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The entirety of the world ran through Mion Quarlani, the soul of the world. The weave was not only studied, but perfected, with technology interwoven with magic so seamlessly that it was impossible to tell the two apart. Medical golems with human faces took care of every household, transportation was covered in an instant and without charge, and all of the Cor'Quessir were free to pursue the finer things in life. Art, philosophy, science, thaumaturgy... There was nothing beyond the reach of these beautiful elven people, nor any boundaries to hold them back.

Even beyond the stars, great ships navigated the weave and crossed the planes, linking planets across time, space, and the fabrics of reality. It was not unheard of for clerics to go on a pilgrimage to meet their gods and have conversations with them, while the dangers from the seams between realities were entirely kept at bay. In short, it should have been a utopia: a gleaming gem of civilization living up to its name.

However, a world without boundaries wasn't without its faults. None were sick or hungry, nobody would want for anything, but that didn't mean the elves didn't have their vices. Status was still important, whether as a scientist, a researcher, a weaveshaper, or a politician, and looks could mean everything. One would think a race that could reshape itself from head to toe at the clap of a hand wouldn't be so worried about appearances, but one would think a lot of things common sense that go beyond the thoughts of mortal beings.

To that extent Faer Guenhyvar continued his works in his laboratory, attempting to achieve what he deemed to be perfection. His studies in the weave had seen ripples in the flow of magic, hints at something powerful, but for now, quite well contained. However, despite his affluence, despite his intelligence, despite all his efforts, he was a very lonely man. Status, it seemed, wasn't enough for the handsome pale elf, his pointed, sharp features enchanting to see. His green eyes fell on his latest blueprint, glaring at the very concept as it hovered before him. Moving it this way and that, he studied it from every angle, checking his notes through the glowing hologram. Would this be a step too far? Or what he needed to finally reach his creation's perfect form?

He sat back in his chair, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes, letting his blonde hair fall free behind him. There were still limits on things, even in this world. Boundaries put in place for fear of repercussions, but... What was the goal of the Cor'Quessir if not to break those boundaries? How long had backwards thinking held back the glories the empire now experienced? He rubbed his forehead, the centuries of knowledge and experience crammed inside it impossible to guess on his youthful features. Even if he succeeded... would the world be ready?

Faer started at the soft touch on his shoulders, two sturdy, yet supple hands placing there gently, then massaging into it ever so carefully. It was normally relaxing, but with his thoughts wandering, he looked into the piercing blue eyes of his personal golem with a momentary look of fear. "I am sorry, master. You seemed tense. Would you like me to come back later for more extensive relaxation?" She was soft and round to his sharp and angular face, her pale skin a shade lighter than his, her eyes round and lively. She'd almost pass for an elf were it not for her rounded ears and the hair on her head: solid blue glass that moved in chunks. It gathered light and maintained the flow of aether through the weave and through her systems, ensuring she'd be ready for anything at a moment's notice... It was one of the things he'd modified first.

He looked at her, then at his blueprint, seeing the almost balloon-like structure floating with all of the equations, before he simply waved a hand over it, shutting off the hologram with his magic. "Oh, it is nothing. Just thinking too hard, as I often do." His green eyes matched her blue ones as he felt her hands massaging into his shoulders, the gentle motions fitting precisely to his muscles. Sure, it was her programming, but it had been different for a few years. Ever since his first modifications... He smiled, then turned his chair to face her. "You know, I think it's time we dropped the facade, okay? Stop playing doctor, it's time to wake up."

The words echoed in the room strangely, but her eyes softened, a smile forming on the feminine golem's soft lips. Even her clothes seemed to move, though that wasn't an effort of the fabric. Beneath them the modal clay that formed her body was reshaping itself, allowing the inner her to wake up. She unbuttoned the top collar of her shirt, allowing room as her chest swelled delicately, stopping as it filled her blouse nicely, while hips widened into a more pronounced curve, despite the usually quite androgenous bodies the golems usually presented. She bit her lip, a little flick of radiant light erupting from her mouth before her lips, full and gently blue from the crystals that powered her, settled back into an assured smile. She brought her hands up her body slowly, fingers teasing the flesh into place, it seemed, causing her to shudder as sensation returned to her skin beyond the data, feeling like electricity flowing through every synapse in her body.

