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Perrodite looked up, following the trail of blood. Her body covered in the deed she committed. The blood was still warm, trickling from her dagger to her wrist. Lying before her, in a bloody heap, was another reptilian. A male, wearing a familiar face. She looked around. No witnesses, and they were in his home. His chest, bleeding out from the multiple holes she put in him. Her arms hurt, a pain as deep as to her bones. And her cheek stung. A scar, oozing her blood, from his vicious strike. She could hear it. Her heart racing, hammering. She could see it. Her vision red and pulsing. And more importantly, she felt it. Her blood boiling, and then soothing as she finally found her freedom. A pyrrhic victory that she failed to see the consequences thereafter. She watched. Her landscape changing from the house to the forest, standing just outside her tribe. Her people behind her, looking at her with blank faces. Others that of anger, pointing at her and screaming something. She read their lips. "Get out... get out!" "Murderer!" "You killed your master!"

No parting words were made. No tears shed. She just... turned her back. A new weight held her heart. One she could never remove for the rest of her life. Still she endured it. And took her first step into exile.

Something rustled beside her. And the world suddenly turned black. She groaned, reopening her eyes to the blurring night. No wind. Not even music of insects. Before she could remember where she was, her groin flared. Perrodite ignored it. It flared harder. Stronger. Constantly. She bit her tongue. The pain did little to distract her. She acquiesced, and moaned before bringing her hand...

"Oh, she's awake!" Frana's voice spoke. Perrodite's hands bumped into an obstacle. She barely had any time to know what it was when her sex only demanded her pleasures - the pleas getting stronger every second she ignored it. Then whatever restrained her arms tightened. Her sex burned, and Perrodite thrashed her body about.

"L-Let go of me! I need this! It's getting stronger... it's killing me!"

"Perrodite no!" Frana sat atop her, holding both Perrodite's arms down. Just as she did, Perrodite's breasts started to react with the same tingling need. The combined efforts of all three quickly overwhelmed her mind, her struggles becoming more and more frantic. "You mustn't pleasure yourself! The venom is still in your system. If you rub yourself, you w-"

Perrodite screamed, squeezing her eyes and pushing her arms. Hard. Oh her vent continued to nag on her mind, fluids gushing and trickling down to her sensitive tailhole. Her lust returning at a very familiar level that she never experienced before. Then it clicked in her. The pumpkin patch. Only for a brief moment before she tensed up again, the arousing jolts coursing and reawakening the venom, returning her to her state just before she was saved. Every breath she took was ragged, and only to scream and moan. The divines, she wanted it to stop. She wanted this undying need to end. Tears welled in her eyes, feeling the creeping dread of flushes invading her mind once again.

"It's no use!" Frana shouted. "How many times did it envenom her?"

"It's just as I figured," spoke another voice. Perrodite was too much in bliss to care. "We can't rely on her system to clear it before she breaks again. Allow me."

A hand rested on her belly, round and bloated slightly. Whoever this person was, whispered some enchantments. It warmed her belly. Then, slowly, her vent stopped flaring. It took longer than any moment she had endured, but her breaths had calmed. Harmless tingles coursed her body, and she relaxed her tightening muscles. She shifted her legs, then gasped after rubbing her vent lips together. They were still sensitive. Just not as much as before. But still there. Still nagging at her mind. At least she could ignore some it and looked around. But the pain had become a dull and bruising ache with each movement. Her eyes fixed to this third person standing above her. Another survivor? And one more attuned with magic. That was a relief. "M-My gratitude to you..." she panted.

The figure's features were hidden by the poorly lit sky. But they turned to look at her. Then they giggled. "Aww Peri, that was nothing."

Perrodite's eyes flashed open. That voice. And that resentful attitude.

"Now now Peri, is that a way to treat your saviour?" The figure leaned down, low enough for her brown hair to flow down from her shoulders and almost right over Perrodite's eyes. Four horns grew from the back of her head, two ram-like and two very short ones. A pair of amethysts stared back at her, coming from this maroon-coloured lizard female. The most outstanding features were those white rune-like markings all over the maroon part of her scales, leaving her cream-coloured underbelly untouched. And the most ridiculous was what she wore before Perrodite. Instead of her usual most-revealing 'magician' attire, Zenatha was a bit more... appropriately dressed in some white sleeveless coat, short skirt, and long white stockings. On her head was a strange white hat with a red cross on it.

