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Song of the the Thunder Goddess

There's something beautiful about music, would you not agree? When one hears a truly beautiful song it does more than just sound good; it can appeal to the very depths of their soul. It can stir them. It can rouse them. It can elicit any number of emotions from within. Joy, sadness, thrills, fears, love, hate; there's nothing an amazing song cannot do.

Nothing...

She remembered the day her father took her to the market. It was her birthday, and she was promised any dress of her liking. Even now – over a decade later – she remembered the giddy excitement she felt when traveling to the market. She was bouncing around everywhere; this little dynamo with no limit to the energy she had within.

That all changed when they came to the town square before the music hall. Throughout the day, there would be hundreds of performances put on by clowns, comedians, even philosophers if anyone cared to listen. But most of the performances were of musicians. They came with a variety of instruments, playing either in groups of varying sizes, or solo performances. Among them, of course, were singers.

There was one such singer who attracted her gaze. She was a young woman – no older than 23 she'd argue. Her hair was long and red, she had these vivacious green eyes, and this remarkable smile that could charm a room. Wearing extravagant clothes that wouldn't look out of place on someone from a distant land, she danced like an angel from the heavens above, and sang with a voice that appealed to the depths of one's soul.

Maybe that's why she became a singer. She remembered hearing music before, typically from church, or her fellow school friends, but never to this degree. The music this woman sang, transformed the very way she thought. This little brunette girl who once dreamed of castles and princes, had her fantasies be replaced with stirring ballads and passionate love songs. She imagined putting on performances for entire halls of people, singing for commoners and rulers alike! She wanted to become as wondrous as the singer in the town square, of whom she still daydreams about even now.

Dreams, fantasies, reveries... the idle thoughts of a fickle girl who was growing. At least, that's what her parents told themselves. They thought she'd grow out of it, and think of marrying rich. She didn't. She practiced day in night, refining her voice to become the singer she was now. And then – one warm, summer day – she left her humble forest home in search of fame and fortune as an amazing performer.

She wanted to be a singer, just like her. She wanted to be an angel, just like her. She wanted to appeal to the very depths of one's soul, just like her.

Hmph... sounds so stupid now, doesn't it?

Fliick! Sizzzle!

“Fuuuuuuuh...! Haaaaaaaa..."

She dated a wizard once. He was loud, brash, arrogant, and a bit too flamboyant for her own liking. Still, he imparted with her the knowledge to use magic to a small degree. Low level water and wind spells; nothing too extreme. Didn't matter anyway; she only ever used fire magic. Why? It made it easier to light her cigarettes.

Her index and middle finger both burned with a fire like they were the tip of a candle. Illuminating the alleyway she stood in, she brought her tiny flame up to the cigarette between her lips, igniting it. When the smell of harsh tobacco began filling the air, she took a puff of her cigarette, breathing it in and relaxing her body. Then she exhaled, blowing her toxic smog out into the silent backstreet she stood in.

A young woman, she could be no older than twenty-one, twenty-two at the most. Her body was lissome with a curvy physique, her shoulders were round, her hips too, her waistline narrow, and her chest... rather pronounced. Not busty, mind you, but certainly not small. Perky would be a good description for them.

She had a graceful figure thanks to all her curves and slender straights. Coupled with her shapely hips, you could easily imagine her dancing on a stage before an audience. Perhaps it would be a soft dance, perhaps it would be an erotic one. Regardless, you wouldn't doubt her capabilities.

From her head spilled brown hair, one with a slightly golden tint to it. In certain lights, you could mistake it for being blonde. It flowed long and straight, with blunt edges that fell over her chest, yet spiky fringes and bangs above her face. Fortunately, said bangs were never enough to cover her face, so that everyone could see the expression of disdain she wore.

She looked harsh. Not sadistic, or lively, just harsh. Wearing this face of indifference, she made it clear that she wasn't a person who you'd want to speak with. Her blue eyes were sharp, her lips were typically either in a frown or a teeth-clenched scowl, and she very rarely made eye contact with others.

The rest of her body language was no different. Typically slumped over, she'd roll her eyes at others, and reply with this annoyed tone in her voice, while her ears and tail bent down in irritation.

Wait... ears and tail? Yes, ears and tail!

She was a beaskin: a type of person who has the unique characteristics of an animal of some sort. In her case, she was a fennec fox. Her ears were long with black furred tips, and her tail was bushy. Even her eyes were like that of a fox!

She should have been a vixen: this staggering, beautiful young woman who was as confident as she was sexy. Instead, she exuded this dour, sullen air, as if she'd rather be anywhere but here. Unfortunately, 'here' was the only kind of work she could get. For the world of showbiz and fame cannot be claimed by mere hopes and dreams alone.

It takes more. It takes a lot more.

Eeeeaaarrrk!

“Hey! Alincia," a voice called from the side, “Your song number's up."

“Haaah... okay," muttered the vixen, “I'm coming..."

With a flick of her fingers, the fire she cast was diminished and she stood up from her crouched position. Next she took a few final puffs of her cigarette, burning it all down to its butt. Once she was finished, she dropped it, and crushed it beneath the tip of her heels.

The azure eyes of this vixen cut over, gazing at the entrance to a nearby bar. At its edge was this burly, heavy-set looking man, one with a tired look in his eye. Wearing an apron, he was cleaning a knife off with his attire, while his other hand gestured for her to come over. She didn't hesitate.

“C'mon, Alincia. Before these drunkards get antsy," said the man as she walked over.

“I heard you the first time, Charton. Damn..."

Entering inside the establishment, the vixen reached up to grab the jacket she was wearing. Button by button she loosened it from her shoulders, before stopping at a coat rack. One could hear the rampant conversations of bar goers, some being loud, some being soft, but all being annoying. With a sigh, she let her coat drop fully from her shoulders, revealing the clothes she wore beneath.

And the fact that this was one of those establishments.

She wore on her body attire that could best be described as a leotard crossed with a turtleneck sweater. Her arms and shoulders were fully exposed, her hips and legs were too, all to flaunt her remarkable, curvy figure. She even had a keyhole in her chest, exposing her robust cleavage so that anyone and everyone could ogle it to their leisure.

No self-respecting woman would ever wear something this lewd. Even exotic dancers would be ashamed to wear something like this. It was an outfit that was somehow too scandalous to be worn by any dignified woman, yet too rubbish to be worn by an escort. In all honesty, it was trash. Erotic trash... but trash nonetheless.

And this erotic, lovely, youthful, trashy vixen was about to take her stage.

“Ahhhhh! There she is!" said someone in the pub as Alincia emerged from the back.

A look of annoyance appeared on the vixen's face while the tavern grew loud with shouts, hoots and hollers. Her ears twitched, further showing her disdain for the bar around her. But all of that changed when she took one step upon the stage at the back. Suddenly perking up, her slumped position grew straighter, and her frown shifted into a professional visage. Extending her arms up, Alincia stood on the tips of her toes and performed a stretch, a sight that garnered even more catcalls from the bar around her. It all fell on deaf ears however, as she had long since grown numb to the nonsense spouted by her audience.

They were here for a song and a dance, were they not? Then it was time she gave it to them!

Dropping her arms to her side, Alincia faced the bar before her. At this time of night, every table was packed, whether it be by workers just trying to relax after a grueling shift, friend groups looking for a good time, or drunkards who don't know when to quit. But right now, all of their eyes were locked on her, watching as she took center stage.

Behind her, the sounds of a piano began echoing throughout the pub, causing the once rowdy tavern to begin dying down. Everyone's eyes were on the vixen's hips, watching as they started swaying in time with the music being played. She attracted the eyes of all; no one could look away from her.

Here on this stage, the problems she faced in life were all nothing but white noise. This stage was like her platform: a personal space where she can be herself... her true self. The transformation was subtle, but the once abrasive and harsh vixen was replaced with...

Someone else...

And then the singing began.

Tap the rhythm against the floor~

To look for another door~

I am slipping~

To the mystery of the night!

There was something transcendent about her voice. The melodic tones of the vivacious young vixen filled the air of the tavern, attracting not just the eyes of everyone, nor their ears... but their spirits as well. Alincia was like a magnet, and her voice was the draw that was impossible to escape from.

So too was her body.

As her song filled the air, she closed her eyes and raised her hands. Left to right swayed her hips, flaunting not only her divine curves, but also her expert skill. She appeared subdued at first, content with taunting them with her hips alone. But then her eyes opened and she extended out her hands, posing dynamically to the applause of those before her. All the while, that sultry music continued flowing from her lips.

I know there is an easy way~

But it is my choice anyway~

Don't let me waste my time~

In futile thinking anymore!

Her words were like flowing sugar; it polluted the thoughts of all that heard it with images of... flesh... bodies... nudity. Were the words of her song outwardly erotic? No, not really. Was her tone sensual and sultry? Of course it was! To hear such a beautiful young woman sing with such fervent allure, was enough to gain the undivided attention of everyone in the pub. Even other workers and waitresses found themselves stuck in place by Alincia's song and dance.

And it continued on.

Fated not to be tamed~

Watch me I never will lean upon you~

I can go – by myself!

And how did Alincia feel? What was going through her mind as she put on her performance for the onlookers of the bar? Honestly? She felt empowered. But not in the way that one would find typical. She wasn't empowered because all these men and women were entranced by her song and dance? She felt empowered because – for a few fleeting moments – she forgot about the downward spiral of her life. Right now for the patrons of the bar, she was like that one dancer who beguiled her when she was a child.

In this moment – no matter how minute – she was living her dream.

Fly in the freedom~

Time never stop and wait for me~

Show the way

Looking for the answers

And looking for the clue

Fly in the freedom!

The melodic tones of her voice not only enraptured her captive audience, but did likewise for Alincia herself. As the vixen continued her song and dance, she felt her words appeal to her very own soul. Where have things gone wrong? Why did she give up on her dreams? Why was she here beguiling these drunken denizens? She should have been more! She should have been so much more.

She should have been the one flying into freedom... ah... but alas...

Alincia's eyes reopened, and she gazed forward. She was still here, still in this pub. She had a song to finish up. So...

Nobody taught me to hint~

…

To live in Alektrios is to live without sunlight; to live without warmth. It is a region that sits beneath a perpetual gray sky, one that swirls and whirls around the kingdom's capital. The land suffers naught by storms; be they mere overcast clouds, rainy days, powerful thunderstorms with flash floods, or even worse. Here, the sight of a tornado ripping across endless plains is not uncommon.

This was all true throughout the entirety of the land... save for here.

Alektrios is not a land-locked region. While it has plenty of fields, forests, hills, and even a tiny mountain range at its north, at its south, it almost looked like a different country. The Raudian Coast rests at the edge of the rain-drenched nation, being a beautiful diamond of golden sands and soft rolling waves.

For reasons unknown to those who live in Alektrios, the Raudian Coast and only the Raudian Coast is free from the kingdom's infinite storm. Here, the sun rises beyond the horizon and sets upon the ocean's edge. Because of its unique position, the beach naturally became a popular destination for vacationers throughout the entirety of the land. For some of those born in Alektrios, their first time seeing sunlight would be at this beach.

To those who live here... well... to those who live here and are pessimistic, the sunlight wasn't really worth the hype.

Soft winds blew through the air, rustling Alincia's hair and ears. Watching as the waves rolled gently, a look of indifference sat on the vixen's face. She remembered being beguiled by this the first time she came to the town of Milos. It was small, kinda dusty, and the ocean was just a stone's throw away. Resting on the rim – that is, where the infinite storm actually stops – she was never too far from the cold grayness of Alektrios, and the glimmering sunlight of her distant homeland.

Sure, Milos wasn't the best or biggest town around, but it didn't need to be. It was just the first start for a girl like her, one who longed to make a name for herself. She'd gain a following here performing at bars and pubs, then move on from Alektrios to distant lands. Tylis was nearby, Pithon too, and after a bit of traveling, she'd be able to make it to High Bishop! And if she could make it there, well, then her true dreams were in reaching distance.

That was three years ago now, wasn't it? Three years ago... heh... how stupid of her...

“Alright, Alincia! Let's roooollll!"

“Guh... I should've said 'no'..."

Turning around, the vixen faced the building before her. 'Joan's Spirits' was its name, a local wine store that got its alcohol from... somewhere. She's asked before, but always got conflicting statements on where the wine came from. Sometimes it's Krone, other times it's as far as Solaria, but most likely – and what she assumes to be true – it's all made beneath the store. Joan's Spirits is a moonshiner's business, to put it lightly.

