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A New Cloak of Feathers.

By: MisstressChange

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It was Friday night, and how was Damien spending it? Out on the town with friends, chatting up girls? Taking a special lady out for dinner and a movie? Relaxing with a good book or spending time at the gym getting some exercise?

Nope. He was grinding through ranked matches on League of Legends.

He was ten games in now and not making much headway. Not that he was terrible at the game, of course. It was his teammates, always his teammates...

Using his character of choice, Xayah, a petite little lady with avian features and a feathery cloak, he'd dart about the map, tossing her sharpened feathers at the enemy until they dropped dead or disengaged. He was good at it, really good. If only he could get a decent team. His patience waned, and like every other night he played ranked, his outrage spilled onto the screen through the chat messager, and he started taking his anger out on the other players.

As the game went on, Damien's toxic demeanor left him with but one teammate who hadn't muted him. They egged him on, clearly enjoying how Damien only got angrier as they communicated, Damien's impotent rage only blinding him to the other player's obvious trolling.

Unfortunately for him, the player he was busy badmouthing could do so much more than banter back, and he'd pay a price that went beyond being reported, and the "banning" he would receive would be from not just the game but the very reality he lived in.

Sphinxly69 (Rakan): You know, if you spent this much effort on playing rather than bitching, we might be winning.

Xayahsimp420 (Xayah): it still wouldn't matter. I'm far ahead of any of you in kills. I've been in this chat the whole game, and I'm still carrying this team. You're scrubs. Get gud or don't play ranked.

Sphinxly69 (Rakan): It's just a game, bro, you can always just quit ;3

Xayahsimp420 (Xayah): and you can stop wasting my fucking time and "quit" breathing

Xayahsimp420 (Xayah):...in Minecraft, of course.

There was no response for a while, and Damien thought the other player had finally muted him. He'd have to experience their defeat alone, no longer able to voice his frustrations. The enemy team was closing in on their nexus, so at least it wouldn't be much longer.

That's when he got a response in the chat.

Sphinxly69 (Rakan): If you think you can play Xayah so well, why don't you get a little more into character?

Damien read the message, but there was no time to question what his teammate meant by it. The second his eyes concluded the sentence, a bright blue flash consumed his vision. It enveloped everything, and he hadn't even a second to respond. As Damien's world went black, falling unconscious, a new world awaited him, pulling him in with eerily familiar arms.

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Damien's eyes snapped open, and the second they did, he knew he was not where he should be. He was lying on his back, and the ceiling above him was far different than his room's. The white, textured material had been replaced with planks of dark wood nailed together in a slipshod manner. Multi-colored leaves poked in through the many gaps between the planks, and one from the left side of Damien's vision came loose, falling gently. His eyes followed it downward as gravity took it.

As Damien's gaze followed the leaf, more of the room entered his view. The walls, much like the ceiling, were made of the same gapped wooden planks, all with leaves sticking through where the gaps were wider. Damien sat up and watched the leaf complete its freefall, landing on one of many colorful rugs that served as carpet. He gazed around the floor, taking note of the meticulousness of the carpentry that the walls sorely lacked.

Was he...in a treehouse?

If it was, it was his first time in a furnished treehouse. As he gazed around the room, lit by the morning sun shining through a dusty window beside him, he saw two worn wooden drawers and a tall wardrobe, the wardrobe even more worn than both the drawers. A tall mirror was hanging on the wall next to the wardrobe, but at the angle Damien was from, he couldn't see himself, only the tiny vanity table up against the adjacent wall, which sheltered a wooden chair just beneath it. Damien looked up at the vanity mirror on the wall above the table. Its border was decorated with a mix of blue and burgundy, large feathers.

Now that Damien had seen them, he noticed the same type of feathers adorning most of the furnishings and walls. They looked familiar, but Damien couldn't quite grasp where he'd seen them before. He cocked an eyebrow and gave the room one more look before noticing two cloaks hanging near the door at the foot of the bed he'd awoken in, both made of the same feathers scattered about the room. If he'd not been bewildered by his strange surroundings, he might have recognized who they belonged to.

"Where the fuck...am...I?"

Damien's sentence fell off as they came out of his mouth. His eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth hung agape. Those words, the ones that just come out of his mouth. They weren't his. The voice speaking them...wasn't his. It was softer...feminine. "uhhh-" He murmured, but quickly cupped a hand over his mouth as the foreign voice sounded from his throat again.