At first she was shocked. Then Perrodite clenched her fists. "Fancy seeing you here, Zenatha."

"Huh?" Frana looked to her. Then to Perrodite. "You two know each other?"

"Will you get off me first?" Perrodite snapped. "You're crushing my stomach."

Frana squeaked and rolled off, sitting on her knees beside Perrodite as the latter pulled herself up. Slowly. Perrodite hissed, another jolt coming from her vent freezing her. She had to hold her fists, to keep herself from the cravings, before sitting fully upright. Still all of her innards hurt, but not as much as what the outside had experienced. She couldn't believe she enjoyed that. Now that her mind cleared, she could just focus on the pain.

"Divines, I feel like a sex addict!" Perrodite cursed.

"Not like you didn't enjoy it Peri."

Asshole. Perrodite forced herself onto her feet, ignoring the headache and how the world spun from how sudden she rose. She turned and met Zenatha, glaring at her. "You think I wanted to? Where hav-" Her skin crawled from her groin and breasts, and she quivered.

"Careful now Peri." Zenatha tilted her head to the side with a coy smile. "My spell only works if you don't get your blood rushing too much. You are accelerating the venom after all."

Perrodite growled, grabbing her by the collar. "As I was saying, where the hell have you been? You sent me to wait at a werewolf gather site!"

Zenatha's eyes widened and she gapped her maw. Any moron could tell she was faking it. "Oh dear. I didn't know that was a gather site for werewolves. I should have done more research. My bad." Her message was clear over the sarcasm. Perrodite released her with a shove. Despite Zenatha's much slimmer build to Perrodite's, she took no more than a step to regain her balance.

"Then where were you? What took you so long to get us?"

Zenatha placed her finger to her chin, her eyes looking down at Perrodite's exposed bosom. Or was she going into thought? Perrodite quickly covered her lumps with her arm, and her vent with her free hand. She avoided touching them. It made Zenatha chuckle. "You know, it's hard to remember, seeing this beautiful body of yours, Peri."

Perrodite opened her maw to speak. But then remembered her previous interactions with Zenatha always ending in nowhere whenever Perrodite tried to ask her for anything she wanted to hide. If she spoke of a completely different topic, it would mean as much that she wouldn't answer. At least not now. With a heavy sigh, Perrodite stepped back from her. Then looked down. She lost her weapons. And she also lost her clothes. "Do you... per chance..." Perrodite blushed, looking off to the side. At the same time, her intimate areas tingled, responding to her embarrassment. "Do you have any clothes I can borrow?"

"Oh my," Zenatha said. "I didn't know you like wearing other people's clothes."

"You know it's not that!" Perrodite huffed, still looking away. "Can you just... please let me cover my parts at least?"

Zenatha was quiet for a moment. She was scanning Perrodite's body. As if there was any need. The two were about the same size. "Well I think you look perfect the way you are. Besides, you know all I will let you wear are my stockings." She curled her feet.

Perrodite choked on her saliva, forbidden memories welling suddenly in her mind. Then she hissed, doubling over a bit.

"Oh right, the venom. My bad."

Oh how she wanted to strangle her one day.

"Hmm... how about your friend there?" Zenatha looked passed Perrodite and beckoned to Frana. The latter gasped, as if she snapped from a daydream. "Do you have any spare clothing?"

"O-Oh umm..." Frana blushed a little, looking at Perrodite. "I... only have what I'm wearing. But I don't think you want to wear them."

"What do you mean?" Perrodite asked.

"W-Well... the witch dress is a one piece. And underneath what I'm wearing are... oh divines, why am I telling you what I'm wearing?"

"Just anything will do," Perrodite said. "If I have to, I will pull clothes from any place I find."

"W-Well, I'm sure I'm wearing just as much layers as your friend there. Why not ask her?"