But that's not important, no. What's important was the young man who pulled out of the wine store, carrying with him crates filled with bottles. He was around her age, being nineteen to be exact. Brown hair sat on his head, his eyes were brown too, and he had this dusty, dirty appearance to him. Wearing overalls and a white shirt, he looked like a manual laborer in the prime of his life, and the smile on his lips was just as charming.

Well... not to her...

“Is everything in order, Faysal?" she asked, to which the young man chuckled.

“What?" he replied as he walked up to the carriage behind her, “Did you honestly think I'd botch a job this easy? We're just picking up beer, Alincia!"

“Tsk... you say that, but it's you who messes things up all the time," she said whilst resting her fists on her hips, “C'mon, hurry up and load this shit. I'm ready to get back to the pub."

“C'moooooooon!" he replied as he loaded the crate into their carriage, “You really want to leave so soon? All Banard wanted us to do was get the beer back before seven. It's only three!" leaning on the carriage's edge, he flashed her a grin, “Let's have some fun! Just you and me!" Pat! “Heey!"

“As if," she growled whilst pressing her hand into his face, “Fun with you? Tch! I couldn't imagine anything worse."

“What? Would you rather hangout with Kanshaw?"

She flinched.

“Okay... that is worse..."

Her worker erupted into laughter at her response, causing her to roll her eyes in annoyance. He was a really chipper young man... as if he had anything to be 'chipper' about. What's so amazing about their life anyway? She was a singer at some low-end bar, and he was a guy who did whatever when asked of him.

They had no destination in their lives.

“Alright, let's get goin'," said Faysal as he began walking forward, “I'm sure Shirley could use some grass to gnaw on."

“Uggh..."

Again, Alincia rolled her eyes at her co-worker's antics, while the both of them walked around to the front of their carriage. Drawing it was their horse, the 'Shirley' Faysal spoke so highly of; a mare with a brown coat and white mane. Lovingly, the young man rubbed the snout of the horse, who nuzzled back against his affectionate touches. Alincia could only sigh.

“Can't we get a move on?" she groaned whilst getting on their carriage's driver seat, “Or do you want me to give you some alone time with Shirley here?"

“Heeeeeeyy!" Faysal playfully growled whilst shooting her a grin, “You were the one dating that horse guy a couple months ago! Maybe it should be you having some alone time with Shirley!"

“Fuck. Off," she snarled, watching as he climbed aboard their driver's seat, “Get us moving, Faysal."

“Heh heh heh! Yeah, yeah!"

Leaning back against the carriage behind her, Alincia watched as Faysal shook the reins of their horse, causing the mare to start walking forward. It gave the vixen time to reach into her vest pocket and pull out a cigarette, one she quickly ignited with the use of her fire. Placing the cigarette to her lips, she casually began to puff on it, while her eyes lazily stared to the path in front of her.

Milos may have been small, but its architecture was immaculate. Stone roads and bridges, walkways that lined them, and a staircase down to the beach were all in eye shot. It was not the grandest of cities, but it was respectable. If you were a tourist, you may even be tricked into thinking it was beautiful.

But it wasn't. Alincia had spent too much time in the alleys to think of this place as being 'beautiful'.

“Sooooooooo..." said Faysal, drawing her attention over, “What are you planning on doing after we get back?"

“What kind of question is that?" asked the vixen with a glare of annoyance, “We head back to the bar, and I'll get ready for my song and dance. That's what I always do."

“Exactly! That's what you always do!" said Faysal with a laugh, “I've only been working at Banard's bar for a few months now. You've been singing there for the past three years! Like..." he shook his head, “I know you've dated a few guys here and there, but you must be planning on leaving the bar soon, right?"

“What? Ggh... stop saying stupid shit!"

“No, no! I'm being serious!" he stated, “Like... gosh... Alincia, you're everyone's favorite at the bar! Not even Odette's voice is as good as yours! So why're you hanging out around the bar? It's not like Banard's got anything on you..." he looked over, an eyebrow raised, “Wait... does he have something on you?"

Alincia glared back at him. Even if she was stuck at Banard's bar, she'd never let him have something on her. The thought alone was enough to send shivers down her spine... and make her raise her fist in a threatening manner. Getting the hint, Faysal wisely chuckled in a sheepish manner, before shifting his gaze back forward.

“So... why are you still here?" he asked, “Every time you take the stage, you beguile everyone."

“Tch... they're all just a bunch of drunk, horny fools," said Alincia dismissively, “Anyone with a half-decent voice could sing up there, and they'd have those jackasses eating out the palm of their hand. Even you."

“Hah hah ha! Well, maybe you're right about the bar being filled with drunk, horny fools! But..." he looked back at over, “That doesn't make your voice sound any less amazing. I don't drink, Alincia, so I always get to hear your voice sing, and watch you dance. When you're on stage, ah... you're like a... different person. You're not cold and snarky."

“What? You talk like I'm some sort of bitch or something," said Alincia... to which Faysal shot her a knowing gaze.

Yeah, that was a stupid statement, wasn't it? No point in dignifying it with a response.

Still, Faysal's questions were rather precise. Crossing her arms, the vixen looked away, attempting to come off as abrasive and tough... but inadvertently looking defensive and even vulnerable. This wasn't new to her. Many times in the past, she had questioned herself; questioned why she was still in this shit bar in a shit part of town. But to actually answer that question required something she lacked.

It required mental strength... and she lacked it.

Fortunately for her, she wouldn't need to think about it for too long.

Neeeeiighh!

“Hm?"

Their carriage suddenly came to a stop, jerking Alincia softly. She glared at Faysal, prepared to yell at him for his accident, but found her eyes attracted to the path in front of her. The roads were covered with people, all of whom were grouped around in this thick crowd. It made moving through it difficult, much to the vixen's chagrin. Making matters worse, more and more people were joining the crowd!

“What's going on?" asked Alincia as Faysal stood on his feet to gaze over the heads of the people, “Do you see something?"

“Hmmm..."

For the most part, all he could see were the heads of people. They were also all talking so much and so loud, saying so many different things, that he couldn't ascertain what had collected them into a big group like this! He didn't have to wait long for the answer.

Through the group, he saw in the distance... a carriage. Black along its surface, gold upon its edges, white on its roof, and with a purple center, this carriage was opulent and elegant, carrying with it this royal air of divine authority and regal style. Drawn by a majestic white horse, it slowly walked through the crowds of people who all basked in its glory. If only they could see through its opaque windows, but alas, all they could glimpse of the person within the carriage was her shadow.

But that's not just what Alincia saw. Standing up alongside Faysal, she glared at the carriage as it walked by, and gazed upon the silhouette she saw through its screen. And for the briefest of moments, this silhouette's head turned to face her.

And she saw glowing purple eyes.

“Wow..." said Faysal, snapping the vixen's eyes towards him, “I can't believe she's here."

“She...?" muttered Alincia as she cocked her head, “Who... who is 'she'?"

Her co-worker looked over, shooting her an incredulous gaze. She looked back, just as bewildered by his look.

“Wait... you're being serious...?" he asked, “L-like... this ain't a joke, is it?"

“No, it's not! What the hell is going on here, Faysal!?" she snapped, to which he sat down.

“Jeeze... I knew you weren't born in Alektrios, but I thought that since you lived here so long, you would've learned who she is," he replied, further annoying her.

“Then tell me who she is, you dick!"

“That? That!?" he pointed at the carriage, “That's the royal carriage! That's the carriage that belongs to the Empress and her daughters!"

Alincia flinched. That was the Empress carriage? Well, it certainly looked royal enough to belong to royalty! To think that she was so close to the ruler of this land... it was almost humbling. But then she remembered that she knew almost nothing about the ruler of this kingdom.

Her name was Astria Alektrios, and she had seven daughters. That was about the full extent of her knowledge regarding the royal family of this kingdom. In her eyes, it was all pointless information anyway. She had as much effect over Astria's life as Astria had effect over hers! The Empress lived in a mighty castle in the heart of her kingdom, while she was just some dancer performing for a bunch of drunkards.

It wasn't even worth thinking about it.

Still, the way people stood in reverence around her carriage was rather telling. Alincia had heard once or twice about how Astria was the woman responsible for the infinite storm above Alektrios' head, but she figured it was nothing more than hyperbole. When it comes to rulers, there's plenty who fervently defend them with an almost religious dedication. It wasn't far-fetched to think that it was just her people spreading outlandish tales of her capabilities. Though that begs the question...

What is the cause of the infinite storm?

“So, uh... why's she here...?" asked Alincia as Faysal grabbed the reins of their horse.

“Beats me," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders, “Maybe she's here on vacation? Her summer home is nearby. Whenever she or even one of her daughters are in town, her summer house is always surrounded by people looking to gain her favor. Heh heh... even I admit, I used to go down there when I was younger, hoping to get a glimpse of her highness."

“Tch... really? I didn't take you as the perverted type, Faysal..."

“What!? N-no, it's nothing like that! I'd never disgrace the Empress!" he claimed, “But... boy..." a hapless smile spread on his lips as he gazed towards the distance, as if relieving a beautiful memory, “I still remember what she looked like when I first saw her. She was standing through the gates of her summer home, overlooking the beach in the distance. Her silver hair was flowing, and she was wearing this beautiful white sundress. Hmmm... and her purple eyes... oh... they glowed so bright."

“P-purple eyes...?" repeated Alincia, causing Faysal to nod in a hapless manner.

“Yeah... purple eyes... wow..." leaning back, he let his smile grow wide as his eyes closed shut, “I had never seen a woman as beautiful and regal as she was. It was like... gazing upon a living portrait."

The way he told the story painted a vivid picture in Alincia's mind. The vixen even closed her eyes in an attempt to imagine the Empress with his description. The silver hair, the regal beauty... and the purple eyes that glow. Huh...

“Faysal...?"

“Yeah...?" he said as he faced her.

“Let's get going."

…

It was black. The cloak this woman wore was black.

Milos could be quite beautiful at night. The street lamps had been lit, glowing with a soft blue color, and the ocean waves were softly rushing against the sand. It echoed through the entirety of Raudian Coast, flowing into the ears of those who'd care to listen. The wind also felt a touch stronger, causing objects to billow and tumble along the ground.

And in the center of it all – walking down the sidewalk all alone – was a woman in a black cloak.

It was long, falling all the way down to her ankles in fact. The hood too had been pulled up to her head, obscuring her face from all those around. With how dark it was at this time of night, her identity was further hidden, rendering it virtually impossible to learn who this woman was. All one could tell was that the clothing she wore was affluent. This shimmering black cloak with a golden edge to it... just who is this woman?

Regardless of her identity, she moved along a predetermined path. Down this sidewalk, over this bridge, take a right down this alleyway, and continue walking down. Milos was a town with two sides; the bright and vibrant half that faced the beach, and the dark and seedier face that was hidden among buildings.

It was dusty if not outright dirty in this location, with trash on the ground mixing with the homeless and destitute. They'd turn and face this mysterious woman, who continued appearing indifferent and aloof. What was a rich woman doing in these parts? And... where was she going?

Well...

She came to a halt. Before her was a building... a bar. 'Bernard's Bar', to be exact. Her head tipped up, and though her cloak covered her face, one could feel a smirk spread out on her lips.

…

They say on occasion, if you look up at Bernard's Bar, you can see a lonely beauty in a window up above. Sometimes all you'd glimpse is her silhouette, other times, you'd see her in full as the window was down. This was one of those times.

Resting on the window seal of her changing room, Alincia had a cigarette in her mouth and an indifferent look in her eyes. In the distance she could see the horizon of the ocean peak through the valley of buildings, while the moon's reflection was cast upon its surface. Opposing it, she could hear the soft grumbles of Alektrios' infinite storm as it continued its endless tumbling.

While she was here physically, mentally, she was... somewhere else. Her mind raced with thoughts of Faysal and the conversation they had earlier. He spoke so highly of her, like he couldn't believe she was stuck in a trash heap like this of all places. And the face he showed when he looked up at her? How it beamed so bright with that stupid grin of his? It was a face she had not seen in a long, long time.

But before she could let herself be swayed by the dumb words of a co-worker, she shook her head dismissively. What did he know anyway, that stupid twerp? So what if she was stuck in this back-end bar? The pay was good, and she had free lodging so long as she kept singing; it seemed like a great deal in her eyes! Did it make her happy? No, not really. But was it better than having her dreams be crushed as she was revealed to be a failure?

Haaah... honestly? She wasn't sure if that was true anymore.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

“Hey! Alincia! Your number's up."

Thankfully, she didn't have to think about it for too long.

Looking over at the door behind her, the vixen's ears and tail both shot up, before resting down. She could already hear the tavern patrons down below, continuing on their drunken conversations and petty spats. Once she took to the stage however, all of that would quiet down into silence. It always did.