Damien cleared his throat, assuming it was just a 'frog in his throat.' But the grumbling of his vocal cords emitted the same feminine tone.

"What the fuck?" He said, allowing himself to speak again, the same female voice coming out. His first instinct was to look down, down at the quilted blanket covering his body, down at the long tunic covering his torso, and the ample...cleavage emerging from the tunic's V-shaped collar. Damien panicked, scrambling backward as if he could simply escape his new 'features.' The back of his head smacked against the headboard, and he yelped.

"Ow!" He reached up with a dainty hand to rub where he'd struck himself. Thick locks of long hair greeted his palm, and he ran his fingers through them before bringing the long lengths of hair before his face.

It was a deep red, nearly burgundy where the room's light barely touched it, but almost orange where the light touched it the most. Damien gave the strands in his hand a gentle tug, confirming it was attached to his head, then let it be, focussing back on the body that gave him his initial jump.

Part of his legs were uncovered now, them having pushed most of the quilt off. He glanced over the smooth white skin emerging from the lower hem of the tunic. Then his eyes journeyed up his body. His womanly hips, slim waist, and...breasts... All wrapped in a form-fitting burgundy tunic that could almost double for a cocktail dress if it weren't so shabby.

"What?" Damien asked himself. "How?" he asked again, straining his mind for any possible reason he'd wake up in a girl's body. Wait, if he was a girl...then....

Damien pulled the hem of his tunic back and strained his neck to better see between his legs. Yep, he was definitely a girl. The flat, empty space covered by a pair of black satin panties was enough evidence. "Wow... What the fuck..." He commented, baffled by the impossibility of his situation.

He brought his new hand to his face and struck himself with a sharp *slap!* thinking he'd suddenly bolt upright in his own bed back home, awoken from this strange dream. But to his disappointment, he remained where he was. He looked around the room again. Perhaps he should get up and take stock of his situation. A quick look in the mirror across the room to see who or what he'd become, then he'd figure out what was going on.

Damien pulled the rest of the quilt off himself and nearly had a heart attack when he laid eyes upon his legs. They were....not human, to say the least. Well, they appeared human from his hips to his knees, but below them, they had a digitigrade shape, like his heels had been pulled up along with their joints, making the majority of his feet part of his leg. Not only that, but the coloration of his skin just below his knees gradually faded from its pale white to a leather brown past his shins. His feet ended in three toes, each with a dangerous-looking claw extending from them. They were avian in nature, and Damien began to piece things together.

"Bird-like feet, red hair, familiar voice, feathers everywhere..." He thought out loud. Damien dangled his long, avian feet over the side of the bed. He gingerly touched his feet to the floor and carefully pushed himself off the mattress. He figured he'd have as easy a time standing on these new feet as stepping into a pair of heels for the first time, but to his pleasant surprise, he stood up perfectly straight. It just felt natural.

Damien took a few experimental steps in place, then, when he was confident he wouldn't fall over, he stepped over to the mirror, heart racing as he approached it. With one final step, he stopped dead center before it and gazed upon the body he inhabited.

It took only a second for Damien's brain to register who he was looking at...and who was looking back at him. Her eyes were the first things he noticed, wide open in disbelief, bright and amber. Her lips were the next thing that drew him in, luscious with a burgundy hue. Her eyebrows were the same color as her hair, and her right nostril was pierced with a silver ring. Beneath each eye was a triangular stripe of burgundy discoloration on her skin, beginning from the sides of her face and tapering off to their downward points just before her nose. He wiggled his nose, watching the markings contort with the muscles of her face.

The most outstanding thing about her, however, was her ears. They stood a foot and a half over her head, slim and straight. They were covered in fine down feathers that almost appeared as fur and matched the color of her hair, except at the tips where the feathers turned white in thick, barely broken stripes.

Damien knew who she was. It was as clear as crystal now.

"I'm...Xayah..." He remarked. "But...how?" His hand reached up past his head to touch the stalky ears rising from his red hair. They twitched at even the faintest contact, and he flinched, pulling his hand away. He studied them in the mirror, and with some concentration, he found he could get them to rotate, pivoting to pick up on various sounds around him...her....whatever...

She sniffed in amusement, smiling a touch. Her plump lips parted as she concentrated, focusing her mind on the muscle groups controlling the movement of her ears. With a little more effort and attention, they began to flutter, not unlike a hummingbird's wings.

