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Urthwyfe, Ch 3

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Once Tahra had baited the trap it was an easy enough prospect to get the Spirit to follow her. There were still a number of holes in her knowledge regarding specifically the type of Spirit with which she was dealing, but the Urthwyfe was confident that she would be able to figure out the remaining variables which, in turn, would allow her to take the necessary steps toward resolving the problem.

As she headed further into the eastside of Ihayar, Tahra continued their conversation, keeping it casual so she could work her way toward further filling the last of the holes in her knowledge regarding the Spirit with which she was dealing. "You came to this town to learn about love... have you not had any success?"

The Spirit-in-Lynx-Woman form was, as expected, incredibly vague. "A few of offered to help me learn, but they did not seem to know enough to aid me."

Offering a demure smile, Tahra glanced over her shoulder at the Lynx woman following her. "Well, in that case, if I am going to show you, I would suggest choosing a good form for the lesson."

Her companion offered a wide-muzzled smile. "I am so very pleased, friend. Yes. I would very much like to learn... just tell me what form you would like. I can assume any form you want me to take."

The casual discussion told Tahra plenty, but she needed to know more, so she opened the invitation. Phrasing her response carefully, she baited the trap, hoping that she could catch the information she needed. "You're going to be the one learning. Why don't you choose a form YOU find comfortable... just so long as it isn't a Human one."

Arriving in a large field behind the stables, the Urthwyfe turned around to regard the Lynx and she watched it change. The shift was a smooth transition with no quick, dynamic changes and those that did happen were relatively subtle. At the end of the process the being Tahra faced was still a Lynx, but it was several inches taller, and male. The Spirit-in-male-Lynx form did a slow circle with his arms out as if showing off a new set of clothes. "There. How is this, my friend?"

Tahra had the type of Spirit she faced narrowed down into only a few different possibilities; one of them was benign, two were problematic, and one was overtly dangerous. She continued toying with it in an attempt to discover for certain. Stepping up to the Lynx, she began slowly undoing the lace that tied his tunic closed. Smiling, almost giggling, Tahra addressed the topic that would help her uncover the Spirit's kind. "Oh. Interesting. You had been a female Lynx, and you are now a male. Why did you choose THIS form?"

The Spirit looked down, watching her fingers as she began undressing him. "This is one of my newer forms... I just recently became familiar with it and so it seemed suitable for learning new things. You can show me love and I will learn more about this body at the same time. If you don't mind, of course..."

That response told Tahra all she needed to know about the Spirit. It had taken some casual interrogation and she could certainly have done it much more directly if she weren't being subtle but, in the end, she got the Spirit away from the town's inhabitants, moved it to a reasonable area for confrontation, and discovered she was facing and, through it all, the Spirit was none the wiser. She owed it in part to the fact that Dopplegangers were usually too conceited to realize that they were being misdirected.

Back before she'd become an Urthwyfe, Tahra, like most Humans, and thought that Dopplegangers were monsters-- unnatural monsters that preyed upon the unwary like some kind of predator. What they didn't realize, however, was that Dopplegangers were not physical in nature and only assumed a physical form while hunting. Also, they were not predators; they were parasites, taking quintessence from living creatures and using that to suppliment their own power so they could maintain a physical form and perpetuate the cycle. Sometimes, if allowed to get powerful enough, their dalliances could occasionally result in the deaths of those from whom they took quintessence.

Out of the four Spirits she could have encountered, a Doppleganger was ideal-- the only thing that could have been better would have been a Coeval spirit... but, if that were the case, she wouldn't have really had a job to accept since those weren't a threat. A Doppleganger, however... yes, that was something she could address. The amount of chaos caused by a careless Doppleganger could certainly disrupt the peace of a small village as they collected forms like some Humans collected hats, gloves, or scarves.

Fortunately, she knew a couple of different cures; she was, in fact, already set up to utilize her favorite one and so she wasted little time. Smiling to the Lynx, she pulled his loose tunic off of him and began loosening the lace keeping his trousers up. "Have you ever experienced love from a woman before, friend?"

She knew the answer was almost assuredly a yes and, one consistent thing that was consistent for Dopplegangers was that they could not do was lie directly-- hence the reason why it was only too happy to throw questions at her during their question-for-a-question game... it sought to keep her off balance. As anticipated, the Spirit-made-flesh looked away from her, ears lowering bashfully as his visible flesh blushed. "I... have never been with a Human woman before."

