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Pilgrimage

By Syntaxerror37 for n666

Sister Ann awoke in her chamber with the ringing of the morning bell. The young novice yawned loudly before climbing out from her bed. She shivered a bit in her shift and quickly went to dress. The dark brown linen of her robes quickly covered her body shielding her from the morning chill. She then covered her shortly cropped blond hair with her novice habit. The final step was tying a wooden sunburst pendant around her waist, the holy symbol of her faith. She slipped into a simple pair of leather slippers and opened the door to her chamber. She joined the line of her fellow sisters as they filed out in silence from the dormitory.

Ann had grown up in the convent. She had been taken in by Abbess Lotte from the nearby village after her family had been killed in a house fire. Her mother had managed to drop her out of a window into the arms of a rescuer before the house collapsed into flames. Although she prayed daily for her parents' souls to watch over her, she had no memories of them. The nuns cared for her, kept her fed, even taught her to read and write. In the end, when she turned eighteen she decided to join the sisters officially and became a novice.

Ann took her place in the chapel and knelt down. She closed her eyes and began her daily morning prayers. One day was much like every other day, and she drew peace and contentment from that. After breaking fast with her sisters the Abbess had asked her to assist the townsfolk with reading and writing letters. Ann greatly enjoyed this, she loved both reading and writing, and it was far more comfortable labor than tending to the convent’s garden. She was escorted by Sister Mariet, the nun who had taught her to read and write in the first place.

They sat in the small town hall for hours, assisting the town folk with their letters. They asked for no payment, but the poor villagers donated what food and supplies they could to the convent in thanks. As the pair of nuns packed up the donations into baskets, Sister Mariet handed an apple to the novice.

“Go on, eat, we missed the midday meal.”

“I wouldn’t want to-”

“It’s not stealing, the food is intended for the convent, and you are a part of it, child.”

Ann stopped her protest and took a bite out of the apple. Mariet smiled and picked an apple for herself. After finishing the fruit, the pair started to walk back to the convent.

“Do you think Petra will be happy with the offerings?”

“She’s always happy to have more food in the pantry. If she had her way we’d all be plump little nuns.”

Ann couldn’t help laughing at that. She was small, yes, barely more than five feet tall, but there was nothing plump or even remotely curvy about her body. If anything the loose fitting brown robes hid just how thin she was.

As a novice, Ann was exposed to as many of the jobs in the convent as possible. That evening she assisted Sister Petra with preparing supper. After supper there were vespers. After the evening prayers the convent began to close for the night.

Ann was at the small desk in her chamber. She was dressed in only her shift as she wrote in her journal about her daily activities and thoughts, something she did every night by candlelight before going to bed. She was waiting for the ink to dry before turning the page when she heard a loud sound in the hall of the dormitory followed by shouts and yelling.

She turned her head towards the door of her chamber when it suddenly was kicked open. Ann gasped as a huge mountain of a man in dented armor filled the doorway.

“Found her!” he shouted back over his shoulder before entering the tiny room.

Ann stumbled out of her chair and backed up against the wall as the man approached.

“No! Stay away!” she squeaked, too frightened to even yell.

The man’s face was expressionless as he slipped an empty sack off of his shoulder. He opened it wide and started to force it over her body. Ann struggled against him, but she was too small and weak to do anything to stop her captor. She felt rope wrapped around the outside of the burlap sack, further binding her arms against her body. She wept silently as she was tossed over his shoulder and carried out into the night. At some point she was tossed into a wagon or cart, but had no idea where she was going or what was happening. All she could do was fall into a shallow fearful slumber.

She had no idea how much time had passed when she was jolted awake by the sudden stopping of the cart. She panicked at first coming awake bound in an old sack, but then did the only thing she could do, pray to the Holy Light to deliver her. Ann was too afraid to make a sound, so her lips moved silently as she recited the memorized prayers. Slowly the novice calmed herself. It was then she overheard the conversation.

“Are you sure you got the right nun?”

“It has to be her, she’s practically a child. We didn’t see any other young ones there, she must be the orphan.”

