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Avatars of nature, beings of fertility, of healing, of harvest, these grand beasts roamed the earth separate from one another. Each one existing since before history was written and even as the tribes of the planet work to exist, work to till the land, harvest the crops, hunt their game, but non of this would be possible if it hadn't been for the existence of the towering creatures that gave them the gifts needed to do so. These avatars provided everything that the tribes needed to flourish, existing as a single sex race that possessed both sexes their hermaphrodite beings were known for their beauty, their power, and their size. Each one standing at over ten feet in the air and easily dwarfing even the strongest of tribal men that existed around them. Each one walked, traveled, moved, and when one left the lands of the settled tribe another usually wasn't far away to wonder in. As these titans traveled their stories grew, and many legends existed about the special traits of their existence of this race that had come to be known as the Immorias.

Large scaled creature, many of which were the same greenish-grey color, their bodies large, wide, fit with a good layer of thickness around the stomach, but even that only helped to support the massive breasts, huge rump, and thick fertile cock that they all shared. Standing over ten feet in the air and dwarfing those that chose to approach them, these beings wondered alone, keeping to themselves until the tribes of mortals would approach them for the fluids that they needed. This race was known for being old, many say that they were even as old as the earth itself, but an aged one was never found. The many legends that existed about these creatures showed the people's affections, their love for the large scaled beasts, plump stomachs, firm, large rumps, and of course that thick and pulsating member that they could call upon anytime they felt the need to brought these creatures into the eyes of the tribal people. Both male and female loved the figure that they were presented with, the structure of that amazing body and many would seek them out. It was said that a drop of their cum upon the ground could cause a seed sown field to deliver the greatest of harvests seen, that by drinking down their magnificent milk that all illness and injury could be cured instantly. These creatures were nothing if not able to provide for the tribal people and all that they asked in return was sexual submission. There were rare legends of people that had sought out to dominate these beautiful creatures, and while the legends all seemed to differ with the exploits of those that claimed to have done so, this was something of a taboo among tribes where it seemed that those immorias that became dominated were not seen again.

The sight of two of these grand beasts together had only ever been seen by a very few, almost nobody had ever caught sight of it, and those that had are long dead from age. Very few records were kept of the event, but those that had managed to scratch down in writing of what happened had stated it being a spectacle like none other. The two beasts came together as if drawn to a center point and when they clashed their bodies impacted one another like thunder. This wasn't a brawl, it wasn't a duel, but some kind of mating, the two would roll over each other, their bodies pinning the others down just for them to be able to escape and return the favor. The two showed a skill in fighting in this way that the tribesmen who watched them would never be able to mimic. Finally, when one managed to trap the other roars rocked the skies, bodies shook from the forced breeding, and it was then that the two were able to satisfy themselves. These giants, these near immortal beings would reign out clearly and with one finally being forced to submit to it's better, to it's new dominating being, was turned into a bright blinding light. A long flash as the forced submitted, the one who had been made to give into the strength of the winner, seemed to vanish and in it's wake the one winner between them had changed, taller, stronger, its body bustier, girthier. It still serviced the tribes all the same, but with these changes it only seemed to do so better, providing more milk, more seed in the following times until it too moved on.

There was no clue as to what happened to the other, the brightness of light had shielded that event, and that was where the legends tend to split. Some indicate feasting on the losers, others promise that they sink into the earth to become part of it again, even others say that they break down into spirits to be possessed into the winner's body becoming the baby that would someday be born. These legends only ever brought about questions though, leading to many theories, many ideas, many fantasies. The only people that might know the absolute truth were those mortals that had gained the favor through combat with them, but those people had a pact to never say. Nobody knew of this mystery, nobody that was willing to offer a real explanation, and because of this it would remain a legend just as it was promised to be. These grand creatures gave their service to those that worshiped them, submitted to their size and power, rewarding them with crop growing seed and healing milk that no other creature could provide. This made the life of the tribes easier, inner focused, even if it lead them to being a tad bit more dependent on these creatures, but already advancement in structure and buildings were starting to take root, those that were in good locations for a common crossing with the immorias had planted their feet and were expanding in order to await the next traveling creature, readying themselves to worship all over again.