Perrodite growled. Not only did she felt like she was everyone's friend, but this was going nowhere. She barely knew any of them - Zenatha included - and already she was asking to wear their clothes. It was... humiliating.

"Are you wearing a bra?" Zenatha asked. Frana nodded slowly. Then Zenatha's eyes glistened. "Well, I guess you win."

"What? You mean you aren't?"

"You don't believe me?" Zenatha placed her hand inside her coat and pulled down, exposing much of her breast. Any further and she would reveal her nipple.

Frana blinked. Then she looked away, body turning to Perrodite, and smiled. "Well... I can't believe I'm saying this but... if you want, you are more than welcome to borrow my bra." She turned her back to them, and got to undoing her zip. Her claws struggled to reach them behind her back.

Perrodite shook her head, and unzipped it for her. "This is more embarrassing to me than it is to you, believe me. But... thank you." She then turned to Zenatha, the cold starting to break her resistance. "She offered her bra, so shouldn't you offer something to cover my... vent? And please, enough with the teasing."

"Teasing? What makes you think I was being a tease?" Zenatha then hummed, staring too long at Perrodite's groin. Long enough that it was acting up once again. But Perrodite fought off the urge to turn away. "You know, I don't think any of us are wearing undergarments that aren't tight. If you try to wear mine, the venom will-"

"Then what do you suggest?" Perrodite asked quickly. "I mean, having my breasts exposed is bad enough, but I cannot walk around without coverings over my vent! Don't you have anything I can use as a loincloth?"

"Oh come now, it's not like we aren't the only survivors by now. Your beautiful snatch is safe with us."

"T-That's not the point!" She quickly realised what she was doing and took a deep breath.

Both of them exchanged silence. Then Zenatha looked to Frana. "Oh? Frana. Is that a waist-length pantyhose you are wearing?"

--

Some time had passed. After much deliberation, Perrodite had little choice than to don what was given to her out of generosity. Both of her only clothing - if anyone could call it that - were Frana's. An embarrassment especially to wear her undergarments potent in her scent. Her bra was black and laced, dense flowers stitched onto the translucent fabric. They felt weird to wear, the touch sparking her envenomed lumps, but only mildly. It made her blush, and she feared it wouldn't go away. Especially the urges to touch them through the bra. But nothing could descend lower than having to wear her ridiculously more feminine black pantyhose just so she could cover her still dripping sex. It was covered in stitches of spiders and webs, with a spider covering her bits. Frana looked at them on Perrodite, her cheeks getting rosy at how the spider was now drenched in lizard juice. Perrodite was even more embarrassed when her feet slipped to the ends, replacing Frana's feet in its place. Like a slimy rebellion, the wetness and sensation made her skin crawl. She really hoped it was because of the green puddle Frana stepped on earlier, but rather not test it out. Her forbidden desires was showing up, wetting herself more and unconsciously forcing a moan.

"See what I mean?" Zenatha leaned towards Frana, eyeing Perrodite. Frana covered her mouth from a chuckle.

"Enough," Perrodite said weakly. Even if decently covered, she still felt naked and instinctively covered her breasts and vent. She could almost see herself from their eyes. Her flush from just being a true female, if not rubbing Frana's scent over herself. And how she posed like a timid girl trying to turn away from them. Humiliating. The only reason she wasn't snapping in anger was because of what it would do to her current state. She had to change topic. "Anyways, now will you tell me everything?"

Zenatha lowered her smile a tad.

"And stop wasting time on anything else. After what happened to me, I am not in the mood."

Then she completely dropped her smile. With a scoff, she closed her eyes shrugging a shoulder. "You are such a bore sometimes. Very well. But first, isn't there something you want to say to Frana? She is a new friend of yours is she not? If she hadn't been running about calling for help, you might fully become a scarecrow."

Perrodite shifted her gaze. Frana just stood there. No one could tell if she was wearing a bra or not, but everyone could see she was now barefoot. It would only take some pervert to look up her skirt to see her underwear. She looked away slightly. Perrodite sighed, and made a gesture to reach for her. "Frana. I... I'm sorry. For what I said to you earlier."

