A question occurred to Sara early in the following mornings. One that she probably should have had weeks ago, but wasn't too te to ask. She and Evie were bedded up on the second floor of Lady Vesta's mansion, enjoying a quality of lifestyle that Sara found embarrassingly indulgent, even if Evie found it ughably pin.

  "Evie," she asked, "do you have, uh, 'stats?’"

  The catgirl blinked at her.

  "Y'know, like, some measure of your innate abilities, a number that summarizes your capabilities in a certain topic."

  "Master... Do you not?"

  Sara rexed, letting out a nervous breath with a ugh. "No, I do, but I didn't before, in my old world. I was worried you'd think I'm crazy for asking the question."

  Evie quirked an eyebrow. "You are the envoy of a god, Master. There may exist some aspect of yourself I would find unexpectedly strange, but I doubt it."

  Sara had to give her that. She turned away from the room's mirror while brushing her hair, looking down at her sve. "So, what are your stats?"

  Evie smiled coyly. "You must be made aware, Master, that this is often considered the most private of information." The catgirl stretched on the bed, the pale expanse of her naked body glittering in the candlelight. Her hair was still in knots from Sara's grip on her scalp the night before.

  "Evie, I think we’re well past the point of sharing secrets."

  "But to share-"

  "Tell me your stats."

  The bracelet on Sara's wrist hummed, Evie's colr vibrating in response. The catgirl shivered and straightened as she answered. Judging by the abrupt dition of her pupils and the hitch in her breath, Sara really hadn't realized how strict the taboo she'd just vioted was. It helped Sara's conscience, naturally, that such a viotion left the catgirl squeezing her thighs together and running her tongue over her fangs.

  "I am fifth advancement, with a strength of twelve, dexterity of nineteen, intelligence of fourteen, charisma of eighteen, and a wisdom of ten. My css is now 'Supplicant Duelist'."

  "Supplicant Duelist?" Sara asked, after committing the specific numbers Evie had rattled off to memory. "What kind of css is that?"

  "Before you saved me, I was a Duelist Diplomat. The name of a Css doesn't restrict what you are capable of, but rather reflects how you view the Css your life has earned you."

  Sara turned back to the mirror as she prepared for the day, subtly watching Evie through the reflection. "Don't think of yourself as much of a diplomat anymore?"

  "Only in my devotion to you, Master," Evie said, eyes lidded as she stared through Sara's half-transparent shift. Lying on her back with hair spread in a tangled halo over a pillow, she began to slide one hand over her stomach.

  "My Css is still ‘Champion of Amarat,’ but that's not how I view myself," Sara noted absently, switching the side she was brushing. "Tell me what you know of previous Champions."

  Though Sara pretended not to notice that she'd phrased the request as an order, she watched out of the corner of her eye as the runes on Evie's colr glowed, a delightful shiver running through her body. Evie's hand shot down, diving between her legs.

  "I don't know much, Master," Evie apologized, biting her lip to keep quiet while her wrist made slow circles between her thighs. "They're so rare that no one knows much, and what is known is controversial at best. I did try and research them when you appeared in the city, but even my mother's library fell short."

  "Disappointing," Sara sniffed. "I'll want to research it again in the future. Work harder next time."

  "Y-yes ma'am," Evie stuttered, pushing her cheek into the pillow as the order rolled off Sara's tongue. The hand between her legs quickened, moving in tighter circles.

  "What about abilities? Do you have any skills or spells?"

  "I d-do," Evie answered hoarsely, "Things that help me in conversation or against a foe-"

  "Be specific," Sara snapped.

  The colr hummed. Evie's hips bucked.

  "A-ah! I can-"

  Sara activated Gift of Lust.

  Evie curled up on herself, biting the pillow. Hard. Her eyes were still locked on Sara, her hand now pumping furiously, but the order compelled her to speak.

  "I can- I, oh, can use Duelist's Challenge. Whoever I choose has to-" She squeezed her eyes shut, rutting against her own hand. "F-fuck. I can make an opponent fight me. Only me."

  "Sound helpful," Sara hummed, pretending she hadn't noticed Evie's whimpering or the shifting of her body against the sheets. "Tell me if you can use spells."

  "Fuck!" Evie mewled, free hand flying up to her colr. She shoved it against her neck, trying to milk it for every drop of magical pleasure. Enunciating every word precisely, two fingers pumping in and out of herself, she managed to grind out, "I. Can't. Cast. Spells."

  "Unfortunate," Sara said, then turned around. She raised an eyebrow, as if surprised. "And you can't even control yourself, can you, sve?"

  Evie locked eyes with her, feline pupils wide as could be. "Please, Master. Please."

  Sara put a finger to her lips, considering. "Hmm. Say it again."

  Evie spasmed. "Please!"

  "Hands off."

  Her sve's hands flung to the corners of the bed as if ropes had snapped into pce.

  "Spread your legs."

  Evie's knees fell apart with a hiccuping gasp, revealing the utter mess her slick had made of the bed. It glistened on her thighs. Sara slid a finger through her arousal, starting at her thigh and gliding towards her cunt, then darting away, bringing the finger to her tongue. She locked eyes with her trembling ‘sve’ as she nguidly licked the finger clean.

  "Please, please, pleasepleaseplease!" Evie groaned, hips twisting back and forth as she tried to find the friction she'd been denied.

  "Tell me what you want."

  "Master!" Her sve practically screamed, cwing the silk sheets to ribbons where Sara's orders had pinned her limbs.