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The soft moans of her body, the sound of her churring for these smaller beings that bowed down while a selected few would lick and touch along her thick meaty shaft helped this large and heavy set herm to lean her body back and enjoy herself. She wouldn't submit to them, but was happy to be pleasured at her will without having to deal with the struggles that came with her own kind. The feeling of their hands massaging and rubbing along her massive tits would help to draw out a long dripping trickle of milk, leaving her to moan louder at the attention. When one would suckle upon her she'd coo easily for him, watching him, eying him to see if he was going to try and do a good job. Every time she started to spurt, though, the mouth was removed and the jet of white would crash into a buckle, filling it immediately, and then being replaced with another. This tribe clearly had a system set up for this, and the idea that they'd become well adjusted in pleasuring her through practice made the feeling of their worship all the sweeter. While she was just leaning back and letting them do as they pleased, they were working hard in this, passing buckets, filling barrels, working to prepare their containers for the inevitable flow of cum that was eventually going to be released. Pre even dribbling down from the tip of that very thick member and splashing into one of their awaiting barrels.

Those that licked and touched on her hot throbbing meat did so in a way of submission, acting almost as sexualized slaves to this beast so that their pleasure of her took the first route. Not a one of them wanted to use her to feed their own lusts, only seeing her as a necessity to keep their tribe, their village, going for another long season. If they could pull her flow from her body then they could grow crops through the winter, draw in the game needed to make warm clothing, even trade with their surrounding society. It was their absolute pleasure when that throbbing beast started to pant, started to moan, the sound of their calls of warning and preparation came down quickly to say that she was about to blow, and in only a few seconds later she'd roar out loudly, the brilliant display of this heavy and powerful body tensing up at the sudden feeling of her dick erupting with the thick wads of hot seed spraying out. The barrels would collect what they could, the people that held them also getting easily covered with the amazing feeling of delicious immorias cum that coated their skin and clothing.

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It was common for these creatures to move on once they were finished. Some might stay in a village for a few days while being pleasured, but they were bound to move on eventually. With her body still panting long and hard from her most recent encounter with the local tribe she'd finally pass on through the trees and continue on her never ending trek through the forests of this place. If anything she wasn't too much taller than most of them, only a few feet. While their legends indicate that these creatures were supposed to be the size of mountains the reality was that they were only around ten feet at most. Some had been seen taller, but the vast majority that were noticed, set down, and used, tended to simply be no bigger than that. Other points were always similar, though, these creatures were not thin, ever, they had a good size of girth to them, heavy in the body, large and shaking with softness. Their breasts and bellies like clouds, while the lower points were strong, firm, and stiff like the rocks of the earth. When she'd make her way towards their normal place of bathing her body would slowly wade out into the waters. Hands gripping cups of this clear fluid and started to clean the milk and cum from her body. The yearning to clean ones self after a session like this was built into their species, water being a close element to them, and they absolutely loved to keep their well boasted appearances up. It was the rustling in the woods that made her move her head to the side, something was approach and while she couldn't see it yet, her nose could smell the creature, one of her kind, a monster like her that would fight her for this territory and these worshipers, but more importantly for sexual dominance. She was prepared to defend herself, to fight, and to win by any means.

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The thundering steps echoed through the trees, their rustling sound showed that someone was coming down this path. They were already fully aware of one another, that scent she had of him telling her that it was one of her kind, but she was positive that he had her scent as well and that was likely what drew him in. The narrowed gaze, the preparation to start the fight and the water sloshing around by her knees drove her to want to strike first, to attack him before he could break through the trees and into her bathing territory. What kept her in place was the fact that if she attacked him there then they'd have less space and she wanted to move around. Her territory ended at that treeline and she wasn't about to cross it without good reason. The soft snarls of her body, her figure lumbering over a bit, and that focused gaze drew her full attention to what was about to come through. She wasn't here to charge, not wanting to do such a thing, but instead waited for her brethren, her rival to step through so that the fight could be on her terms.

These creatures were known to only have one gender, a gender that combines what is needed for both of the normal genders. Where many of her kind would see her as being a female, this was only due to her bodies breast size compared to her member size. It was clear to her that the one approaching was going to be male based on his scent alone. When he burst through the forest into the clearing his breath was already snarling at her, a roar lifting to the sky and looking over that body. Just as large in the stomach as she was those breasts on his end were not nearly as large and swollen as her own, but his member was just larger, thicker, clearly designed to take charge. As she looked on at the chub covered delight her tail whipped and crashed into the water. Snarls mixed in the air, their bodies already set and ready for anything that the other might do. The shared narrow gaze was even now looking for any sign from the other that they might flinch, might submit early on, but the sight that they beheld from the other was that neither of them was willing to make this match easy on their sudden rival, a rivalry that was destined to start and end right here.