She smiled warmly. Then it was cheekily the moment her eyes wandered below her. "It's hard to take you serious, Peri." Perrodite lowered her head, a cross of a growl and sigh boomed from her mouth. Frana stepped forward with an arm raised. "But hey! I totally get you. I wouldn't trust myself if I were you as well. No need to apologise."

Perrodite held her tongue from speaking her curiosity of her purpose again. She would just remain silent anyways. "Alright. As long as we can agree that we are going to pay a visit to the Master, I won't press you on your business."

Frana almost hopped, placing her hands together and nodding with an affirming hum. Like an excited child her eyes glowed, a smile spreading from cheek to cheek, and she was standing almost upright.

"As for you," Perrodite spun to Zenatha, "you have some explaining to do. First of all, I want to know why you are here? Because of this mansion, we are all trapped here in this dimension with no way out."

Zenatha placed her hand on her head. A thinking gesture, but with a wide smile, like that of a planner. "Not telling." She said in a mocking tone.

Great. So none of the two wanted to tell her. "Then why are you dragging me into this if you won't tell me a damn thing?" And instantly she knew the answer.

"You owe me remember? Besides, I will require your assistance with... some of my tasks. You will come to know them soon enough."

"Look, I at least need something to go on. How can I trust that you won't push me off a cliff?"

She flashed a grin. "Aww... can't you let a poor girl like us have some fun? Speaking of which, your debt to me has deepened. At this time, you are in no place to question my purpose. You belong to me." Perrodite's fangs couldn't bury any deeper into her gums.

"Umm... Peri? Your friend is a bit... strange." Frana added. Perrodite just relaxed her body with a deep breath, her chest feeling heavier than before.

"As for the 'pushing you off the cliff' part, why would I ever do that? I DO require you for some of my errands after all, and losing you to the depths of the curse will only be bothersome." She showed her hand to Perrodite, palm up. "Besides, you have achieved one of them already." It glowed. In a blink, a wisp floated out of the centre and expanded across her hand. A spell circle, red in colour. Emerging from the circle, was something too familiar. Perrodite stepped back, her body weakening as she stared at the flailing red vine. It was much smaller, and the thorns not yet matured. She slapped Zenatha's hand away, and the vine and circle burst into pellets of light like fireworks too close for comfort. Perrodite stepped back, heart racing and sending venom all over her. Oh Divines, the flare up was even worse. Her legs quivered, struggling under her weight. None of them could move, paralysed as they were, as if even a jolt could collapse her mind into another blissful stupor. Zenatha only smiled, letting her bruised hand rest to her side like nothing happened. "You have done well dragging the heart of the curse out of hiding the pumpkin patch. It sensed your strength and will. And so it came out of hiding to... use you, and turn you into its host. But now," she clenched her hand into a fist, "the curse is all mine."

Perrodite placed a hand on her belly. It felt slightly distended. But also an inner feeling of sensitiveness. Perhaps it was just her swollen womb. Then again, she felt a hard mass. A memory struck her. One of the red vine 'mating' her, plaguing her womb in the cursed venom. Then... then...

"We should get moving," Zenatha's said, her shoulder already brushing pass Perrodite's and standing beside Frana. The latter had been quiet during their conversation, and her eyes gave away how clueless she was to what they were talking about. "Oh and Peri," Zenatha looked over her shoulder, her hair still covering her eye, but her smirk apparent. "Do try to stay alive next time. Or rather... stay yourself."

--

The three had turned from trying to enter the mansion through the front. Even if Zenatha had stolen the curse that kept the pumpkin patch on guard for intruders, its effects still lingered. On the way to the back entrance, Perrodite asked why couldn't she have just used her spells to burn the path through the lesser vines. Needless to say, she should have expected to never get any satisfying answers from that witch. She exhausted her magical energy trying to find Perrodite among the scarecrows, as well as cutting her free and warding the vines away just so they could escape. A witch who prided herself as a collector of enchantments and curses, getting exhausted from such simple feats. But it was also more salt on Perrodite's mental wounds. Forced to wear another's clothing, deprived of her weapon and now being told bluntly she was a burden.