It was an answer, and almost assuredly truthful, but it didn't actually answer her question. Still, the purpose was not to try and identify the spirit since she already knew at that point; it was all about maintaining the flow of their interaction. Accepting the comment at face value, Tahra slipped the Lynx's trousers off his hips, letting them fall down his legs and onto the ground. He stepped out of them, not the least bit bashful at his nudity. The Human woman admitted that the male Lynx (most likely the Doppleganger's last victim) was attractive in the way of most of felines, and he was decidedly well-endowed... likely one of the reasons the Spirit had selected him as a donor of Quintessence.

She was surprised when he spoke up. "Is everything alright? Do I not meet your standards or is it something else?"

Tahra didn't realize that she had stare as long as she had; her mind had been reflecting on a small scar she saw on the Lynx's abdomen just above his right hip. Rather than try to cover up her lapse, she leaned into it for the same of genuine interaction which, she found, usually helped sell a deception. "I was curious about that scar."

The Spirit was surprisingly tactless, not even bothering to come up with a truthful excuse; perhaps he had the same though she did regarding genuine interaction. "I do not know what it is. I saw this form before, and it came this way."

The Urthwyfe let that statement go, moving forward by focusing on the task she had before her, motioning to the thick pink rod which had already emerged from the Lynx's sheath. "Well... your body is just fine and it looks like it knows what to do even if you do not."

The Spirit looked down at its own form then nodded. "Yes... it is supposed to be that way for when love is made, is it not?"

She knew that it knew, seeing as it'd probably experienced the female side of things no more than fifteen minutes prior, but she let that slide. "It is, yes... but you can't expect anything to happen if I am clothed too."

Making a game of it, she spread her arms out, providing a silent invitation, which the Spirit-as-a-Lynx accepted without further comment. She gauged his actions to determine just how far along he was in his hunt for shapes by how little she had to guide him. In the end, he required absolutey no instruction, even going so far as to nuzzle her ear, lick her exposed skin, and nibble lightly on her neck even as his paws were at work disrobing her. She honestly wondered how he would respond to her statement when she offered a "You're really good at this for a beginner."

The Spirit could have avoided saying anything, but Dopplegangers prided themselves on their superiority to mortals so, of course, it couldn't resist by providing a vague response. "I will have to credit my teacher."

The statement, she was aware, was meant for her to take as a compliment but, knowing what she knew, Tahra had no doubts that it was referencing its blueprint for foreplay was entirely based on what it experienced as a female Lynx from its most recent prey. She didn't bother objecting, letting it think that it had the upper hand as she let it strip her bare. Standing before the Lynx as naked as it was (even moreso since she lacked fur), Tahra smiled. "So... how does your first Human lover look?"

The Spirit let out a rumbling growl of appreciation. "I am going to enjoy your body ever so much."

The statement could have easily been more praise but, to Tahra, she realized that there was a much more insidious element to its admission; it did actively want her body, but it wasn't about sex as much as it was about another physical form to add to its collection. She avoided letting her thoughts affect her expression. "I'm sure you will, friend, but, if we're talking about making love it is definitely not the same as mating or rutting."

Tahra had a feeling that the real male Lynx after which the Spirit styled itself may have been a clueless meathead because the body's muzzle looked as though it was made to wear a confused expression. "I... do not understand."

Dopplegangers, Tahra knew, were all about the act of obtaining quintessence so they could assume new forms; the finer art of lovemaking was something that they never truly understood because the entire act was more a theft than a union. Smiling, she hoped it came across as inviting rather than impish. "Friend, if you are going to learn then we are going to have to take our time... we are both going to feel very good... assuming you're not just here for the sex."

It was another carefully constructed phrasing; it wasn't there for the sex-- it was there for her form, but she'd opened up the discussion in such a way that it could imply that it really was looking to learn about lovemaking without having to come out and say it. It took the offered easyroad. "No... this is not about the... ah... sex."

Nodding, the Human woman pressed the fron of her body against his. "Good... then we can take our time, and I'll teach you everything."

The next ten minutes were spent with her tormenting the Spirit-in-Lynx form by instructing him with every last intricacy of foreplay, going so far as to showing him where to put his paws, how to touch her and stroke her, how to and how not to use his teeth on a partner that didn't have fur; it was needlessly over-the-top instruction that she would never have spent her time on with a real partner-- if a potential lover didn't have THOSE basics down she wouldn't have bothered with them but, when a Doppleganger was involved, she wanted to spend the extra time and get it frustrated.

