"No," she grumbled but she didn't fight the hand that coaxed her further onto the bed; she wanted to be closer, though the thought filled he

"No," she grumbled but she didn't fight the hand that coaxed her further onto the bed; she wanted to be closer, though the thought filled her with trepidation. She didn't know how rational Kierra was. Didn't know if she'd have the presence of mind to be careful with her. Reflexively, Alana found herself treating the elf like a dangerous animal, moving slowly and carefully, giving the other woman no reason to startle.

"Mm." Alana bit back a yelp as she was grabbed from behind the ear and forced down. In a blink, Kierra was on her, face so close her breath tickled. Narrowed eyes met Alana's own. The elf's grin was wide and lazy. "Have I told you about the Twilight clans?"

"Not…really," she gasped, praying to the ancestors that the elf didn't expect her to pay attention to anything complicated in her situation. "Just, hah, overheard stuff."

"A clan can have many conquerors. Many flowers. Many pets and many, many slaves. But there is only one matriarch. They search the world far and wide for the best mates. Yet, they also bring back powerful females. Competition. Do you know why?"

Alana moaned as fingers curled into her. It took a few seconds to remember the conversation and shake her head in the negative.

"The mates that draw a matriarch's attention are the best of the best, the pinnacle of their species. So, how do they find a better mate? The answer is simple. Merge two powerful bloodlines in hopes the results surpasses both."

"Uh…huh…" Alana breathed out, as she clumsily wrapped her arms around the other woman's shoulders. Her mind was far too focused on the feelings her partner was causing to give any attention to her words.

"Sometimes, a matriarch would take her conquerors with her, letting them choose, their favorites, trusting their instincts to lead them to compatible partners. The sons they produced would replace their father. The daughters, their mothers, paired with sons from other couplings. Again and again, refining the bloodlines until a supreme being is born. It can be the work of generations. Dozens, sometimes hundreds of males and females. Many of them with ample reason to resent the matriarch. Yet, there has never been a single uprising in a clan. Do you know why?"

Alana's hands tightened on Kierra's shoulders as her back arched. She whined as Kierra's fingers ignored her tightening walls, the strong digits continuing to pleasure her to a second mind-numbing climax.

"The matriarch makes sure they know their place. They dominate them. Mentally, but mostly physically. Only the dumb and cruel do so with pain. It is much easier to tame a beast through pleasure. If someone follows you out of fear, they will rebel the moment they are beyond your sight. If they follow you out of love, if they crave you above all else, then they will surpass your greatest expectations."

Alana groaned as the elf stopped moving. Strong fingers on her chin forced her to meet Kierra's eyes.

"You are Lou's gentle love. Her friend. Her trusted advisor. But who do you belong to?"

The words ignited offense, but it was hard to hold onto the anger. Not when she was flush and still aching for the elf's touch. "I don't—hey!"

She whined as the fingers slipped out of her, but before she could voice a complaint, she felt something pressing at her entrance. Startled, she tried to look down but the fingers on her chin refused, keeping her staring straight into the elf's now glowing eyes.

"Tonight, my blood…nothing will change. But I need to hear you say it." The fingers on her chin tightened. "Tell me you are mine."

It was just like the other day, when Lou played the role of a slightly disobedient pet. A bit of acting to excite her lover. They'd certainly indulged her plenty of times. And no one else would hear the embarrassing words.

"Who do you belong to?" she growled.

Alana closed her eyes. "You," she whispered, fighting a wave of mortification. Wondering how true it really was. Wondering why the answer didn't feel all that important. All she cared about was the hot length that hilted inside her in one brutal stroke. She gasped, bright dots dancing in her vision as she shook with orgasm, her breath knocked out of her. She struggled to catch it as Kierra began to move, the bedframe squeaking out its dying throes.

"Who. Owns. You. Girl?" the elf barked, never slowing her pace.

"Y…ya…yooouaaaahh!" Alana's word transitioned into a scream as Kierra impossibly sped up. She was starting to feel tired, but she could feel the tension building once more, her body unable to resist Kierra's efforts. But then the elf slowed down, the sharp pleasure suddenly becoming dull. Alana eyes' that had slipped shut snapped open, quickly finding the expectant gaze above her.

"Who?" Kierra asked, her demand softened to an amused purr.

Why did she have to say it so many times? Did the elf have to enjoy watching people squirm so much? "Y-you," she gasped as the elf moved. "You," she groaned and Kierra moved faster, each thrust making the mattress dip.

"Say my name."