These creatures were little more than feral, containing barely any cohesive thought other than fight and fuck, but their body language was more than enough to show that both were challenging one another to a dominance fight, it was instinct on their part, a burnt in desire to seek out and locate members of their society so that they could dominate them and become bred. While much of these ten foot giants could be noted as being a mystery what was known was that when these creatures finally did meet it always resulted in a grand battle between them that would prove beyond a doubt which of them deserved to continue their travel, and which of them deserved to submit. Even the sight of that large throbbing member made her eyes widen, how was she going to compete with something that size. This "male" of their species even smirked at the sight of her sudden defense drop and easily stepped his way forward. If he could get her to submit without a fight then it would be all the better for him, he could continue on and she would be left panting for him.

It wasn't often that one of them would simply give in without a fight, but he was willing to work at believing that it would happen. Of course this creature kept his guard up enough that if she suddenly struck out at him that he'd be able to fend her off, but the closer he got to her the more she seemed to coo, the more she seemed to moan more and snarl less. It wasn't long before she also approached, their movements bringing the two together with her large and swollen tits pressing to his only slightly smaller bust. Their thick bellies crushing down at one another and leaving their exposed and quickly stiffening members to cross swords as their heavy sacks were paired up. He was bigger down below, but she was bigger up top. This was the only way that the people of these lands had to identify the two as male or female, but all that saw them clearly noted that they shared both sexes. Despite this it was a title that the immorias were ignorant to, and wouldn't actually care about even if they weren't.

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As their bodies crushed together their hands slowly moved their way up and down the fellow immorian back. The feeling of the scales brushing against their claws, the sensation of their large full breasts, round bellies, and firm thickness pressing and grinding slowly across one another only drove them to both let out a deep sigh of pleasure. While that snarl was ever present it was lower, softer, dropped to what someone might see as being a purr almost. It wasn't until their lips pressed that the two pairs of eyes would close, shutting before their enemy and enjoying the sensation and flavor of the mouth belonging to another creature of their race. The feeling of hearts racing, skipping, and pounding away in their chests, knocking against the door to the other. Those hands no longer gentle as they gripped and felt over one another, soon that busty female growing the feeling of herself starting to be laid back, the mail coming to rest over her and the two of them continuing their never broken kiss. A gasp could be heard from the female when the water around her would splash upward, sprinkling down around them both. Her failure to keep that kiss going resulting in the feeling of lips pressing well into the side of her neck, the tongue tickling her scaled flesh and her toes curling under the water of the lake while she'd nip and suckle on the side of the male cheek, even a soft nuzzling showing that she was willing to take this to the next step.

He didn't need the hint, though, having already started to pull himself back just enough to place that thick monster of a member at her delicate entrance, those lips located just under the herm based ball sack spreading well as he drove himself in inch by inch into her awaiting tunnel. At first she'd thought she could take it, but as her body was forced to stretch just to keep it within her that back of hers arched clearly while her eyes widened in amazement of the feeling of this large and luxurious beast that had happened her way. The feeling of a roar rising up the back of her throat made this girl have to swallow it down, unwilling to give in within the first few seconds of their mating, but unable to avoid the inevitable truth that his tactic inside of her body was having its entire effect on her. For a second she thought to herself that if she did give in then she could enjoy more of it, but that idea faded when she remembered why she was here. This female wasn't going to simply give in, even with her rock hard dick crushed against his body, the feeling of his abs drawing against it while he pounded into her hard. His massive shaft wasn't showing any mercy on her body, every single movement he made ended with her entire body shaking hard, her large breasts and thick stomach bouncing from the force only to quiver back to it's rightful place and then get impacted again. Even if she wasn't going to allow herself to roar in order to tell him how good it was, her mouth seemed to find itself impossible to close due to pleasure alone.