"Yoooo, that's awesome." She remarked. Her eyes turned down to her body again, tracing over her figure's curves and contours in her tight thigh-high tunic. This wasn't what Xayah usually wore, but he figured even fictional characters needed something comfortable to sleep in. The thought brought him back to his original concerns.

How was this happening? How was it possible? How could someone...wake up in the body of a fictional character in a fictional world? Was she actually in Runeterra? In Ionia?

That's when he remembered the message from his match. The last thing he remembered before waking up like this.

"If you think you can play Xayah so well, why don't you get a little more into character?"

Did...that person do this? How was it possible? None of this made sense. The in-game world didn't really exist, did it? Was she really Xayah? And if she was, could she...do the same things her Xayah could do in-game?

She plucked a feather from the mirror and gripped it between her finger and thumb. She stroked it between the fingers of her other hand, and like magic, the feather glowed bright with a pink and purple glow. "whoa." She murmured. Then, picking a spot on the wall near the window, she threw it, instinctively whipping her wrist in a tight but fluid motion.

The sharpened feather flew across the room faster than one could blink. It impaled the wall right where she intended it to be, embedding it in the wood. "Whoa!" She exclaimed. "Well then...that's pretty sweet." She held her hand out toward the embedded feather, focusing on it. To her surprise, her palm glowed with the same purple light that shimmered across the feather's surface. The feather vibrated the more she concentrated, nearly shaking free of the wall. She clutched her fingers into a claw, and the feather broke free, returning to her as fast as she'd thrown it. She caught it, knowing exactly when to grasp it between her thumb and finger.

"That's so sick..." Xayah said, bemused. She studied the glowing feather, turning it around in her hand for a few seconds before tossing it at the floor. It sliced effortlessly through the rug she stood on and stuck into the wood beneath at an angle.

She went back to the mirror, admiring her form. She turned and twisted her body to get a 'real-life' perspective of herself in the flesh, not just as pixels on a screen. She...liked what she saw. Her body kind of...turned her on. It was so lithe and feminine, yet deadly and striking. She noticed the blush blooming on her cheeks and, even more so, the tingling in her loins.

Extraordinary abilities weren't the only things she could explore in this body.

Xayah grabbed her tunic's lower hem and pulled it over her head. She dropped the tunic by her side, wiping the thick lock of hair out of her face before marveling at herself on the reflective surface. She was as gorgeous as she thought she'd be. Flawless pale skin, smooth and well moisturized. Muscles taught and toned as a swift fighter like her should be. Average-sized breasts, but perky, almost lifting themselves.

She brought her hands to her breasts, cupping them to judge their weight, their feeling. They felt good, to say the least, and she rolled her thumbs over the darker brown of her nipples. That felt even better. Much better.

She kneaded her breasts for a little while, lavishing herself with the feelings spreading across her body, even allowing a pinch or two and gasping when she did. If this was how it felt to touch her breasts, imagine what it felt like to touch her.... her pussy...

Her right hand snaked down from her breast, trailing over her stomach, then her naval, then finally, over her upper crotch. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she prepared for what she was about to do. Her eyes flashed up at her face, flush and ruddy. She was so turned on. Despite not technically being 'a woman,' she couldn't wait to feel what a woman felt.'

A Vastayan, that's what she was. But as her slender fingers slipped down, underneath the satin cloth of her panties, and through the moistening sex between her legs, she knew it felt as any human girl would.

Xayah gasped. The unexpected sensitivity to her own touch sparked new and powerful feelings throughout her pelvic region. Her knees quivered, and she had to lean forward, staggering as she lost balance.

"Oh my gods..." She breathed, withdrawing her hand to assist the other in bracing herself against the wall. Her head turned behind her to the bed, and she knew what to do next.

Xayah threw herself onto the bed, bouncing as she landed on her back. Her thumbs hooked under the sides of her panties, and she yanked the satin cloth off her hips, kicking them off with her taloned feet. With no clothes left to restrain her, Xayah dipped her fingers between her legs again. She cooed, unable to contain herself. The mere touch of her fingers, sliding through her glistening folds... It was divine...

Her legs rose from the side of the bed, raising her knees to the ceiling. Her taloned toes clutched at the mattress, and her legs parted, giving her slender hand the room needed to perform its exquisite work. A finger grazed the sensitive nub nestled within the hood near the top of her labia, and she expelled a vivacious moan into the sunlit air.