"Hey, lighten up Peri," Frana said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I was a deadweight before, I know how that feels. But you are still a friend to me, if not a valuable one. I mean, you're strong and brave. But me..." she looked to her spelltome with a shrug, "...umm... I sort of don't know what I'm getting it. But please. Don't leave me like that again. I... almost lost you. I thought I was going to be alone again."

Perrodite opened her maw, but jolted when sparks coursed through her from her vent. She winced, closing her legs a little more. "I... see," she managed weakly, scraping her tongue against her fangs as she waited for that sensation to pass. "I'm used to working alone, used to having no one to rely on, used to needing no one. Now, look at me and my hypocrisy."

Frana flipped open her book, aggressively flipping through the pages, searching for something. Her eyes swung left and right down the texts. Until she reached the other end of the cover, and closed it with a sigh. "We will find you a weapon. Don't worry." Perrodite raised an eyeridge at her. Frana frowned, then she straightened up. "Oh right, clothes... that too." And she was giggling again. Perrodite was used to it.

"So why do you want to meet the Master?" Zenatha asked without looking back to them. "If they can put you under with one simple curse, imagine what they will do personally."

"Isn't it obvious? To force an escape out of here. Surely you don't want to be trapped here as well."

Zenatha hummed. "Indeed, it does get boring. Certainly our world has much more to offer."

"Unless you have a better idea, I'm going to confront the Master."

"Well," Frana's ears twitched in sync with a distant scream. "I suppose you can say I'm looking for certain... experiences. I wouldn't mind meeting the source in the mansion myself. Well that's... assuming we don't get caught on the way." Another scream.

Perrodite squinted forward. Something emerged beyond the strands of grass. Several trees, grown from a location even denser in the green fog. Every step forward, the soft ribbons turned to rusted blades of grass crunching beneath her weight. Then her feet found solid dirt. Fence walled off this new area, but this one was made from steel. Behind the fence, several slabs of stones dotted the premise, in all different shapes and sizes. The graveyard.

"Looks like the place," Zenatha said, walking to the front entrance. The gate stood at least twice their height, one of its doors groaning in the hinges as it was left open. Valley upon valleys of tombstones filled the graveyard, with a few skeletal trees and shacks that looked as if it hadn't been used in years. Perrodite looked up. Last time she looked in this direction, there were flying creatures abducting victims. Now they had ceased. Perhaps they had carried off with nearly all those still loitering outside. Actually, Perrodite started to wonder if anyone even made it inside the mansion. Certainly not through the front, but what of the back? At the end of this graveyard sat the back of the mansion. She couldn't see any doors leading up to it. "The back entrance," Zenatha added. How could she still be smiling at this time? The three could be the only lone survivors

"Alright." Perrodite crossed her arms. "So what's the trap this time? I certainly don't see any broken signs around." She looked to Frana, who just shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know," Zenatha said. "Maybe something to do with dead people? Care to take your chances like last time?"

"Damn you."

"Maybe we can stick together and walk in? That way, we can protect one another if something happens."

Perrodite lost herself in her thoughts. Almost like a pounding headache, her breasts and vent flared every now and then, only penting her up than hurting her. "I heard a scream here earlier. It doesn't look like the grave was disturbed when they walked in." And what's more, they may per chance find another survivor. She kept it to herself. "Though this fog. I fear we may get lost."

"I know, we can always scream for each other!"

A rebuttal readied in her throat, but Perrodite gave up. Frana was far too optimistic, even after losing her friend on the same day. Surely Zenatha could see the folly in that. The witch raised her hand, another spell circle conjured. Then a flame snapped from her palm, dancing in the air. And settled without putting itself out. "Follow the light," was all she said before taking her first step. There was a dirt road, snaking in between mounds, and she opted to follow it.

Perrodite stayed behind her Almost immediately after they made their mind, a thick fog washed over them. Then she heard skittling and whipped her head here and there. Nothing but the fog. She couldn't even see anywhere more than three 3 metres away. Frana squeaked and grabbed Perrodite's arm. A told hold and she rested her cheek against it. Zenatha was almost a shadow despite being so close to them, but the flame in her hand provided reassurance. It didn't help that the fog was freezing to her near bare body, and immediately she craved for better clothing than what she was wearing.