"Kii…" she breathed, beyond caring about how she sounded. All she cared was about reaching the peak that loomed ever closer to her senses. She blankly repeated the name of her lover on each panting breath, as each syllable ensured the elf kept pounding her. When it came, her climax shattered her. Alana lost control. Every thought was wiped out of her head, overridden by pure sensation. The strength was sapped from her, her arms and legs falling uselessly to the bed and refusing any attempt by her to move. She was helpless, completely at her lover's mercy, basking in the echoes. Satiated and sure she couldn't take anymore.

That's when a wet hand grabbed her face. Kierra's hand, covered in white. Alana breathed in a familiar sweet and musky scent. Her tongue instinctively poked out, licking up Lou's cum. It was slightly cool on her tongue, but it burned in her stomach. The heat reached out to the warmth of her afterglow, stoking the embers back into a fire. As she licked Kierra's fingers clean, the fire turned into an inferno, filling her with need. Her skin prickled, the air becoming ticklish as her sensitivity was pushed higher.

The hand over her mouth disappeared, but it quickly returned with more of Lou's fluids. The long fingers pushed past her lips roughly and Alana groaned with satisfaction, her tongue quickly stripping them of their bounty. A brief bout of irritation tried to muddy the waters of bliss her mind floated in. Distantly, she noted that it was the feeling of mana intrusion, someone trying to affect her body with a spell. Something incredibly dangerous. She couldn't have mustered a proper defense even if she wanted, but she didn't try. She was safe, she knew it. She was so convinced that she subconsciously fought the instinct to circulate her mana, which would make it more difficult for whoever was casting.

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Her decision was rewarded. Strength surged through her body, filling her with energy while soothing the faint aches. Her limbs still refused to work properly, but that didn't bother Kierra. The elf enthusiastically moved her, lifting her pliant form and placing her over Lou.

Alana struggled to focus through blurry vision to meet a pair of hooded violet eyes, accompanied by a lazy smirk. Normally, that look would make her want to smack her lover. Instead, she nuzzled Lou, the simple act of pressing their chests together feeling unreasonably good.

A strong hand pushed into her hair, pulling her head down as a pair of hands raised her hips. "Kii." Alana sighed, pressing closer as Lou's warning tone caused her words to rumble.

"Shh. I will not hurt her. Look." Alana's head was tilted backward. "Is it not clear she is enjoying this?"

"…just for tonight. And she had nothing to do with our deal so none of that. Not even naturally."

Kierra chuckled. "Sweet conqueror. When the star is ready to bear my children…"

Alana moaned, mouth dropping as she was invaded. Kierra was bigger, and longer. Alana's walls were stretched to the point where it was almost painful. Her small discomfort was drowned out by the overwhelming feeling of being so full. Kierra hadn't even moved and Alana was shaking.

"She will beg for it."

…Alana broke.

The rest of the night came to her in pieces. There was a moment where she was draped across Lou, her mouth being dominated by her lover, as she had no strength to do anything but endure the kiss, not with the elf pounding her senseless. There was another moment. One where her world was darkness, musk, sweetness, and sensation, as her face was pressed into Lou's cum, her tongue lolling as her sporadically lapped at it. Then she was flying, held securely in the air by four strong arms. Those moments swirled together in a passionate haze, where time became meaningless.

When she came back to her senses, she briefly congratulated herself as she thought she'd snapped back quickly; the moon was still hanging in the sky. Then she noticed the plates on the bedstand that hadn't been there before. And the open window. She forced herself not to linger on the sights of Lou's ass as she slept or Talia nestled between Kierra's legs, bathing her with her tongue like a cat. Her gaze locked onto another tray carrying a pitcher of glass, the water within drained halfway.

Rather than the same night, the signs pointed at them having spent an entire day in the room.

"Are you awake, star?"

Alana shivered, confused and mortified when as the elf's voice made her shake, the orgasm short-lived, but made more potent by the surprise. Her face flushed and she forced her gaze away. Her attempt to speak produced a raspy cough and her fingers immediately moved to her irritated throat, rubbing it gently.

"Your voice is gone? My apologies. Your mouth was too busy for anyone to notice." The elf's chuckle was like a dessert, melting in Alana's ears like cake on her tongue. "My mana is a bit low. Talia, call the pet."

In moments, the door swung open. Alana looked over to see Bell scampering into the room. The imp leaped into the mattress, settling a hand over her throat. "Coo~"

Alana grimaced at the discomfort of mana intrusion, enduring it with a tight frown. It didn't take long for the feeling to retreat, along with the soreness that kept her from speaking.

"Thanks."