"Oh, fuck!" She exclaimed, allowing her finger to linger where the sudden surge of pleasure originated. Her clitoris.... Its hot spikes of sensation made her hips buck, and her ears flutter. Gods, there was so much she could do to excite her body, and she hadn't even gotten inside herself yet...

Her fingers slid down, sinking deep between the darker flesh of her pussy. The wet sounds of her labia churning around her index and middle fingers touched her ears. Simultaneously, the lavishing pulses of sensation stirred by her probing touches made her heart beat in those ears, almost blocking out the sick squelching of her sex in the caress of her fingers. Her fingertips found her hole, soaked through and drooling with her arousal. She hooked her fingers downward and slid one in, promptly followed by the other.

"O-OH!" She moaned, closing her burgundy lips to swallow before venturing her fingers further. "Oh, yeah... Oh, fuck yeah..." It felt amazing. The deeper her fingers got, the more she stretched, exciting each nerve ending as her digits explored her depths. She reached a point where her slender fingers could go no further, and so, she withdrew them, only to cram them back into her sopping hole.

"Gods, this...this is heavenly...." She groaned amidst her jubilant elations. Adding to the pleasure, she stretched her thumb toward her little bean and rubbed it just enough to send her senses a jolt with ecstasy. With her left hand bare, she returned to her breasts, kneading one teat, then the next.

Her lithe body became a symphony of sensation, each erogenous zone playing its part to bring her closer to the nirvana she sought out with each pinch of her nipple, each stroke of her clit, each plunging twitch of her fingers. Her back arched off the bedspread, and she ground the back of her head into the quilted sheets. She was getting close; she felt it approaching like a gathering storm. Her orgasm. That's all she cared about.

Yet, the closer she got, the further away it became. The more she focused on the mounting stimuli across her body, the harder it was to actualize her goal. Something was missing, something that, in her heart, she knew she couldn't do without. Fingers weren't enough. Even with the extra attention elsewhere, her own touch just wouldn't do.

"Ah! C'mon!" She screeched. "Just a little more! Please!"

She slipped another finger in, hoping the added girth could finish her off. That's when her ears twitched. A sound, coming from outside the room, beyond the closed door. She froze, her head snapping toward the sound of hefty footsteps and clacking claws on wood. Someone was coming.

Her instincts put her on full alert. In an instant, she withdrew her hand from her snatch and leaped off the bed, plucking two feathers hanging from her bedposts and sharpening them with her other. They shimmered with purple magic, and she tucked them firmly between the fingers of her balled fist. She pivoted mid-air and landed on the floor, her feet sliding on the rugs before she came to a stop, arm poised and ready to strike whoever came through that door.

The tarnished knob turned, and Xayah tensed, squinting in anticipation. The door opened, and someone emerged from around the corner. Xayah flinched, stopping a fraction of a second from throwing her glowing, knife-like feathers, thus impaling her target like she did the wall earlier.

She stood, staring at the person, her legs bent in an alert stance that allowed her to roll one way or the other if needed. She recognized the person standing in the doorway, hand still on the doorknob, staring back at her with a cocked eyebrow.

"Rakan?" She asked, her head cocking to one side inquisitively. The 'man' standing in the doorway let go of the handle and leaned against the frame, giving Xayah a sly look. He looked just like he did in the game, in the lore. He had a built upper body yet still retained an agile figure. His hair was shaggy platinum blonde and brushed back to match his ears, which were shorter than hers and grew from the side of his head, where human ears usually would have been.

A red streak in his hair took up most of the right side of his mane. His mane also grew around his ears, imitating short sideburns. Two markings much like hers creeped out from the hair, one pair for each side. He lacked his usual outfit, however. No cloak, which made sense, as it was hanging next to her's on the wall next to him. But he was also missing his bracers, not to mention his rope belt that usually had avian skulls hanging from them like macabre trophies. All he wore was a pair of dark blue silk trousers, not that Xayah was complaining. She actually felt the blush in her face flaring up again at the sight of him.

It was Rakan, made flesh and bone before her eyes by whatever force made this world a real place and the body she inhabited a living vessel. She knew how the two characters worked together in the game, and she knew the two were canonically...lovers.

"Uhh...Who else?" Rakan replied with a cocky smirk. "And it is you, Xayah, my love. And you're out of bed, and..." He took a long look over her body. "I see you're out of your clothes, as well. That will save us some time."

