a now familiar friend.


You blink the sleep from your eyes to find Liane shuffling into bed next to you. Your first instinct is to complain that she woke you up, as you're still a bit out of it. That is until you feel her snuggle up against you, and realize that she's bare-ass naked.

There's just enough light in the room that you can see her furiously blushing face, but she successfully covers both of you with the blankets before you can catch a glimpse of anything scandalous. Not that her touch alone isn't driving you wild, but hey.

Both of you are dead silent as you gaze at one another, but the sound of your heart thundering in your ears more than makes up for the lack of noise in the room. It's clear what she's offering you, even if she won't outright say it. She edges closer to you, and you feel her ample breasts press against your own, dimly aware that the only thing keeping your nipples from touching is the thin cloth of the nightwear that Sybil lent you.

You break first, diving in to claim her lips with your own. She lets out a surprised "Oh!" that rapidly evolves into a drawn out moan as your tongue parts her lips and finds its twin, the two of you rapidly coiling around one another with all the sexual grace one would expect from a pair of virgin schoolgirls. That is to say, none at all.

Still, you both make up for in enthusiasm what you lack in technique. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet *smack* that sounds occasionally when one of you separates to take a breath, before you plunge once more into the fray. You're vaguely aware that neither of you is under the covers any longer, and that you've shucked of your borrowed nightwear and tossed it to be forgotten in a corner, as you feel her bare nipples kiss your own.

At last you pull apart completely, both of you slick with sweat and panting like a pair of dogs in heat.

You can see all of her now. She half-heartedly attempts to cover one of her bountiful breasts, but the pretty pink of both areola is visible to you regardless. Her crotch is just out of your sight, hidden just beyond her thighs like the metaphorical forbidden fruit.

You finish drinking in the sight of her and swallow as you meet her eyes. Moisture collects in the corners of them, but she smiles and wipes them away when you notice them. "It's okay. I'm just nervous. I've never been… intimate with anyone. Not like this."

You remember now that she'd miraculously escaped the goblins with her virginity intact. You can't help but shudder in a mix of joy and arousal when you realize that this will be a first for you both. You've yet to put your masculine organ to use. There's something romantic about the two of you taking your firsts, even if you have only known each other a couple of days.


You feel a stirring of memory at the back of your mind as your cock begins to take shape once more. Your other first was violent, passionate, and torturously blissful. You could reach deep, and mimic the shape of those things that took your own chastity. You don't want to hurt Liane, by any means, but it would make both of your first times something to truly remember.


You let the memories dissipate. What's important is the girl who is baring her everything to you, even though everything you have seen of her up to now has proven her to be a wallflower. She's either more courageous than you credited her for, or far more enamored with you than you guessed. Either way, she deserves better than to have this moment tainted by that particular memory.

Your cock comes to form, standing proud and erect, the foreskin already stretched back to expose your pinkish-purple head. She gapes at it in surprise, before reaching up to give it a tentative stroke.

"It's bigger than I thought it would be," she says shyly, glancing down at her own drooling crotch. "But I think I can handle it. If we have to use, um, that spell we can." You grin at her as you move in closer, the heat of her body radiating into your own.

Your hand presses gently but insistently against her shoulder and she obediently falls backward, taking you with her. She giggles as you land atop her, then gasps as your cock rubs at her tender folds. You might not need that spell, actually. She's not quite at the "Ariel after spending hours with Sybil" level of fluid production, but she's close.


That gives you a naughty idea, actually. You've never done it yourself, of course, but you've heard several of the women you've accompanied over the centuries discussing it. It can't be all that hard.

You plant another wet kiss against your lover's lips and crawl back off of her a bit, continuing to kiss her as you make your way down her body. You linger a moment to suckle one teat, then the other, making her squeal and jerk her hips up. Then you're back to trailing down her, snaking your tongue across her tummy until you reach your prize.

Her pussy is bereft of pubic hair, and you wonder if she has a spell that shaves for her or if she's just naturally bald down here. Or maybe she shaved just for you? The lack of hair helps you notice that her clitoris is engorged and has shrugged off its hood, exposing her most sensitive spot to your tender ministrations.

You bring your fingers up and between her lips and spread them, splaying her lips wide so that you can see the pink of her inner folds in great detail. She's mewling now, a noise you encourage by flicking your bottom of your tongue against the head of her clit, causing her to buck her hips again, pressing her pussy directly against your mouth.

You're not one to turn down such an opportunity. You catch her bottom and hoist her legs over your shoulders before she falls back down, and begin to eat her out in earnest. You plunge your tongue into her tight love canal as much as you can, her walls squeezing and spasming around your nimble organ. You gently twirl her clitoris between your two of the fingers on your right hand, your left reaching up to catch her own and entwine your fingers together.