Every movement he made inside of her forced her scream inches closer to exiting her throat, but even as she realized her mistake in taking him in so soon into the fight this immoria wasn't going to simply roll over and let herself lose. Her shaking and quivering tail working weakly to wrap around the back of his hips, helping to pull him in deeper, further, and even as he took hold of the back of her knees to help lift her hips in time with his movements she still found herself on the losing end of their little gathering. The girl was in trouble, she needed to hold on, to cum meant that she would be gone and she wasn't going to be dominated like this, not without even putting up a fight, or getting a few good thrusts of her own. He had a massive dick, but that didn't mean that she had to lay down on her back and give him her body, no, she was going to overcome this. Hands reached up to him, pulling him down and pressing his strong face directly into her large and towering breasts, crushing him down against them so that a good healthy spurt of her milk to wash past his lips and more importantly, down his throat. It wasn't much of a tactic, but it was what she had to defend herself with. The female hoping that the flavor of her motherly milk would be enough to work him harder, get him closer to that climax due to sex appeal alone. With the sound of his panting breaths it seemed to work.

The male had her right out, she could feel her river crashing against the dam ready to break it and flood the pool under them. Every time he crushed her hot and swollen cunny lips with his thick and massive male-hood the girl felt the need to scream, to announce herself as the loser, to give in to the pleasure and cum for him so that she could enjoy the last few moments of herself under his stronger power, his own throbbing dick was completely unnoticed to her equally throbbing pussy, trying to recover from his brutal assault only to be driven into again. A fast shaking her head showed that she was trying to hold on, that she wanted to last a little bit longer, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn't kick her way out of this with her legs bent into the air, and she absolutely couldn't take much more of this pounding. It was only to her relief that he'd pull himself free instead, dropping her legs to the ground and backing away from her. The female panting in the lake, looking up at the sky at the mystery of what just happened. She was seconds from losing, she was his, and yet now somehow she'd been given another chance. When her eyes turned towards him she could see him fighting the urge to finish himself off, those eyes locked on her own easily while she licked her lips to him and slowly moved to sit up. It was going to take a moment of recovery before they could start again, but it looked like her needing and wanting body had worked him just the same way that he had her.

***

She'd move easily to prop herself up on her elbows, the feeling of her still aching cunny hurting in just the right way to feel amazing. All she could think about was getting it back inside of her, to use it, to drain it, and to win her battle, but if she was to take him in right now then even she knew that she'd lose almost the second it dropped into her figure. This didn't help the fact that the hard breeding she'd received had just left her with a near inability to even lift herself to her feet. The male was only a few yards away from her, but those yards had put him just outside of her tail range, if she could even more. The more she rested in the water, panting at him with need and delight, the more she felt herself regaining some level of control over her body, but even that wouldn't last long. The feeling of her burning desire for him was taking hold of her fast. She didn't want to submit to him anymore, but she did want to feel him empty himself into her body like the breeding stud she saw him as. In her mind it was already decided, if she was going to win over him then she was going to break down his body with her own breeding, but finish him off inside of her, create a true child with him even if he wasn't going to be able to stay around to see it. The lick that crossed her lips made her want it even more, to focus on that plan and fall in love with the idea of taking away the seed that made that clearly heavy sack so full and ready.

***

The female watched as she easily lifted himself, her day dreaming about him cutting itself short when she could clearly see him starting his way closer, that throbbing member meant entirely for her and the immoria knew that if he closed in and put her in that position she was in last time then she was done for. The easy shaking her head and her arms quickly working to scoot herself away drove her into a bit of panic, worried that she hadn't recovered enough, or even as quickly as he seemed to. When she found herself moving so easily, though, that look instantly changed and she'd realize that her body was recovered enough to fight back again. The movement of her body helped the girl to rise to her feet, preparing herself for battle as the water at her knees sloshed back and forth between the two. His heavy steps never slowed down for a second, those bounding breasts that he had swaying well over his thick belly, but it was the bobbing member that got her attention. The last time they'd clashed she'd gotten it stuffed into her nearly instantly and it almost cost her everything, this time she was going to take it, but not before she had driven him far closer to that point of bursting that she could manage to deliver the final and very filling bouncing blow against his swollen thickness.