"Look over there!" Frana pointed past the fog. To where another shadow of a person was walking, looking almost weary. "Hey!" She screamed, running towards it.

"Frana wait!" Perrodite screamed, but she was already consumed in the fog. "Frana!" No answer. "Zenatha, we have t-" she was gone as well. Nothing but fog surrounded her, even when she broke to run towards where she saw Zenatha head towards. The dirt path. She just needed to follow the dirt path. Her heart raced, feet crunching over the dead grass at a rapid rate. Until the graveyard reappeared before her. She jumped out of the fog.

And stood alone on the road.

She scanned her surroundings quickly. A low wind blew against her ear like a low and sinister hum. There were still some scattered fog, but the landscape. It looked like nothing she had seen before. As if the fog took her to a different location. The shadow she saw earlier had disappeared, perhaps with Frana. Perrodite reached down for a long branch, clutching it like a staff and swinging it forward. Then she grunted, and realised too late when she ran her hand over her sensitive vent. She gasped and immediately dropped to her knees, squeezing both hands on the branch. Her libido reawakened from the contact, and coursed jolts all over her body. Wave after wave, it struck her. And every wave made it more enticing to pleasure herself. Still she tried to ignore it, biting her lower lip when it was getting too powerful. Her fluids pattered on the ground, having fully drenched her inner thigh. Perrodite hissed. She slammed her fist onto the ground. Harder. Harder. She didn't care how much it would take to stop it.

The dirt grumbled beside her. She turned, then noticed the fog starting to glow. A veil of white and blue covered the ground like a stream flowing through. Perrodite quivered, and huffed ragged breaths. She doubled over and laid on the ground, curling in a foetal position. Oh Divines, she could feel it. The rush of her femfluids swelling her tender walls and gushing out and onto the floor. They stimulated her greatly, and she jerked her body into arching her back, feeling another inevitable climax.

"Z-Zen...!" Perrodite screamed. As if someone answered her call, something glowing loomed towards her from the side. She immediately reached for them, but stopped. It was a wolf girl. Her body translucent and blue, rippling in the air like the stream. Her feet manifested, but did not touch the ground. Perrodite quickly realised it was a ghost.

The ghost smiled, and ran her hands over her torso. In her touch, her breasts formed, followed by her sex. Another ghost floated beside Perrodite. A male lizard-kin with his member fully shown. The female floated to between Perrodite's legs, hands on either of them, as if to keep them apart to watch Perrodite's uncontrollable peaks. She couldn't feel their touch. But something about their contact filled her with anticipation. Paralysing her, like she couldn't close her legs anymore. Perrodite immediately spun her branch on one arm, and swung it across the ghost's face. Missed. The wolf's face broke apart, giving way to the swing, but quickly reformed. She was still smiling too sweatly, and before Perrodite knew it, she was already extending her tongue and flicking it up and down over her vent. Again, Perrodite felt nothing. But something still shot up to her mind. Her sex quivered. Even if there wasn't any contact she could feel, somehow she felt every stroke. Somewhere deep within her. The male suddenly floated before her, hands around Perrodite's head, and immediately shoved his rod into her maw.

"Uuaaagh!" Perrodite gagged. No sensation. Yet she had this strong urge to cry her maw open, just enough for the lizard-kin to pound into her mouth. The thought of being used like this would have earned them a gash through their chests. Instead, her vent and breasts just burned even hotter. And she felt Zenatha's spell wearing off. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She clenched fistfuls of dirt, wresting the urge from pulling them to her sensitive areas. Despite feeling all of this deep down, her body started to whisper the same cruel messages of arousal in her mind. Getting louder and louder the more she ignored them. She gripped onto the one spark. One of her will. No, none of them were real. She just needed to resist and fight back!