"Right there!" She manages to gasp at you as you continue your oral assault. You redouble the efforts of your tongue and clitoris both, squeezing her hand tighter as her inner walls begin to contract more erratically. A few breaths is all it takes to bring her over the edge, and you're suddenly reminded of the goblin that Ju defeated yesterday as Liane's thighs wrap tightly around your head as she lets out a cry of pure ecstasy.


Her grip on your head loosens and you come up for air, the two of you gasping together. Your cock is so engorged it hurts, and you know the only way to solve that issue is a few thrusts away. You set her ass back down on the bed and slink back up to her, the salty-sweet taste of her pussy still dancing across your tongue.

Liane's breasts rise and fall as she gulps in air, her blissed-out eyes not noticing you until you once more lock your lips against hers. She moans delightedly into you, her tongue rushing to meet yours, savoring the taste of her own sex.

She breaks the kiss in a hurry when she feels your cockhead press against her sopping passage. "Wait, I'm still sensiiiiIIIIIIII!!!" Whatever she was about to say is lost in a cry of pleasure as you press forward to claim her. You wrap your arms around her and take her mouth yet again, her squeal of delight echoing in your head as you seal off her lips. You meet the briefest resistance, but her incredible wetness, combined with your sudden forceful thrust, prove too much for her hymen to handle. You hilt yourself deep in the newly-deflowered woman, your own moans of bliss mingling with hers in the kiss.

It takes every bit of what little control you have left to not immediately blow your load inside of her. You focus on her tongue, her muffled voice, her breasts pressing into your own, anything but the brand-new sensation of her pussy milking your cock for all its worth. Her squelching insides feel an order of magnitude more velvety wrapped around your cock than they did on your tongue, and the shuddering of her walls causes her to coil around your cock and inflict upon you sensations that you never knew existed.

You hold on valiantly, thrusting in and and out of her with minimal trouble, her already copious juices and your saliva providing more than enough lubrication to make up for her formerly-virginal tightness. The slapping of your hips against her own, the squelching of your cock plunging into her pussy, and both of your now-incoherent cries form a chorus of sexual noise that must have woken the entire church, if not the next couple of building over as well.

Eventually, the inevitable happens. The buildup of sensation in your crotch that you'd been trying to press down reaches a crescendo, and you scream one final scream as a deluge of semen floods Liane's love canal. You continue to hammer into her as you cum, sending her into another orgasmic fit of her own. The two of you rock back and forth against one another as the intense feelings fade, muttering sweet words into one another's ears as you ride the high of the afterglow to its conclusion.


You lay atop Liane for a while longer, running your fingers through her hair and meeting her lips for kisses whenever she leans in. Your cock is still in her, flaccid as it is, and a few spike of pleasure accompany small spurts of cum that you release into her well-filled pussy.

When you're well-and truly empty you slide off her, laying against her side. The two of you don't say anything. What is there to say, really, after an experience like that? Eventually sleep claims you both as you lay with your arms and legs wrapped tight around one another, and for the first time in a long time, your dreams are not haunted by a serpentine spectre.


(Despite your passion, your seed does not take hold in Liane. Perhaps it's for the best… for the time being at least.)

(Thanks to you choosing to indulge in your lust with a willing and intimate partner, you have unlocked the Syncretic Affection evolution. Affections explore the lines between lust and love, and seek to spread their discoveries to others. In addition, because you rejected a chance to indulge in depravity with the Memory of Defilement, and exposed yourself to Sybil's aura repeatedly without indulging in sin, you have unlocked the Forgiven Desire evolution. Desires reject opportunities to take unwilling lovers or corrupt the innocent, while still engaging in intimacy.)


Rousing yourself from sleep proves to be a more difficult task than usual, not helped at all by the warmth currently overwhelming the front of your body. You crack your eyes open a peek and are greeted by the sight of Liane clinging to you like a babe clings to her mother. Her head is currently pressed against your chest, the tickling sensation of her breath on your bare breasts causing a small spark of arousal to course through you.

"Hey." Only now do you notice Fi perched on the bed across from you two, grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Wasn't Merin sleeping there… wait. Oh. Oh dear. You'd been far too caught up in the moment yesterday to consider that you had no less than four potential witnesses in the room, and you weren't exactly quiet.

Her grin widens as she sees the realization dawn on you. "Relax. We all knew what she was gonna do. Evara even gave her some quick pointers. Not that it sounded like you needed 'em, stud." Your feel the blood rush to your face and you reflexively rise, causing your lover to let out a sleepy little "ⁿᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ" in protest and pull you back in.

The halfling laughs at both your embarrassment and Liane's refusal to release you. "Boss an' Ju went ahead to the inn, to see what sorta messes we can get up to over the next week or so. Evara's over there." She points, and you see the elf tying her hair into twintails. "We let you two sleep most of the morning, but we really gotta get you up soon. Can't let a good day to waste, y'know?"

You nod your agreement, though part of you files away a need to get back at the rogue for her teasing. It takes a minute, but you manage to shake Liane awake and separate from her. Your face flushes once more as you realize that you threw your nightwear over in Ju's corner of the room, and make a short trot of shame over to your angel robes, slipping them on with practiced ease.