They came for me? Why? There’s nothing special about me. Ann thought as she listened.

“It better be, Modaharius says it needs to be an orphaned woman of virtue for the ritual.”

“Unless Babai completely buggered up his job of tracking down the offering, this is the one we need.”

“Ardaric! Sigesar! Stop just standing there! Get the wagon under cover and bring that nun inside!” An authoritative voice boomed

“Calm down! We weren’t followed, not like a bunch of old nuns can do anything.”

She felt the wagon move slowly and with many bumps over rough land. After it came to a stop once again she was hauled out like a sack of potatoes and carried for a short distance. Ann was roughly placed against what felt like a cold stone wall.

“She needs to be healthy for the ritual.” A fourth voice said. “Keeping her in a dirty sack until tonight isn’t a great idea.”

“Saphrax is right,” the leader agreed. “Get her out of that sack and tie her to that column over there.”

Ann couldn’t help sighing as the rope around her arms was released. When the sack was pulled off of her body she was nearly blinded by the bright sunlight. Ann eventually got used to the light and saw she was in the ruins of what must have been a temple judging from the cracked stone altar. The roof was long gone and the morning sun streamed in through the top of the building. Looking through the broken windows of the temple she could see a forest surrounding the forgotten temple.

She was forced to sit at a broken stone column and her hands were bound behind her back and then the rope was looped around the base of the column. She tried to curl her body up tightly, all she was wearing was her shift and she was surrounded by four, no five scary looking men.

“Babai, did they get the orphan?” The one in charge asked.

“I think so, it’s hard to recognize her out of her habit.” He moved towards her and leaned in closely. Ann tried to lean away from Babai as best she could. “Hey, you’re Sister Ann, aren’t you?” He asked.

“Y-yes…” she stuttered out, “Please, let me go, I just want to go home!”

“See? I told you I got the right nun.” The large one said smugly.

Ann recognized him as the man who had snatched her from her chamber.

“We have our offering then. We should begin the preparations for the ritual then.”

Ritual? What are they talking about? Ann wondered as she watched the five men warily. None of them look like any priest I’ve ever met or even read about.

As the men worked clearing rubble and tearing out weeds from in between the cracks in the stone, Ann learned their names. Sigesar was the one who had grabbed her, and was by far the biggest of the lot. Ardaric was thin and lanky. He was the kind of man who would just blend into the shadows if no one was looking. Babai looked the most normal of them, average height, relatively good looking, but had a smile that never reached his eyes. Saphrax looked so gaunt and pale that Ann wondered if he was actually ill. Then there was their leader, Modaharius.

Modaharius was older than the rest of them by at least a decade. His black hair was already streaked with gray, but he didn’t look feeble in the least. He had a commanding presence that was only made more effective by his cold dark stare. Every time he looked over at Ann she felt a shiver go down her spine.

She noticed that although they paused to drink water during their labors, they did not stop to eat. Ann wondered why, she felt her own stomach protesting how long it had been since supper. Then it dawned on her.

They must be fasting for the ritual. What are they doing now?”

As she watched Modaharius was starting to paint symbols on the now cleared floor of the ruined temple. Ann didn’t recognize them from any book she had ever read, but something about them felt wrong. This worry was further exasperated when she realized it wasn’t dark red paint Modaharius was using.

Are…are they some kind of cultists? Ann had only heard whispers from the eldest of the sisters about such things, and none of it was good.

The sun started to set, casting long shadows on the floor of the ruined temple. Her five captors arranged candles in surviving nooks in the ruined walls and on stands they had brought with them Relics were positioned on the altar, gleaming ominously in the last rays of the setting sun. Ann looked up into the twilight. Tonight was a new moon, which made the stars seem somehow brighter as they slowly appeared in the sky. She shivered in her shift, but it wasn’t from the cool evening air.

When the last light of the setting sun had faded into the night, the cultists began to light the candles. They had already changed into dark clothes, so they seemed like shadows moving through the ruined temple. Sigesar cut the ropes binding her hands, but before she could even rub her wrists, he picked up Ann like she was a child and hauled her up to the prepared altar.