Crushing her cigarettes into a nearby ashtray, the vixen walked over towards the mirrors in the employee parlor. No one else was here but her, giving her time to look at herself in her reflection. With her age and physique, she was a beautiful young woman, one to be fawned over romantically... and lusted over like an object. It should make her confident and vivacious!

She felt none of these things.

Dressed in a robe, it covered her from the neck down, obscuring the view of her body beneath. Only her hands and arms were visible, allowing her to move. Once she removed this, ah, the crowd was going to go crazy!

“Okay," said Alincia as she stood up, “Let's get this over with..."

Exiting the parlor room, the vixen headed downstairs and entered the backstage of the bar. Curtains covered her, but she could hear the people outside. The bar had grown louder and louder; Bernard must have broken out the good beer to get everyone up in such a tizzy! Oh well, now it was time to do her job.

Alincia closed her eyes. In the darkness of her mind, she could focus on nothing but the sounds of her audience. Her once stiff and aloof face began melting into something more relaxed and – undeniably – beautiful. Raising her arms, the vixen clutched her shoulders, embracing herself as the will to sing began rising within.

But...

What was this? She was starting to feel... something else. There was a presence here, one that felt out of place amid all the drunkards and fools of the bar. It made Alincia quiver in place, confused by what she was feeling. What was this? It felt powerful... strong... regal... divine.

And then the curtains rolled open.

Before her were the patrons of the tavern, resting around tables and in booths. From what she heard, groups of fishermen had recently returned from a trip, making the bar more packed than usual. To unpack and unwind... yes... she understood that desire.

But amid these bar patrons, there was someone who was out of place. The vixen's blue eyes gazed to the middle of the tavern, where she saw sitting at a booth, a person in a black cloak... a woman in a black cloak. And this black cloak was extravagant. Gold and black, it appeared alien among the drab browns and grays of the pub around her.

Who was she, and what was she doing here? Banard – the owner of the bar – was at this woman's side, speaking to her. The distance was so great however, and there were so many conversations going on, that Alincia couldn't tell what they were saying. Was it important? Tch! Why should she care?

Why did she care?

The vixen wouldn't ponder on it for much longer, as behind her, a piano began to play. At first it was subtle, but with each passing second, it began building towards something. Soon after a guitarist began strumming his instruments along with the pianist. Their tones mixed together, creating music that was slow, beautiful... and yet undeniably sensual. Puffing up her chest, Alincia pointed her nose up to the ceiling, while the music behind her continued on and on. And once the time came, she opened her mouth... and began to sing.

Diamonds are forever~

They are all I need to please me~

They can... stimulate and tease me~

They won't leave in the night

I've no fear that they might desert me!

Fwwwump!

Her cloak fell from her shoulders, drawing immediate gasps of awe, as well as hoots and hollers of desire. Beneath, Alincia was wearing a leotard much like she wore previously, only this one was markedly different. For one, the hips of it were even wider, nearly showing the entire curvature of her butt. However, that's not what attracted the eyes of most of her audience; it was her chest. The uniforms of the bar already had keyhole windows so that the cleavages of the waitresses could be exposed, but this was even wider. The chest of the garment split entirely, making a cutout that revealed the entirety of her breasts! Thankfully, she wore this skimpy black bikini top to cover her chest.

Yes, 'thankfully'.

Exposed to the crowd before her, Alincia's hips began to rhythmically sway along with the music. A grin even spread out on her lips as she felt the energy in the air begin to circulate through her body. Raising her hand, she began stroking her fingers along something invisible... something... phallic. And her singing continued.

Diamonds are forever!

Hold one up and then caress it!

Touch it, stroke it and undress it!

I can see every part

Nothing hides in the heart to huuuuurrt meeee!

Raising her hands up, she closed her eyes as her smile grew wide and beaming.

I don't neeed looooooovveeee!

For what good will love do me?

Diamonds never lie to me!

For when love's goooooooooooonnee!

They'll luster oooonnnn!

Along with Alincia's increase in vibrato and vigor, the music grew loud and bombastic! It echoed throughout the pub, being loud enough to be heard by those traveling outside! All the while, the cries of glee and desire from the audience fueled the vixen like a steam engine from Ash Kingdom! Emboldened, she walked towards the edge of the platform, gazing upon the faces of those star-struck by her, where she continued her dynamic song.

Diamonds are forever!

Sparkling round my little finger!

Unlike men... the diamonds linger;

Men are mere mortals who

Are not worth going to your grave for!

Raising her arms, she clutched her arms, embracing herself as she pulled away. Grinning from cheek to cheek, she toyed with her drunk and lustful audience, leaving them wanting more as her song continued.

I don't need looooooooooovveeee!

For what good will love do me?

For when love's goooooooooooonnee!

They'll luster oooonnnn!

For a brief moment, the music stopped, and Alincia glared forward. That grin was devilish, almost sadistic as it tortured her audience with something they could not have. But her blue eyes were attracted to the distance, gazing over the heads of all those in the bar, where they fell on that mysterious woman in the cloak.

Where she saw her purple eyes gaze back at her.

Diamonds are forever, forever, forever!

Diamonds are forever, forever, forever!

Foorrreeeeeeeveeeeeeeerrrrrrr!

And eeeeeeeeeeveeeeeeeerrrrr!

Alincia's amazing voice echoed throughout the pub, garnering gasps of awe and desire, along with roars of need and attraction! They filled the air like the cries in a stadium, all while the vixen performed a bow... and the curtains closed. What followed next was endless applause as well as demands for more, but she did not budge an inch until she was completely obscured from view.

And then her blue eyes opened.

Straightening up, Alincia stared at the curtains while her captive audience continued applauding. Usually, she'd be the first to turn away, needing a drink and a smoke after her song. Instead, the vixen stood there, seemingly looking at nothing. But, no, that's not true; she was staring at something. Even with this curtain in the way, she could feel the presence of that woman in black. It was like she had her trapped.

Who was she? What was she?

Pat!

“Great performance, Alincia!" said the pianist, snapping her from her trance, “Damn! You really got the bar goin' with that one! Shiiiiiit! I really feel bad for Odette! She's gotta follow that up? It ain't gonna be easy!"

“H-huh? Y-yeah..." she muttered as she turned and picked up her cloak from off the floor, “Look, I'm gonna head to the back and get me something cold to drink."

“Yeah, yeah! You deserve it, Alincia!"

She nodded, her face that typical look of indifference she always wore... but that was just on the outside. Inside, she felt confused... conflicted even. Something was going on within her, and she couldn't put her finger on what that 'something' was. And who was that woman in black? Why did she care so much! Gah!

Right, right... just something cold to drink. Maybe Kanshaw can pour her a good brew... she was gonna need one.

…

Fliick! Sizzzle!

“Fuuuuuuuh...! Haaaaaaaa..."

How many times has she done this? How many times would she do this in the future? Cold alleyway, fingers on fire, a cigarette in her lips; this was as certain as she was to bring the roof down with her music.

Like time and time before, Alincia leaned up against the wall behind her, a cigarette between her lips. Gently she puffed on it, filling the air with the thick scent of tobacco, while her mind was eased of any annoyances and frustrations she was feeling at the moment. Was smoking bad for you? Yes, she was not ignorant to this fact. Did it feel good? Of course it did.

Brushing back some hair from her face, the vixen laxly leaned against the wall behind her as she looked off to the skies overhead. Even though she finished her song an hour or two ago, the bar was still talking about it. They'd probably bring it up tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. Tch... what a bunch of drunkards; getting thrown into a tizzy because some pretty girl objectified herself.

“Haaaah..."

Dropping down, Alincia took a squat with her knees up to her chin, and her cigarette resting between her fingers. A look of disappointment formed on her lips, though she couldn't tell you what it was directed towards. Was she disappointed with her audience for finding her to be so remarkable? Or was she disappointed with herself for still being here?

It was less the former... more the latter...

Were they drunkards? Yes. Were they overly horny for a young woman they could only dream of having? Of course. But did that make them wrong? It wasn't their fault she found it impossible to move on from this place. They were just looking for some entertainment and fun before they had to continue on with whatever life they lived outside of those walls.

“Ffffuuuu... haaaaaaa...!"

Wafting on her cigarette yet again, the vixen closed her eyes as her expression shifted into something more... vulnerable. Dammit, wasn't she smoking and drinking to escape from her issues? What? Were they not good enough anymore? Did she need to go back in there and ask Kanshaw for some moonshine?

Dammit! She blamed this all on Faysal! If he just kept his nose to his own personal business, then Alincia wouldn't be waging this war with herself! Now look at her; the only thing separating her from the homeless winos in the area was age.

“Ffuuuuu... haaaaa...! Shit... I just need to get home... I'll drink there," she muttered whilst flicking her cigarette butt away, “Haaah..." Eeeeeaaaaarrrk! “Huh...? F-Faysal...?"

Alincia turned to face the door where her eyes fell on her co-worker. He looked alarmed, even a bit worried, which further confused the vixen. Approaching him, she said,

“What's wrong?"

“H-huh? Oh... right..." he said as he stepped to the side, “Alincia, I... haah..." he pointed towards the doorway, “Um... Banard wants to see you."

“Wh-what? Why...?" she asked, to which he shrugged his shoulders.

“I don't know, but... it seems pretty serious. I..." he shook his head, “I don't know what he wants."

“Hrrrg...! Shit... just my luck..."

Shaking her head in a show of annoyance, Alincia marched back into the bar. Outwardly, she appeared aloof and annoyed. Inside however, she was just like Faysal; confused and concerned by whatever it was her boss wanted her for. If he expected her to do something demeaning for him, then he was in a world of hurt!

Banard was a man who was as burly as his name sounds. The owner of the bar, he was a beastkin with the ears and tail (and some would say belly) of a bear. He could be gruff, yes, but it was tempered by his jovial personality... and his surprisingly keen eye at business.

Hey, running a bar with music and shows ain't easy.

Coming to his office, Alincia opened the door before her and entered inside. As expected, Banard was at his desk, standing there with a thick cigar between his lips.

“Ah, Alincia! There's my star!" he said, causing her skin to visibly crawl.

“Stop calling me that," she growled as she approached him, “What the hell do you want, Banard? Faysal made it sound serious... whatever 'it' is."

“Oh, right! Heh heh heh... that," he said whilst tossing some ashes into a nearby tray, “Well, I ain't call you up here to hear that wonderful voice of yours. I hear it damn near everyday."

“Baaanaaaaarrrdd..." she growled whilst tapping her foot, “What do you want?"

“Weeeeeelll..."

A cold sweat broke out over the bear's brow, a gesture that did not go by overlooked. Alincia cocked her head, even more confused and alarmed than before. This only got worse when she watched Banard bring his cigar to his lips and take a long puff of it.

“Baaanaaaaarrrrdddd!" Alincia growled, “What the fuck is going on? Why aren't you saying something?"

“Well..." he whispered before looking back at her, “Alincia, I... ahh... fuck... guess the best way to explain things is just to show you. Take a look at this, why don't you?"

He reached away into his shirt pocket, grabbing... a coin. Placing that coin upon his desk, he pushed it forward, causing Alincia to tilt her head. Befuddled, the vixen reached for the coin and picked it up into her hand. It shimmered with a silver color... but not quite. No, this silver coin seemed to have this slight violet hue to it, one that shined in the light of Banard's office.

On its surface there laid the carved side profile of a woman. She had long hair, an elegant face, and a stoic expression. Gently, Alincia stroked her thumb upon the image of this woman, before looking at her boss with a raised eyebrow.

“What is this...?" she asked.

“This? Oh... this is a Platinum Empress," he answered, making her cock her head, “It is the highest form of currency in Alektrios. You could probably live your entire life, and never see one. Hell, I was born in this country, and I ain't never seen one. Shit, I'm older than the Empress herself, and I ain't never seen one of these things until now!"

“What? Are you giving it to me?"

He looked at her as if she was stupid.

“No," he answered, even reaching out to take his coin back, “This was given to me by a very gracious patron. They had but one request..."

Gritting her teeth, Alincia rested her hand on her hip and leaned to the side. He didn't need to tell her what that request was. She was smart enough to figure it out.

“What? Some creepy pervert came in here and paid you off so that I could do... what for him!? Suck his cock? Fuck him!?" she snarled, bile instantly forming in her throat as she gritted her teeth, “Shit, Banard! I knew you could be a slimy asshole sometimes, but this is a new low!"