Xayah stood up straight and lowered her hand. Still gripping her feather blades, she fanned them over her privates, knitting her eyebrows together with a bashful look. "You're really here..." She remarked, even more bewildered than before. She should have expected this, really. But she still hadn't entirely accepted what was happening to her.

"Yes? I'm here?" Rakan replied. "I've been up for a while now. I heard a shriek or two, so I came to check on you." He pushed off the doorframe with his shoulder and stepped closer to her. "But here I find you disrobed and ready to turn me into a pincushion. But really, it should be me turning you into a pincushion." He chuckled at his little quip. The closer he got, the more pronounced their height difference became. Her eyes flittered over his body, and her head turned up to look into his eyes. Something stirred within her, squirming the closer he got.

"I uh...had a bad dream." She lied. Her ears sagged a little, and Rakan's perked. He extended a look of empathy to her.

"Hmm, a nightmare. Have our recent missions been getting to you?"

Xayah broke his gaze as she decided to continue her lie. "Yeeeah. Maybe a little."

Rakan's gaze dropped to the sharpened feathers obscuring her crotch. "Maybe there's...something else to your nightmare? Couldn't have been too terrible if it has you...covering up as such."

Xayah looked down at the feathers she'd fanned timidly over her shame. Somehow, he_could tell she'd been indulging in herself; _she knew it. Maybe it was the blush around her navel or on her cheeks. Perhaps he could smell her? She could definitely smell him, of sweet herbs and virile musk. It made her heart and her ears flutter in tandem. She frowned and looked back up at him disapprovingly.

"I'm sorry, that was ungentlemanly of me." He conceded, his face expressing his regret. His hand rose to her face, and he caressed her cheek. Xayah flinched at first, but the real surprise came when she unwittingly nuzzled her cheek against his hand, her free hand reaching up to his to stroke it.

Why did she do that? Was Damien actually comforted by the tender touch of this 'man,' or was this Xayah's natural reaction? In either case, his hand felt warm and smooth despite the activity she reckoned the two got up to.

"I guess I can't help myself. My heartfire looks so beautiful brandishing her weapons of choice." He paused to glance down at the glowing feathers clasped between her fingers. Xayah, however, was lost in his eyes, watching those blue pearls as they gazed down at her side, then back, returning her gaze. "You know, it's a new day...and I haven't received a kiss from those beautiful lips yet. Of course, if you're not still frightened by your...nightmare?"

"I-I'm not still frightened..." She replied breathily, subtly urging him to kiss her. Did 'she' really want him to kiss her, or was this just her borrowed body's instinctual allure to her mate? However, there was no time to ponder these feelings, for she was swiftly pulled into Rakan's embrace. His right hand took her by the small of her back, while the other wrapped around her upper body, his strong hand cusping her left shoulder, the shoulder whose arm still gripped her blades.

She gasped, looking up at him only to see him lean towards her face. He planted his lips on hers, and for a second or two, her eyes shot open in shock. But as the warmth of his lips spread into hers, as his yearning grip tightened on her flesh most possessively, her eyes fluttered shut, and her hold on her blades faltered, gravity taking them to the floor where they toppled flat onto the rug beneath their avian feet.

This was really happening... She was living inside the body of her favorite character, romantically embracing the lover of said character. It was unbelievable, yet she was really here, he was really here, and as she kissed him back, her lips tingling at the feeling of his own, she knew this was as real as it got.

Their lips parted, and their tongues began intermingling like wet, wriggling avatars for their souls, mingling and cradling one another as soulmates. Xayah placed a hand on Rakan's hips and the other against his brawny chest. Their half-avian legs touched one another, and her right leg stroked against his left.

The two's mouths separated, and their breath tickled each other's faces. Their eyes bore into the other's, their gaze suspended by an unbreakable connection between them. "No more nightmares, ok?" Rakan said. Xayah gave a little nod in reply, lost to the attraction she felt for him.

There was very little pause to their passion, only for Rakan to make his short but all-comforting quip. The two quickly returned to their coupling, their kissing taking on a new level of intensity. Rakan sucked her tongue, and she bit his lip. Their pointed nails dragged across each other's skin. Their hearts were aflutter, beating strong and in sync. No place in Ionia, no... in Runeterra, was better than right here in his arms. Before she knew what was happening, she tasted a spot of blood, and Rakan jerked away from her, yelping in protest.