It was easily five more minutes before she even went so far as to touch his member and start instructing him on to how to use his paw pads (careful with the claws!) in touching her, explaining that physical intimacy started with exploration. If she hadn't known that he was a Spirit she might have thought something was wrong or that he was truly biologically desperate since her prolongued delay should have been enough to make any man limp, but the Spirit kepts its form 'at attention' the entire time-- unfortunately for him, as she finally started to touch it, there was still a long way to go until she was ready to let him use it.

Nearly a half an hour had passed before she started to discuss positioning. Tahra saw the desperation in his eyes as she explained that she was going to go on all fours but, no, he wouldn't be inserting it yet... he would start by using his tongue on her because THAT was how to properly do lovemaking. Any mortal male could have forced hiself on a woman when she was in such a compromising position but a Spirit would have had no benefit from that since they could only harvest quintessence when their partner was vulnerable; if their partner was not enjoying themself then nothing would be gained and, at that point, the Doppleganger was far too invested timewise so he was forced to comply.

After another five minutes of her instructing him on the right way to do cunnilingus, she explained "Okay, friend, I think it's time..."

She could practically hear his ears spring up. "We can make love?"

Tahra smirked. "Yes, we certainly can... now that you've readied me, you can slide it in... slowly."

With her back to him and him astride her, she was able to keep her smile hidden from him as she made him take another five minutes to hilt, insisting that she needed a minute to get comfortable, or that he was so big that she needed to get used to him. Spirits were generally patient beings and were not prone to lust, but she could almost imagine him gritting his teeth, body quivering from anticipation and constantly being denied going at his own pace. She wasn't the least bit surprised when, as he finally hilted his hips to hers, the Spirit let out a long sigh of relief. She almost giggled; it was premature relief.

At that point she maintained control, playing along with the Spirit's eagerness, having an unexpected amount of fun at its expense, especially once it started pulling out canned comments and really bad pillow-talk. She wondered if the Lynx whose form it took relied more on his physique than his personality when it came to attraction, especially once she heard it say "Your body feels like it belongs beneath me."

She couldn't help herself. "Really? I am surprised friend, since I was starting to think YOU should be on the bottom."

Either it honestly was new to the act of having sex in a versatile way, or the sheer audacity of the suggestion seemed to get to the Spirit, causing it to slow its thrusts. "Me? On the bottom? Why?"

Once again Tahra was glad that she wasn't facing the Spirit in their position, allowing her to focus on keeping herself from laughing all the while not bothering to limit her smirking. "Well... seeing as you were a female with your last partner I thought it would have been more familiar to you."

Tahra was throwing accusations but she didn't mind the idea of giving herself away; at that point she had the information she needed and the entirety of their interaction was just her playing with her figurative prey. Apparently the Spirit felt secure enough in its position that it either didn't notice her statement or let it slide, addressing it at face value without any intent to deceive or misdirect. "I would like to explore mortals in all forms. I do not mind being on top."

Very nearly spasming with restrained laughter. With the spirit's really bad sexy-talk left behind them, Tahra let the situation continue, having to bite her tongue to push the words out. "Okay... good to know."

It made the mistake of trying two more comments, which she handled similarly and, for a time, the only sound behind the stables was the wet, sloppy slap of skin on skin but, ultimately, the spirit spoke up again. "Am I... doing this right?"

Smiling mischeviously, Tahra gladly walked through the door opened by her poorly unprepared companion. "Actually... since you brought it up..."

The next ten minutes were spent in scholastic discussion and very critical breakdown of absolutely everything the Spirit was doing-- most of it wrongly by Tahra's critique. Any mortal lover would have walked away but the spirit? "I will do better."

To its credit, the Spirit was indeed learning. Tahra COULD have worked on teaching it poorly, all but destroying any future it might have trying to bed a female, but she was honstly more interested in getting something out of their coupling. It was incredibly studious, asking many specific questions in its bid to attempt to please her-- after all, it wouldn't be able to take the Quintessence it needed to assume her form if it couldn't please her. Tahra honestly found it endearing if not for its problematic objective. That didn't really stop her from wanting to have a happy ending though.

After almost twenty minutes, just as Tahra was worried she would start getting excesively sore, something hit just right and she could feel it; the Spirit was actually making progress. It was definitely time to praise her partner. "There... right there... just like that."

Her follow-up sound was enough to create a trail of breadcrumbs for the Spirit to follow, and it was, for all of its faults, a quick learner. Even as she felt her body finally start to respond she could tell that it was growing even more and more eager for her release so that it would be able to draw off her essence and add her form to its collection. Unfortunately for it, Urthwyfes had a strong understanding of the flow of spirit energy and were in great control of their Quintessence... as well as the control over spirit essence too.