Finally she brushed her hands up her neck, raising them up through her hair, which parted from its solid sheets into thin waving strands. Like proper fibers, they flowed up with her fingers, then came glittering back down, gleaming in the light and sounding like wind chimes as they clinked together. She smiled, her prim and proper pose softening into a more casual one as she waved a hand nonchalantly, summoning another chair for her to sit in. She did so, crossing her legs and looking Faer in the face with a smile. "Why hello, dear. How have things been? Has your little experiment been going well?"

Faer's face filled with happiness at his doll's new demeanor, nodding as he visibly relaxed. "Yes, it has! I've progressed in leaps and bounds, though I'm afraid it's not quite ready yet. Try as I might, I can't seem to get the magics agreeing with me, and I refuse to allow any harm to come to you with something unstable." His chair moved over next to hers, and he rested his head on her shoulder, while her arm instinctively went around him, hugging him tight. Her skin felt even warmer now, her body soft and yielding. "Worse, though, despite all my deliberations, I haven't been able to convince anyone to fund the project. They refuse to see the good that could be done for society: for those who are unable to take care of the job themselves... Or those who want to see what the future may hold." He gently caressed his cheek against her neck, then softly planted a kiss on the bottom of her chin.

She giggled, then sighed, kissing him on the top of the head. "Oh, you work yourself too hard. You have a long time to focus on these things. Though..." Her happiness, and the warmth that flushed through her, faded for just a moment. "... It sounds like you've been alone for a while. Was I gone so long?" He could see her eyes shimmering, a tear of liquid radiance pooling at the corner of her eyes. The way the magic swirled within the rainbow liquid always had him fascinated, but tears were the last thing he wanted.

He reached a hand up, wiping it away with the tingles that ran down his hand as the magic discharged. "No, love. Not a moment longer than required. Unfortunately, despite it all, the laws remain. I work on it, but it may be centuries before I have the political clout, and who knows what else may happen then." He then snorted, falling into a rant he'd run with her a hundred times. "Who is the Council to decide who one should love? You're far more real, more genuine, than any of those masks they wear while out at social events... And those talks of changelings and creatures created from the clay in unholy unions... The folly of years of backwards teachings!" He stood up, kicking his chair away, which floated and slowly melded into the floor until it was needed. "I will work on, regardless, my love. And we shall have our dream. And one day, you will never need to sleep again."

She stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling herself to his side, leaning her heavy head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes, hearing the thrumming magic inside her as crystals linked in place for her thoughts... It was always silent within her, apart from the gentle clinks of crystal networks lining up. She moved her head, listening to his body, wondering how he went on every day with all that was going on in there. Blood pumping through veins, organs churning away, muscles sliding against each other, air moving in and out... she could map his entire body by sound alone, running it across the medical knowledge hidden within her... but even her best attempts to replicate it had only resulted in a cold facsimile.

She focused on her favorite sound of all, the beating of his heart. She knew thoughts all came from the brain, and emotions too, and that the heart was little more than a very powerful muscle churning blood through the body like oil through a machine, but... she didn't care. Hearing it beating, her crystals thrummed in time, her whole body seeming to sync up with that wonderful sound, like a clock keeping time in the deepest recesses of her consciousness. It was, by far, her favorite sound in the world... and she feared the day that sound left her.

She felt him shift, the world catching back up to those moments she had used to reset her thoughts as she smiled at him, kissing him on the cheek. "As you say, my love. We have the whole future ahead of us. And I will wait for you, no matter how many new wrinkles might appear when I awaken, or what new discoveries are made in the weave without me. For every part of me is only for you."