"Ouch!" He removed his hands from her and brought his fingers to his lips, releasing it to see a smear of deep red. "Miella, you wound me." He said with hurt in his voice. Xayah's brows knitted with guilt. In their love-driven fervor, she must have bitten him a little too hard.

"I-I'm so sorry, it was an accident. I got carried away." She apologized. Rakan looked away, still stricken with pain. It hurt her to see him so, far beyond how she'd hurt him with her teeth. "Mieli, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." She reiterated, her tone filled with remorse. She watched as his face turned up, his self-satisfied expression giving away his ruse. That's when she realized he'd been messing with her. She wouldn't be surprised if this had happened often in their relationship.

"Very funny," Xayah replied, crossing her arms and glaring at him disapprovingly. She'd only been around him for a few minutes in this new body, and already he was playfully toying with her.

It was kind of...cute...

"It'll take more than that to hurt the likes of me." He pronounced, haughtily gesturing to himself. Xayah smirked and rested her hands on her hips. "You know that, my heartfire." He flashed her his own sly smirk before stepping to her and grabbing her hips. Her arms fell to her sides as he pivoted the two and gradually walked her backward to their bed.

"However, if you're going to attempt to feast on me, it's only fair I get to 'feast' on you in return."

Xayah could only fair a guess at what he meant by that. It sounded sexual in nature, so she had a pretty good idea. Her instincts told her she had nothing to be concerned with, so she went along with it. "Uh...ok?" She replied.

Rakan gave her an assertive shove, and she collapsed onto the bed, a pleasantly startled peep emitting from her lips. She bounced a little when she landed, her legs draping lazily over the edge, toes nearly touching the floor. She stared up at the smug vastayan towering over her. He wasn't towering for long...

He knelt down between her legs. She knew exactly what he meant now, and it excited her, setting a lustful fire ablaze in her loins. His hands cupped her legs before parting them in a forceful yet fluid motion. He drew his face closer to her womanhood, and an eyebrow drew up his face with curiosity. His eyes peered up at her.

"Are you...sure, it was a nightmare you were having? You appear to be quite...unsettled...down here." His head came up, and he gave her a look like he'd solved a complex riddle. "Romancing yourself without me, were you?" He let out a conceited sniff, and Xayah felt it on her labia. "Why don't you give those fingers a break? It's my turn to play."

Xayah just scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Just....do your thing, ok?" She replied. Embarrassed, she let her head fall back onto the bedspread and anticipated her lover's mouth on her nethers. She heard Rakan let out a confident chuckle.

"Have I ever done anything else?" She felt his breath flow across her navel. It got closer, closer to her...sex. Xayah bit her lower lip, her fingers fumbling with the bedsheets. Every subtle breath of her lover stoked the fires in her loins. He was so close to it...

"Xayah, you smell lovely this morning. Sweet and fresh like honeydew. I can't wait to take a taste." Then she felt it, Rakan's tongue slipping slowly through her folds. The sensation was unexpected, and Xayah had to stifle a moan by gripping the quilt she lay on. It was incredible, and she found her hips rolling with his tongue's upward stroke. He ended the motion with a quick upward flick of her clitoris.

"Oh!!!" She cried.

"Is my tongue really too much for you, my heartfire?" he asked from between her thighs. She felt every syllable he spoke on her pussy lips, and it nearly squeezed a moan from her tightened throat.

"N-No! no...please, keep going..." She insisted.

"As you wish..." he replied, slowly returning to his amorous task. Another stroke of his tongue promptly ventured forth, following the same motion, coaxing Xayah's hips to roll involuntarily. She cooed with delight. His tongue lapped up and down through her sex, treating it like the sweetest confection. He must have done this countless times before, for he knew just how to please her. Her fingers did a good job, sure, but Rakan's tongue... it was on a whole other level...

So many new sensations and experiences. Back on earth, Damien could only imagine how a lady truly felt. But in this world, in this body, she could feel it all, and as Xayah, with her perfect, tight little body. He hadn't a clue how he found himself under such incredible circumstances, but as Rakan lavished her with his mouth, that stupid, sexy mouth, she refused to give further thought to the matter. She'd enjoy this and see where these new heights of sexual gratification could take her.

Xayah arched her back as Rakan's tongue began to probe her entrance. Her hands cupped his ears, massaging them between her digits. His mouth encompassed her pussy, and his goatee prickled her in places only he was allowed access to.