It's not all that hard to notice the looks all three of the women in the room with you cast your way as you walk naked across the room. Even Evara looks flushed as her eyes roam over your lower half, and you see her legs twitch inward reflexively. Fi goes quiet, and you swear you hear her breath quicken. Liane, perhaps unsurprisingly, handles the sight of you the best. If anything, she looks a little smug as the other two eyefuck you. Apparently your activities last night left something of an impression.


Sybil is blushing when she greets you in the church proper, though she doesn't chastise you for acting on your impulses. She spends a moment with Liane in another room, which ends with Liane looking a little disappointed, yet relieved, while Sybil looks satisfied.

"Sorry, I know this is hard for you," Sybil says to you in the room she shares with her fellow priestesses. "But I just want to make sure you are alright after… making love, to that young woman." She flushes a lovely red as she says that, and you can't help but picture that same shade across the rest of the body while you make love to her, that lovely face twisted in sublime ecstasy…

Goddess, it's hard to focus with her around sometimes. You have no clue how you made it through your magic session yesterday. "I'm fine. Better than fine, actually. You put it pretty well when you said 'making love,' I think. It wasn't just sex, it was intimacy." You almost want to launch into a description of last night, but you honestly don't think the pure woman's heart could handle it.

She beams at you and nods. "Good. So long as you are both safe, and happy with one another, then I suppose there was no need to worry. She is not pregnant–" you feel a sharp sense of disappointment, but you push it down, "–and you are not experiencing any worsened urges. Speaking of, since I know it will be difficult for you to learn magic from myself for the time being…"

She turns and bends over to reach under the bed, causing your cock to immediately surge to full mast. You're tempted to leave it as-is, and let her see what she does to you. It'd probably be more polite to dismiss it, however.


You quickly will your manhood away as she rises and turns around, blissfully ignorant of the sheer sexuality of what she just did. She holds a small book out to you, which you take. It's a simple thing, bound in decent leather and lacking any identifying details.

"I did not have time to make it anything special," she says apologetically, "but I copied over the spells from my own tome, for you to learn on your own." You flip through it quickly. Sure enough, several pages are filled out with Minor and Lesser Divine magics, and the instructions on how to cast them. She must have done this either after you first came to her, in which case she was more trusting than you thought, or she rushed to finish it last night. Which is so incredibly thoughtful that you find yourself wanting to sweep her into a kiss, which you refrain from. Goddess knows you wouldn't be able to stop at that.

You hold the tome tight to your chest and look up at the standing priestess. "Thank you, Sybil. I'll treasure it." She smiles at you in return, and waves you off. "Go on now, Ariel. You've got friends to meet, and I know it's hard for you to be around me. I'll still be here when you decide to come back."

Liane, Fi, and Evara all await you in the church proper. "All set?" Liane asks sweetly as she takes you arm and leans against you. She's very forward now, you notice. Not quite possessive, but proud to flaunt her new lover.

"Yes. Sybil just wanted to make sure everything was alright." you reply. "Are we off to meet with the others, then?"

Liane affirms this and drags you outside and towards the inn, the other two not far behind. You arrive at your destination in minutes, and are ushered in to the tamer of the outpost's two watering holes.

The Silver Key is probably the nicest building in town, as the former adventurer owner put forth a not-inconsiderable amount of her own money to have it made. Polished wood tables and chairs are strewn throughout the main hall, each at a respectable difference from its fellows, and the stairway up to the bedrooms is tucked away in a corner. Adventurers of several races mingle here and there, tucking away food or chatting over jobs. You're waved over to a table by Merin and Ju, who greet you cheerfully. Both of their eyes linger a bit longer on you than the rest of the group, and you see a faint pink on both their cheeks.


"We've found a couple of possible jobs, but we're waiting on updates on both of them. For now, we're kind of stuck twiddling our thumbs." Merin says with some annoyance after you all have settled in. "We would love to have you along with us once we know more, Ariel. We've seen you fight once already, and you're our friend. We trust you to have our back."

Would you like to join up with Merin's group for the next week or so? It'd certainly make your life easier, though if you wish to seek out a personal vendetta you may not be able to do so while with them.


"I'd love to join you," you say, sincerely. Liane snuggles you a little harder, and Fi places her head in your lap. You know at least two members of the Mercenaries would have been more than a little sad had you turned them down, at least.

"Great! Then that brings us to something we should have done yesterday." She reaches into her coinpurse and pulls out a handful of silver coins that bear the face of Maxime II, the third High Priestess of the Holy Church of Justicia. "Your pay for the delivery."

You look at her in surprise, and she waves a hand. "We wouldn't have made it without you, and should have paid you on the spot for it. We'd have given it to you whether you joined us or not, so take it. Buy yourself some new gear while we wait for the scouts to get back, or just buy yourself something nice."