This time when he approached her the immoria didn't just stand there and allow their sexual bits to grind and rub against one another, she'd make a quick movement to scoot herself to the side. It was hard to move a heavy body like hers, but it was clear that the male was planning to use his own weight to tackle her, leaving her only the choice to get out of the way if she didn't want to get taken down and force bred again. This time she was going to play a bit smarter, her body moving to hook that tail around his large belly as she'd come up behind him, bringing herself to press that thick member of hers right between his rear rump. The gasp from the male's body could be heard easily even as the female arms coming down fast to grip hold of his wrist in an attempt to force this massive "male" of their species to lean forward. As she could feel that plush butt brushing against her already full dick the sight of his wet cunny glistening well between them made her only drive her hips back and then forward, filling his hot pussy tunnel with her massive member. His body arched well at the feeling, the empty flesh tube suddenly becoming filled, she wasn't as big as he was, but that didn't mean that it didn't feel good. A soft moaning, a deep cooing filled the air and even as he struggled to break her grip on his wrists the male found himself trapped in place while she filled him time and time again with her hard shaft.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, it was clear that he loved it and while his member was pulsating down between his legs the female continued to drive herself into him, crushing back his butt against her hips on every single impact. This species wasn't know for being gentle, they weren't designed to take mercy on others of their kind, and even here this was clearly the truth. The second she had the chance to put him into the perfect submissive position she had done so, filling him with every single inch of her hard dick and leaving an audible series of smacks across his rump every time her hips crashed into his. The feeling of her body taking his, using his very underused tunnel drove shivers through her body only to pass those shivers onto him, filling him completely and fully every time The more he'd pull at his arms, the more he ended up pulling himself back into her, spreading himself wide with her fat and thick dick as her large belly shook on contact and his figure swayed back and forth at her will. He needed to escape this, needed to get away from her and turn the tables, there was only one thing that he could do though.

When she pulled back from him, ready to slam into him once again and fill his cunny once more with her thick meat, the male immoria would pass his tail between them, creating a separating point for her giving him time to pull forward, growing a distance from her and feeling that tip removed from his body. If anything he wanted to pause and consider the lonely feeling of his now completely empty and spread depths, but there was no time. With her out of him the male could only twist himself, pulling his wrists from her grip in order to crush his body to hers once again, working to tackle her down into the water once more. As it lifted around them the two would struggle, twisting, turning, bending their bodies to try and get on top. For a second she was held from behind, her body shaking as he ground himself against her only to feel her figure able to pull away and turn around, planting hard with her massive and heavy tits straight down on his awaiting shaft, her hands locking around her massive tits even as they shook with milk to lift and plop down on his thickness. The head of this male beast folding back, moaning out deeply to the sensation of the softness around his meat, but he couldn't give up just yet, he needed this girl, he needed to win over her, and he wanted to see her crying out for mercy over him before he finished her off.

She she dropped her large tits down around his thick and massive shaft the immoria would take hold of her generous bust and squeeze it hard, feeling the breast flesh fold like a dough between his fingers. The feeling of her body arching at his attention gave him the time needed to roll with her, forcing her over onto her back with him placed just over her amazing figure straddling her large, round belly before sliding down quickly. The sight of his tail whipping side to side in the air could be seen easily while his knees touched on the bottom of the lack and his face easily nuzzled into her juicy and needy slit. The flavor of her scent made him murr out to her easily, the touch of his tongue against her nether lips making her jump with delight and pleasure. A hand even coming down to the back of his head while she moaned to him, moaned for him, loving the feeling of that tongue slithering it's way into her hungry depth. As it lashed around her insides all she could do was purr, leaving her mouth hung open in half moan for him while she worked to pull him closer against her yearning body. Her hand even gripping her own shaft with the delight of the feeling of his teeth lightly scraping against his cunny lips. A slow jerking motion back and forth, up and down, and anyone could claim that she'd already surrendered, that she was ready to become his. It was true that she was happy to feel his lips kissing on hers, but she wasn't out of the fight just yet, simply loving the feeling of having herself eaten out like this.