“It's... not like that!" he snapped back, “And it's not who you think it is... it's... its..." he shook his head, “Look... let's just say that a wealthy woman came into our pub tonight. A very wealthy woman. She was beguiled by your singing tonight, and requested a... private show. She wants you to sing and dance for her."

“What the hell? Tell her to fuck off!" shouted Alincia as she slammed her hands on his desk, “We don't do private shows!"

“Yeah... we don't... unless..." he lifted the platinum coin, “Unless someone pays really fucking good for it. And let's face it, this coin? Shit..." he shook his head, “Do you know what you could do with one of these things?"

“Grrrrrgghh! You fat fucking bear!" she growled, “I know you're my boss, but you're not the one dancing in front of some pervert! Rich woman or not! Couldn't you have at least spoken to me first before you decided to break your own damn rules because... the fucking money's good!?"

Pulling back, Alincia crossed her arms beneath her bosom in a defensive manner and looked away. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so... used. Yes, she sang and danced for a living, but something about this felt so... dirty. Much dirtier than usual.

“Look, I can't force you to do anything," said Banard, “But the woman who wants to see you dance... she's... well... she's not someone I can say no to. No one can say no to her. And it's not just cuz of the money. Look, I know you don't want to do this, and we don't usually do this, but... y-you see this coin?" he raised it again, “This is just what she's given me! She promised to give you whatever it is you asked of her! And... I gotta say... I believe it. If anyone could give you your dreams, it's her!"

“Gltk!? M... my dreams...?" whispered Alincia.

The vixen glared at him in an incredulous manner. All of this felt utterly bizarre. Who was this mysterious woman who could promise her her dreams? Did that not sound like some fantastic fairytale? She tried convincing herself this was the case, but the expression Banard wore felt so... raw. Like he was just as afraid of this mysterious woman as he revered her. It made Alincia ask...

“Who is she...?"

“What?"

“You heard me, Banard!" the vixen snapped, “Who the fuck is this woman that wants me to dance for her!"

“I... haaah..." he shook his head, “No... you wouldn't believe me even if I told you, so... why don't you go and see her yourself. She's waiting in the bar for you. Don't worry, I'll come with you and make sure nothing happens, cuz I know you'll probably skip out if you go in alone."

Was that supposed to make Alincia feel better? Because, ya'know, it only made her feel worse! The vixen even closed her eyes and balled her hands into fists as if she was about to strike her boss down. But when she closed her eyes, she felt it again: that presence.

That powerful... strong... regal... divine... presence.

It was the same force she felt before, during, and after her song.. Whatever it was, it was still in this bar.

Oh no... she wasn't actually considering this, was she? Like, fuck, what if this was just some elaborate trap and Banard was selling her off into some sort of slavery ring?

But on the other hand...

That presence. It called out to Alincia, causing her to twist one way to the other. Hugging herself close, she felt cold shivers rush up and down her spine, requiring the need of a warm blanket to make it all go away. Please, something – anything – to make it go away.

Maybe... maybe...

Shit... she didn't want to do this – she really didn't want to do this... but she did it anyway.

“Fine... fuck!" she growled as she looked away, “At least it's some woman and not a perverted old man. I've had enough of them in my life..." she shook her head, “So, what, I just go to the stage like usual?"

Banard nodded.

“That's all you have to do," he answered, to which Alincia sighed.

“Fuck... grrrh!"

With only parting growls of frustration, the vixen left the room, not even giving her boss time to follow behind her. She was so disappointed with herself; why was she letting this happen? Why was she going on with it? Was she so defeated that she planned to meet this mysterious woman? A woman who – mind you – she still doesn't even trust?

Yes. Yes she was. Alincia had been this defeated for a long, long time. She only acted like she had self-respect, when in all honesty... she was weak.

Weak or not, her footsteps took her to the stage of the bar, the very same one she's stood on for three years now. However, instead of being faced with drunken patrons hollering her name with desire, she was met with nothing. The bar had already been cleaned by the night crew, with all the chairs being placed on tables, the floors having been mopped, and not one bit of trash left on the floor. There was no one here.

No, that's not true. She was here.

Sitting in the only chair that hadn't been cleaned, with the last cup of wine for the night at her side, was that mysterious woman in the black cloak. Even now, her hood had been pulled up, obscuring the view of her face beneath it. Standing there, Alincia gritted her teeth at this woman, before stomping her foot down as she came to the edge of the stage.

“You!" she shouted, “You're the person who paid to see me sing?"

The woman cocked her head... and then spoke.

“Kukukuku... yes. I am."

Alincia's ears twitched, her face turned pale, and her expression became one of awe.

This woman's voice... it was elegant, powerful, charming... rich. Hearing it was like hearing the voice of an angel... a goddess. Never in her life had the vixen heard such a divine sound. Even her own singing paled in comparison to the mere speech of the woman in front of her.

Despite visibly flinching, Alincia was quick to regain a mask of defiance against this mysterious woman. She gritted her teeth and raised her fist, prepared to bark more words and obscenities at her, but the woman reached out for her cup of wine. Bringing it to her lips, she sipped from it in a dainty manner, before placing it back down. She then stood up, and slowly began walking over towards the stage.

Stunned silent, all Alincia could do was watch as the woman approached her. She moved with this flawless and elegant stride that exuded authority, power, and grace, causing the vixen's defenses to crumble. And when she joined her on the stage, the singer came to a sudden realization.

This woman was tall. Well, taller than her, at the very least. She loomed over her with an extra foot of height, casting her in her shadow. Whatever abrasive words the vixen wanted to say, were all stolen as the mysterious woman stood before her.

“What do... you want...?" Alincia ended up asking in a meek manner, her eyes gazing to the side.

“I just want to see you sing and dance," answered the woman, to which Alincia shook her head.

“I... haaah... I don't even know who you are!" said the vixen, making the woman nod.

“Oh... kukukuku... my apologies," replied the woman as she raised her hands to grasp her hood, “Allow me to introduce myself."

And then she pulled it down. She pulled it all down.

Fwwwmp...

The black cloak fell to her ankles, revealing herself in full. She was a woman – mature and regal – one whose body was rich with age and motherhood. Curvaceous in all the right places, her hips were wide and curvy, her shoulders curvy too, but her midsection was narrow and slim. She was like a dancer – not unlike Alincia in fact – but with the grace of a divine woman and the refinement of age.

The clothing she wore found a way to be both exotic and refined – as befitting and aristocrat – but also lewd and erotic – as if for an escort. A long brown skirt that hugged on her wide hips, one that fell all the way to the floor and had this split in its side to flaunt her long, luscious legs. Hell, the split was so high, one could even see her hip!

And this was perhaps the most modest aspect of her attire.

She had nothing covering her shoulders. No shirt, no top, at least, not in the traditional sense. On her arms were detached sleeves, one with a frilly edge at both her wrists and her elbow. And then there was her top. It was almost no better than a bra, being this purple and white bodice that hung close to her chest.

Oh, sorry, not just her chest. Her glorious chest.

It was as bountiful as it was divine; this lofty, busty bosom that radiated life, maturity, and eroticism. Whenever she took a breath, her glorious breasts would expand in perfect sync, raising up and down... up and down... uuuuuupppp... and doooooowwwnnnn. No one – no one – would be able to gaze away from her.

This was perfection. This body was feminine perfection! Rich with age and dedication, motherhood had enhanced a figure that was no doubt flawless in its youth. Her shoulders, her chest, her waist, her hips, her legs, her everything, demanded to be worshiped like the divinity it was.

From her head flowed hair that was silver... and honestly, less like hair. You could confuse it for being a cloud due to its density and hue! At the back, her hair billowed into a ponytail, with a single braid flowing along her neck. At the front, her hair was sleek and curvy, and her bangs were parted open to frame her regal face.

Her regal face.

Her beautiful, heavenly, regal, mature, perfect face. She had sharp eyes, a pointed and curved nose, these elegant, thin lips... and these deep... magnificent... enthralling... electrifying... purple eyes.

Alincia stood there, frozen solid by the woman in front of her as she wore a face of awe. The woman said nothing, instead cocking her head one way, then the other, and back again... before a warm smile appeared on her pink lips.

“I am Empress Astria Alektrios," said the woman, “It is my pleasure to meet you, Alincia."

Alincia flinched and pulled back.

“Y... you!?" she said in utter disbelief, “You're... you're the Empress!?" she shook her head, “N-no! Th... that can't be! Wh... what!?" she then looked away, her hands covering her face in an attempt to defend herself, “What are you doing here!?"

“Kukukukuku... occasionally, I take trips to the Raudian Coast to relax and unwind," she answered, “On this trip, however, I heard a rumor about a singer who works in a bar. They said she had the most wonderful and glorious voice of any singer on the coast. Quite the flattering declaration, would you not agree?"

“Wh-what...?" Alincia mumbled as she looked over to face the Empress, “A... are you talking about... m-me?"

Astria nodded.

“I believe I am," she replied as she stepped closer, “I heard your song in the pub earlier tonight. Kuku... it was wonderful. I cannot remember the last time I heard music so stirring before. You sang with a voice that could stir one's very soul. That is not a skill so easily obtained in the world of music."

“I... wh-what...?" muttered the wolfess as she again raised her hands in an attempt to defend herself, “I can't... I can't believe this! I... th-there's no way that an Empress of this land would be here alone! Y... you'd have to have guards and stuff with you, r-right?"

“Kukukuku... is that really so difficult to believe?" asked Astria.

“I...!" Touch, “Ahh?"

Alincia dropped her arms at her side and looked down with eyes wide. Astria's hands had fallen on the cloak she wore, where she gripped it by its seams. Usually, touching her without permission would garner a strike. But when it came to the Empress, the vixen was stunned in place... and wisely so. Gazing down, she watched as she pulled back on the cloak she wore, freeing it from her body... and then letting it drop.

Fwwwump!

Just like earlier that night, Alincia's cloak fell to her feet, revealing the same attire she wore earlier. She hadn't bothered changing out of it after her number, instead focusing on smoking and drinking. Now her revealing attire was laid before the empress of Alektrios, flaunting the lewd physique of her youthful, supple body beneath.

Alincia looked down, gazing at her own cleavage as if surprised by what she saw. It took a few moments, but she quickly brought her arms up, covering her chest as she looked to the side in a bashful manner. Her demure antics drew chuckles from Astria's lips, drawing the Empress closer.

“Are you naturally shy?" she asked, “You didn't strike me as the shy type with how you performed. Kukukukuku... it makes you so cute."

“I...! Nnghh!"

Alincia was... flustered? She blamed it on Astria's position. If she really was the Empress of Alektrios, then of course she'd feel perturbed by such an mighty force.

Right?

“S-so... wh-what...? Y... you really came all this way down here – a fucking Empress who can have any number of singers sing for her... just to hear me sing?" said Alincia in disbelief as she pointed at herself.

“Kukukuku... that's right," said the Empress, “Again... is that so difficult to believe?"

Alincia dropped her head... and then nodded in a docile manner.

“Well... y-yeah..." she said meekly, even scratching at the back of her head in a sheepish manner, “L-like... like I just said, you're a fucking Empress... y-you can... you can get other singers – actual singers – to perform for you. Not my paltry shit..." her expression then blanked, realizing she had been saying obscenities in front of the Empress of Alektrios, “S-sorry... I shouldn't be..."

“Kukukukuku! Oh no, don't apologize," said Astria as she shook her head, “I don't mind. I actually find your manner of speaking to be a... breath of fresh air."

The Empress' tone was not only regal and rich, but there was this warmth behind it. Looking up at her, Alincia felt a certain level of guidance, one she hadn't experienced in a long time. It was difficult to put her finger on.

But then Astria raised her hand. Gently, the Empress of Alektrios placed her palm upon Alincia's cheek. Again, such a touch – especially such a close touch – would be caused for retaliation. The vixen had not given her the permission to touch her! But she did not feel uncomfortable, nor did she feel anger.

This touch was so warm. This touch was so passionate. This touch was so inviting. This touch? Aah... this was a mother's touch.

Astria gently stroked her palm along Alincia's cheek, even danced her thumb along her nose... and lips. The vixen remained there, shuddering beneath her touch, but trying to stifle her groans through clenched teeth. It wasn't working all too well. Fortunately... no... unfortunately, the empress pulled away her hand, liberating her from her touch.

“I rented the entire venue for a private show," said Astria, “I do hope you intend on giving me a good performance."

“You... hnn... p-paid so much," said Alincia with a shake of her head, “Was... was that all really necessary?"

“Kukukuku... money is of no object to me," she stated whilst turning and walking away, “I could buy this entire block of Milos, and no one could stop me. Honestly... I could buy Milos as a whole, and transform it into a beach-side castle."