You take the coins after a moment's pause, the mere thought of accepting pay for your services still somewhat alien to you. "Thank you," you say as you tuck the coins away, "I'll spend it wisely."

"Mm," the warrior affirms, "That's all for now. I already got my shopping done earlier this morning. Now it's all of your turns." She dismisses you all and you make your way back out into Latchky proper, your new coin feeling oddly heavy in your pocket.

You've never been shopping before. Liane apparently wants to look at the ramshackle magic shop that's in town, while Ju accompanies her out of concern for her being swindled. Fi and Evara are headed to the armorer's to get some new gear after the goblins tore theirs up.

You could also just wander around on your own and see if something catches your eye. Shopping can't be that hard, can it?


You head to the armorer with Fi and Evara. Liane looks disappointed, but apparently the prospect of interesting magics is enough that she gets over it easily enough. Ju nods to you solemnly and accompanies the young mage.

The armorer is a strange woman, you recall as you enter the shop. A well-muscled, red-haired human sits at the counter, the fruits of her trade displayed behind her. She's busy sketching something on a piece of parchment as you walk past the doorway. "Mornin'." She says lazily as the door creaks shut. She doesn't bother looking up from her sketch. "You just here for a touch up or you after actual work?"

Fi takes the lead. "Gobs tore me an' my friend's gear yesterday. Could use a patchjob." The armorer grunts, before Fi continues. "My other friend here could use some brand new gear, though. Something that has space for the wings, probably."

"Wings?" The armorer pauses, confused, then looks up sharply. Her eyes focus on you. "You're that angel that brat Lita was lugging around. Heard she lost you in the dungeon. No matter." She stands, then makes her way over to you with a measure. "You two, leave your gear on the table. I'll get to it in a sec. You," she places a hand on your shoulder. Goddess, she's tall. "Hold still for a minute."


The armorer, whose name you discover is Ambria after some prodding, measures just about every inch of your body over the course of the next couple of minutes with practiced ease. She's completely professional about it, though you do blush a little as she measures your more sensitive areas.

"Alright," she says with satisfaction as she finishes writing down your sizes. "What exactly are you after here? I can't make anything that needs a ton of metal, but if you just want a chainmail or a bit of chain I can handle that. We could also make you something a bit lighter, with more open space. It'd not provide as much protection, but it breathes better. Makes you a bit more of an appealing target to a lot of monsters, though."


"The harness, please," you say. She nods and tosses the parchment and pen over on her counter. "Stick around for a bit. Should be able to finish you and your friends stuff in an hour or two."

You sit down in one of the two chairs she has that aren't behind the counter, Fi taking your lap while Evara takes the other chair. You run your fingers through the rogue's hair idly, and she leans against you with a satisfied sigh.

Since it seems like you'll be here a bit, now might be a good time to get closer to these two. You could also just pass the time in silence.


"So, Evara," you begin your line of questioning as you often do, "any really exciting stories to share? Tales of epic battle, or sordid affairs?"

She laughs. "I don't know that I would call any fight I've been in 'epic.' Hmm…." She taps her finger against her chin as she considers. "Well, I suppose one story does stand out. Way back when I didn't know any better I was part of a group that had plans to make it big, in the way that every other fool adventurer plans to make it big." She pauses for effect. "We were going to rob a dragon's hoard."

Fi quirks an eyebrow. "Kinda aiming high there, weren't you?" Evara nods in agreement.

"We were no match for a regular dragon, obviously. But we knew where the hoard of a lesser dragon was, and we figured that if push came to shove numbers would see us through." Her eyes glaze over wistfully as she thinks on the past with a little grin. "Nothing but a bunch of idiots, is what we were."

"We might have even been able to do it, but we made one fatal error. We fought the monster in its lair. Turns out all scalekin have a sort of greed to them that makes them a hell of a lot more ornery than usual if they think you're after their valuables. She fought like a woman possessed, and we ended up spending the next two months or so popping out kobolds to watch her treasure before she let us go." She laughs again. "Honestly, if you're into rough stuff she was actually pretty fun to fuck. Dunno that I'd mind fucking up another dragon dive."

You notice Fi squirm in your lap as Evara talks about her rough treatment. If you're not mistaken, the halfling might not mind being taken a little hard herself.

(Category Aspect Discovered!)

(Scalekin, for reasons no-one really understands, have a mad desire to build hoards of treasure. They find it difficult to relinquish their valuables even if it would benefit them to do so, and find it difficult to focus when the promise of wealth is dangled in front of them. On the flipside, scalekin fight like madwomen to defend their hoards, and gain a bonus based on the size of it when acting to defend it.)

(You have discovered one of Fi's fetishes– she likes rough sex.)


The armorer returns with your valuables as Evara is regaling you with a tale of the time she had to sneak naked out of the estate of a married noblewoman. "Try it on, angel. Should fit right over your wings."