Once she was done enjoying herself the female would twist once again, rolling the two of them and placing her large rump straight down on his face where she could look between her massive tits and around her fat belly to see that face poking out with tongue still in her. The easy movement of her hips on his face made her want to stay here, but she had to move, had to finish him off finally. He'd let his guard down and now she was going to take him fully and completely. The slide of her body along his allowed her to feel her pussy juices rub over his body, halfway marking him with her dripping and needing slit. She'd continue to descend along his body, dropping lower and lower until finally she was topped by a thick and hefty rock presenting itself behind her rump. The smirk that touched her lips reached her hands down between her legs to wrap those fingers as much around his massive shaft as she could. A pull on it placed that shaft perfectly in line with her hot and drooling slit. When she'd lower her body around that tip the presence of her drooling depths leaked it's flavor down over that hot and wide monster just before she'd drop her full body down on him completely, taking him into her figure once more, but this time on the dominant side of things. His body arched at the feeling and with him working already to try and throw her off of him her hands once again locked around his wrists, but this time pinned them down over his head while she crushed his hips over and over with that large and built rear.

The more she pounded down at him the more he cried out, the sound of his voice mixing with the tones of her own moans while she continued to lift and drop herself like a jack hammer. It didn't hurt, though, his body designed to take it if he was ever trapped in a position like this, but the feeling of his heart pounding, of his breath shortening, of his had leaning back, and his mouth hanging open in loud calls of deep grunts helped to announce how well her tight and crushing tunnel felt around his already pulsating and pre leaking dick. Every time he tried to break free, tried to lift his hips he'd only have her slit to lift his thickness into, and then she'd use that to drop her hips back down, pounding him back into the water while it splashed up around them. She wasn't showing mercy, she wasn't being kind, she was using him, fucking him, breeding his fat dick completely, and finally as he roared out in complete dominated, submissive cries, she'd smirk down at him, feeling his thick wads of hot bubbling seed gushing into her body like a river that had just jumped its dam. Her belly growing wider at the feeling of the heated cum tumbling forth into her with nobody to go. Her eyes locked on his, seeing him starting to glow brightly, that glow climbing up around her body in a blinding tone that would prevent anyone looking on from being able to look in at them.

***

She'd continue to sit on his body, his massive cock deep inside of her, used and emptied, the breeding at been completed, but this was only the first set to their mating ritual. The two glowed in a bright light, the color of which was hard to determine compared to the blinding luminance of it that reflected the screaming cries of the sun itself. As she rested there on him her hands continued to hold his wrists down, his thickness still filling her, but soon it was starting to dissolve into her depths, her hands sinking down more and more into the waters, even the body she sat one was starting to fade away as it was taken into her figure. Sparks of color faded and vanished while her body took in his essence, his body, his strength and size and only combined it with her own. The female body growing a much thicker member, her breasts puffing out and even her wide stomach bulging a bit with the size of her figure growing taller, stronger, faster, taking in his skills, his will, his very existence being sacrificed to the dominant woman to advance her towards the next match she was destined to have. For them win one loses, they do not simply lose their pride and honor, but their entire life goes to feed the dominant creature that had won over them, and while she felt the hand down at her belly, feeling the presence of a new life already starting to churn within her, the immoria would have to make sure to nurture and love the sacrifice of the spirit that had just filled her by birthing and caring for the lost member of their species once he was born anew. To raise him to be better, stronger, more fit and dominant than he was before, and then maybe someday again meet him in combat once more to see which of them would be found inside of a womb and which could continue to walk the earth.

***

As she'd lift herself from the water this girl had finished bathing once more, making her way back on her trek the way she'd come from. It was still her territory and with her hand still rubbing that belly and cooing down to the new life that was spawning from her dominance and love making, she'd keep her attention out for more predators of her own species that would want to try and believe her to be in a weakened state here. The immoria was still sexually in need though, while her temporary mating had left her filled and used with a large wave of hot cum it had robbed her of her need to climax herself. She wanted to feel herself run free with a thick drenching wave of her own seed, to release her pressures and stresses from this fight and her long travels, but the only place she could do such a thing was back the way she'd come, to present herself to the worshiping tribes people and allow them the right to take her milk and seed again. She wanted to feel that heart race, and yearned for the feeling of her new body to deliver a hefty load for them, she didn't care what they did with it as long as she could get it out of her newly formed figure. When the girl finally pushed through the forest, though, she could see the eyes of another girl staring back at her, a snarl hitting the back of her throat instantly and her own challenge announced to this wondering immoria that had seemed to wonder not only into her territory, but her worshipers. It was common for them to challenge one another on sight, but this was far more personal.