Tahra could tell the very moment the Spirit felt something wrong; there was a change in its motions as it grew more distant, trying to pull away from her but, by then, it was at a loss: its body seemed to want to be inside her more than it wanted its body to escape. At that point, and only at that point did the Spirit ejaculate-- likely the first in its life as the blast forced out an entire mortal's worth of stolen Quintessence. She heard and felt the Spirit shutter, moaning and squirming atop her as it got the full force experience of giving up the energy to her... but she wasn't done.

Even a Lynx man among The Folk had a refractory period, even if it was scarcely a minute, but the Spirit wasn't ejaculating seed and so there was no biological limitation-- it was as hard as it had been when they'd just started and all of her working him up left his physical manifestation with a desperate need to get that release... not just the one it had had, but every one it could possibly have. Tahra was very careful in making sure that the form she'd taken from it was not the Lynx man it was using in that moment and the Spirit's physical manifestation betrayed it, continuing the act even though it probably desperately wanted to discontinue.

After a second moaning shudder and yet another release of Quintessence, Tahra chuckled. "You have been causing a lot of problems here, Spirit... and now you will have to be punished for your transgressions."

The Spirit's voice quivered, not just in fear, but in desperate desire as its body continued to thrust into her, unwilling, and possibly unable to pass up the chance to keep painting her insides with all of the Quintessence it had collected. "I... I can't stop. It's... it's so good, but... but I need to stop!"

There was something to be said for giving a Spirit a taste of pleasure; as an incorporeal creature they rarely had a chance to appreciate what a real release meant. She crooned softly to her partner. "Don't worry, friend... you won't be allowed to keep any forms from The Folk, and you can't have mine, but we won't leave you with nothing..."

Panting, the Spirit-in-Lynx form kept a tight hold of her body, desperately pulling her back into its thrusts at that point, crying out in desperation, fear, and desire all at once, controlling its voice between groans long enough to ask "...we?"

Smiling, Tahra didn't have to look back to know that she and the Spirit weren't alone. "I think it's about time you join us, Shael..."

She could sense the gryphon looming well before a thick, scaled talon appeared on either side of her shoulder, talons digging into the earth. Tahra knew the immediate moment that Shael penetrated the Lynx above her; not only did it disrupt the rhytmic thrusting but, when the thrusts started up, they were with the gryphon's tell-tale tempo; Tahra really enjoyed that tempo. At that point, the Urthwyfe gave over to her own needs and she gripped handfuls of grass as her entire body shook, and she finally got her own opportunity to give into the act, biting down on her lower lip as a powerful orgasm shook her from head to toe.

Tahra felt the syphoning pull of the Doppleganger seeking her Quintessence but she managed to cage it away, keeping the Spirit from taking it along with her form... but that wasn't the end of things. Whenever a spirit, especially a Doppleganger was bereft of energy it would absorb beast quintessence. When she heard Shael grunt, accompanied by the fluffing of feathers and the slapping of thick gryphon testicles against the furred backside of a spirit in Lynx form, she knew that the Doppleganger was getting quintessence aplenty.

Using its confusion in the moment, Tahra finally pulled the last humanoid form from it in the form of yet another ejaculation on behalf of the Spirit; once the Lynx was gone from its collection its physical form began to melt and that was when Tahra separated from it. Turning around to look, the Urthwyfe also watched as Shael also disengaged, spirit matter dripping from its still-twitching cock as the Doppleganger melted down into an amorphous puddle-- it would have normally tried to immediately reform in the guise of a gryphon, but Tahra had locked its ability to change ahead of her next plan. "It is time for you to sit and think about what you've done."

Slipping out from beneath Shael, she also let the amorphous, semi-ephemeral Spirit dribble down off of being impaled on the gryphon's member-- another jet of gryphon seed helped dislodge it, and the Spirit hit the ground with a sloppy splat. Reaching into the pocket of her nearby discarded breeches, Tahra withdrew a thumb-sized quartz, which she held between her index finger and thumb, pointed it at the quivering mound of formless spirit, and spoke the words of power. The gemstone glowed a soft lavendar and the spirit exploded in a blast of colorless light. It wasn't destroyed; it had been absorbed.

Looking at the gemstone, which glowed for a few more seconds before dulling again, Tahra smirked. "I'll let you go tomorrow. Until you manage to work your way through all of that beast essence you certainly won't be causing problems for The Folk and, if you DO decide to return, I might just come and find you... I promise I won't be so forgiving next time."