She gestures to a curtained-off room for you to change in, and you do as she says. The leather is just snug enough to feel like it's hugging you, and whatever she lined it with proves to not be terribly uncomfortable. Your wings don't really have room in the changing room to fan out, but a few test flaps in the shop proper confirm that you shouldn't have any issue flying.

"Not a bad job. Never had to work with wings before." The armorer says as she accepts your coin. "If you get your hands on any interesting material then hit me up. I'd love to work with a body like yours again."

Is she flirting? You honestly can't tell, she said it so matter-of-factly. You tell her you'll return in the future if possible, and head outside to wait for Evara and Fi. The three of you then make your way to the inn, freshly armored and ready to go.

Ju and Liane beat you back, unsurprisingly. The mage has her nose buried in a book, while Ju is currently eating what appears to be egg drop soup. They and Merin all look at you as you take your seat.

"Not bad." Merin notes, looking you over. "It fits you. Liane here found a book on draconic magic, and Ju bought some incense. And I," she says, proudly, "have gotten more info on those jobs I was talking about."


"First job that stuck out is to deal with some kobolds that have been trapping tunnels that new blood tend to frequent. Usually they only bother to trap hunting grounds or spots near their nests, so all signs point to them expanding their territory. A few girls have gone missing, presumably taken as breeding stock, but one group did make it back mostly intact. They said that their fighter got wrapped up in some sort of magic rope before she was hauled off, so chances are there's a caster among the kobolds."

Liane frowns. "I don't think kobolds know any magic rope spells. Their magic is more elemental in nature."

She isn't wrong. In fact, if you didn't know any better, you'd say it sounded like an Infernal spell. You've fought enough devils to recognize the description.

The warrior shrugs in response. "That's what they said. They could have just been confused, or misunderstood how a trap worked."

"The other job is to recover some thief named Scarlet who went into the dungeon a week or so back and hasn't come out. She had a map on her that was on loan, and the loaner wants it back. Technically we'd only really need to bring the map back, but it's not like we'll just leave the woman if we find her too."

Your fists clench beneath the table. You know Scarlet, and her goddess-damned map. That very same map led to your fall, and Scarlet was one of the cowards who left you to Fall.

Merin clears her throat, as the group has erupted into discussions on the jobs. "Group vote. All for the kobold job raise your right hand, all for the thief raise your left. I'll abstain, as usual." Evara and Liane raise their right hands, while Ju and Fi raise their left.

"Looks like you're the tiebreaker, Ariel."


You raise your right hand. "Kobolds it is, then. Give me a minute to confirm with the client." She stands and makes her way over to a taciturn-looking woman who you recognize as one of the more veteran adventurers in Latchky.

Merin returns and grins at your group. "Alright, we're in business. If we're not back in a week or so they'll assume we got taken too, and send a stronger group. We head out tomorrow morning, so get any last tasks done for the day. That means you, Liane. Learn whatever magic you want out of that book, and make sure you're ready for tomorrow."

The mage nods with determination, and Merin stretches. "Well, that's that. I'm gonna stick around, take the chance to wet my whistle. See you all this tonight."


You spend several hours learning the basics of wielding a dagger from Fi. By the end of it, you've got enough of a grasp of the concept that she is willing to call you "passable," though she notes that you still have a ways to go.

You also have the oddest feeling of déjà vu. Huh.

(Ariel has learned Dagger Rank 1.)


You're surprised to find Fi in the church proper speaking with Sybil. The halfling seems… not distressed, so much as confused. They both look over at you as the shadow of your wings casts over them.

"I'm not interrupting anything, I hope?" Fi shakes her head, and Sybil hesitantly follows her lead.

"Nah. Just me trying to get answers I know probably aren't really there." Fi shrugs, her apparent nonchalance betrayed by her tone. "It's nothing."

Sybil pats the rogue on the shoulder sadly. "It is not nothing, dear. It is natural to doubt, and to be frustrated. I only wish I had the answers you seek."

Curiosity overtakes prudence for the moment, and you cannot help but pry. "Maybe I can help? If it's a religious matter, I mean. I wa… er, am an angel," you catch yourself. There's no-one else here, but that doesn't mean you should go getting used to acknowledging what you are. "So I know a thing or two about that sort of thing."

Fi is quiet for a long moment before she speaks, looking you dead in the eyes. "You remember how I told you about my family, yesterday? I want to know… why. Why would the goddesses give a pair of women who could barely take care of themselves eight children, just because they asked? The priestess back home always told me it was a test, but that's bull. What me and my sisters do to deserve a test like that?"

Hm. It would appear that Fi is a bit more torn up about her family situation than she lets on. You think back to your time as an angel, trying to remember any relevant information for her…


"The goddesses… don't really take much of a direct hand in pregnancy like that," you acknowledge, "Unless the child has some great destiny they have set for it. Most of the time, pregnancy is overseen by mid-to-high-ranking spirits that serve each goddess. My sister Sariel oversaw many births for Justicia's faithful, for example, though she is not the only one of my siblings to do so."