“Well... I-I mean... you technically own it already... it is in your land..." mumbled Alincia, causing Astria to chuckle.

“Yes... I suppose you are right," Astria said rhetorically as she glanced over at the vixen.

Continuing on, the Empress walked over to the bench on the stage, the one that sat in front of the piano. For such a dingy, backwater bar, the piano they had was rather grand and charming. This was all due to their pianist, Jorge, who absolutely adored it.

Placing her hand upon its smooth, onyx surface, Astria smiled and nodded, before pushing it open to reveal the ivory keys within. Idly, she tapped one then another, testing the piano and sending its tones throughout the silent bar.

Alincia brought her eyes up, watching as the Empress casually danced her fingers upon the piano's keys. She wasn't even trying to play any music, and yet her movements were flawless and refined. The way she toyed with the instrument showed a prior history with it from eyesight alone; Astria knew what she was doing. It was almost beautiful in its special – though odd – sort of way.

“S-so... wh... what do you want me to sing...?" asked Alincia as she walked up behind the empress, causing her to look over her shoulder.

“Hmm... good question. I'm not really sure," replied Astria, making the vixen flinch.

“Wh... what do you mean?" she asked, to which the empress chuckled.

“When you sang before, it affected the very hearts and souls of those in the bar," she stated, “It was an erotic song, comparing a man and his... ahem... member, to that of a diamond. I assure you, after your performance, many men and women will return to their bedrooms looking for some relief. Kukukukuku~"

“I... uuh..."

“You performed with such bombastic energy," Astria continued on, “It was authoritative, sensual. A declaration that you need no one else but the objects you fancy. Kukukukuku! That's why I find it so humorous that the same young woman on stage mere hours ago, is the same bashful young woman beside me now. Hm... tell me, Alincia, do you feel yourself transform when you take the stage?"

“I...!"

Gritting her teeth, the vixen palmed the side of her head. She could feel her defiant and abrasive nature start to rise. She even wanted to shout at Astria, regardless of her higher position. But when she looked at the Empress of Alektrios, she saw that same warm, motherly smile. It quelled the vixen, whose body slumped over as she walked to the bench the empress sat upon.

“May I...?" she mumbled.

Astria nodded.

“Of course," she answered whilst sliding over.

Thanking her silently, Alincia sat down at her side. Again, the difference in their height was palpable, causing the vixen to look at her empress in a demure manner. The radiance of regal power and motherly love, was like an aura one could not hope to free themselves from. It drew in the vixen, who did not stop until their hips were touching.

Was this too close? Had she overstepped a boundary? Alincia looked down, only to quickly look back up. Astria was smiling at her.

“I um... I... I do feel myself transform when I get on stage," said the vixen as she took in a deep breath, “I... I like... n-no... I love singing. Singing and dancing... it makes me feel so... haah... feel so..." she shrugged her shoulders, “Strong, I guess... damn..." then she looked away, “Gh... I must sound like some fucking idiot."

“Kukukuku~ no, I wouldn't say so," said Astria as she reached down.

Placing her hand on Alincia's thigh, the vixen's body ruffled from her toes to the tips of her ears. Without anything on her legs to cover them, she felt the Empress' touch directly. Those smooth, flawless, divine hands, were palming her shapely thigh. Haaha... it was so warm.

“I like to sing too," said Astria, “I believe it's a skill that runs in my family. All seven of my daughters enjoy singing, though when it comes to dancing... kukukuku... well... it varies between them all! If I may be so bold... your dancing skills are remarkable."

“I... um..." she nodded, “Th-thanks, Empress Astria."

“Oh... don't be so bashful," said the empress as she reached up to stroke the vixen's chin, “You're a very beautiful young woman, Alincia. In fact, I'd say you're too beautiful to be stuck here," leaning in, she cocked her head, “You should be performing in opera houses and theaters... not in back-alley pubs."

“I... hnnn...!"

All day, people had questioned her about her choice to stay at Banards. First Faysal, then herself, and now the Empress of Alektrios? Why did it matter if she wanted to throw her life away and keep singing in this shithole? Was it not her choice? Why did everyone care so much!?

Alincia's hand tightened into a fist and she scrunched her face up. Blood pumping through her veins, she came close to shouting at the Empress; perhaps closer now than ever before! Astria saw this, Astria knew this... but Astria was not deterred by this. Slowly she reached down, grabbing Alincia's hand into her own. Fingers sliding between fingers, she clutched the vixen's hand, interlocking their grasp. And though she was hesitant, the vixen squeezed back as her once intense expression melted.

“You're scared, aren't you?" asked Astria, making Alincia shudder.

“S-so what if I am...?" the vixen stammered back, “I... I've been... I..." she shook her head, “There's plenty of singers who are far better than me. Prettier, more talented, better dancers. And every day, they're cast to the wayside. Maybe some get lucky and become the pet to some rich lord or whatever, but making it into show business it's..." she shook her head, “It's ruthless... cutthroat... and... I don't think I'm up for it."

“Is that true? Did you ever try?"

“I...!"

Alincia's voice trailed off, then her head fell over in a defeated slump. Nodding, Astria released her hold on the vixen's hand so that she could bring her fingers back to the piano before her. At first she played a few keys, but then the rhythm and melody of a song began to pick up. With deft and talented fingers, the Empress of Alektrios played a slow yet stirring song. It caused Alincia to feel something she hadn't experienced in a long, long time.

Shame.

“You were so afraid of failure, that you gave up on even the slight chances of success," said Astria, making the dancer look back up, “Haaah... I cannot judge. I was in a position much like yours decades ago..."

“It's... frightening," said Alincia in an earnest manner, “I didn't give up right away. Even for a short while, I traveled with a dancer's troupe. I tried, I really did but..." she shook her head, “It was safer here... even if it wasn't what I wanted to do in life."

“Hm..." Astria nodded, “Alincia, dear..." and then turned to face her, “Are you ready? I would like my performance now."

“R-right... but..." she raised an eyebrow, “What should I sing?"

“Hmmm... just sing something that appeals to my soul," said the Empress, shaking Alincia in place.

“But how will...?" said the vixen, her voice trailing off in confusion.

Astria didn't answer her, instead shaking her head as a smile spread on her lips. It was a knowing look, one that told Alincia everything she needed to know. While hesitant, the vixen stood up from the bench and looked away, where she gazed out towards the bar.

It was still empty. She and the Empress of Alektrios were all alone. So... why did it feel like this was going to be the most difficult performance of her life? Was it because she had to sing for Astria: the ruler of this land?

No.

She had to sing for someone else. She had to sing for the one person who she could never get the ear of. She had to sing for the one person who could actually control her life. She had to sing for...

For...

“O... okay..." whispered Alincia as she took in a deep breath, “Haaah... I know... I know what to do..."

“Kukukuku... lovely," said Astria as she placed her fingers on the piano once again, “I'll play for you."

Ding... Ding! Ding... Ding!

It was soft at first, but it played in a way that appealed to Alincia. Somehow, the Empress already knew what it was she was feeling. It took the vixen by surprise, but she took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her expression shifted, changing into something more relaxed as the world around her ceased to matter.

No, that's not true. She wasn't alone in the world; her Empress was with her. So...

Alincia began to sing.

We don't... do the same drugs no more...

We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more...

'Cause she don't... do the same drugs no more...

We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more...

There was a melancholic tone to Alincia's voice, one that sounded mournful... regretful. It filled the air, and if one were to hear it, they'd feel themselves be transported back in time to younger, simpler days. And as the words flowed from the vixen's lips, she slowly walked towards the piano, where her hand stroked along its side.

When did you change?

Wendy, you've aged.

I thought you'd never grow up,

I thought you'd never...

Window closed... Wendy got old.

I was too late, I was too late,

A shadow of what I once was...

As she sang, Astria began playing the piano at a quicker tempo. The building music still sounded as melancholic as Alincia's voice, but it was starting to shift. Something about it was growing stronger, as the passion of the past and of the vixen, began to reverberate throughout the pub.

Cause we don't do the same drugs no more!

We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more!

She don't... laugh the same way no more...

We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs--

_ Do the same drugs no more! _

Alincia paused; that was not her voice.

Looking over, her eyes fell on Astria. Finishing the last part of the chorus for her, the Empress of Alektrios gazed at the vixen, a warm, comforting smile on her face. It was brief, but the sound of her voice in such melodic tones was like listening to a goddess. It left Alincia flummoxed, but being the skillful singer she was, she continued on.

Where did you go? Asked Alincia as she faced Astria.

_ Why did you stay? _ Replied the goddess, a taunting smirk on her lips.

You must have lost your marbles. Replied Alincia, before they sang together,

You were always so forgetful.

In a hurry. Sang the vixen as she came over to sit on the piano's surface.

_ Don't wait up! _

I was too late, I was too late.

A shadow of what I once was...

Cause we don't, we don't...

_ Do what we say we're gonna! _

You were always perfect...

_ And I was only practice _ .

Don't you miss the days, _ stranger? _

Don't you miss the days?

_ Don't you miss the daaaangeerrrr? _

What started off as a solo performance, transformed into a duet. Despite their differences in age, status and even species, Astria and Alincia bounced off one another with perfect symmetry. If one were to walk in on them now, they'd believe that the two had practiced this song for days, if not months!

When the vixen looked over, her blue eyes met Astria's purple ones. The glow within them was overwhelming, enthralling, mesmerizing. When she gazed upon her Empress, Alincia felt the warmth of a parent, even though she was not her mother. It instilled the vixen with a sense of confidence, pushing her to continue this duet they shared.

We don't ( _We don't__ ) do the same drugs no more ( Do the same drugs no more )_

We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more.

I don't. ( _We don't__ ) Do the same drugs no more. ( Do the same drugs no more )_

We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more!

We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs...

Astria's voice trailed off; she was no longer singing with her. There was also a pause, as neither did Alincia sing. All that echoed throughout the bar was the Empress' piano as the once powerful and passionate music, shifted back into being melancholic and introspective. And 'introspective' was the word.

Rising to her feet, Alincia walked away from the piano, and even turned away from Astria. The music was still echoing in her ears, still flowing, but the vixen was no longer performing. No, her soul had finally been freed, and it was going to finish the rest of this song for her.

Don't forget the happy thoughts.

All you need is happy thoughts.

The past tense, past bedtime.

Way back then when everything we red was real,

And everything was real fine.

Wide-eyed kids being kids-

Why did you stop?

What did you do to your hair?

Where did you go to end up right back here?

When did you start to forget how to flyyyyy?

And...

It all struck Alincia, all at once! She came to a halt, frozen solid in the middle of the stage. For a moment, the vixen looked around in a circle as if trying to orient herself with reality. But then her head slowly turned, where she faced Astria behind her. The Empress was still playing the piano, but it had changed. No longer was it melancholic, nor was it just passionate, but it was triumphant! The now thunderous and bombastic music echoed throughout the bar and bounced back into Alincia's ears. Despite this, the vixen let her head drop, while Astria brought her fingers to a stop.

Closing her eyes, a few tears slipped down the singer's eyes. Behind her, she heard Astria close the piano shut, and stand up from its bench. Walking over, the heels of the empress clicked along the floor, before coming to a halt behind the vixen. She then raised her hands and placed them upon the vixen's shoulders.

“Alincia," she whispered, sending shudders down her spine.

“Astria..." she whimpered back, before raising her arm against her eyes, “Wh-why are you here? Huk! I don't believe that you came here just to hear me sing..." Touch, “Aaah..."

Reaching around, the Empress placed her hand on Alincia's cheek, then turned her around so that the two could look at one another. The vixen stood there, shuddering in place while her blue eyes gazed to the side. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to look Astria in the eye.

But the Empress was a firm woman. Clutching her cheek, she guided her so that their eyes had no choice but to look at one another. For several moments, the empress and vixen gazed at one another. Astria then took a step forward, separating the gap between them. Their breasts were touching, the empress' hand was on her cheek, and their other hands were now holding upon one another.

When she looked up, she watched as Astria's majestic purple eyes shifted into a more hungry gaze of desire. Gently, she guided the vixen's hand over, where she placed it upon her hip. With the slit in her dress, her hand touched flesh directly. So smooth... so flawlessly; Alincia had never touched a body this remarkable before. At first, she hesitated... but then she gave her curvy side a tight squeeze.

“Nnnmphh~"

The soft moan that passed through Astria's lips, caused the vixen to stiffen in place. What was she even doing? She was touching the Empress' hip? She was squeezing the Empress' hip!? And the Empress was touching her back, stroking her cheek... and then guiding her thumb along her lips. It was the same touch as before, and like before--

“Haahhaah~"

Alincia gave a shuddering moan she attempted to stifle... only to fail in doing so. The Empress' touch was gentle with her, almost like she was handling a fragile object. It guided the vixen in, bringing her close until their faces were mere centimeters away from one another. She was breathing in the same air as the ruler of Alektrios, and it sent shivers down her spine.