“Remove her clothes.” Modaharius ordered.

“No!” Ann protested as she tried to squirm away.

Sigesar held her down on the cold stone altar while Ardaric and Babai cut and tore her shift to shreds. Meanwhile, Saphrax closed heavy shackles to her wrists and ankles, chaining her down spread eagle. Tears ran from her eyes, in both fear and embarrassment as her virgin body was on full display.

“Take your positions, it is time to begin the ritual.” Modaharius said as he stepped onto one of the sigils painted on the floor.

The other four men followed suit, each taking a position on a five-pointed star. Ardaric, Sigesar, Babai, and Saphrax started some kind of low rhythmic chant that Ann couldn’t understand. Then over the chant in a clear loud voice Modaharius started to recite an incantation. The words themselves felt vile, Ann could swear she felt them creeping over her exposed flesh like insects. The chanting grew steadily louder and to Ann’s utter horror the lines and sigils painted on the floor grew bright red and started to glow.

In the air directly above Ann a dark smoky cloud started to form. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn’t. As she watched the smoke started to coalesce into a form.

“Yes! Come Dark Mistress Akelmamoz!” Modaharius shouted with dark glee. “Receive this mortal vessel so that you might once again walk the earth and strike fear into the petty and worthless masses!”

The smoke solidified into a vaguely humanoid form. As a face started to take shape, Ann saw an expression she wasn’t expecting on the demon, surprise.

“Who summons me to this plane?” Her voice was clear, yet it seemed to vibrate with layered sounds.

The cloud now looked like an exaggeration of a beautiful woman. Full round breasts, wide curvy hips, flawless ‘skin’, but this was paired with more monstrous features. Cloven feet, large sweptback horns, bat-like wings and a pair of spade tipped tails formed out of the smoke..

“I have summoned you, Dark Lady, so that you may once again claim these lands as your own and reward your faithful servants.”

“You…Idiot!” The cultists all gripped their heads as her insult tore through their minds. “How could you misspell the name of one of the Dark Lords!” She pointed to a section of the glowing runes with a clawed finger. “You wrote Azaeryera, you illiterate moron!” Azaeryera then turned her attention back to Ann. “I will properly punish the lot of you after I claim this mortal shell.”

Azaeryera’s ethereal body descended onto Ann and seemed to instantly melt into the scared novice. She felt the evil power flow into her body and she screamed out her prayers, begging the holy light to protect her.

“What” No! This wretched form is pure!” she heard Azaeryera’s voice clearly inside her own head. “A disgusting virgin! How dare they insult a succubus like this!”

“Modaharius! This is all your fault!” Saphrax spat out. “You were so confident that you understood the ritual and you can’t even write down the correct name!”

“Don’t lecture me! You can barely even read the common tongue!”

“We need to get out of here!” Ardaric shouted as he watched Ann’s body twitch and contort on the altar.

“No! Don’t move, you’ll break the circle!” Modaharius’ eyes went wide with fear.

“Bugger you and your stupid circle!” Sigesar shouted back as he turned to flee.

The large man stopped short of leaving the circle, however, when an arrow slammed into his chest. He looked down at the shaft, more shocked than in pain.

“Wh-what?” He croaked out before another arrow hit his chest.

This one pierced his heart and he fell to his knees before falling over dead. From the shadows of the ruined temple gate a tall man in dark chainmail stepped out with another arrow already nocked. He pulled back and without a word fired at Babai. The arrow hit him in the shoulder and he quickly ducked down behind the Altar as he howled with pain.

Ardaric and Saphrax pulled their ritual knives out and charged at the unknown assailant. The power of the circle broke and Azaeryera was torn from the body she could not possess.

“We’re not done here, fools! I will see you all on the other side, just you wait!” Her laugh echoed through the ruins as she was pulled back into the Pit.