Fi's eyes never leave yours as you tentatively explain the reason for her family's poverty. "Higher-ranking angels like Sariel don't really interact directly with mortals all that often. If she grants children, she does so based on what little she understands about the Beloved. Sometimes this means she grants children to those who do not deserve them, as she mistakes an orderly couple for good parent material."

You take a breath and shake your head. "But I doubt Sariel–or any of my sisters, for that matter– would grant your parents children, based on what you have told me. They do not give children to those unable to care for them."

Fi nods slowly. "My parents weren't big into the Church of Justicia. They told me a druid did the ceremony."

You sigh. "That sounds right. Fera's spirits do not care as much about whether someone can take care of children, from what little I know. They would have been amenable to any wish for many children, regardless of whether it was wise or not. I cannot claim to know their thoughts like I can for my sisters, however."

The rogue sits down and is quiet for a long time. Sybil sits next to her and places a hand over the halfling's own, which Fi does not reject. You find yourself feeling jealous of her, but push down the Urge-induced envy. Eventually, she squeezes the priestess's hand and stands, turning to face you.

"Thanks, Ariel. It's not really the answer I think I wanted, but then I guess I don't really know what I wanted to hear in the first place." She smiles ruefully. "But now I know."

You dip down to give her a kiss on the forehead, which she accepts, reaching up to hug your neck. You return it, holding her for a long while, before she lets go. She thanks Sybil and returns to the medical rooms to begin unwinding for the night.

Sybil looks at you greatfully, mouthing her own thanks to you, before retiring to her own chambers.

(You have given Fi some amount of closure over her childhood. Her affection for you has deepened to a level that matches Liane's. Sybil has witnessed you acting as an angel should, and her own admiration for you, considerable as it already was, is now overflowing.)


Dusk falls, and it is time to rest your head. Liane is absorbed in her new book, but you think Fi would be willing to sleep with you, should you so wish. She'd probably appreciate the distraction, honestly. Alternatively, you think you may be able to tempt Sybil into sleeping with you. She's more than convinced that you aren't a walking concentration of evil in the shape of an angel now, so she would not reject the idea outright.


The room is currently occupied by your fellow party members stripping down and getting ready for the night. The sight of their nubile bodies is enough to make you a bit dizzy as you come down from the high of Sybil's presence, and you find your eyes drawn to one woman in particular.

Fi is currently bent over, one leg in the air while the other remains planted on the floor. Her panties dangle from her raised foot, from which she plucks the garment and tosses it to the side. The entire display gives you an excellent view of her surprisingly large bottom and just a glimpse of her nether region. She looks back at you, then deliberately gets under the covers, still nude. The invitation is clear.

The others all look at you expectantly, and you feel the blood rush to your face. Evara jerks a finger at Fi's form, encouraging you to take her. Liane pulls her nose from her book, instead reaching into her pouch to pull out her diary. She looks at you with expectant eyes, her cheeks rosy as she anticipates watching you stretch the halfling out just the same way she was. Ju and Merin are both silent, though you see their faces color all the same in the dim light of the room.


You move next to Fi's bed and deliberately begin stripping out of your new armor, and you catch the light reflect off of the rogue's eyes peeking from between the sheets as she takes in your nudity. You slowly form your cock and balls, and you see her eyes go wide as she marvels at the size of the former. You kind of wish you'd been able to have the armorer measure it, but ah well. For now, you know it's large enough that Fi is going to be struggling to take all of you.

With a little shuffle and a shove you slide under the covers next to her, your naked bodies drinking in one another's heat. "Hey." She says, in a funny little mirror of how she first spoke to you this morning.

"Hey." You say back, and you both laugh. She wraps her arms around your neck and leans forward to introduce her lips to your own, the two of you melting into a full-on tongue-wrestle in a matter of moments. She moans cutely into you, before breaking the kiss and reaching down to stroke your cock.

"Goddess, this thing is big." She says. "No wonder Liane was screaming last night." She pumps up and down your length with both hands as you lie next to one another, then quickly graduates to pressing your length against her small breasts and lick the tip as she does so. You return the favor by reaching around her with both hands, grabbing her ample ass with one while the other worms its way towards her sex. The two of you remain in this lewd embrace for a good minute, moaning and mewling at one another as you explore one another's most intimate spots.

Finally, she speaks up again. "I want you to fuck me, Ariel. Not like you did Liane. I want you to pound me so hard I can't walk straight tomorrow. I want the others to know you pumped enough cum into me to knock me up six times over." Her eyes are filled with a fire that's a mix of passion, determination, and something else you can't recognize, all focused on this single desire. "But… don't really knock me up. Not yet. I don't want my kids you grow up like I did, y'know?"