  Sara leaned close, closer, resting a hand on the bed for bance. She kept her eyes on Evie’s eyes, tilting her head up as she brought her face closer to the burning heat at the girl’s core. Sara licked her lips, the scent of arousal filling her nose.

  She stopped just close enough to her cunt that the catgirl’s legs trembled with her every breath, lips sensitive enough to feel each of Sara's exhations.

  Sara pulled away suddenly, smirking.

  "Cum for me."

  Evie’s entire body arched as she came, lips split by a keening cry that shook and shuddered with the seizures of her limbs. Sara watched hungrily as Evie’s obscenities melted into animalistic moans, rutting her hips as she tried to find something, anything to press against. Her sve's tits shook under the candlelight as sobs wracked her frame, almost tempting Sara into ruining the moment by taking hold of what was hers. She managed to resist only because Evie flipped onto her stomach, pressing her tits against the silk sheets to find the slightest sembnce of friction.

  "Oh fuck, oh ffffuck! Master, oh gods, oh M-master!" Her sve repeated the words in a mindless chant. A perverted grin danced across Sara's face as cries to the gods were steadily repced by her own name on her sve's lips.

  Sara pulled up a chair to the edge of the bed, rexing as she watched Evie’s aftershocks roll through her. Mouth parted in an open pant against the sheets, Evie's eyes were utterly vacant as shivers rocked her body. Sara drank in every second of it, waiting for the light to return to her eyes. Sara even pleasured herself to the wrecked girl, slipping a finger inside herself as the feline's tail rose and fell with the waves of ecstasy roaring through her. Her ears were pinned back, protected from her own body's disregard for them as she writhed under Sara's orders.

  Sara saw the moment sense returned to Evie's mind. Her eyes fluttered, slowly closing, and the tension that had filled her limbs evaporated. The catgirl shakily moaned one st time, melting into the bed.

  "Master..." Evie whispered hoarsely. "You know what isn't what I meant."

  "But wasn't it fun?"

  Evie muffled her retort in the bed. Grumbling, she shakily pushed herself up. "Are we going to leave today or not?"

  "Staying in bed for the rest of the day doesn't sound too bad, does it?" Sara stretched in the lounge chair, smacking her lips. "Hurlish would be disappointed, though."

  "Far be it from us to disappoint a contractor," Evie joked sarcastically.

  "Hey now, you already got your sword. It's my turn. Just because you can't keep yourself under control doesn't mean I have to miss out on cool new toys."

  "Fine, fine. To the outside world it is." Evie sloughed over to the dresser that they'd dumped their clothes into, reluctantly picking through it for an outfit.

  "We're gonna get to stay in one day, though. I promise." Sara swatted Evie's ass as she joined Evie at the dresser, rummaging for her own clothes.

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  They walked down the streets of Hagos side-by-side and hand-in-hand, taking their time as they headed to Hurlish's smithy. Evie had decided upon wearing one of her old daily wear dresses, from when she'd been nobility, but with several prominent modifications. The most obvious was the ragged rip circling her shoulders, the ungodly-expensive fabric torn down to her cleavage to ensure that her colr was pinly visible. The other change, Sara's personal favorite, were the two vertical sshes from hip to hem, turning the once-flowing dress into a maneuverable garment for fighting in. It was far from practical, of course, but Evie's natural grace was more than enough to compensate for any threat of tripping or tangling. The unaltered corset, unsurprisingly, did wonders for Evie's body.

  Sara's own clothes were, by the standard of the society around her, bewilderingly strange. She'd found a loose set of those weird puffball-shouldered shirts in a closet and torn them up, wearing the bck cloth balls like scrunchies on her wrists to hide the runed band that controlled Evie. She wore a bck vest over a simple shirt, a decidedly un-womanly style, made more so by the fact that the dress was too short, leaving a hint of midriff exposed. Her leggings were ced leather, the kind meant to be tightly knotted together so no skin showed, but they'd also belonged to someone smaller than her. She'd ced them loosely in a vain attempt to turn them into side-split ce up pants, the kind she'd worn to raves back in the day. The effect was there if you knew what to look for, but only barely, and the thick belt her weapons hung from didn't help. She knew she looked awful, but it was awful and provocative, so she was satisfied. The stares she got from wealthy passersby on the market district's streets were worth it.

  The southernmost city of Sporatos was interesting to Sara, who viewed it through a different lens than Evie. While the capital of the kingdom had been distinctly medieval to her eye, dominated by a massive central castle and thatch roofs, Hagos seemed quite renaissance in its architecture. Its actual nd area was minuscule compared to Sporatos, but this was compensated for by buildings that stretched three, four, even five stories in height, sweeping roofs and complexly woven metal window frames lending the tightly pressed buildings an artistic quality. And then there were the regur breaks in the press for bustling parks, where tastefully cultivated trees and even the occasional pond were provided for recreational purposes.

  All in all, if it weren't for the rampant systemic abuses that sent Sara into a frothing rage whenever she thought about them, it was a fairly pleasant pce to live. She certainly would have chosen it over the capitol.

  Sara plucked a leaf from a bush, turning it over thoughtfully. It made sense that Evie was both higher level than her and had higher stats, but some prideful part of her still smarted. With a small mental push she brought the not-technically-UI into view, overying it on the leaf.

  Css: Champion of Amarat

  Level 2

  STR: 18

  DEX: 12

  INT: 14

  WIS: 10

  CHA: 28

  To Sara's amusement, the floating grid of numbers moved with the leaf, as if pinned to its front. Acting on her curiosity, not expecting anything, she turned the leaf over.

  "Oh shit," she swore, clenching Evie's hand in hers. "I have spells, Evie!"