The armored man tossed aside his bow and pulled out a long sword. Between his reach and obvious skill he quickly dispatched Ardaric and Saphrax and ran towards the Altar. With little more than a grunt he ran Modaharius through with his sword. Babai tried to run, gripping the arrow in his shoulder, but the man threw a dagger into his leg causing him to fall to the ground crying out in pain once again. Babai continued to crawl, trying to escape, but it was pointless. The man finished him with a mercy strike to his neck. With the threats neutralized he approached the altar.

“P-please in the name of the Light! Don’t hurt me!” Ann pleaded.

The man averted his eyes and unfastened the cloak from around his neck, then quickly draped it over her body.

“I’m not here to hurt you, Sister, I was sent to save you.”

“Praise the Light!” She sobbed.

He worked to quickly free her from the shackles. Once her limbs were free, Ann curled up into the fetal position under his cloak.

“This place is tainted, we can’t stay here. We’ll camp in the forest tonight and I’ll take you back to the convent in the morning.”

“Yes, I can feel the evil here.” She slowly sat up, keeping the cloak wrapped tightly around her body. “Thank you, ah…”

“Stefaan.”

“Stefaan, thank you.”

***

Stefaan had been given her robes and habit and he gave her a spare tunic to replace her shredded shift. She was thankful that Abbess Lotte had thought to do so. After camping for the night, they made their way back to the convent. As they approached, all of the nuns came rushing out to greet them. Tears were in her eyes as Ann was embraced by her fellow sisters.

Abbess Lotte smiled softly as she approached the adventure.

“Thank you for bringing our sister home.”

“After all you did for my father, it is the least I could do, Abbess.”

“That was a long time ago.” She smiled at the memories, “It’s hard to believe I was ever a wandering nun. We don’t have much, but both the convent and the town wish to reward you.”

“There’s no need.” He patted the side of the wagon that used to belong to the cultists. “This wagon is payment enough. I’ve been meaning to get one for a while now. I should get going, I’ve heard they are having bandit problems in Lord Carbonall’s lands.”

The Abbess bowed her head. “May the Light shine down and watch over you.”

***

The raid on the convent by the cultists had caused quite a bit of mess and Sister Ann threw herself into cleaning up and repairing the convent where needed. As she tried to get back into the rhythm of her life, she wrote daily in her journal.

Prīmusday, the twenty-sixth of Aries

_I noticed something odd while I was assisting Sister Petra in the kitchen today. She sent me to fetch a jar of pickled eggs from the pantry. It wasn’t until I had already pulled them off the shelf that I realized I didn’t need the step stool to do so. I was confused, but I noticed then my robes were looking a little short. I had thought I was done growing by my sixteenth year, but I seem to have gained a few more inches. When I undressed for the night I also noticed my bust was larger than it had been, however I know that often a woman’s chest can swell with age, but it doesn’t seem to be a matter of sagging exactly. Perhaps my recent experience has aged me a few years. My tongue has also felt strange lately. It almost feels too big for my mouth, not swollen, almost like there is more of it than there used to be. _

Quīntusday, the fourth of Taurus

I seem to be gaining weight along with more height. I’m now not only taller than Sister Mariet, but there is a plumpness to my body, especially with my chest and hips. It is quite noticeable when I tie my belt around my waist in the morning. The other sisters have noticed the changes, I’ve heard their whispers. My tongue is longer and far more flexible than it used to be. I find myself flicking it around inside my mouth and twisting it into shapes throughout the day. What could be causing all of this? I’m eighteen, nearing nineteen years old. My body has remained unchanged since I was sixteen. My hair also seems to be growing like a weed, I usually only have to trim it once a month, but at this rate it will be once a week to keep it from spilling out. Also, I have had the worst itching on my scalp, just past my hairline. Everyday now I feel tingling urges from my womanhood. Last night I had a dream that could only be called lustful and I woke up with dampness between my thighs. I will pray tonight for the Light to help me through all of this.