With a sudden burst of movement you fling the covers away and go from lying beside the halfling to looming over her, your wings spread wide like a bird of prey diving in for the kill. She's told you what she wants, and you remember how she reacted when Evara told her story earlier today. You're free to claim her every hole, if you so wish, as hard as you like. You've got Plan Better so pregnancy isn't an issue. It's time to give your friend what she wants.


You lean over the halfling, your turgid length looming over her snatch. Just to be safe, you begin by pressing your cockhead against her folds, working up and down between them in a bit of extended foreplay. She's pretty wet, but she's also tighter than Liane was, even if she isn't a virgin. The size difference is just too much to take her without hurting her too much… unless you use something else you learned from the mage.

With a little exertion of will you cause a jet of warm fluid to spurt out of your cock and onto her already-wet folds. When used this way, the Handy Lubricant spell feels like a mini-orgasm comprised entirely of precum, which you liberally apply to the tight entrance to her passage.

That's all the courtesy you extend her, however. Once you're sure she's lubed enough you take both her legs in your arms and press her knees up against her head, pressing your bodies tightly together, your own ample breasts smothering her own. Her breath hitches as your cockhead presses down harder against her pussy, which is all the warning she gets before you press down and into her.

If Liane was tight, then Fi is a vice. You're forced to pull back a bit and thrust forward over and over to claim her, dimly aware that if she'd been a virgin like Liane then even this much would be nigh-impossible. Back and forth you work your cock, each time delving deeper and deeper into her. Her voice comes in gasps and cute little squeals that you force from her with each thrust.

Finally, you work the entirety of your length into her, rocking your hips left and right to savor the sinfully tight domain you have just conquered. She's breathing harder than ever, wide eyes staring down at the visible bulge protruding from her tummy. You pull yourself out of her and she starts to say something, but then you thrust yourself back into her, cutting her off.

Slowly at first, but with building speed and intensity, you fuck her. Your hips rise and fall against her own with lewd claps, and you watch, hypnotized, as she begins to lose herself to the act. Her body, tense at first, loosens in your grip as she lies back and simply takes your assault, the woman apparently content to simply accept your pounding. Every so often she attempts to speak again, only for you to fuck her even harder to force her over the edge, reducing her to a an orgasming mess.

On and on you go, well aware of the rest of your party watching in silent awe. Finally Fi's velvety tightness proves too much for you, and you release a flood of semen into her waiting womb. It's a pity you'll have to prevent her from having children, but it is what it is. You pull yourself out of her with a lewd *pop, looking down at your smaller lover. She's a mess, all tears and drool up top while her bottom is a puddle of lube and cum. You note with satisfaction that her belly does bulge just a bit.

You could stop here. You've come, she's come, and that's that. But you don't want to stop. You've got a hell of a lot more in you, and she asked you to make it so that she can't walk tomorrow. You plan on trying your damndest to honor that request.


You grab one of her legs and flip her over, her ass jiggling in the most delightful way before it settles. You lean over her once more and press your cock in-between her cheeks, rocking back and forth, using her ass as a makeshift masturbation aid. She stirs, muttering something you can't quite make out, and on a sudden impulse you give her ass a nice smack. She squeals, jerking up a bit, the sudden sharp pain stirring her from her stupor.

"Is… is that all you've got?" She asks with a wiggle of her bottom, a slightly cocky grin that you feel is not at all warranted. You just fucked her into a pile of barely-coherent flesh, and here she is giving you cheek, in more ways than one. You respond with a grin of your own and cast Handy Lubricant once more, the mini-orgasm sensation accompanying a copious spray of lubricant that you work deeper and deeper between her cheeks as you slide between them.

Suspicion sharpens her eyes, but by the time she realizes your intent it's too late. You grab both of her arms and pull them back while pinning her legs beneath your own, preventing her from escaping. Not that she doesn't struggle a little as you continue to spray lube against the ring of her rear entrance. "W-wait! Ariel, I don't–"

"Nope~" You say with a sing-song tone as you thrust your hips and tug her hard against you. It's a fight and a half, but with a few seconds' struggle you manage to pop your cockhead in with another audible, wet popping sound. She screams in a mix of pain and pleasure as you tug her the rest of the way down your length, the lubricating precum of your spell flooding her ass and making the task easier by the second.

You have to pause at the halfway mark giving the both of you a moment to rest. Her ass is so tight it honestly hurts a little, the ring of her anus clamping down on your dick harder than you thought possible. Steeling yourself, you grit your teeth and ram the rest of your length into her, causing her to gurgle and spasm as another orgasm rocks her body. The sound of fluids hitting the bed can be heard as she squirts, which she hasn't done up until this point. Something to keep in mind for the future, you think.

You let go of one of her arms, pinning it and its twin behind her with your other. With a couple more solid smacks to her ass you rouse her again. "We're not done yet, Fi. Do try and stay conscious. Or don't. I'm not stopping either way." That's all the warning you give her before you begin fucking her ass in earnest, holding on as hard as you can to keep yourself going as long as possible. The rogue is once more reduced to a drooling mess of a woman, her tongue lolling out as you thoroughly claim her in a way no-one else has before.