  "Master!" She hissed, whipping towards her. "Don't say such things in public!"

  "Sorry, sorry," Sara lied, "but come on! How badass is that? I can do magic!"

  "It's very wonderful, Master," Evie politely agreed, "But it's also something best kept to yourself. You're making enemies as quickly as you are friends, so I would be much more comfortable if you kept your cards closer to your chest."

  "Okay, sure," Sara agreed distractedly, eyes roving over the newfound spells she had at her disposal.

  Basic Spells:

  Frost

  Warped Stride

  Static Charge

  First Level Spells:

  Static Grip

  Champion of Amarat Uniquities:

  Amarat's Intuition

  Gift of Lust

  Some of the spells sounded familiar, like something out of a game, while others she didn't recognize in the slightest. She wasn't sure if that was because they weren't from any game on Earth, or because she simply didn't remember them. It had been years since she'd had the free time to indulge in video games like she used to.

  "Evie," Sara whispered excitedly. "How do I cast a spell?"

  "What? Master, no," the catgirl snapped, "you aren't going to start casting magic in the middle of the street. That would be idiotic."

  "But Evieeeee," Sara whined, "I can do magic! Like, real spell type stuff, not just card tricks. How do I do it?"

  The catgirl shook her head. "Thankfully your impatience will be restrained by my ignorance, because I have no idea. I can't cast spells, if you'll recall from the morning's interrogation?"

  "Damnit. Aren't I supposed to have a spellbook or something?"

  "Perhaps? The arcane wells up from many sources," Evie whispered, leaning close so the conversation was less likely to be overheard. "I would assume yours to be divine in origin, being the Champion of a god. Those of a religious bent rarely need an outside implement to cast."

  "That makes sense." Sara fidgeted, reading over the list again and again. "I want you to know," Sara leaned close to Evie as she whispered, "That I'm being very good right now by not trying to cast any spells."

  If Sara hadn't noticed Evie's borious eye roll, she certainly would have felt the chastising smack of her tail on the back of her legs. "I'm very proud of you, Master."

  "Thank you," Sara grinned, "But I think your tail's more honest than you are."

  "I'm going to cut it off one day, I swear," Evie mumbled, reaching back to restrain the aforementioned limb. Sara giggled as she watched the catgirl fail to grab it, the nimble tail darting away from her grasp. It wiggled almost tauntingly.

  "You really don't have any control of it, do you?"

  Evie stared daggers at her. "I'd have thought that was pin by now, Master."

  Sara ughed louder as Evie tried and failed once again to grab her own tail, spinning about with an exasperated hiss. Evie swiped for it once more, but it just darted out of the way, lightly smacking the back of her palm as it dodged.

  "Oh my god," Sara breathed, an uncontrolble cackle rising up in her as realization struck her. "You're literally chasing your own tail!"

  Evie straightened like she'd been electrocuted, a red blush flushing up from her neck. "I am not chasing my own tail, Master."

  Sara couldn't control her ughter. "You were! You literally were! You were even spinning around to try and grab it!"

  "I am not a child. I do not chase my own tail."

  "Sure, sure," Sara agreed sarcastically, "And you definitely weren't losing to your tail, either."

  Evie shook her head, ears fttening as she stomped off. "Come, Master. We have better things to be doing."

  "Why didn't you just grab it at the base?" Sara asked. "It would be way easier, right?"

  "Because, Master, that–”

  "No, see?" Sara demonstrated by snatching the catgirl's tail just where it sprouted from the base of her spine.

  Evie's pompous march shattered with a high-pitched mewl, throwing her ass back into Sara's grip as her chest arched forward. In an instant her whole demeanor changed, from the way her ears popped back up to her mouth falling open, the tail coiling around Sara's arm from wrist to elbow.

  "Oh." Sara dropped the tail, freeing Evie from her temporary paralysis. "Didn't know that would happen."

  Wiping a drop of spittle from the corner of her mouth, Evie recovered her posture. "Well, now you know. I was about to warn you."

  "I really didn't know," Sara said, gncing about at the far greater number of stares they were now attracting. "I'm sorry."

  "Don't be." Evie straightened her dress, which had slipped to one side, baring more of her chest. "I'm yours to use as you please, after all."

  Ignoring the heat Evie's words provoked in her gut, Sara took hold of her hand again and began walking. "Still. There's a difference between doing something on purpose and accidentally embarrassing you in public."

  "I'm your sve, Master. Not only will I never take exception to your treatment of my body, none here are bming me for what occurred. Remember, I'm no longer a person, which means my actions reflect only upon you."

  "Huh." Sara clicked her tongue, thinking. "I guess that's better...?"

  Evie squeezed her hand. "The reputation you're building for yourself, both among the nobility and the commoners, is proving to be an interesting one."

  They quickly turned down several streets at random, removing themselves from the crowd that had witnessed Sara's inadvertent dispy. By the time they'd both steadied their breath, they were nearing Hurlish's shop.

  The bcksmith's shop was one of a handful of businesses in the whole city that had been built separately from its neighbors, a solid ten feet of alleyway surrounding every side. Even from a distance soot obviously coated the inside of the windows, making it difficult to peer inside, and it cked many of the architectural adornments that made Hagos such a novel city. Its roof was ft, wooden furniture atop the second story just visible from below, and its walls had been painted bck, presumably out of pity for whoever had once been tasked with cleaning the ash and soot from the bricks.

  "By the way, Evie," Sara said as they approached the door, "We're not going to be able to hang with Hurlish today."

  The catgirl sighed, resigned. "I suspected as much. Hopefully you'll be able to pcate her."