He turned towards her, the shorter, curvier golem looking like a couple might, and by appearances, he should be able to lift her easily. But like the rest of society, appearances were deceiving. She hardly moved as he pulled her tight, his body moving to hers in the embrace, before his lips met hers, their pink hues meshing with her blues. Without the instinct involved, it had taken a little time for her to learn how to kiss properly, but by now she was an old pro, enjoying every second of it. The warmth of her love's tongue, the way his muscles slid across the smooth crystal of her own tongue, the way his breath caught in her mouth and his moans resonated through her clay form. His hands grabbed at her neck, making her shudder at the need, as she pressed forward, her weight moving him easily as she returned his passion.

Hands roamed over bodies, then under clothes, his fingers dancing across her unnaturally smooth skin, teasing at every inch of the supple flesh it had mimicked itself to be. She gasped, though no air came with the vibrations, and she leaned into his touch, her own hands working at the buttons on his coat, removing them one after another. For a moment he growled, a hint of the animalistic lust within even the most logical forms, and she knew her cue. Despite her slim frame, she picked him up with ease, letting him wrap his body around her needily as he continued to shower her in affectionate kisses, and she returned the same. Heavy feet moved carefully through the pristine house, feet that just minutes before had been mindlessly moving through to clean it up and keep things tidy. It was aberrant programming, even she knew it, placed into her code by him, and yet... it was the thing she treasured most, learning every tick about him and truly becoming his.

She set him on the bed, then stepped back slowly, her hands moving sensually down her sides. Her body tingled, and not just from the magic running over it, ensuring it was clean. It was anticipating his reaction, watching his pants as they bulged and pulsed, his eyes locked on her form. With a wink she pulled at the bottom of her clothes, slowly raising them, revealing every last inch of her porcelain smooth, flawless skin: right down to the lack of a belly button or nipples, marks of her artificial birth.

And yet, even with her self conscious about that fact, she didn't make them for him... for he loved her as she was. His eyes went over her body, his pulse quickening, his heat rising, while his fingers, normally so careful and dextrous, fumbled with the buttons on his coat and taking off his pants. It made her servos sing to see him so flustered by her appearance, especially as she sat on the edge of the bed, which bowed heavily under her weight.

He tossed off his clothes, his cock proudly throbbing free as he looked at the love of his life. Sure, there were a million models of her walking around... And he knew, for a fact, that he wasn't the only one who might use one to satiate his carnal desires. But unlike the others, he actually cared about her opinion on the matter, and her enjoyment of it. Between her legs were warm, supple lips, gleaming ever so softly with the magically charged oils that lubricated her body dewing with anticipation. Others had a warm hole, some clutching, maybe some moaning... A body to thrust against and get their rocks off...

He had a lover. He scooted closer to her on the bed, looking into her eyes, his sharp, handsome features contrasting her softer ones. Like he always seemed to, he memorized every inch of her eyes, took in her whole beauty... then brushed the few strands of crystal hair from her face and kissed her deeply. She didn't need any urges, slowly laying back and pulling him on top of her, her skin warming to his touch and trembling under him, her passage quivering with anticipation.

He broke the kiss, looking into her eyes as she lay on the bed, indenting it fully to her shape with her weight. And yet, it was so incredibly beautiful, and he smiled. "I know I am close, love... The next time you awaken, I know for sure that this will be more than just an exercise... I know our love will bear fruit, just as we've dreamed." He leaned forward, licking up her neck, before he whispered in her ear. "And there's nothing sweeter than my Blueberry." He then bit her almost animalistically, his teeth indenting into her neck as he thrust forward, his cock slowly spreading her lips and grinding along her clit.

She shuddered, her arms locking around his back, her fingers digging into the elf's skin. All of these sensations were foreign to her programming, but not to her core, nor her love. His touches made her sparkle with magic, her hair gleaming on its own as her walls clenched tight, warm slickness clinging to his cock. She moaned, feeling his pulse inside her, pressing against her walls, depositing its heat directly into her with the first eager drop of pre. "Mmmm~ Pent up, were we, love? Please, Faer, let me ease your stress. Let me take it all from you, each thrust, each drop, until the magic sticks and it finally takes root."