As the flood in your balls fills your free hand grabs a fistful of her hair and you shove her face into the mattress. Your pounding gets quicker and rougher as she screams into the mattress, and with a grunt you finally let go, releasing another wave of thick semen into her waiting bowels. You collapse on top of her, just about spent.


You might have stopped there, had the brat kept her mouth shut. "ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗʰᶦⁿ'", she mutters into the sheets, lighting a fire in you that reinvigorates you completely. You twist her around once more, taking both of her arms and pinning them above her. "Fi, my lovely little pet, you really need to learn to keep your mouth shut." She shivers, and you know that you're giving her exactly what she wants, but hey. It's not like you're not enjoying yourself.

You cup her chin with your free hand and force open her mouth, plunging your cock into her without another word. She gurgles aroud your length, and you're willing to bet that the others can see your cock bulging in her throat as you use her mouth as your own personal cocksleeve.

"How do your insides taste, pet? Get used to the flavor, because we're going to be doing this all night until you learn not to talk back to me." She gurgles in response and you pull out to give her a second to breathe. "Well?"

"Not… done… yet…" She manages to spit out between gasps. Fine then. You stick your length back down her throat as she goes to take another breath, cutting her off as you fuck her face once more.

It's not too long before you're emptying your balls into the other side of her digestive tract, the sound of her audibly gulping around your length being the only one in the room aside from your moans of ecstasy. You pull out one last time and crawl back on the bed to look at the thoroughly fucked Fi, her every hole overflowing with your cum. Not bad, but… well. She never did apologize for talking back to you. There's still plenty of night left to teach her.


Fi passes out long before you've finished using her. You notice the others looking on in a mix of worry and envy at her state, and assure her that she'll be fine. Which reminds you, she did ask you to not knock her up.


You look with pride at the well-fucked rogue. Your cum positively gushes from her every hole, her belly bulges enough that she could be mistaken for a woman a few months into a natural pregnancy, and you've let out enough thick ropes of semen on her body that it almost looks like a mad artist took to flinging sticky white paint all over her in frantic strokes.

You place your palm against her tummy, pressing through the still-warm ropes of cum you painted her with, and channel your divine magics, causing a cold pulse to radiate from your body into her womb. "Mmn?" She stirs, glancing down at you hand. "Oh…" Her eyes widen marginally through the well-fucked haze. "Thanks, Ariel. Love yooouuuu…" She slips back into slumber, and you kiss her lightly on the lips, the taste of your conquest thick against them.

As delightful as the fruits of your activities are, you don't relish the idea of either of you sleeping in a pile of sweat and cum, so you take a minute to wipe her down before carrying her to your bed, where you tuck her against you and finally drift into a satisfied slumber of your own.


(No pregnancy will be rolled, as you have used Plan Better.)

You wake much earlier than yesterday, Fi still tucked against you, breathing in a soft, steady rhythm. You shake her a little and she stirs, blinking away sleep as she looks around in confusion. "G'mornin'." She yawns as she rubs her now-deflated belly. "Thanks again. For, y'know. Everything." The information the fucking, the spell, all of it. You know.

"Of course," you reply as you brush her hair back with her hands and lean in for a kiss. "Though I really do want to make you a mother one day, Fi."

She blushes and smiles at the thought. "Well, stick with us for a while. When we hit it big, we'll see about maybe starting up a family, yeah? A big one. I'd like to see what happens when eight kids actually like each other."

"A big one." You agree. Probably bigger than she thinks, if you have your way. You don't plan to stop with just Fi. "I think the others are already waiting for us, if you're ready to get going."

She grunts and pushes herself up. "Yeah." She goes to step out of your bed and stumbles before you catch her, her eyes wide. "Well I'll be damned." She says. "You really did fuck me 'til I can't walk."


Sybil gives both you and Fi a cursory examination. She's very pleased that you cast Plan Better at Fi's request, and sends you both on your way with a kiss on the cheek, which nearly causes your spent cock to leap to life once more.

The others wait for you outside, ready for the day's adventures. Evara looks at you with renewed respect, while Liane tugs Fi away to speak with in hushed whispers as she furiously writes in her diary. Ju…

Huh. You're not sure what that look is.


She's breathing more shallowly than normal, you can tell. She keeps glancing from you to Fi with just the barest hint of envy in her eyes. You have an instinctual feeling that it isn't the roughness of it that turned her on, but something else. Her eyes linger on Fi's wrists for just a moment too long and you realize it.

It's almost enough to make you laugh, really. The oh-so restrained monk has a fetish… for being restrained.

(You have discovered Ju's fetish. She wants to be bound and helpless before her lover.)


Merin coughs and draws the group's attention. "Right then, everyone ready?" You collectively nod your assent and make your way to the place that everyone in Latchky finds their way to, at one point or another.

The Great Mountain Dungeon awaits.