  Sara chuckled darkly. "Pcate her? Are you kidding? I want that woman to destroy me when she finally gets her hands on us."

  With that Sara popped open the top two buttons of her vest and strode in, not bothering to announce her arrival by ringing the bell beside the door.

  The front desk was empty, as expected, and there was no one else waiting in the cramped room that served as Hurlish's business front. Muted by the walls was a cacophony of banging metal, boiling water, and shouted orders. One voice, deeper and more aggressive than the rest, stood above the crowd.

  "Hurlish!" Sara yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth. "We're here!"

  Sara waited, listening to the familiar sounds of metalworking in the back hushing one by one. Then, pinly understood despite the walls separating them, she heard Hurlish bellow.

  "Everybody get the FUCK out of my shop!"

  A bell was rung, followed by a ctter of dropping tools and quenching metal. Sara smirked, leaning on the desk, waiting patiently.

  The door flew open, cracking against the wall hard enough that it should have shattered. Hurlish appeared in the frame, holding Sara's new sword in one hand.

  "Sara!" Hurlish greeted her, thumping up to the desk. As always, she btantly stared down Sara's shirt, eye contact a foreign sensibility.

  "Got something good for me?" Sara asked, nodding to the weapon.

  "Sure fuckin' do," Hurlish tossed the weapon before Sara, letting it ctter across the dented wood. "One fancy bde, enchanted and raring to go."

  Sara gently lifted it, inspecting the beautiful sword.

  Its wooden handle was carved with exacting precision into a nine-sided polygon of dark, cquered wood, just long enough to fit both her palms. The dual crossguard arched up in a Y, ending in two hollow loops that held glowing gems. The gemstone on the left was a yellow-tinged white, the one on the right a red so bright it might be better called pink.

  From the base of the guard rose bckened steel, a double-sided bde narrowing to edges so thin that she couldn't find their end. The bck steel was, besides being an exquisite style choice, the sign of iron, coal, and magic intermixed. Weapons forged of the exotic alloy could hold enchantments like no other without sacrificing sturdiness, a necessity for this particur weapon.

  Because halfway up the bde Sara could see the faint etching of a ring, its edge just touching the left side of the bde. Sara picked up the weapon, testing the bance of its five foot length, then looked to Hurlish with a questioning expression.

  The orc woman nodded, gesturing for Sara to pop her wrists like she was fishing.

  Sara did so. As soon as she made the motion the bde broke, the upper half of its length swinging back. In the blink of an eye the thin double-edged greatsword became a single-edged shortsword, snted tip resembling the machete-like weapon Sara had been using up until now. The back edge of the bde fanned out in a thin V-shape, the extra bde mated against the machete's razor edge to blend seamlessly into a single cutting edge. She spun the transformed sword in her hand, delighted to find that the bance was as perfect as before. Sara suspected the entire thing would have snapped in half at a gentle bump without the enchantments, but as it was, it was sturdier than steel.

  "Goddamn, Hurlish. This is some good work."

  The orc grunted. "Damn right it is. One of the strangest pieces I made yet, but I put my all in it." From beneath the desk she produced a waist scabbard the right size for the sword's folded length, tossing it across the desk. Sara belted it on, but hesitated to sheath the weapon, wanting to hold it for a little bit longer.

  "Payment?" Hurlish grunted.

  Evie pulled a fistful of ptinum from the bag at her waist, handing over thirty five of the metal squares without flinching.

  Hurlish whistled as she accepted the coins, more uncomfortable than Evie by far to be handling such a rge sum. Eyeing the catgirl, Hurlish sniffed. "Tossing 'round coin like that without blinking's sure as hell something, girlie. What were you before you got your pretty neckce?"

  "The heir to the rgest fortune outside the royal treasury," Evie answered offhandedly, double checking the tie on her hip pouch. “Possibly rger than the royal treasury, in fact. I was never allowed unmonitored access to my mother’s accounts.”

  Hurlish deposited the coins in something under the desk that clicked, twisting her jaw to scratch her cheek with a tusk. "Gods be damned. Hell of a ways to fall, ain't it? Standing up top of the world one day, then down in the dirt with the rest of us the next."

  "Oh, I don't know." Evie gnced at Sara, smiling suggestively. "I've learned that some joys can only be found on my knees."

  Hurlish blew enough air through her nose to impersonate a steam engine. She blinked and shook her head, shoving whatever thought Evie's words had summoned out of her mind.

  "Speaking of, my dies or whatever I fuckin' call you," Hurlish swept a massive mitt to the empty backroom, "I seem to have my shop to myself. How about those promises you made me?"

  Sara sighed like a surgeon about to deliver bad news to a family. "Afraid we've got some business in a couple hours. We're going to have to postpone the fucking."

  Hurlish's eyes narrowed. "You're shitting me."

  "I know, it sucks." Sara slipped her folding bde into its sheath, tossing her old machete into an empty corner. "But I'm not going to go when my legs are all wobbly, so we've got to head out."

  A massive hand blinked over the counter, grabbing Sara by the vest. Hurlish brought her face right up against Sara's, practically growling as she spoke.

  "A couple hours?"

  Sara nodded nervously.

  "Good."

  Sara found herself pulled entirely over the counter, hips and shins bouncing painfully off the wood. She heard Evie ugh as she was dragged into the back room, the catgirl lightly padding along behind.

  Sara tried to crane her neck around to face Evie. "You knew this would happen, didn't you?"

  "I don't know what else you could have expected, Master," Evie teased. She moved with a coquettish tilt to her hips as Hurlish dragged Sara up a set of stairs, boot heels thumping on each step. "I've only known one woman like Hurlish, and she always gets what she wants."