Tertiusday, the tenth of Taurus

I was working in the garden today, turning over the soil in a new patch. I came across a large rock and I went to dig it out a bit with my bare hands. To my utter shock, my nails extended from my fingertips and tore through the hard packed earth like they were iron. Thankfully, none of my sisters were nearby. As I stared at the claws my nails had become, I watched in fascination as they retracted back into my fingers. Although they still have a bit of a sharp point they look normal enough in passing. Even more so when compared to the rest of my body. I’m taller than Long Thom in town now, and he’s six foot and two inches I believe. I've run out of hem to let out in my robes and I had to resort to stitching new material to the bottom to maintain my modesty. I’ve found that I can wrap my tongue around small objects and lift them up. I experimented with a sliced up apple. It was as easy as using my fingers. The physical changes aren’t the worst part of what I’m going through. My dreams have gotten worse, or is it better? What am I even writing? My waking mind is not much better. I often find myself thinking back to Stefaan. He is such a rugged and handsome man. I fantasize what he could look like under his armor. I should get to bed before the tingles get worse.

Quīntusday, the twelfth of Taurus _ _

_I can’t believe it! Every time today I closed my eyes to pray, All I could think of was Stefaan and the carnal acts I wish to indulge with him in! How do I even know what the acts are to imagine in the first place? The bumps I noticed on my scalp the other day were not bumps, but budding horns! Thankfully I can hide them under my habit. But why is this all happening to me? I only have one theory. I snuck into the back room of the library. Sneak? That’s a joke, I have to duck just to walk through doorways now. Azaeryera was a succubus. A temptress of men, lust given demonic form. Although she was unable to claim my mortal form as her own, I believe she must have left something of herself behind. I read through several books on demonology and such occurrences can happen during failed possessions. I’m still looking for a way to reverse things and return to normal. _

Septimusday, the fourteenth of Taurus

This day did not go well for me. I awoke gasping for breath from the dream I was subjected to before the morning bell. I could feel my body was slick from sweat and other substances as my shift clung to my every curve. As I moved to get off my cot, I could feel there was something strange about my breasts, more than just the size and weight they had grown to. I stripped out of my shift and I was so shocked I almost screamed. Where once my nipples had been, now a pair of mouths were smiling. The lips are shiny and black and resemble what was plastered on the succubus’s demonic face than my own. The lip-nipples, lipples perhaps? They are just as sensitive as my nipples, if not more so. I shivered as I ran my fingers over them to inspect the changes. As I became more aware of my new features, I was able to control them much like my mouth. Opening and closing them, changing expressions, et cetera. They did seem to return to a smile while at rest. Almost more disturbingly, each lipple has its own long flexible tongue. Both were just as capable as my original tongue has become. When I heard the morning bell ring I quickly changed into a fresh shift and dressed for the day. I could feel the sisters’ eyes on me, how could they not stare? I looked like some kind of mythical amazon squeezed into the habit of our order. All I wanted to do was kneel and pray for guidance, but my body had different plans it seemed. As I recited the prayer aloud with the rest of the convent I felt something move inside of me. Specifically inside my womanhood. As if resisting the temptation to touch and relieve myself wasn’t already testing me like a saint, this new sensation was making it hard not to squirm, or worse cry out. When morning prayers finally came to an end I rushed to the privy as I could not return to my chamber. After pulling up my robe and shift I was so shocked I almost fainted. My body had grown yet another demonic tongue. This one slithered out from the depths of my womanhood. Becoming aware of it only made things worse. Unable to stop myself any longer, I used the tongue to relieve the lustful tensions in my body. I had to bite down on my hand to not cry out as I was finally relieved. I justified it at the time that I did not touch myself with my hands, but I doubt that technicality truly counts. At least I was able to function for the rest of the day without my mind being clouded by lust. I plan to relieve myself before sleep this evening to see if it stops the dreams from happening.