"Oh, gods... Rakan... this is all... so..." She released a pent-up moan, then finished her pronouncement. "Perfect..."

Rakan slowed his motions, going for long draws of his tongue from her hole to her bean. Her steamy breath filled the air, each pass of his tongue coaxing another elation from her heaving chest. Had she not been hanging onto him for dear life, she might have added her hands to the equation, working her breasts. She might have cum too. But that would be for the next part of their amorous engagement when they would couple in the act of mating.

Rakan's tongue was suddenly absent from her sex, as was his breath, leaving Xayah agonized and wanting. She turned her head up, sensing a shifting of the sheets. He was already climbing over the edge of the bed towards her. "W-why'd you stop?" She asked, looking him in his hungry eyes.

"I think you know why." He replied, beaming his cocky smirk at her. Xayah's head followed his as he crawled over her until they were face to face. His mouth shimmered with a sheen of her arousal, and it matted his goatee. Without so much as a warning or cleaver quip, he leaned down and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

The taste of her juices saturated her mouth, its tangly flavor shocking her tastebuds. Her eyes widened, and the downy fur on her ears stood on end. It tasted like anything but 'honeydew,' but the more Rakan kissed her, the more the taste of his mouth prevailed over that of her pussy, and her eyes slowly closed. Her leg pulled up between his, running over his thigh, and as it grazed his crotch, she felt the rigid outline of his erection through his silken pants.

He parted from their kiss and looked her over with that overconfident smirk. "Told you you tasted sweet." He said. Xayah scrunched her face up in an incredulous simper.

"That was anything but 'sweet,' Rakan." She retorted. He chuckled softly.

"But you liked it all the same, didn't you?" He asked, knowing the answer. Xayah crossed her arms under her breasts and looked away, trying to hold back her smile. She breathed a conceded sigh.

"Yes, you dope...I liked it." She begrudgingly admitted.

"Knew you would. And I know you'll enjoy our main course." Xayah heard his hand tug at his pants and felt the fabric sliding past her thigh. "But you have to ask nicely." Xayah turned her eyes back to him, glaring at him.

"Really?" She asked, a glint of irritation in her voice.

"Ask me nicely, and I'll give you the grand finale."

Xayah grunted before replying. She couldn't deny her desire to be filled by him, but she wasn't exactly in the mood for more of his little games. "Please put it in me." She asked half-heartedly.

"That didn't sound very enthusiastic, heartfire. Ask me again."

Xayah squinted defiantly into his blue eyes, trying hard to fight against that cute, smug look he beat down her defenses with. She wanted him, yes, but the way he made her practically beg for it stoked her emotions in ways beyond frustration. She wished he'd just get down to dicking her already so she could finally extinguish the lustful inferno burning through her. Why did he have to make things so difficult? And why did it turn her on so badly?

She clamped her eyes shut, groaning as she prepared to give in to him. "Just...give it to me already. Please , you charming idiot! Fill me up and fuck me!" She blurted out. She opened her eyes to Rakan's self-satisfied visage.

"That's better. My little heartfire always gets what she asks for _when_she asks properly." His body shifted forward, and she felt the tip of his stiff member press into her folds. Her body clenched in anticipation, her fingers gripping the quilt she lay on. He pushed forward, and his cock slid effortlessly into her.

Xayah nearly choked as she moaned. Gods, it felt so unbelievably satisfying, and it was just the tip. "I know what my heartfire likes." Rakan sultrily cooed. "And gods, do I like to give it to her." He slid the rest of the way into her, filling her up so fully and completely that Xayah got tunnel vision.

"Oh my gods!" She cried, feeling his cock bottom out inside her. Her fingers just couldn't compare. It reached places they could not, stretched her as they could not. She knew in a heartbeat that if she were to remain in this body, in this life, she'd be begging Rakan to let her experience this as often as possible. Nothing was better than this, filled by the smug vastayan above her. He had her just where he wanted her. "Mmmm." She hummed. "Fuck me, Rakan. I need you so badly."

"That's what I like to hear." He replied, chuckling. He withdrew from her, leaving the head of his perfect cock inside her. His hands grasped her knees, and he pushed her legs toward her chest, folding them out of his way. "There we go, more room for me to make you squeal." He said, stroking his hands down the avian half of her legs. He flashed a suave grin that made Xayah's heart skip a beat.