  Sara's retort was cut off by a sudden flight through the air, spinning head over heels to nd on a soft surface. She forced herself up, dizzily surveilling her new surroundings.

  Hurlish had dragged her up into an office, one that overlooked the smithy below. There was an antique desk and oversized armchair at the far end of the room, surrounded by windows that let Hurlish keep an eye on her employees while she did paperwork. The red couch that Sara had nded on was well-worn and well-made, thick enough that she sank into it. Covering the space between desk and couch was a lush shag carpet, shockingly white and unstained despite its surroundings.

  Hurlish was standing over her with bzing eyes, stained smock already drifting to the floor.

  "Evie?" Sara looked at her partner. "Help?"

  Tauntingly, slowly, the catgirl dragged the chair out from behind Hurlish's desk. She zily reclined in it, crossing her legs in a precise mirror of Sara's posture from the morning. "But won't it be fun, Master?"

  Sara's jab melted on her tongue as Hurlish's shirt was torn open, revealing a dizzying spread of muscles. Her biceps were thick as barrels, stomach rippling with abs. Her tits were big on her, which, for a 7-foot woman, meant that they were probably the rgest Sara had ever seen in her life. The orc bcksmith bent over, smming a hand to the wall as she gred down at Sara.

  "You said two hours. Use 'em well."

  Sara swallowed. "Y-yes ma'am."

  "That's the spirit."

  Perhaps the most surprising moment of the entire exchange came when Hurlish's hand cupped the back of Sara's head, pulling her in for a kiss. Sara blinked wildly at first, having almost forgotten what a normal hook-up was like, but her eyes quickly fluttered closed. Sara tilted her head, leaning into the kiss.

  Hurlish dropped to a knee to be level with Sara, allowing the smaller woman's hands to skate across green skin. A library of scars littered the bcksmith's arms, dozens of raised bumps that Sara recognized by heart. Her old body had sported many of them, from the long ssh along Hurlish's forearm that she felt certain came from a bde slipping from its cmps, to the pebbled texture of healed burns in a dozen different pces. They were the marks of a working woman, and for a moment Sara mourned the loss of her own blemishes. Her fingertips grazed each scar as Hurlish's tongue slipped between her lips to dance against her own.

  Sara hadn't been on the defensive in quite a while. Not, she realized, since she'd come to this world. For the first time since that fateful day, it was clear that her partner didn't care one ounce that she was the Champion of a goddess, not when they were pressed against one another.

  Sara found the simplicity of her touch intoxicating as she drank in every part of the woman she could reach. Her hands made a mess of the orc's short bck hair, her cheekbones grazing against the tusks that framed the smith's face as they kissed. She nipped at Hurlish's lower lip and coiled herself against Hurlish's body, feeling her chest, grazing a thumb over a nipple, eager for more.

  Sara felt herself lifted into the air, kiss still unbroken, then pced on the white rug. She opened her eyes as the kiss ended with a pair of gasps.

  "You," Hurlish grunted as she repositioned herself to straddle Sara's waist, "are a dangerous woman."

  Sara ran her palms up and down Hurlish's thighs, trying to draw her back down. She might as well have tried to move a mountain. "I've been called that a lot since I got here, but I think your reason is my favorite so far."

  Hurlish pressed a single finger to Sara's colrbone, where the tight vest was buttoned. "Was that expensive?"

  "Not even mine."

  Before the words were halfway out of her mouth Hurlish had ripped the vest in half, buttons pinging off the room's windows. Sara gasped at the rush of cold air against her skin, nipples stiff.

  Hurlish lowered her mouth to Sara's chest, something that Sara encouraged with a welcoming embrace. Arms clinging to the flexing muscles of Hurlish's shoulders, she shuddered at just the barest touch of the orc's breath. Then Hurlish began to touch her in earnest.

  "F-ffuck," Sara groaned, twisting in pce. Hurlish's tongue swirled around the bud of her nipple, tasting her, turning her skin to fire. Sara felt a knee thump into pce between her thighs and clenched her legs, deliriously relieved by the pressure it provided. Hurlish's free hand went to her other breast, pinching the nipple, and Sara felt the st vestiges of her reasonable mind fall away.

  Teeth scraped at the edge of her nipple, lightning crackling along her nerves. Sara's grip on Hurlish's head proved useless, too weak by far to actually shove the brutish woman anywhere she wanted. Sara switched tactics, fumbling at the orc's waist.

  Hurlish looked up from Sara's breasts with a knowing and smug smile, guiding Sara's hands to her belt buckle. Sara, no weakling herself, nearly ripped the belt loops off in her haste to get at the orc's body.

  Hurlish kicked her pants off, a pair of pin boxers quickly following. Sara moaned involuntarily as she felt a hot, slick heat settle on her leg. She shoved her ass into the air to shimmy out of her own clothes. Hurlish bent low again, nipping at Sara's neck, reaching down to pull Sara's pants off. They hooked on her legs awkwardly, dragging Sara along with them, prompting a frustrated huff from the orc. To fix the problem she cmped a hand around Sara's throat, pinning her to the carpet while she yanked the pants off.

  Sara's body tried to arch, but there was nowhere to go. Hurlish had her hips weighted down, a baseball glove sized palm around her throat, and a tongue alternating between her breasts. Sara could do nothing more than whine and writhe, trapped by Hurlish's ministrations. If the woman had wanted her to stay, Sara knew that she'd never go anywhere again, too weak to break free.

  It was the hottest fucking thing.