Prīmusday, the fifteenth of Taurus

_As calming and enjoyable as it was, it did not stop the dreams. I hadn’t bothered to sleep in my shift, so I didn’t need to remove a soiled one from my body this morning. As I stood naked in my chamber, I inspected the latest changes to my body; not one, but a pair of tails. They are short and stubby, but I assume they will grow much like my horns have. I was able to hide them easily enough under my robe, but it did make sitting down tricky throughout the day. A group of travelers on a pilgrimage stopped by the convent today to pray at our chapel and offer alms to the convent. Abbess Lotte asked me to stay out of sight, not that I would want to be seen in my current state. Still, I watched the small group from around corners. I thought I had my lustful feeling reasonably under control but when I saw the men in the group my mind started to race. The things I imagined doing to them I never read in any book. Apparently Azaeryera left behind some of her foul knowledge as well. I swear I could smell, no, taste their male essence on the air. It was all I could do to not grab one of them and pull them into an empty room. I needed to relive myself throughout the day. After the pilgrims left and I was eating my supper, I noticed my eye teeth felt longer and sharper. My teeth will be harder to hide from my sisters than my other features I fear. _

Secundusday, the sixteenth of Taurus

I have fangs now. Though unlike most beasts it seems I can retract them partially, just like my claws. My fangs are still sharp and pointed even when retracted, I will have to be careful to smile with my lips closed. When my fangs are extended they seem to drip some kind of venom. It doesn’t seem to affect me any, I can’t even taste a difference in my mouth. However having consulted a few more restricted books on demons I believe it may act as an aphrodisiac. That’s just what the convent needs, me inducing the same lustful urges amongst the sisters. I think it is that fact that has helped me come to my decision. I need to leave the convent. As much as it pains me to leave the only home I have ever known, I can’t stay here. It is more than just lust or desire driving me mad, I think this body needs carnal energies now as much as food and water. If I do not seek them out somewhere else in the world, I fear I will pounce on one of the young men in the village, or worse a fellow sister. I will pack my few meager belongings and will slip out tomorrow night after vespers. Abbess Lotte, I know you will read this journal after I leave. I want you to know that I love you like a mother for all the care and teaching you gave me. I hope that you will keep me in your prayers. May the Light shine down on you.

***

Ann followed the road southeast into Lord Carbonall’s lands. She remembered that was where Stefaan was heading. She wore a long pilgrim’s clock and carried the accompanying staff. This was a pilgrimage of sorts for her. Between the cloak and her massive stature Ann traveled the road unharassed.

She was approaching a small hamlet surrounded by farms and fields. Since there was no church to seek hospitality, she made her way to the town’s inn. Hopefully she could beg for some bread. She kept the hood of her cloak up as she entered the room. The smell of pipeweed and beer flooded her nose. Ann started to make her way towards the bar to speak with the innkeeper when she stopped.

Sitting at a small table by himself was Stefaan. He was inspecting a map spread out on the small table while sipping a beer. He looked exactly as he had the day he rescued her, but smaller somehow. It then occurred to Ann that he was the same size and that she was the one who had changed. Regardless, he looked even more handsome than she remembered and seemed more than capable. She walked up behind Stefaan and cleared her throat.

He turned slightly and then froze when he saw the Amazon standing behind him.

“Master Stefaan, I don’t know if you remember me or not. My name is sis-...Ann, Just Ann now.”

“Sister Ann?” He shook his head, “she was half your height, a tiny thing.”

Ann pushed back the hood of her cloak to give him a better view. “I know I look different, But it is me, you must remember my face and my voice, they have remained unchanged over the weeks. At least, I pray they have.”

Stefaan looked up into her pleading eyes. He remembered her face from that night in the ruins, he could never forget it. Slowly he nodded as he accepted that this large woman was the same tiny nun he had rescued.

“May I join you and explain what has happened to me?”

“I would like to know what has happened to you, and what brings you so far from the convent.” He admitted.

Ann took a seat opposite the adventurer. Even sitting in the chair she still looked imposing. She took a moment to compose herself before beginning to speak.

“I think you know well enough what those cultists were trying to do that night.”

Stefaan nodded. “Summoning something they shouldn’t into this world.”

“Yes. Apparently they had botched the ceremony in some way before you even showed up. They accidentally summoned the wrong demon, a random succubus instead of a demon lord.”

