Tooth and Claw, Part 14


You manifest more fully into the dream, appearing behind the weakened druid, approaching without her notice. You're fortunate that she experienced this particular nightmare tonight. Her mind already believes that she is exhausted, without requiring any interference on your part.

And here in the realm of dreams? That belief makes the next part so much easier.

From behind, you place your hands on either side of Fallhazel's head, inches away from her skin. Focusing your will, you start to slowly, carefully make the dream a bit less vivid. You wrap her mind in the haze of unreality, the kind that so often clouds the memory of such nighttime visions. You don't need her to consciously remember every last detail of this encounter for this to work. You only need her body to remember it, as she indulges the growing lust you've already begun to kindle in her.

Soon you're rubbing your fingertips against the side of her head directly, giving a gentle, feather-light massage. The tall, muscular druid lets out a small groan, her dryad-like body shivering as your seductive influence infects her dream. "Shhh..." you murmur. "It's alright. You stopped the fire. The old Witch Queen is dead. And the new one isn't your enemy. There's nothing to worry about anymore..."

As you speak, you start to play with the fabric of the dream, causing the blighted surroundings to fade into nothingness, replacing them with verdant greenery and vegetation. Then you cause those plants to rise up from the earth, wrapping themselves around the kneeling druid. They hold her in place, even as they caress every inch of her body with their comforting touch.

Fallhazel frowns, a part of her realizing that something about this is wrong. But you don't give her time to figure it out. You call on your newly gained ability to send your aphrodisiac through the dream, your touch now arousing her to supernatural heights, further clouding her thoughts. Your hands slide down her neck, more insistent now. She leans back into you, squirming, as both you and the plants have their way with her.

You can feel her body heat against yours, can feel the wild, unconstrained desire just simmering there, waiting to be tapped. Reaching around, you sink your hands into her breasts, kneading them as she writhes and bucks against you.

In a surge of motion, she tears an arm free of the binding plants, her hand latching onto one of your arms as you molest her. Even dulled in the fog of dreams, her grip is still intense, her fingers digging deep into your flesh. But it's a reflexive action, not an attack. She's gripping you so tight purely in an unconscious attempt to weather the temptations wracking her soul.

So you don't let yourself panic. You stay the course, even if your bones creak from how hard her hand is clenching. Steadily increasing the flow of aphrodisiac. Steadily ramping up the intimacy of your touch. In this vulnerable moment—in what should have been the safety and privacy of her inner world—this champion of the natural world lies open and vulnerable to your sinful influence.

Soon each breath she takes is an animalistic moan, as she humps herself backward against you, lost in the moment, rubbing your cock between the cheeks of her ass. You slide your free hand down her front, tracing the strong lines of her body... until you reach her clit.

In the supernaturally worked-up state she's in, it barely takes a touch there to set her off. Fallhazel lets out a wanton cry that makes your ears ring, her head snapping back, her entire body going rigid.

And as she explodes with pleasure, her shape changes yet again.

She's still a humanoid, for now. Your expert touch has left her unable to bear moving her places of pleasure away from your fingers. Still, where once you held a buxom dryad-like woman, you now hold a slender, petite elf, like one from the village you so recently visited. But you don't let it disrupt your rhythm, continuing to finger her relentlessly.

Before long you're thrusting your fingers into her snatch, while still giving her clit your expert attention. You force orgasm after orgasm onto her... and with each new wave of pleasure she changes shape yet again. It almost seems involuntary at this point, her form altering purely in response to the erotic delights that you're drowning her in.

When the elf orgasms she becomes a human, freckled and tanned by the sun. And when that human orgasms she becomes a drow, elegant and deadly. Face after face after face. Likely copied or inspired by faces that Fallhazel has encountered here and there, across the countless generations she's lived through.

It surprises you, if you're being honest. You're a shapeshifter yourself. And even if such a lack of control compromised a transformation like that, it would usually just return you to your true form. But not so with Fallhazel. Instead she simply flows from guise to guise, one after the other. Does she truly not have a base form that she recognizes as herself? How could something like that even happen?

What secrets lie buried in that ancient past of hers?

Still, there's no time right now to delve into such questions. You focus entirely on the wet dream, wrapping yourself around the druid as she thrashes, both your hands now running freely up and down her body as she crushes herself back against you, bucking, frantic with need. You vary your assault on her sensibilities, never taking the same approach for too long. It keeps her off-balance, keeps her yearning for what new indescribable sensations will come next.

You draw the dream out for hour after hour... until finally you judge that you've done enough. For a dream that's still so indistinct, it's better to leave her wanting more. Better to let the unsatisfied desire build within her to push her toward the only one who will be able to fulfill it.

And so you ease up on your campaign of molestation, allowing her to slump back into your arms, your sweaty bodies and limbs still entangled.