  "You taste divine," Hurlish's voice buzzed against her nipple. Sara could barely respond, gasping between every word.

  "There's- theeeere's onepce that... fuckING tastes better...!"

  Hurlish chuckled, a low rumble that Sara felt in her chest. "But I thought you had somewhere to be? Can't leave you all weak at the knees."

  "I swear to god if you don't get that fucking tooongue down there," Sara groaned, pushing against Hurlish's immovable shoulders with all her might.

  "I say you keep teasing her for a while," Evie chimed in. "It's only fair."

  "Fuck both y'all," Hurlish decred, pulling away from Sara's chest with a wet pop that was sure to leave a hickey. "I do what I want." Sara's thighs cmped shut as the leg she'd been grinding on lifted up and away.

  Hurlish walked over to the couch and dropped into it with a pleased sigh, ignoring the way it creaked under her bulk. Spreading her legs, she waved Sara closer.

  "Well? What are you waiting for?"

  On hands and knees Sara scampered across the floor, diving towards the promised warmth in feverish desperation. Hurlish rolled her head as Sara began pping at her thighs, collecting the salt of her slick like a woman dying of thirst.

  "Never had a girl squirming quite like this before," Hurlish rumbled to Evie, threading calloused fingers through Sara's hair.

  Evie snickered. "The blessings of Amarat are a double edged bde, I've learned. To quote my Master, you haven't really lived until you've had her moaning beneath you."

  Sara, ignoring it all, shoved Hurlish's legs open wider. The orc obliged, sighing long and loud. Something tugged at Sara's scalp, directing her to an ocean of delightful heat.

  She licked slowly, savoring every inch of the pussy in front of her. The taste of sweat, arousal, and everything else filled Sara's mind. It tasted like home. The life she'd left behind.

  Hurlish's hips quivered as Sara dug in deeper, curling her tongue into wet velvet. She brought a hand up to the top of Hurlish's cunt, finding the orc's clit.

  "Gods..." Hurlish moaned, her grip on Sara's scalp tightening until it was delightfully painful. Sara kept working, exploring everything, alternating between plunging her tongue into the orc's depths and swirling it around her clit, some part of her mind still conscious enough to track what worked.

  Sara eventually settled on a tongue pping at the clit, every lick earning a progressively higher pitched whine, while pumping two fingers in and out of Hurlish at a furious pace. Every time she narrowed her tongue to a point and pressed hard, she'd curl her fingers, the combination absolutely ruining the woman above her.

  Sara delighted in every half-formed profanity she pulled from the orc, drinking in the shake of her hips, grinding against her own palm when the orc bent double, breath hot on Sara's naked shoulders. Sara could feel it every time Hurlish clenched down on her fingers, and she obligingly followed every little twist as Hurlish chased Sara's tongue. Some part of her was amused that the champion of a goddess could find such ecstasy in the pleasure of another, but it made sense; Amarat was the goddess of mutual bonds, not domination. And by the way Sara's skin burned like fire and Hurlish bit down on a knuckle to choke down her voice, she was certain that they were both getting something out of this.

  "Keep her hands out of her mouth," Sara gasped to Evie. "I need to hear her." The bracelet hummed, summoning her sve forward.

  "Mmhuh?" Hurlish elegantly inquired. Her lidded eyes watched the catgirl stride forward, silhouetted by the window's light, hair falling loose as she pulled her shirt over her head.

  "Now, now," Evie whispered into Hurlish's ear, nipping it briefly with a canine. "Master doesn't like not hearing you. Let's put those hands to better use, shall we?" Evie guided the lust-struck smith's hands towards her own slight chest, encouraging the woman to palm her tits. "What would you like from me, dear?"

  What was left of Sara's mind perked a proverbial ear at the utterly visceral reaction Hurlish had to those words, a full body convulsion that nearly bucked Sara off her perch. Clinging on, still not done tasting the orc, Sara listened.

  "You damned... fucking... succubi..." Hurlish panted. Suddenly she flung both her arms around Evie's waist, dragging the tiny girl into her p. Sara felt legs thump across her as the catgirl was grabbed, but it didn't distract her in the slightest.

  Hurlish shoved Evie's head into the crook of her neck, throwing her head to the side. "Bite me," she ordered breathlessly.

  Evie licked her lips, then spread her mouth wide, like a vampire. Hurlish convulsed once more as Evie dove down, drawing a line of blood by raking her canines from chin to colrbone. Hurlish's groan threatened to turn into a roar as Evie returned to the top, sinking her fangs into the orc's thick skin directly.

  Sara felt Evie's tail curl around her throat while the catgirl savaged the orc's throat, shoulders, and tits, leaving welts of bloody hickeys anywhere her mouth could reach. Hurlish's hands eventually fell to the coach limply, her entire body jerking in reaction to the assault of the two smaller women.

  Sara sped up, fucking her with finger and tongue as fast as she could. Hurlish's words dissolved into base whines and moans, not even enough strength left in her to clutch the cushions.

  Whether through frequent experience or divine connection, she and Evie acted at the same moment. The catgirl extended her cws and shoved Hurlish's head up, running a long, slow lick over all the small wounds she'd left, while Sara plunged deep one st time, curling her fingers up as her tongue danced circles over Hurlish's clit.

  Sara's world turned bck as muscled thighs cmped around her, shaking hands returning to her head as Hurlish's whole body curved skyward. Sara worked her through it, slow and nguid, the muffled cries of fuck yes repeated over and over again. Sara rode Hurlish through the orgasm, not letting herself be pulled away, stroking her walls slowly, lovingly, waiting for the shaking to subside.