The reptile suddenly stopped thrusting, his cock fully inside her. She shivered when something chilly but prominent trickled down her throat slowly. The ghost. The ghost seeded into her maw. How could she even feel what didn't exist? Why was she swallowing with every throb of 'cum'? Why could she feel something settling inside her? She lost her hold on her mind. She wanted to break free from them. To find Zenatha and Frana. Yet she also wanted to stay. The reptilian got off her, silky strings of ghostly substance sticking from his tip to her mouth. As for the wolf, she was already floating above Perrodite, two fingers dug into her own vent. She wore the sickening blissful expression, if only briefly, before she withdrew - strings of glistening fluids sticking to her hand. Perrodite gasped, almost feeling her sex parting as the wolf inserted them into her. A lingering string connected their sexes together through her hose. She felt a sudden chill over her lower lips. Nothing prepared her for what happened next when the wolf stroke herself, a moan breaking out of Perrodite's throat when she felt something rubbed over her sex.

She grabbed at it. But nothing was rubbing her. Yet she could feel her lower lips parting on its own, giving way to some unfelt pressure. The wolf masturbated faster, and Perrodite felt the same speed on her labia. Then the venom caught up to her. Perrodite yowled, raising her sex high in thunderous and unquenching orgasms. The same threads lingered, and Perrodite quickly caught on it was transferring stimulation directly to her as well. Desperate, she swung her arm at it. She may as well try to cut water. The threads reconnected every time. Then the male leaned closer, the same glowing thread stretching from his member's tip, and he wiped the other end on Perrodite's clit.

"N-No..." her voice was weak. All her energy rushed to her loins, her envenomed sex sensing the blood rush. And the squeezing of her clit forced another howl. Air quickly drained from her lungs, her ragged and desperate breaths only adding fuel to her cry. It felt like two invisible hands fondling her at once. She grabbed the branch and, like a last ditch effort, focused all her strength into throwing it at the reptilian who was stroking himself. It phased through and clattered against a tombstone.

Almost at that moment, the wolf girl floated right atop her, her ghostly body engulfing Perrodite like a cold blanket. She smiled sweetly. Then a freezing torrent travelled up her body, coming from her feet. Perrodite looked down, stiffening at how the ghost's own dug into hers, disappearing inside her and 'wearing' Perrodite like its own. Before any other thought came to mind, another wave rippled from her sex and cast off all other thoughts so effortlessly like light penetrating darkness. The wolf girl slid closer, her own sex touching Perrodite's briefly, before absorbing into the warmer body. Recovering from her passions, Perrodite slapped at the ghost and turned. Or she tried to turn. Her legs. They wouldn't move. No. they were moving on its own! Spreading apart and raised high just as the reptilian settled between them. She flailed her arms, trying to push the wolf away. They all just went through her. Until they froze in place when she grabbed them both. Her snout leaned closer. Right over Perrodite's lips. It sent a crawling sensation up her snout, before she pulled back. This time with a smirk. Perrodite's breath quivered when the same cold coursed down her arms.

The wolf was possessing her! Perrodite whimpered, struggling to move anything. Her shoulders swayed here and there, until the blanket coated over them and right over her head. Perrodite's eyes widened. What was about to happen? She couldn't move. She couldn't speak. She could only think. At first, nothing seemed to be happening. Then with a tug, her body started to move. She could feel the corner of her lips pulling, making a smile. Then flashed a grin, her arm and head moving on its own to look at the former. Her arm turned, as if Perrodite was discovering it. She tried to speak, but the wolf even controlled her breathing. Perrodite tried harder. Instead, she chuckled.

"It's been so long..." she said. No wait. That wasn't what she wanted to say. "My... what a wonderful body. A little... blemished by one of Master's curse, but it will do."

What? Perrodite thought. She hoped the ghost could at least hear her through thought. What do you want from me? Let me go!

"Mmm..." Perrodite's tongue stuck out. Her fingers dug under her drenched pantyhose and slipped into her flower. Those same powerful jolts of bliss burst into her mind. Her vent responded appropriately, rhythmically clenching and squirting out of the hose. But Perrodite couldn't scream. It was like her entire body was bound, every single movement suppressed. And she was feeling this ghost forcibly pleasuring her. How could this ghost resist all of this? Or was she not feeling any of it? "Kahsi, it's time." She suddenly spread her lips, and the reptilian ghost readied his phallus. Within a blink, he thrusted into her, phasing past the pantyhose and stretching Perrodite in its girth.