Stefaan rolled his eyes. “Idiots.”

“Any who involve themselves with creatures from the Pit are fools. The demon attempted to possess me, to use my body as a shell to exist in the mortal world.”

“But I saw the demon cast back into the Pit.”

“Oh, she was. It turns out that a virgin isn’t an acceptable host for her kind.” Ann let out a sad laugh. “She wasn’t able to take a hold of me and when the circle was broken, well, you were there.” Ann paused and looked down at the table, breathing slowly trying to steady herself. Stefaan pushed over his mug of beer and she accepted it, taking a long drink. “Thank you. Although the fiend couldn’t claim my body as hers, she left something behind. I started growing,” Ann looked down at her chest, “in more ways than one. But other changes began as well, features of a less than holy nature.” She carefully lifted her hood just enough to show Stefaan her horns.

His eyes went wide, and he reached for the beer. Stefaan quickly finished it.

“All of this I could have just dealt with, living out my life in the convent, but the dreams and the…urges. They were all too much.”

“Urges?”

“I’m still mortal, but my body needs more than food and drink to survive now. I’m starving for, ah, carnal nourishment.” Her checks flushed a deep crimson and she cast her gaze down again. “I was raised in the convent as an orphan, I don’t know many men. But you saved me and you are, ah, very handsome.”

Ann closed her eyes, too embarrassed to say more. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Stefaan was now the one blushing.

“Are you asking to share my bed?” He said in almost a whisper. “Ususaly I have to do the asking, but for someone so…”

“Big?”

“That’s not a bad thing, especially if you are big in the right ways.”

“Am I?”

“Oh gods yes.”

They were now both blushing across from each other while the busy inn flowed around them.

“So, would you?”

“We should eat something first, I have a feeling we won’t be leaving my room once we get there.”

Ann blinked and then laughed, the first good laugh she had in a while.

***

Supper was rushed as they were both feeling the need to retire to Stefaan’s room. Ann’s mouth was still watering as she ducked under the doorway and entered the small room. There was little more than a bed, a simple table, and a small candle sconce on the wall, but Ann was raised with sparse and simple accommodations. Once the door was closed and barred, Ann removed her hood and cloak, and hung them on a peg by the door. She could feel Stefaan’s eyes watching her twin tails as they swayed behind her. When she turned she saw he had come up behind her. He reached up and pulled her down for a kiss.

As their lips pressed together in her first kiss, the fire of passion and lust she had been keeping banked burst into full flame. She grabbed Stefaan and lifted him up off his feet. Her tongue pushed past his lips and teased the inside of his mouth. Ann wasn’t even thinking, her body just knew what to do.

Stefaan found himself pressed up against the wall by the former novice. He gripped her tightly as he tried to keep up with her dexterous tongue. He eventually had to break the kiss, desperate for air. He reached up and ran his fingers gently over her small horns. Ann smiled and gently let him down onto his feet. She helped him to undress, her pulse growing faster the more of him she saw. After pulling off his tunic, she ran her hands slowly over his defined muscles. He reached for her tunic and she placed a hand over his.

“Things might look a little strange, but they won’t hurt you, I promise.”

He looked confused, but she allowed him to remove her tunic. He stared with more than a little surprise at the pair of smiling black lipples. Not believing his eyes he reached out to touch a pair of the lips. Ann cooed as she felt his fingers brush against her lipples. Without even thinking they opened and started to suck greedily on his finger. The shock was fading into curiosity as Stefaan cupped her other breast, leaning in to kiss her lipple. He was rewarded with a similar experience to kissing her mouth, complete with a long tongue snaking its way in. Ann placed a hand on the back of his head and pressed him in tightly.

Ann felt not only pleasure and energy from Stefaan’s body and actions, but a great sense of relief that he wasn’t repulsed by her body. She could feel the firm hardness in his leggings pressed up against her body as he made out with her lipples in turn. She needed it, like she needed to breathe. She fumbled with his belt and forced his leggings down past his knees. Ann then gripped his firm rear tightly and squeezed before she rolled over on top of him. She quickly slid down his body and wrapped her hand around his shaft.