  Eventually, god knows how long ter, the pressure around Sara's head eased. Light crept back into her world, along with sound, the rapid panting of Hurlish's aftershocks more musical than an orchestra. Sara finally allowed the weakened hands to pull her away, crawling up onto the orc woman with a devilish grin.

  Through lidded eyes Hurlish watched her, hands falling from her hair. Evie tucked herself into the orc's left side, freeing Sara to curl up on her right. Hurlish's hands found the strength to cup both their asses, gncing between two naked women using her tits for pillows.

  "You two... are fucking insane," she finally said.

  "Oh, it's not over yet," Evie yawned, pointing to the pink glow beginning to emanate from Sara's skin. "Hello, Master," she greeted casually.

  "Sara? The fuck's–"

  Sara activated Gift of Lust. Hurlish's eyes shot wide open, a new surge of arousal pooling in her core, while Evie stretched nguidly, welcoming the euphoria. Between Sara's legs something began to grow, her absent cock rising to prominence.

  Evie extended a cw and traced circles around Hurlish's nipple, batting her eyelids up at the baffled orc woman. "Well, dear? Are you ready to test yourself against Amarat's chosen?"

  "I don't think it matters," Hurlish joked, heart racing as she watched Sara climb towards her.

  "No," Sara whispered, wrapping a hand around one of Hurlish's tusks. "It doesn't. But you want it anyway."

  Sara yanked hard on the tooth, dragging Hurlish off the couch. The orc woman immediately tried to stand, but whether it was the strength from the glowing runes or Hurlish's remaining weakness, Sara easily forced her back down.

  "On all fours," she ordered, grabbing the orc's other tusk. "Evie, get beneath her."

  The feline slinked off the couch as her colr chimed, its hum audible in the newfound silence of the office. Still under the effects of Gift of Lust, Hurlish spread her legs without a word, giving Evie's sve access to her cunt.

  "Worship me," Sara ordered Hurlish, using the tusks as handles to drag her up to Sara's cock. As always, it had shifted to the desires of her partner, which meant that she was packing an absolute monster. Ten inches long and thick enough to match, Hurlish licked her lips as the head pressed against her cheek.

  "You better not go easy on me."

  "Never." Sara pulled Hurlish's head to her cock's base, twisting the woman's panting mouth until her lips against the shaft. Taking the hint, the orc flicked out her tongue, pping at the length.

  As if in reward, Evie began to work at her lower half. Sara's grin widened as Hurlish began to lick and suck her cock, eyes closing.

  "Don't you dare let her come," Sara ordered to Evie. "She has to earn that this time." Her sve hummed her acknowledgement, too absorbed in her task to pull away.

  Sara watched as Hurlish licked and suckled at her cock, improving moment by moment as she found each and every way to force a reaction out of Sara. Finally, when her slobbering trail reached the head, Sara held the orc still.

  "Open your mouth."

  Hurlish did so, eyes so hazed with lust that she seemed to barely understand the order.

  That understanding dawned when Sara's hips bucked forward, spearing her length down the orc's throat. She swore profusely as she was buried in heat, the convulsions of surprise massaging every inch of her cock's length.

  Whether it was the Gift of Lust or Hurlish's natural constitution, the orc adapted in an instant. Her throat rexed with a moan, freeing Sara to begin fucking her face in earnest. Hurlish looked up at her, still on hands and knees, Sara using her tusks as handles to fuck the woman's face, and groaned. Sara felt it all along her length, felt it rumble in her chest, and responded in kind, moaning low and loud.

  Sara kept fucking, hips pumping back and forth, spurred on by the sound of gagging and groans, Evie's expertise keeping Hurlish perched just on the edge of release.

  But, when Sara began to bend forward, cock spasming as she neared her peak, Hurlish's strength returned. Sara found her hands knocked away from the woman's tusks, then felt a palm against her chest, knocking her to the floor.

  "No," Hurlish panted, drool dripping down her chin, voice raw. "Not there. Don't waste it."

  Sara blinked in confusion until Hurlish stepped forward, shoving Sara back down onto the carpet. With a hand gripping Sara's base the massive orc positioned herself over the length of her cock, moving with equal measures of unfamiliarity and determination. She’d clearly never ridden a cock before.

  "Evie," Sara ordered.

  The catgirl crawled over from where she'd been attending to the orc, wrapping a hand around Sara's base. With her other hand on Hurlish's hip, she kept them lined up until Hurlish's lips were split by the tip of Sara's cock.

  "Oh..." The orc breathed, inching herself lower. "By the gods..."

  Through a heroic force of will Sara kept herself still as Hurlish impaled herself on her length, a new and far tighter heat surrounding her cock. Hurlish lowered inch by inch, all three present in the room mesmerized by the sight of Sara's cock disappearing into her. It was so hot that it felt like it should have burned, but instead Sara could only feel a pulsing need for more, to bury herself in that heat and never leave. Both women sighed in pleasure when their pelvises finally touched.

  Hurlish lifted herself up slightly, whining as she went, then dropped back down. Despite herself, Sara bucked as she was enveloped once more. Hurlish's hips wriggled, welcoming the motion.

  "Hit me with it again," Hurlish moaned.

  Sara, far past the ability to speak, looked up in confusion.

  "What you did earlier," the orc breathed. "When you turned me on. I want it."

  Gift of Lust. Sara had never used it on the same person twice in a row, but why not? With an effort of will she sent another jolt of arousal to Hurlish.

  The orc woman's eyes fluttered, whole body wobbling as the sensation overwhelmed her. Then, expression suddenly crystallizing, she bent down and brought her face right to Sara's.