With a thrust of his hips, he plunged back into her, pushing a cry of ecstasy from lips. Her head fell back onto the quilt. He pulled back and thrust into her again, creating a slow and steady rhythm. Moan after moan passed through Xayah's throat. She closed her eyes, better focusing on the feeling of Rakan's lovemaking rather than the sight of him biting his lower lip to the sensation of her needy pussy clenching around his member.

It was beautiful, the sounds they made, the smell of their musks intermingling in the air, spiced with the scent of Rakan's herbs. Her body was on fire. The warmth of his cock coalesced with that of her pussy, and that warmth spread gradually across her body, carrying her closer toward the nirvana that slipped her grasp earlier.

"Gods, you feel as good as always, Xayah." Rakan groaned. His speed increased steadily, and soon, he was pounding away, shaking her lithe body, making her quiver in rapturous delight.

"Rakan, you're so good to me!" Xayah cried out. Her arms rose from the quilt and wrapped around his back, gripping his taught muscles under her pointed nails.

"I know." He growled back with animalistic indulgence.

She was close to cumming. The same feelings drawn forth by her fingers manifested themselves across her pelvic region. Her pussy squeezed him tight. Her breath came in rapid gasps, and her legs shook in Rakan's grasp. He chuckled breathily.

"I can tell you're close, my heartfire." He growled. "Feel free to cry to the heavens as I get you there."

She knew she didn't need his approval. She'd do what she pleased. Yet, his unapologetic arrogance turned her on so well. She was so close...so close....

With a shrieking cry, Xayah crossed the threshold into a glorious orgasm. Her toes curled. Her fingers gripped his back like she might fall off the world. Her whole body shivered and shook, quaking under her soulmate.

Rakan never stopped. Why would he? He hadn't finished yet. He continued pounding into her, pushing her tight body from one orgasm to the next as she squealed and moaned with tattered vocal cords. She wondered how long he could keep this up until _he_finally came. How long could she last until it was too much?

Fortunately for her, it wouldn't be much longer.

"I'm nearly there, my heartfire. Hang on..." He grunted, eyes shut and sweat beading around his face...his perfect face. Xayah gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes, adrift in sexual paradise. Words slipped from her plump lips, wafting through the air between them like the feathers they used to slay foes.

"Cum inside me, Rakan. Fill me with your seed."

"Like I'd cum anywhere else." He quipped through gritted teeth. He growled, and Xayah felt his cock lurch inside her love tunnel, then the first hot jet of virile vastayan seed flooding her cramped passage. His member twitched again and again, each flux of it unleashing another thick rope. The gith of his cock left next to no room for his sperm, and after a few spurts, it began seeping out around it, mixing with Xayah's feminine fluids.

Eventually, Rakan expended his load, and having run dry, he slowed his thrusts, gradually bringing them down from their peak. Xayah's fingers relaxed, and she placed them on his strong arms. He let go of her knees, and her legs weakly unfolded, slipping over the side of the bed once again. She was exhausted, and her hands barely held onto Rakan's arms. As fit as she was, even she found it difficult to catch her breath.

Rakan let out a satisfied sigh and stroked Xayah's face. She looked up at him with whimsy in her eyes. "That was amazing..." She cooed.

"I know," Rakan replied confidently.

"No, like...I never knew anything could feel so good, so...all-encompassing in such a brilliant way."

Rakan let himself collapse onto the bed beside her, laying on his side and keeping Xayah close.

"Really?" He replied, feigning ignorance, although Xayah figured that wasn't hard for him. "I barely broke a sweat. Guess I'm just that good, eh?" He flashed her that cocky grin, signaling his facetiousness.

Xayah just burst into giggles. Her heightened mood showed her his overconfident playfulness in a new light. She liked being here. She enjoyed her new body. Honestly, she should thank whoever, or whatever, thrust her into Xayah's body, and into this world. So far, things had been... otherworldly, to say the least, and she looked forward to whatever lay ahead. She had the skills, the physique, and a lover worth dying for.

"You're ridiculous, Rakan. But I love you for that." She watched Rakan's face take on a warmer tone...tender, sweet, and, for the first time since she'd met him that morning...genuine.

"And I love you too, my heartfire." He replied. He leaned in to kiss her, and she gladly embraced him.

As they kissed, Xayah wondered what the two would get up, what adventures they'd go on, what harrowing dangers they'd have to face in the world 'Damien' had only read about before. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she'd at least finally have a team she could count on.

Until death, or until she woke up in her old body, she'd play her 'role' the best she could.