"Of course, my darling." He grinned as he pulled back, then thrust in, moaning softly. True, there was something odd about her pussy compared to a normal elf's. Perhaps it was the lack of pulse, or the way the heat was generated. Perhaps it was the unnaturally perfect way it molded to his every thrust and pulled and teased at his cock. Perhaps it was simply the fact he actually, deeply loved this doll underneath him, but nothing in the world compared to the sweetness of his dearest. "My sweet little Blueberry is going to be filled up with seeds, and when I just figure out how, she'll give treasures to the world unlike any it has seen."

It was a pipedream, something he wasn't even sure was possible, but he wasn't going to let the possibility pass him by. Even as he thrust into her, feeling her legs gripping around his back, their heavy weight helping to push him even deeper inside, he could practically see how the magic should flow. As her oil tingled across his cock and made his virile balls churn with life, he could practically sense her body wanting it all, but hesitating for it didn't know how. There were two rules in Cor'Quessir society: don't socialize with humans or abominations from beyond, and don't give life to that without it... And he was damned and determined not just to break that second rule, but to implant new life inside her in the process.

He growled, placing a hand to her stomach and tracing his fingers over where her womb would be. It was flat, yielding, but just as she lacked the belly button, where life was given, she lacked the organ where life was made. But that could be fixed. His eyes glowed softly, magic at his fingertips searching through her body, tracing its paths in all directions. If he could just study it in this moment, keep his focus through the pleasure...

The tingling rush through her body as his magic seeped into her deepest recesses made the golem shudder and moan, her crystals resonating with her love's most intimate essences. Sure, cum was a wonderful substance, one she enjoyed getting from her master very much, but... as a construct, magic was what made her run. This was like him sharing blood or air with her, and the intimacy of their magics mingling made her mind race. It wasn't the first time, nor, she hoped, would it be the last, but she reached back with her own magic, searching through his body to make sure he was well and truly happy. She could feel his balls churning with seed, preparing to fill her... she was ready for the pool of warmth, and yet, the simple act of checking his vitals, of knowing his health, of making sure he was well... it warmed her magitech heart in ways she doubted the elf would ever understand.

The flow of magic between them caught him by surprise, and soon the thaumaturgist was moaning, his magic sparking wildly as his thrusts sped up. He tried to keep a mental map, but soon enough he had to break it, only the five points of his fingers on her stomach seeming to glow with his fading energy. He slowed down, pressing himself against her and kissing along her neck, tasting the... well, lack of sweat or taint, the pure cleanliness of his porcelain beauty. "How about it, love? Something slow and steady? Or fast to fill you to the brim?"

She leaned into his touches, feeling the magic, while her hand rested where his had, her fingers landing on the same five points to savor the connection lingering there. "Oh, I never want this to end. But do as you wish, love. You need the release. I'm happy just with your touch." And it was true. She could derive pleasure, even ecstasy, from his touches and motions, but orgasm? Apparently that was a biological matter. Her mind would fry from sheer pleasure before she'd have the equivalent of cumming, so it was better to focus on his needs as her walls clamped down, making her body glow softly, the pleasure radiating as pure magical energy.

He slid free, then lifted her slightly, still amazed at how she handled herself at his touches, knowing his strength wasn't enough to move her like a lover, but giving him the illusion he was. It was amazing how she focused on him, and he loved her all the more for it as he lifted her leg, his cock sliding into her pussy from behind. She moaned, bending her leg back to keep him in position, while his hands once more teased up her body, little sparks of his magic tingling across her skin. Magical oils soaked the sheets and clung to both their crotches, her body leaking pleasure at an amazing rate, her moans of need getting higher pitched and more manic. He ran his fingers up to her chest, massaging the soft faux flesh and holding himself close to smell the ozone between her crystal hair and let her feel his heartbeat.