  "Fuck me."

  Sara's body responded to the lioness' growl before her mind even comprehended it, hips pounding upward. Hurlish barked out a ughing moan, smming her own hips back down hard enough to rattle the pens on her desk.

  "Yes!" Hurlish shouted, lifting herself up and smming back down. The speed of it, the heat of it, sent Sara's mind spiraling. Even Evie, who felt some of Sara's pleasure, bucked her own hips in response.

  "I said FUCK me!" The orc shouted, smming herself down again. Sara obliged, runes glowing brighter as she met the orc's fevered demands.

  Their bodies met time and time again, hips rolling together in mutual ecstasy. Sara felt like every inch of her body was afire, every thrust of her hips pumping liquid gold through her veins. Hurlish responded in much the same way, chanting Sara's name over and over again, a plea for more, more, more. Sara kept fucking her, giving everything she had.

  Together they brought one another closer to their peaks, rutting against each other, using their partner to satisfy the building hunger within them. Then, imperceptibly at first, Hurlish's chanting began to change.

  "Fuck me, fuck me, fill me!"

  Evie was watching from the floor nearby, legs clenched around the hand that was pleasuring herself to the sight.

  "Fill me, come in me, fuck me up!"

  Sara took a thumb to Hurlish's clit, loving the way it made her clench harder on her cock.

  "Fill me, fill me, fill me!" Hurlish chanted, accentuating each sp of her hips. "Fill me, knock me up, make me yours!"

  Sara, if she'd been thinking any clearer, would have paused at that moment. Unfortunately, she hadn't been thinking clearly in weeks.

  "Oh gods, Sara, I neeeeed it," Hurlish groaned, switching to rolling her hips forward and back, not wanting Sara's length out of her for even a second. "Come in me, fill me, breed me, now!"

  Sara saw white as her cock spasmed, the final words out of the orc's mouth sending her over the edge. She cwed bloody lines in Hurlish's thighs as her cock pulsed, pumping load after load into the hot cunt that was enveloping her.

  Hurlish reached her own screaming peak, devolving into a stream of nonsense babbling as she rode Sara's cock. She shoved herself lower, trying to get the already massive cock as far in as it could go, choking on her own cries as her thighs quivered. Sara felt load after load of her cum shoot out, an impossible amount, like her body was answering the orc's demands. Soon it was enough that it worked as its own lube, dripping out of the shuddering orc.

  They both y together like that for a long time, little shivers digging Sara just a bit deeper, Hurlish basking in the sensation of being filled. Eventually, though, the aftershocks ended, and Hurlish began to tip forward.

  Sara saw her death coming. It came in the form of giant green tits crashing down on her, attached to a thoroughly fucked and equally massive green woman. There would be no escape from this meteor's impact. She was going to be crushed.

  A part of Sara welcomed her death.

  "Hurlishholdonasecond-AUGH!"

  Sara's plea was ignored by Hurlish's colpsing body. She wheezed as the wind was knocked out of her, Hurlish's tits enveloping her skull. She couldn’t breathe, literally drowning in tits, and as beautiful of an epitaph as that would be, Sara still started trying to wriggle out from under the woman, cock luckily limp enough by then that she could pull it free. Sara felt a pair of arms grab her under the shoulders and pull, finally dragging her into the light.

  Sara took a deep gasp as Evie pulled her back into the world. Evie tried to pull her even farther, freeing her from the embrace, but Sara waved her off. Now that she could breath, she realized that being entirely surrounded by a muscur woman's body was exactly as nice as her teen self had imagined while watching WWE. The half gallon of cum smearing between her thighs was an unexpected twist to the fantasy, but not unwelcome, given the context.

  Sara y back, allowing herself to rest, stroking one hand down Hurlish’s back. Well, more accurately her upper shoulders. The woman was too big for Sara to reach much else.

  "Oh," Hurlish rumbled some minutes ter as she returned to lucidity. "Huh.” She smacked her lips. “Sorry 'bout this. Should I… get off you?"

  "Don't you dare," Sara answered, pecking her on the cheek just beside a tusk. "This is so warm."

  "Good. Dunno if I could move anyway."

  "Pleased to hear the review," Sara said, lying back. "But I think I probably ruined your rug."

  "It's fine," Hurlish said, rubbing her legs together. More cum gushed out of her, coating Sara beneath her, something she took a perverse pride in. "Worth it. And besides, they're both white."

  Sara chuckled. "Here's hoping. I'll buy you a new one if it doesn't wash out."

  "Deal."

  They y in silence for a while longer, luxuriating in the other's presence. Eventually, though, the elephant in the room couldn't be ignored.

  "So..." Sara began hesitantly. "That whole thing about, uh, breeding you?"

  Hurlish, despite half filled with Sara's cum, blushed. On her orcish skin it manifested as a deeper shade of green, coloring her cheeks.

  "Yeah. Um. About that. Never had that happen before."

  "How do you mean?"

  "Y'know, the, uh, 'breed me' thing. Only ever fucked women, so it's never really had an opportunity to come up before, but... yeah. Gonna need to do some thinking on that. Figure out where it came from, I guess."

  "Alright, fair enough. But you're not actually pnning on getting pregnant, right?"

  "No, no," Hurlish hastily grunted, blushing even harder. "Not like that. I mean, not at all, really, cause it wasn't possible, until tonight, I guess, but... No. I'll pound a potion down. Don't worry about it."

  "Good," Sara sighed. "That's good. But Hurlish?"

  "Hmph?"

  "You gotta do that shit again next time. It was hot as hell."