“Astria," she whimpered, “Why are you here?"

The Empress' face shifted. For a few moments, that look of hungry desire, morphed into a beaming smile that only a mother could give. Her eyes even closed shut and her head tilted to one side. But when her eyes reopened, Alincia quivered in place. There in her mesmerizing purple gaze, were the bolts of lightning. They surged through Astria's eyes, almost like a storm laid within them.

A storm. An infinite storm.

“You're a very beautiful young woman, Alincia," Astria whispered, “You remind me of my daughters. What you need is guidance. What you need is a mother. What you need is me. Nmmph~ mmmmfff~"

“Nnnmmmm!? Nmmmmm..."

Astria's lips...

Met Alincia's lips...

In the center of the stage, the Empress kissed the vixen, pressing their thin lips together. The vixen grew as still as a statue, even quivered a few times like she'd jump out of her own skin. She couldn't believe it; she was kissing the Empress of Alektrios! Or, well, the Empress of Alektrios was kissing her.

“Haahahahaha~~~!"

Under Astria's guidance...

No...

Under Astria's control, Alincia's mouth was parted open. The vixen shuddered, her face scrunching up, while the Empress' head tilted to one side. With slow, sensual skill, she pushed her tongue into the singer's awaiting mouth, tasting from her.

Mmm... it was sweet... young... with the harsh tang of tobacco.

Alincia remained frozen still, but that did not stop Astria in the slightest. Her tongue delved in deeper, where it began brushing along the vixen's tongue. She was talented too. She danced her tongue along her own, causing them to slide, grind, and twisted around one another. The more they kissed, the hotter Alincia became. And the hotter Alincia became, the bolder she grew.

She squeezed upon Astria's hip again, feeling the plumpness of her skin fill through the cracks of her fingers. Her body held firm, but there was also a softness to it when she squeezed hard enough. Up and down, Alincia began to idly stroke her hand along the empress' thigh and hip, even curling around to cup her wide and shapely ass.

From touch alone, the vixen could tell that Astria's body was flawless. That is, if her mind could think. With how the Empress was kissing her – their tongues dancing with a lewd desire – she found her thoughts being stolen before they could enter her brain.

“Mmff! Clik! Nmmph~! Slik! Nmmph!"

“Mmm! Chu! Mmmn~! Slrp! Nmmmffuaaah~! Hah~ Hah~ Haa~"

The lewd sounds of their make out session was a song all its own, one broken when Astria pulled their lips apart. Panting softly, Alincia felt her legs quiver as the strength in her body suddenly gave out.

“Aah~!"

Grab!

But before she could fall, the vixen was caught in the arms of the Empress. Gently, Astria guided her hands beneath Alincia's neck and legs, where she then lifted her up. It took the vixen by surprise. She was dainty, yeah, but that didn't mean she was lightweight! If anything, Alincia saw herself as having a more tomboyish physique! But Astria lifted her up nonetheless, almost as if she were a child.

Held bridal style, Alincia reached out for the Empress, placing her hand upon her cheek. A soft chuckle left Astria's lips, who looked back down to meet her gaze. She was so attracted to her, that the vixen could gaze nowhere else as she was brought over towards the piano... and rested upon its smooth, black surface.

“Aaaahh~"

Above her, Astria pinned her down beneath her body. Alincia laid there, gazing up at the Empress who moved to straddle her hips. Sitting upright, Astria placed her hands to the back of her head and pushed out her chest, flaunting her body before the captive vixen, while she tossed up her hair a few times.

Seeing her pose so bombastically, her voluptuous curves there for the ogling, with this beaming yet lewd smile on her face, sent a rush of heat through Alincia's body. For the first time in a long time, the vixen felt apprehensive... even a bit shy. Her cheeks were red, she gave out soft whimpers, and she looked up at the Empress in a demure manner. She almost felt like a virgin again.

This did not go by unnoticed.

“Are you okay?" asked Astria, her tone both taunting and genuine.

“I... um... I..." Alincia mumbled back before prodding her fingers together, “I've... never... b-been with another... g-girl before... j-just kissing you w-was... was like..." she closed her eyes, “Like... fuck... it was my first time or whatever..."

“Kukukukuku... it's okay," said Astria.

Reaching down, the Empress placed her hands on Alincia's cheeks, clutching them. Eyes opening back up, the vixen gazed into those purple eyes that surged with electricity, and the warm smile on Astria's face. Under her guidance, she was brought in for another kiss, their lips melding together in perfect harmony with one another.

When their tongues started grinding once more, Alincia realized that it was okay to have not kissed a girl before; it was okay to have not been with a girl before. Why? Because, really, she had no power in this situation whatsoever. Astria was going to be her guide, and teach her everything she needed to know.

“Chu!"

“Pop!"

When their lips parted, their tongues hung from their mouths, creating this lewd bridge of spittle that hung between the two. Astria was quick to slurp it up and giggle, while Alincia remained in a daze-like state of pleasure. Resting back down on the piano's surface, she reached up to grab something – anything – for fear that she'd float away. Of course, her hands fell upon the Empress' hips, gripping them firm while her blue eyes drank in the erotic curves of her motherly body once again.

“Kukukukuku~!"

Astria giggled, basking in the gaze of the young vixen beneath her. It felt good knowing that her mature body was being lusted over not just by younger men, but by younger women as well. The way Alincia laid there, her mouth agape and eyes wide, told the Empress everything she needed to know without a single word. The vixen even began traveling her hands up, stroking them along her sides, and upon her stomach.

“Did you... really have seven daughters?" she said in disbelief. Astria laughed.

“Perhaps you can meet them someday," she replied.

“I... I um... I dunno," Alincia mumbled, “Like... I... I think that'll be a bit awkward..."

Again Astria laughed, this time in a more boisterous manner. Alincia meanwhile, blushed even more than before, to the point that she palmed her face as if that would deflect some of the embarrassment she felt! The vixen remained this way for a few moments, and only worked up the courage to move away her hand when the empress stopped laughing.

Gazing up, she watched as Astria gazed down upon her with a soft smile on her lips and her chest pushed out... while her hands slid around to her back. The top she wore had the unenviable task of containing the Empress' royal bust. With how thin it was, if she so much as jumped too high, her breasts would be exposed. All she needed to do to free them properly was undo the belt-like strap that held it together...

Clink!

And her top would fall free.

PLAP! FWUMP!

“Hnmnnngk!?"

Alincia nibbled softly on her bottom lip.

Fuck what she thought before. Astria's breasts weren't glorious; they were simply divine.

Though largely exposed before, there was a difference between a lewd amount of cleavage, and actually seeing her tits in the nude. With luscious curves and a rather perky form despite her age, her breasts owned this erotic shape that was impossible to gaze away from. Her skin too lacked any blemish, any flaw, and reflected the light of the bar around them. Capped with hard and pink nipples, the sight of these tits made Alincia's mouth water with desire.

Again, the lewd look she garnered sent thrills down Astria's spine. Raising her arms, she crossed them beneath her chest, giving them a lift... before squeezing her breasts outright for the vixen's viewing pleasure. A shudder traveled through Alincia's body at the sight, and instinctive lust made her raise her hands up... and place them on her tits.

Plap! Plap!

“Aaah~~!"

“Krraaahh~"

Alincia's hands were so sweaty. Alincia's hands were so needy. Alincia's hands were so feisty!

Without hesitation, the young vixen began groping her Empress' tits with so much power; so much vigor! Her fingers sank into her bosom, learning of their pliability! They were somehow both soft yet firm, much like her ass and hip before. With a mighty clutch, she began rolling her fat tits around and around in circles, where she swore she felt something slosh about within.

Was that her... milk?

Placing her hands on Alincia's wrists, Astria made sure that the vixen continued groping her breasts for as long as she desired. Her fingers were smooth and soft, her nails sharp, and her grip strong. Feeling such raunchy hands toy with her tits, drew moans of passion and desire from the Empress' thin lips.

But there's only one thing to do when such amazing tits are hanging out before you, right?

Sitting upright, the vixen's head drifted close to Astria's bosom, and her groping came to a halt. Her blue eyes were locked on her nipples, and she could gaze nowhere else! Reaching down as her moaning lifts shifted into a passionate smile, the Empress reached down, placed her hand upon the back of Alincia's head, and began ushering it forward.

“Go ahead..." she whispered, “Suckle from me."

“Nnnmph~~~!"

“Aaaahh~!"

Alincia's head dove in, and her mouth opened up. Wrapping her lips around one of Astria's nipples, the vixen's tongue began lapping and licking at her pristine flesh. The taste of sweat off her body was like tasting some sweet kind of spice. It was amazing, and drew her in even deeper. Her mouth captured so much titty into it, her tongue swirled and twirled around her nipple and areola, and spit slipped from the creases of her lips.

She was so hungry! So ravenous! She suckled on Astria's tit like a baby looking for nutrition! And her efforts would be rewarded.

“Nnghh~! Krrrhnn~! Krraaahh ~~~keep sucking~ keeeep suuucckiinng~~~ Krraaaahh~~~!"

Sprrrrrttiizzzz!

“Nnmmmph~!?"

Alincia's eyes grew wide. All that sloshing she felt when she groped Astria's tits? That wasn't for show.

On the vixen's mouth fell milk. The Empress' royal breast milk. It had this warmth to it, and this creamy texture... but it was the taste that was greatest of all. It was sweeter than sugar, sweeter than honey, sweeter than anything Alincia had ever tasted in her life... and it carried with it this familiar feeling.

Oh... yes... she did something like this once so long, long ago.

As this wave of nostalgia washed over her, the vixen clutched upon Astria's bosom, pushing more of her nipple and tit into her mouth. At the same time, her suckling grew in strength and speed, nursing from her milky bosom in earnest. Delicious spurt after delicious spurt of creamy milk flowed right into her awaiting mouth, not only imbuing her with its perfect taste, but also drawing moans from her muffled lips.

“That's it... kukukuku~ that's it... krraaaaahh~ keep sucking... nnn~ keep sucking like a good girl."

Astria's words flowed into Alincia's ears, sounding better than any song she could possibly sing. She even clutched the back of the vixen's head, her fingers stroking through her hair as she nuzzled her closer to her milky bosom. Her other hand stroked up her own body, where she grabbed her free tit and squeezed it. Groping herself, the Empress of Alektrios caused her other bosom to leak milk, which streaked down her tit and fell upon the surface of the piano beneath them.

To think this would happen today. Astria, sitting on her lap, her breasts free and nude, while she nursed from her plump nipples. The thought of it alone was enough to send desire and lust through Alincia's body, so what do you think it felt like to actually be living this moment? She almost wanted to cum on the spot.

The vixen embraced her Empress, hugging her more, not wanting this closeness they shared to leave her. Not now... not ever again. The warmth she got from Astria was unlike any warmth she's ever experienced. It was better than a fire, better than blankets, better than the sun on a warm Saturday morning.

But she could not nurse from her tits forever. Begrudged though it may be, Alincia's stomach soon grew full. When it did, Astria reached down and clutched her cheeks. Drawing the vixen up, she pulled her lips away from her tits with a loud and lewd 'Pop!', and guided her up towards their face.

“Nmmph~"

“Mmmm~"

Their lips met in another kiss, tongues dancing as they swapped spit and milk. The taste they shared had been enhanced by the addition of Astria's breast milk, drawing louder moans from Alincia. Tilting her head, she deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue as deep into the Empress' mouth as she could. Likewise for the ruler, who quickened the tempo of their kiss, causing it to grow more frenetic.

Gripping Astria's hips, the vixen began groping her body with a renewed sense of vigor. She squeezed her sides, then came up to squeeze her tits again, feeling her milk drizzle down its curvature and along her fingers. She even went so far to tweak her nipples and flick them, making the Empress giggle.

Pop!

Chu!

But their lips parted soon after, allowing the vixen to breathe. Her expression dazed, she read the soft smile of motherly lust that sat on Astria's face... and watched as the Empress reached out for her. Placing her hands upon Alincia's chest, she sank her fingers into the young woman's bust, drawing a groan from her lips. Her perky tits were nowhere near as large as Astria's bust, but that didn't make her bosom any less remarkable. They were nice and firm, springy and bouncy, and a cup size or two larger than average. A lovely set of tits, for a lovely young woman.