She cried out, her whole body shaking as she ran high on pleasure, wracked with this torment of pure lust with no release. It was a wonderful hell, one she was happy to be lost in, though she could sense it getting closer as his breath sped up, his thrusts getting more erratic. One day, she wondered, would she flutter like him? Would her toes curl and her body be ready to accept whatever he had to offer? The thought made her even wetter, her pussy milking tight, wanting to feel his orgasm and make it simply the best she could.

And she did not disappoint. He held himself tight to her, moaning loudly as he came, ropes of cum flooding into her body and filling it with his natural heat. She felt the pulsing, both of the cum rushing into her and the heartbeat between her legs and against her back. She could smell his sweat, feel his nuzzles and warmth, and she held him close, listening once agains to his heartbeat, savoring the connection. She wanted, more than anything, to return this feeling... to be this for him... She trusted his ability to make it happen.

They stayed united, her body not letting a drop of his cum escape as it made a chamber for it, keeping it inside. It wasn't going to take root there, but she wished it would, searching her subroutines for some way to make it happen. It was in this search that she heard the ring at the door, the presence of a noble being detected. She turned, ready to get up, when she felt his hand at her stomach again. "Faer?"

"I'm sorry, my love... Rest well, until we meet again." She looked sad, the hint of a magic tear forming at the corner of her eye... then her body went back to its androgenous form, her hair solidifying, her curves flattening. Her hand held his, then seemed to go rigid, falling back to routine, as he clothed himself, letting out a deep sigh. Combing his hair and wiping his crotch, he put on clothes to be presentable, opening the door for his uninvited guest, even as his mind wandered back to the calculations he'd been working on.

Meanwhile, his doll's mind had returned to its base form, examining the tingling points of magic in its stomach. Something told it not to clean them off, nor to remove the warm deposit in its stomach... It ran the diagnostics and, seeing his health nominal and no hampering of function, followed these mysterious feelings as it re-robed, ready to serve once more...

Blue startled where she zoned out at the campfire, wondering how long she'd been lost in... whatever fragments of memory she'd been moving through. A dream? Unlikely. Medical golems didn't bother to sleep. She was about to move when she stopped, listening to the sounds beyond the crackling fire: gentle breathing, the soft creaking of a mimic pretending to be a chest, as well as the sleepy chirps of the kobold resting inside it. The sounds of fur moving under the practical fortress of warm blankets she found herself under. And, within the boundary walls of this temple, the sounds of nature could be heard. Leaves rustling, creatures prowling the dark...

She looked up, past the wisps of smoke, to see the stars above... Different from her memories, but no less... Beautiful wasn't the right word, but mostly because it was a hard concept for her. Some programming had been mis-wired somewhere... Surely that was the cause. Ever since she'd woken up alone in those ruins... Ever since she'd wandered with these strange fellows.

She left Sniv and Snuggles to their rest, leaning back against the large horse body of her centaur friend, Tyrus. Well... ever since that moment with Liadon, he'd been more than a friend. She felt her face rushing hot, but didn't move, letting her ear rest against his body. And there, pulsing in him and bringing her such peace, his heartbeat. She could diagnose a lot from this amalgamation of person and animal, practically able to see the strange way the two bodies merged and the flow of blood and life magic through it... but she put that away for now, her mind keying in purely on the heartbeat, so nostalgic for a time lost to her memory. As she did, she placed her hand on her belly, in the small bulge Tyrus had planted there, beyond all odds. Her fingers landed at five points, drilled into her programming, though she didn't know why, as though she could feel the tingling there of an ancient, long-lost magic. Life was growing inside her, a teeny tiny heartbeat matching its fathers, pulsing within her body...

Her eyes closed, and a tear came unbidden, the liquid magic rolling down her cheek. "We did it, darling. Faer, we did it..." For a moment, cracks appeared in her hair, like strands from the solid blue chunks, as if it was waking up... and then it smoothed back out, solid once more, as she synced her internal clock to this new heartbeat inside her and continued her rest.