Her vision went blank. The threads were still connecting to her, the bliss multiplied thousand times over with the venom. Instead of the screaming, she moaned and panted like a dog. How could she feel the member inside her this time? It slipped deeper, reawakening the inner depths of her walls tainted with the damn venom, and her went blank. Many nerves within her mind fired all at once. Wanting her to do something. But all of them were suppressed. The wolf girl just thrusted down in sync with the male, her free hand digging under her bra while her other played with her glans. Even with her unable to control her body, her mind wasn't spared from the ecstasy. She felt so trapped. Unable to do anything but resist. All she could do was resist. But resist until what? Her mind felt the familiar cracks it suffered from the pumpkin patch. It tore deeper. And deeper. The pit encroaching with tendrils threatening to drag her back into the abyss.

Let me go! She thought again. No response, but her head pulled back with a soft but prolonged moan. Cool liquid pumped right into Perrodite's sex, expanding her belly. Spurt after spurt, her body punished her with every load, driving her insane. The reptilian never paused. He continued to hilt into her, even long after he finished emptying inside her. Let me go, she thought again. This time more weaker, more resigned. Let me go... please... let me...

A chill touched her mind. The crack sunk deep enough that she could feel it. The wolf girl's presence, invading the last place of her body. Perrodite didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to push it away, despite feeling it spread. Then, she suddenly felt a sense of calm. A sense of deep longing. Then she turned to Kahsi. Her heart sunk immediately. Seeing what he is. Knowing what he was. A blacksmith who wooed her some centuries ago in a distant land. They danced together. Fell in love. Yet because of their different races, their marriage was never to be approved. And then, he was executed.

Perr... no, wait. P...ne... Vaine. Yes, her name was Vaine. Once a wolf. Now a reptilian. Now she could be with him forever. Vaine wrapped her legs around Kahsi's torso. Even as a ghost, she could feel him. And oh with this warm body, she could also feel his touch. As well as the feelings of bliss she had not experienced for years. All she needed to do was find him another body. A male's body, preferably a lizard. Kahsi leaned down atop of her, and Vaine welcomed his passionate kiss. They both wrapped their arms over one another, and interlocked their tails. He climaxed inside her again, the feeling of fullness satiating long lost dreams of her past. It saddened her that unless he had a body of his own, she would not be able to bear children. But until then, she would let them indulge in endless mateship. Vaine arched again, but Kahsi held her down with his kiss as he flooded her again. She closed her eyes, resigning herself to him as he mated her again...

And again...

And again...

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A scream sounded from afar, breaking off their peace with one another. Vaine turned towards it. More victims at last. Though she would have to compete with the other ghosts, and after acquiring a body of her own, she lost her speed to race for them. But that scream belonged to that of a female. No, it would not be ideal for Kahsi. She turned back to him and drew him down to resume their eternal kiss...

Only for another scream to disturb her. Something about it felt... familiar. She knew this voice from somewhere. Perhaps a long lost friend? Kahsi seemingly sensed it as well, and he pried himself off her. Vaine slowly got up, almost fumbling. Her arm levitated, catching her fall, and she turned to Kahsi who caught her. She snickered. "I will never understand how you walk with these feet." The screams only continued, and it sound like one person was being chased by something. Vaine sighed annoyingly. How hard was it for that dragon to take one simple victim? She felt a yearn to go help her. Help her? Didn't she mean help the dragon? Vaine blinked. Then she smirked. "Seems my prisoner still has some resistance."

She took her first proper step. At that instant, many more ghosts floated out of their tombstones, finally stirring themselves awake from the cries of a potential victim. They floated past Vaine and over the mound. Even if they were all competition to her, the only moment where she would stand beside them was if there were no bodies that satisfied her needs awaited her. In this case, Kahsi, who stayed beside her, needed a male's. Or perhaps a herm's. Vaine's foot stepped on a puddle, and she looked down to her new body. A green reptilian with a cream-coloured underbelly. And with eyes glowing with magenta flame - Vaine's eyes.

She smirked, and made way for the mound. Both her hands glowing in the same flame. "Come Kahsi. Let's go... help her."