“Aaaahh~ Haaaah~~~ aaahh~ Fuck... nnghh~ Shit!" groaned Alincia as she fell back upon the surface of the piano.

Astria... knew how to touch a woman's body.

The fingers of the Empress traveled with grace, authority, and power. She took control over Alincia's body, groping her tits, clutching her tits, and rolling her tits around and around and around. Biting into her bottom lip, the vixen's fangs sank into flesh as stifled moans left her.

If it wasn't clear before, then it was now; her nipples were hard! The thin, bikini-like top she wore, did a poor job of covering her erect nipples. They poked through the surface like little towers, showing her endless arousal... and desire.

“Nnmnmph~ naughty, naughty girl," said Astria as she gripped the thin straps of her bikini-like top, “Wearing such lewd clothes. Kraaah~ hahah ha!"

Slipping her fingers beneath the straps of Alincia's bikini, the Empress began tugging them back... only to release them and let them fly back with a loud--

Snap!

“Aaah~!"

It sent jiggles through the vixen's tits, a sight that Astria watched with unflinching eyes. But the Empress did not finish there. Reaching under those straps again, she hooked her fingers... and tugged them apart.

“Aaah..."

There... revealed to Astria was Alincia's perky tits in full. Their bouncy shape, their respectable size, their youthful firmness; it was all there for the taking. And if there's one thing Empress Astria knew how to do, it's take.

Leaning forward, she pinned the vixen beneath her voluptuous and motherly form. The way she moved, it was like the Empress was a feline stalking its prey. Watching as she came closer, Alincia shuddered, wondering what she was going to do next.

“Mmmf... chu... mmmfff... chu..."

“Haaah~!"

Oh, that's what.

Pursing her lips, Astria planted soft kiss after soft kiss upon the vixen's cheek. Each one made Alincia melt more and more, her mouth opening as she gave out sensual moans to the pub around them. But the Empress did not stop at merely kissing her cheek. Moving down, she kissed upon Alincia's chin, even gave it a soft bite, before continuing with her travel.

Kiss after kiss, lick after lick; she left the vixen's body shuddering from the assault of love and desire she showed her. And then--

Plap!

“Aaah!?"

She dove her face right between Alincia's tits.

Whereas the vixen was slow and cautious when it came to Astria's bosom, the same could not be said for the Empress. She was controlling... domineering even. She nuzzled against Alincia's bosom with this odd combination of care and possessiveness, a touch that drew cries of bliss from her lips! Astria's face was as wonderful as her hand! Feeling her nose, her lips, her cheeks, all brush against her firm tit-flesh, had the vixen shaking left and right! Her ears and tail were even wagging against the piano's surface!

Left and right, her tits shook upon Astria's face, before being caught into her hands. Purple nails sank into her smooth tit-flesh, scratching soft lines upon them. The Empress even toyed with her areola with her sharp nail, before poking her nipple... and flicking.

“Ah~!?"

“Kukukukukuku!"

As Alincia recoiled from the flick, the Empress gripped her tits with her hands. Squeezing them, she held her breasts in place and pointed her nipples up towards the air. The vixen gazed down and a groan flowed through her lips, where her eyes met Astria's. A lurid smirk laid on her lips, her purple eyes cackled, and her face started descending dooowwwwnn.

“Slick!"

“Aaah~!?"

Astria's tongue stroked along the vixen's bosom, flicking her nipple, and making it jiggle. A sharp gasp left her lips, stunned by the lash. But the Empress did not stop there. Extending her tongue again, she--

“Slick!

“Aaahhh~~!"

Another flick fell upon her nipple, making it jiggle just as hard as before! The Empress' tongue was not only strong, but it also felt so amazing. Like moist leather, it struck at the vixen's tits with great strength. And it was only getting stronger.

“Slick! Slick! Lick! Slick! Slip!"

“Ahh~! Haah~! Ah! Hah! Ha~! Ah~! Hahh~!"

Astria's assault was relentless! Licking and lashing and slapping Alincia's nipple with her tongue; again and again and again! The vixen twisted and flinched, her body writhing upon the piano's surface as her tit was plastered with spit! But the Empress did not stop there. Locking her purple eyes on her young lover's other nipple, she moved over, opened her mouth, and--

“Nmmmph..."

“Aaahhh~~~!"

With the same lewd hunger that Alincia showed before, Astria captured her nipple into her mouth. He sucking was firm as it drew on her nipple with enough pressure to stretch the vixen's tit out, giving her more flesh to taste upon. Deep, womanly moans of hunger left her lips, filling the air... only to be drowned out by Alincia's louder gasps and groans.

From one tit to the other, Astria would alternate her oral assault. She'd pop off the nipple she sucked on, then moved over to the other, lashing upon it with a few strikes of her tongue... only to return to sucking on the other. Again and again, she'd jump from one nipple to the other, not stopping until the vixen's bosom was completely drenched with spit!

Her back arched, Alincia offered more of her breasts to her Empress, not wanting this pleasure to stop! And being the gracious ruler she was, Astria showered her devout citizen with the pleasure she deserved. Each lick, each suckle, each nibble, had the vixen's body twisting one way and the other. It was so great, that she bit upon a curled finger hard, attempting to release some of the tension she was feeling.

“Nmmmph~~ nnnpphh~ do you want to cum?" asked Astria in a taunting manner between suckles to her tits.

“Yess~ yees~ yes yes yessss~!" cried Alincia, her expression pathetic and desperate as she looked down upon her Empress' head, “I want to cum ~~~! I want to cuummmm~~~!"

“Mmmnnph... such delicious breasts you have," the Empress continued on, her eyes looking down as she began groping her tits outright, “So firm... big for your age too. Nmmph~ so young... haaah..."

Flick!

“Aaah~!"

“Kukukuku... and you have such sensitive reactions," Astria cooed.

“Please, my Empresss ~~~! Pleeaasseeee~" Alincia groaned, panting in desperate need as she stared into Astria's purple eyes, “Let me cum~~~ let me cummm~!"

“Kukukuku! Naughty girl wants to cum. Haaah~ okaaayyyyy! But..." she raised a finger, “Under one condition."

“Yes, yes! Anything!"

“Kukuku... I want to see how limber you are," Astria whispered, “Lift up your legs. Draw them up."

“Yes, yes yes~! Anything! Anything~!"

So driven by lust as Alincia, that she did as she was told without hesitation. Lifting up her legs, she grabbed them beneath her knees, and bent them back high. The vixen's flexibility was impressive, as her ankles were next to her head, and her pelvis was completely exposed to Astria.

The leotard she wore did very little to hide her pussy. In fact, it clung so close to her body, that one could see her labia peek out from behind it! She was so wet, her cunt was bright, making her already thin garment appear sheer.

“Kukukuku... good girl," Astria whispered as she placed a hand upon Alincia's thigh.

“Aaah~"

The vixen shuddered then bit into her bottom lip. Leaning her head back, she focused on the soft and sensual touch of her empress. Around and around and around in circles, Astria rubbed her thigh... before bringing her hand back and giving it a swift--

Smack!

“Aaah~!"

The strike sent quivers through her taut thighs, followed by a taunting laugh from the Empress. Resting alongside the vixen, Astria danced her fingers over towards her crotch... and then stroked her pussy with her fingers.

“Nngghhh~~~!"

Jolts were sent roaring through Alincia's spine. Her leotard was so thin, she practically felt Astria touch her directly! Those talented and taunting fingers, suddenly curled inward, where they began grinding against her labia folds. The touches caused the vixen's fangs to sink hard into her bottom lip, followed by flaring nostrils as she took hard, deep breaths.

“Good girl~" cooed Astria, “Aaah... your pussy is so wet... look at how your juices are flooding~"

“Aaaahh~! Haah~! Ha~ haa~"

“Kukukuku... yes yes... sing... just like that..."

Sliding her fingers beneath Alincia's leotard, the Empress of Alektrios pulled it aside, exposing her pussy. Eyes swelling in size, the vixen could feel the cool air of the pub grace her hot, throbbing, moist folds. It was pink, with pubic hairs hanging above it. Was it shaven? Well... a little! Look, it wasn't a bush! But... it wasn't clean either. It was natural. Yeah, that's the best way to describe it. Natural brown pubic hair.

“Aaah~!?"

Placing her hands upon the sides of Alincia's pussy, the Empress' thumbs began to tug at her folds... and then pry them apart. Sharp gasps left the vixen's mouth, but Astria did not stop! Her purple eyes gazed down into the pink tunnel that was her pussy, watching as juices oozed about with strands that fell and streaked out of her.

Embarrassment funneled through Alincia. What the hell was she even doing!? Laying on her back, her ankles next to her head while she exposed her pussy to the Empress of Alektrios!? What the hell was even going on!?

“Slurrrp!"

“HOH~!?"

NEVERMIND!!!

Alincia's head jerked up. With one flick, Astria brushed her tongue along the vixen's sweltering folds. The stroke was precise as it ran from the bottom of her pussy, all the way up to her clit in one fell swoop! Speaking of her clit, it throbbed and twitched, sending jolts rushing down the vixen's spine.

“Kukukukuku... slrrrrrrp!"

“Haahaah ~~! Aaahh~~~!"

Again, Astria licked her pussy, this time pressing her tongue to Alincia's folds hard. Juices bubbled around her pink muscle, where it oozed down into her mouth. Closing her lips, the Empress moaned as she swallowed down the brunette's tasty fluids... which only made her long for more. So...

“Slick! Slurp! Lick! Lick! Slick!"

“Gah~! Haah~! Ah~! Oh~! Haah~!"

Keeping her legs raised and pussy exposed, Alincia laid there, enduring lick after lick upon her hot, throbbing cunt. Astria's tongue moved in a way both powerful, yet gentle. She knew how to please another woman, and was using a mere fraction of her skill to do so. Putting it lightly, if she wanted to make the vixen cum, she would make the vixen cum. And Alincia knew this! Even in her frazzled mind, she knew she was nothing but a plaything to her Empress.

Fuck, it made her feel so good! Feeling her pussy being toyed with by Astria's talented tongue, sent so many jolts down her spine. And this was just the beginning! She knew it was coming soon, and the Empress was going to give it to her...

Puuuuuuuussssshhhhhh...

“Haaaaah ~~! Aaaahhh~! Haaahhhnnn~~! Aahh~! Ah~!"

Astria's tongue pushed into her pussy, spreading out her vaginal walls. That pink muscle was fucking relentless! Nothing would stop it, nothing could stop it! It pushed, and it writhed, and it twisted about within the vixen's moist mound, causing her to shout out in ecstasy. She was no virgin, but fuck did she feel that way with how tight her cunt was right now! It clamped upon her Empress' tongue, almost as if she didn't want to let it go!

And she didn't want to let it go. She didn't.

“Sllllrrrrrrrrk! Pop!"

But Astria pulled her tongue out of her snatch regardless.

Alincia shuddered upon the piano's surface, her pussy throbbing like mad, and her legs feeling like noodles. She nearly released the grip she had on them, but then her hands tightened up. No, she couldn't let her Empress down! She'd only release her legs when she was given expressed permission to do so! She wanted to make Astria happy.

“Kukukuku... good girl," whispered her Empress as she stroked her hand along the brunette's thigh and butt, “Keep those legs raised up. You're such a good girl."

“Yesh yesh~ a good girl~" said Alincia in a lust-drunk manner, “Haaah~! Aaah~ please Mommy, please! Toy with me mhoorrreee~"

'Lust-drunk' indeed.

Astria paused, but Alincia did not. Unaware of what left her lips, the vixen shook her hips as best she could, as if to offer up more of her pussy. Grinning, her Empress slid up towards her side, then placed her hand upon her forehead. Gently she rubbed Alincia, petting her like she was an animal. Her other hand meanwhile, slid up towards the brunette's mouth... and pushed inside.

“Suck on it," Astria ordered.

Alincia didn't hesitate.

Eyes closing shut, she licked and slurped upon Astria's middle and index finger in a wild and passionate manner. She didn't even realize how pathetic and needy she licked. She just knew that her Empress' fingers tasted amaaaazzinnnnggg. They stroked along her tongue, brushed against her gums, and the ground against her teeth when she pulled them out.

POP!

Astria's fingers slipped out of Alincia's mouth, which remained parted open for several more moments. Looking up at her Empress, she read the smile on her lips, while her fingers traveled down towards her pussy. Like before, she stroked her wet fingers along the vixen's pussy. But then she hooked her fingers... and thrusted them inside!

THWAP!

“AAAAAHHH-HAAAAAAAAHHH ~~~~~!!!"