Fallhazel seems to detect that you're about to leave. Reflexively, she tries one last time to latch onto you. To claim you for herself. But in her weakened state, you're able to control the fabric of her dream far too well for that to be a risk. You continue to murmur into her ear, soothing her as you pet her body, easing her down into a more dreamless sleep, despite her instinctive attempts to capture you for herself.

Only when she's completely submerged into that dreamless slumber do you release your connection, returning to your own body.

Your eyes blink open. The first thing you note is that the very late hour was apparently too much of a toll on a mortal child as young as Juri is. The orc girl is no longer sitting at her position next to you... but rather lying slumped against you, nestled against your arm and clinging to your arm for comfort as she sleeps.

Gently, you extricate yourself from her grasp. Then you crawl out of the tent to see Verika standing guard, her sharp senses alert for any sign of Fallhazel's approach. You're quite confident, however, that Fallhazel will not be waking from the slumber you put her in for at least another hour. And your own reserves of Lust are starting to run low, hunger gnawing at you. And your blood is still boiling from your exchange with Fallhazel.

And there is Verika. Right in front of you. For once stationed in the same place you are.

You grab her from behind, pulling her back toward you. The drow beauty melts into your arms, though she does make a small protest. "Wait, Tal... what about Fallhazel? What if she shows up for Juri...?"

"Don't worry..." you murmur into her ear. "We have a little while. I made sure of it."

Then without any further words, you pull her down into a fate to which she oh-so-willingly accedes. Wrenching open her tight leather pants and spreading her legs into a mating press, you take Verika like she so clearly wants, your cock pistoning as you fuck the elegant dark elf into a moaning, disheveled mess.

With her there's no need to hold back. No more need for strategy or restraint. You bury your dick in her soaking, needy channel, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head as she clamps down around you, wrapping her arms around you in an attempt to pull you closer. On and on you go, your thrusts only increasing in speed and fervor, making your drow come even more undone.

She looks up at you from the mating press, her eyes shining with adoration. "M-more..." she gasps out. "More! Oh Tal, it's so fucking good!"

Anything more she might have said is lost in a scream as you draw yet another orgasm from her, her body shivering in your arms. When she finally manages coherent speech again, she looks up at you worshipfully as you continue to thrust. "We... we have to share this with the others..." she says breathlessly, reaffirming the conclusion you'd already helped her to find. Her eyes are alight with a genuine lust of her own, a lust she's grown into during her time with you and her fellow corrupted heroines. "Fallhazel... Lady Alicia... all of them! We can't leave them out! We... we have to help them see how fucking good this is!"

You punctuate Verika's sinful affirmation by giving her a creampie, her body jerking wildly as your seed fills her womb. And with that she slumps back, her head lolling as she trembles from the aftershocks, more cum seeping from her well-fucked cunt than any normal human would be capable of producing. And for a while you simply remain there, pulling her close to you in the afterglow, as she clings tight, wrapping both her arms and legs around you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Even without looking back over your shoulder, you can hear that Juri is now awake, peeking out from behind the tent flap. This is certainly not the first time she's watched you. Your journey here provided plenty of opportunities, and she certainly saw what you and Ceriss did when you claimed her village. Still, there's something adorable about the rapt way she was observing Verika getting fucked. Even if she's not old enough to put it into practice herself yet... when the time does come, it seems she intends to be ready.

You help Verika clean herself up and get back on her feet, the heroine recovering quickly from her exhaustion. Granted, it didn't last for as long as you might have liked. Fallhazel is still out there, and between your work on her dream and the need to get Verika back on her feet, an all-night sex marathon wasn't in the cards. Still, you were able to get back a significant portion of your strength, thanks to knowing when Fallhazel was asleep while Verika was close at hand.

Not long after cleaning her up, you hear someone approaching through the trees. It's Elysandria, the dryad leader. She still regards you with wary suspicion... but it seems your efforts have put you in good enough standing with her that she's willing to pass along a warning to you.

"Just so you know, demon," she says. "I've received word that there's a group of humans spotted approaching. A group of armored knights, about a dozen strong, with a man in colorful clothes at their center. They'll be here before nightfall. Whatever you're planning... just keep that in mind."

Lord Edrach. He's almost here. Come to sweep this mess under the rug, and get rid of any evidence of his part in orchestrating it. Which, in this case, are the loggers he's set up so effectively to take the fall for his greed. At his current rate of approach, you probably have time for one more action to pursue before he arrives, and you find out if your preparations were enough to achieve your aims.

And depending on how much you think you can achieve, the result could be anything from simply taking the loggers to possibly subverting (or replacing) one of Nelin's lords themselves. It's a feat that could aid your efforts quite a bit if you managed it. Still, you'll need to weigh the costs and benefits, as well as what you have time to do, and how you're willing to achieve it.

What do you plan on doing with your last bit of preparation before Lord Edrach arrives to deal with the loggers, and his wayward daughter?