Ann had never seen, let alone touched one before in her life, but somehow she knew exactly what to do. Her tongue started at the base, slowly tracing its way up to the head. Her tongue swirled around the glans several times before the tongue wrapped around the cock and she took the head into her hot and wet mouth. Stefaan moaned and arched his back. He reached down and gripped the sides of Ann’s head as she bobbed slowly up and down on his shaft.

After all the excitement, it wasn’t long before Stefaan was curling his toes and moaning loudly as Ann swallowed every last drop, even milking out the last bit with her coiled tongue. Stefaan was left flat and breathing hard on the bed. Ann released his cock from her mouth and tongue and slid back up his body, covering him with her form. She smiled down at him while her lipples kissed and licked his chest.

“I, I will need a few moments.” He was smiling back up at her.

“I’m sorry, but I’m too hungry to wait for that.”

“What?”

She opened her mouth and her fangs extended, she nuzzled up against his shoulder before biting down. He only flinched for a moment before the aphrodisiac venom took hold. As it pumped through his body, he felt every sensation grow more intense and his manhood quickly spring back to life. The lethargy that normally accompanied release was gone, replaced with a desperate need for more. Stefaan grabbed her head and kissed her desperately, not even caring when he nicked his tongue on her fangs.

Ann’s lipples kissed and licked his chest as she pushed him down into the bed. Before she suddenly released him. Stefaan was confused for a moment before he saw her position with her head down and rear up, her twin tails waving invitingly. Stefaan scrambled to get behind her. By now his cock was so hard it was almost aching. He gripped onto her wide hips hard as he plunged in all the way to the hilt.

Ann threw back her head and moaned loudly as her virginity was finally claimed. Her tails wrapped around Stefaan’s waist and hugged him tightly as he thrust. Her entire body shook with the desperate force of her partner. Ann gripped the sheets tightly to keep from being pushed off the bed. Inside her sex her tongue reached out to lick and stimulate Stefaan even further as he plowed her.

Everything built up to a beautiful crescendo. Ann threw back her head, but all she could let out was a little squeal as her body was pushed past simple release into pure erotic joy. Her tails squeezed Stefaan tightly as her vaginal tongue stroked and squeezed his cock. Stefaan was nowhere near as quiet as Ann as he cried out loudly with his climax. He couldn’t even see straight when he was done. He fell forward over Ann’s body, and hugged her tightly as he recovered. Ann licked her lips with her long tongue, feeling satisfied, at least for now.

***

Quārtusday, the twenty-fifth of Taurus

I found myself missing writing daily in my journal, so I am starting a new one. Fitting for the start of my new life. Stefaan has been able to satisfy my needs, and not simply in our bed. He is a kind and decent man, and incredibly handsome. I think I am free to admit that now. I will be traveling with him, doing my best to aid him in his adventures. He has already taught me the basics of defending myself with a staff, apparently even my clumsy strikes can hit quite hard given my size. I have also found that I can channel certain powers as long as I am ‘well fed’, as it were, allowing me to heal wounds and perform some minor tricks, like producing a small flame from my fingertips. Stefaan is sure I will manifest greater magical powers with time and practice, but who can say? I’ve decided to send some of the gold that I will earn back to the sisters in the convent. Though I am no longer a member of their order, I feel indebted to them for all the care and kindness they showed me over the years. We will be leaving at first light to track down the last band of bandits that has been harassing travelers, and I will need the rest.

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Ann adjusted the leather bodice supporting her huge chest. She looked like a proper adventure now with leggings, high boots, and even bracers on her lower arms. A simple brown hooded cape hid her horns and tails from view.

“How do you feel?” Stefaan asked as he belted on his sword.

“I feel both scared and excited. Is that normal?”

Stefaan smiled, “Very normal.” He reached up on his toes and pulled Ann down for a soft kiss. “Just stay behind me and follow my lead and everything will be alright.”

“Yes, I think everything will be alright.” She smiled softly as she reached for her staff.

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