Reaching for her clothes, Tahra bundled them up under her arm and rubbing the top of the gem with one thumb, created a lengthy crystalline threaded loop to emerge from it. Sliding the necklace over her head, she let the crystal settle between her breasts. Following that, she got a light nudge from Shael's beek. He pointed out that rutting with a spirit wasn't really what he was looking for out of the night.

She reached up an patted him on the head, running her fingers through his feathers. "Thank you, Shael... I know, but I needed some beast quintessence to make sure I could reset the spirit. You did a REALLY good job today. Thank you."

When the gryphon added that he would have rather slipped himself inside HER, she realized what he was getting at. Sliding an arm around his thick neck, Tahra leaned over and kissed him on the top of his beak between the nares. "Then I suppose I'll have to make it up to you then, won't I?"

Tahra was never much for using inns; aside from the fact that it meant she was surrounded by people, she could never be certain how much care the innkeeps took to ensure a clean room devoid of bedbugs, so she didn't mind sleeping in the stables at all. Moving around to the front of the bulding, the Urthwyfe cracked open the doors, pushing the right side open enough that Shael would be able to follow her; although he was behind her, the shadows from the torchlight outside showed that the gryphon's 'fifth leg' was moving as he walked; in all honesty, she wasn't surprised.

While the horses didn't seem to mind her at all, they became quite agitated when they were joined by a gryphon. She quieted them with a quick, calm reassurance. "It's alright... he will not harm you."

Unlike a druid, Urthwyfes couldn't speak with animals but she still had a natural affinity for communication. They were not as cognizant or as self-aware as a beast like Shael, but she was able to get the idea across. Tahra could tell that they were not happy about having him near them, but at least she was able to forestall a stampede. The half dozen horses maintaed a wary vigil as she led Shael past them toward the far end of the stables, selecting a stall in the corner several away from the nearest mare.

She pointed out to her companion that there was already fresh hay on the floor but, as anticipated, Shael had no preference; he conveyed as much, pointing out that she was the one worried about what she was sleeping on and, whenever she was with him, he would be what she was sleeping on. In the meantime, he reminded her, that he'd be on HER first. His raging erection throbbing between his legs was really just as sufficient in identifying his plans as his not-so-casual suggestion. Things with Shael were simple, and Tahra liked simple.

Closing the stall door behind the gryphon after he followed her in, Tahra moved to take the position that she knew he desired of her. Despite being a beast (or perhaps because of it), Shael had been a good companion for her and, she acknowledged, a very capable lover. Shael was pleased she thought so, and he 'rewarded' her by hilting into her in one go. It wasn't so much that the spirit had loosened her up (over an hour certainly hadn't hurt the situation) as her gryphon ally knew her so completely that his angle, form, and approach were perfect; she actively enjoyed it when he slid himself into her.

There was something enjoyable in the simplicity of the act when it came to having sex with Shael; his needs were basic and his desires were always up-front and earnest. He had no duplicity to his actions and there were no hidden agendas. Even as those topical thoughts fluttered through her mind, the gryphon gave a particularly powerful thrust, reminding her that he still had his pride, and she was thinking about too many other things aside from him at that moment. Tahra couldn't help but laugh, giving him a loving mental rub under the beak, reassuring him that they were all good thoughts.

The fact that Shael was there to be with her so they could enjoy one another's company. He wasn't a spirit trying to steal quintessence and he wasn't a Human or one of The Folk with a duplicitous goal. He was Shael, and he was wonderful. Not all Spirits were like Dopplegangers-- she quickly closed off her thoughts to Shael, not wanting him to catch any empathic sense of the dark spot the consideration had cast into her mind.

She forced the uninvited memory down... deep down, and covered it by focusing on the present-- on the feel of Shael's tensing muscles, the earnstwhile thrusts pounding her from above and behind, followed by the flood of warmth that filled her body as the large gryphon began unloading inside her with a happy, drawn out sigh. Sometimes it was worth being 'in the moment'.

By the time Shael had taken another breath and started up on round two without even withdrawing, Tahra was ready to invest herself in the present. As with any gryphon, Shael was capable of multiple orgasms and, although she was almost certain he'd been training himself to last longer for her benefit, he still came three times before she did but, to his benefit, he didn't finish their rutting until she'd been satisfied.

Shael fell asleep content with her laying atop. Despite how much she wanted to join him content in dreamland, the insidious little tendrils of memories she would have rather forgotten continued to plague her, keeping her up with her mind wandering due to her brooding. When she did finally fall asleep she had dreams. She hated dreams.