The succubus smiled but her attention turned to Kierra. Alana couldn't see much from her angle, but she caught the imp widening her four eyes as she stood on her hind legs, tailed wrapped over her waist and held in her tiny hands. She wasn't on the other end, but she could imagine the effect of the imp trying to be cute. "Coo?"

"Not yet, pet. Not until I am strong enough to make sure you do not rope my children into your schemes, hm? But I suppose you can have a treat. No changing. A little challenge for you."

Bell cackled as she moved over the sheets. The sight of the little creature turning Lou on her back and pushing her legs apart was comical. The sight of the creature opening her mouth unnaturally wife to swallow Lou's cock was…anything but funny. Strange. Disturbing. Incredibly erotic. The last impression quickly gained strength with the sounds Lou was making. Violet eyes snapped open as Lou jolted awake, spine arching as she let out a sound between a yelp and a moan.

"What the—Bell? What are you…you…saints." Lou dropped back to the mattress, fingers clawing the blankets as Bell stood on her thighs, holding Lou's cock against her body, grinding against it as an unnaturally long tongue teased the tip. "Oh, fuck it."

"Star."

Alana bit back a moan as she shook again. Would that happen every time Kierra called her? What in the abyss had happened to her?

"Come here."

She only hesitated a moment before she obeyed, her progress halting as she had no strength. She stopped once she pulled herself alongside the elf.

A soft hand touched her hair. Before she could think, she had curled up under the touch, pressing her face against a green thigh as her lips unconsciously turned up. The next moment, she frowned, her face hot as she wondered about her reactions to her lover. It wasn't bad. Just…powerful. Unexpectedly so.

"How do you feel?"

Alana's mind froze, stuck comparing the vision of care smiling down at her with the flashes of the green beast she could recall. Then she shoved the errant thought aside. "Fine." She felt great. Her limbs not working was a bit strange, but she was more relaxed than she could ever remember. Her muscles felt warm and fluffy, like her skin had been stuffed with clouds. She'd fall asleep with a silly smile on her face if she let herself luxuriate in it.

"Ready for more?"

Alana tensed. How many days would she lose this time? And would she come back to herself to find even the sight of Kierra was too much for her to handle? Would her eyes roll into her head every time she saw green?

"I can't." She might really die.

Kierra chuckled, her fingers lightly tugging Alana's ear. "…did I hurt you?"

"No? Not more than your usual." She could feel a few sore spots on her upper arms and legs but doubted they would bruise. Considering the state the elf had been in, she wouldn't have been surprised to find worse. It was heartwarming, knowing that even in the throes of whatever had gripped the woman, she'd cared for Alana. She cared. It was easy to forget. Alana never doubted her place, but she'd have to be stupid not to notice that Lou and Kierra shared something different.

Alana's love was a classic, two friends falling in love. For her, Lou was comfort and peace. Before she had any idea of what her lover could do, Alana had treasured her for how she made the future knight feel. When she thought of their relationship, she imagined trekking back through the Bleak Peaks after months of fighting and being okay, because Lou was waiting at home to welcome her. She imagined being holed up for the spring, when the storms were too strong to do much of anything. Of traveling in the summer. Of placating her in the fall, before risking her life for another winter. Their relationship was warm, the kind of love every daughter wished for her daughter.

What Lou and Kierra shared was different. Warm, without a doubt, but also intense. Dangerously so. They didn't complement each other. They amplified, exaggerating their best and worst qualities. They obsessed over one another and that obsession gave them power over each other.

Alana had a place in their clan, but she would have to work for it. Lou wouldn't let go of her easily but that was no guarantee that they would be together for any great length of time.

Kierra was different. She was another immortal. When the two of them said their vows, it was for eternity. Alana was confident in saying they were each other's ideals; for Kierra, Lou was the partner that could accompany her throughout her long life and for Lou, Kierra was her fantasy, every womanly influence she'd ever wanted.

The desperation that surrounded them was like they doubted they would ever find another so well-suited to them. They were terrified at the thought they wouldn't last. So scared that they would bend for one another. They'd bend so much they changed shape. They'd be better for each other…or worse. It was a testament of their love that they used their powers over one another with discretion.

It was incredible to know that even amid that, both incredible women saw her. Cared for her. Took her to bed for an entire day and still wanted more.

"I love you." The words came barreling out of her mouth. She ducked her head, silently cursing. But she didn't take them back.

"And I love you." The hand in her hair moved to her neck, fingertips softly tracing her jugular. "You are mine, my stubborn star. Your life and your memory."

A small part of her wondered if she should question the statement. Wondered how much of the previous night was the cum talking or a serious concern. Instead, she pushed the thought away. She was warm and comfortable. Her worries could wait.

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