With one push, Astria speared open Alincia's cunt, burying her middle and index finger down to the knuckle! The vixen quickly began to spasm, and her head flung back into the piano's surface. Mouth splitting open, she let out a howl of orgasmic pleasure as her Empress' fingers began to explore the moist depths of her core.

They were a lot like her tongue; squirming and writhing and dragging about! But they reached deep. Soooooo fucking deep. Alincia could feel them touch and toy with places she's never reached before! And they did so with such courageousness... such ownership.

Despite this being the first time they've ever met, Astria seemed to already know her body better than she knew her own! The way her fingers dragged at her vaginal walls, plucking at her individual ridges, had her pussy twitching and body twisting about!

Then came the thrusting.

In and out, in and out, in and out, Astria began to piston her fingers through the vixen's cunt. Pussy juices were splattered about from the fingering she received, and these lewd 'Shlucks!' and 'Slurps!' echoed out as well. Alincia's defenses were steadily coerced open, allowing her Empress to not only move quicker, but delve in deeper too. And she didn't hesitate to take advantage of this fact.

Smiling in a manner both lewd and passionate, Astria gazed upon the vixen beneath her. She read that face of hers: thin lips shifting from panting moans, to lip bites. Her eyes swelling with tears from the tension. Even how her nostrils flared from the deep breaths she was taking. Alincia was a beautiful young woman in the throes of orgasmic bliss. It was only a matter of time before she finally exploded.

But not her time. Astria's time. She decided when she finally got to feel that blissful release. Fortunately for her...

THWAP!

That time was now.

“AAAAHHH-HAAAAAAHHHAHAAA ~~~! MOOOOMMMMMYYYYYY~~~!!!"

SQUIRRRRRRRT! SQUIRT SQUURT! SQUIRT! SQUUUUIIRRRRTTT!!!

With pinpoint accuracy, Astria struck Alincia's g-spot. And when she did, the vixen exploded.

Her pussy was a geyser of feminine jizz, which squirted out in this spritz that coated her Empress' hand, arm, and the surface of the piano beneath them. But it wasn't just one squirt, or even a continuous squirt. It was a big one, followed by a few short ones, then another big one! For these few moments, her body transformed into a fountain of cum!

And all Alincia could feel was bliss.

Thud!

Unable to hold herself together anymore, the vixen released hold of her body, and fell upon the piano's surface with her limbs splayed around her. She panted like she'd just ran a marathon, while the air was thick with the pungent odor of her needy orgasm. Astria meanwhile, sat up on her knees beside Alincia... and stuck her cum-soaked fingers into her mouth.

“Nmmph... nnmmmph... mmmm~"

Muffled moans of desire left the Empress' lips, while Alincia slowly returned to reality. It wasn't a quick process, but the first thing she felt was embarrassment. And, no, she wasn't embarrassed that she just had the greatest orgasm of her life... though, that was a little embarrassing too. No, what was embarrassing was--

“I... called you 'Mommy'...?"

Yeah... she finally realized what she said in a moment of lust.

Palming her sweaty head, Alincia gritted her teeth and groaned in humiliation, while Astria chuckled at her side. The sounds of her beautiful voice were capable of alleviating some of the embarrassment she felt... but not all of it.

“There's nothing to be ashamed of, Alincia," said Astria, drawing her gaze over, “Kukuku~ I'm sure a lot of lovers call their partners 'Mommy' or 'Daddy', when they're in the throes of passion."

“Y-yeah, but... I... I mean... l-like..." she shook her head, “Haaah... by the goddess... this is embarrassing..." Touch, “Ahh..."

Astria's hand slid under her head, lifting her gently. The vixen gazed up towards her Empress' face, then stared down to the surface of the piano beneath her. It shined in this glossy sheen of her fem-cum, which didn't really do her psyche any better. But then she was guided up towards her ruler, where their lips met into another kiss.

“Nnmmph~"

“Mmm~"

Huh... she could taste her own pussy on Astria's lips. And it tasted good. So thick. So sour. So spicy.

For several moments, they shared the taste of tongues and lips. The 'Clicks!', the 'Slurps!' and the 'Chus' of it all even bounced off the walls of the pub. It helped quell Alincia of her embarrassment. If anything, she hated it when her Empress pulled back. Did she need to breathe? Not really. She wouldn't mind passing out in Astria's arms.

Breaking their kiss off, the Empress gazed down upon Alincia, her hand stroking along her cheek. It was such a soothing touch. Smiling in a warm and bashful manner, the vixen nuzzled her cheek into the palm of Astria's hand, drawing a soft giggle from her lips.

“Kukuku~ it's okay, Alincia," her Empress whispered, “Call me 'Mommy' if you want."

“I... um... I... uh... I..." was all the vixen could mutter back... before smiling as an intense red blush formed on her cheeks, “Oh... okay... M... Mommy..."

Saying such a thing made her feel so incredibly embarrassed... but also incredibly hot. To call the Empress of Alektrios 'Mommy'... oh... why was that such a turn on? Even though she just came, Alincia's pussy was already becoming a waterfall once again!

So... uh...

Why was Astria leaving?

Getting up from the piano's surface, the Empress of Alektrios pulled away from Alincia, causing her eyes and mouth to gape. Had the vixen done something to offend? Did she fuck something up? She honestly believed she did! Because... well... why else would Astria leave her!?

Alincia babbled nonsensically, even desperately whined, all while watching her Empress' hips sway left and right with such erotic movements as she stepped down from the stage's edge. On the table where she was originally sitting, there laid a bag containing her things. Opening it up, Astria reached inside, and pulled out... a tobacco pipe. Elegantly carved with swirls and dragons upon its surface, it was black and silver; a true work of artistic craftsmanship. Hell, it was almost too good to smoke from!

But as it sat between Astria's fingers, it was perfect. Yes, this was too good to smoke from... for any mortals. But for her, the Empress of Alektrios – the Thunder Goddess – this pipe was the only pipe worthy enough for her.

Pulling out a bag of ground up herbs, she shook a few of its contents into her pipe, before placing it aside. Then her fingers slid up to the bottom of it, where--

Cackle! Zap! Zrrt!

Bolts of electricity began surging from her fingertips.

Alincia shuddered as she watched Astria use her mastery over lightning to ignite her tobacco. From the pipe's bowl, this sweet aroma filled through the air, reaching the vixen's nose... and making her body melt. Entranced, she watched as her Empress placed her perfect, thin lips to the stem of her pipe...

“Ffuuuuuuuhh... haaaaaaahh..."

And wafted on it.

It was an elegant display of regal power and mature grace. Shuddering in place, Alincia wanted to do nothing but worship the idol before her. She was a true goddess – her true goddess – and it would please her to no end to satisfy her. Yes, Astria's pleasure was her pleasure.

And she watched as Astria's free hand slipped down to the gape in her skirt. Reaching under it, the Thunder Goddess gripped her own panties... and pulled them down her sumptuous and shapely thighs. Another shudder coursed through Alincia; this one gesture was all she needed to see.

Sitting down on a chair behind her, Astria relaxed herself... and spread her legs. The only thing covering her glorious and divine pussy, was the skirt in her way. Fuck... Alincia needed to get it the hell out of here!

Stumbling upon unsteady feet, the vixen scurried over towards her Empress... and then fell on her knees before her. Sensually, Astria stroked her own thigh, taunting Alincia more as she drew on her pipe. And, yeah, the brunette watched her do it. She could look nowhere else.

“Oh Mommy~" she moaned, “Haaahahahahahaaaa~~~ Mommmyyy~"

“Right here," whispered Astria as she pointed at her pussy, “Right here, Alincia. Come back to Mommy. Kukukuku~"

Yes, that's it. She was returning... returning to her Mommy.

Sliding open her skirt, the vixen bore witness to the Thunder Goddess' divine cunt. It had this mature, erotic shape to it, with its deep pink color, and plump labia. Wet and slick strands of silver pubic hair were neatly shaven above it, and her clit was rather plump. And the odor? Ooooh, that odor...

“Sniff! Sniff! Sniff sniff sniff! Sniiiiifff! Haahahahahahahaaa~~~!"

That odor was erotic. Like a fine wine that has had its cork unplugged after a few centuries, there was nothing that matched this scent... this aroma.

Such a beautiful pussy. It was her honor to indulge in such a beautiful pussy.

“Nmmmph!!!"

“Kukukukuku~! That's it... fuuuuuuhh... haaaaa~"

Alincia pressed her mouth to Astria's cunt, and pushed down hard. She didn't know what she was doing. Sucking dick was one thing; eating pussy was something else entirely. She couldn't use her usual tricks of swirling her tongue around and around, and sucking on it like she was sucking a straw.

Not that it mattered in the moment.

The vixen's mind was... elsewhere. All she could focus on was the heat and taste of the Thunder Goddess' cunt. And that taste? Oh, that taste was glorious. No. No, not glorious; divine. Astria's pussy tasted divine. Sweet, tangy, spicy, sour, and bitter all at once, it sent Alincia's taste buds on a wild ride of ecstasy and euphoria.

She wanted more. And she knew how to get that 'more'.

Slurp! Srrrrp! Slrrp! Suuurp! Slurrrp!

“Mmf~! Mmm~! Mmph~! Mmn~! Mmf~!"

Wild, lewd, and hungry, Alincia licked, lapped, and slurped upon Astria's plump folds. They were soft, pliable, and so fucking sweet! With every strike of her tongue, she was granted more and more honey to swallow down, which she did so quickly. And it guided her in deeper... deeper. Her nose pressed hard against her Empress' pubic hairs, while her tongue spread out her cunt, and began pushing inside.

“Kukukukukuku ~~~! Ffufuuuuuhh...! Huuaaaaah~~"

Raising her legs, Astria rested them on the vixen's shoulders, and then locked her head between her thighs. Alincia didn't care; she was so enthralled with her pussy, that being clamped around it only increased the pleasure she felt, not to mention gave her more of that sensual and divine taste.

If one were to be watching them from afar, they made for quite the erotic display of regal power and devout submissiveness. Astria, reclining casually on her chair, her tobacco pipe in her lips, while Alincia was stuck between her legs, dining on her pussy like she'd die if she didn't. One could hear the vixen's desperate moans of desire and need, while her Empress would giggle, sigh, and moan on occasion herself.

Gripping her own tit, Astria groped herself softly, sinking her fingers into her busty and firm bosom. More milk was forced out from her nipples, which trailed down her fingers and fell upon Alincia's head. The vixen's ears twitched, but she did not stop her ravenous cunnilingus. Even when Astria placed her hand on her head and scratched her scalp, the vixen locked up... and then continued her oral.

“Good girl... kukuku... good girl..." cooed Astria, “Fuuuuuuhh...! Haaaaah~ kukukuku... now then... are you ready for your reward?"

Clinch!

“Hnnnngggk~~~"

With a squeeze of her thigh, the Thunder Goddess coaxed a muffled grunt from Alincia's lips. Taking it as a sign, the vixen began to push her tongue into Astria's sweltering pussy, penetrating her body. Just as one would expect, her pussy was so damn tight, so bumpy, so flawless. When it clamped down around her tongue, Alincia gave a desperate groan, sending it reverberating through her Empress' body.

It was so fucking good. This was the rawest taste of her body she could possibly get! Anymore of this, and the vixen was sure she'd climax on the spot! But... what was this reward Astria spoke of? Even in her lust-addled, pussy-eating mind, Alincia wondered what this 'reward' could possibly be.

Well...

Puffing a few times on her pipe once more, Astria released the grip she had on her other tit. Fingers curling beside her head, the Empress clutched them as if holding something, before extending her digits out. And when she did--

Zrrrrt! Cackle!

Purple bolts of electricity began surging through her fingertips. They sparkled, flashed and zapped, dancing between her digits like a flowing serpent. But this wasn't your average magical electricity. This? This was divine electricity. And it was coming closer and closer and closer. Alincia was so focused on eating out Astria's pussy, she didn't realize what was happening... that is until the sound of electricity tickled her ear. And by the time she realized it...

Grab!

It was too late.

Astria grabbed the vixen's head, clinched it tight, and worked her fingers through her brunette hair. At first, the lightning of her fingers did nothing more than give Alincia a tingle. But then...

ZZZZRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!

“GRRRAAAHHHAAAAAAA ~~~~!?!?!?"

Electricity! Thunderous, glorious, cackling, divine, electricity! It surged through the vixen's body, traveling along her arms, her legs, her spine, her hair, her... EVERYTHING! They were so numerous and so great, that it made her body flash like a light bulb!

What was this!? WHAT WAS THIS!? What was this feeling!? It hurt! Ooooooh, did it hurt! Imagine if instead of blood coursing through your veins, it was electricity. Imagine how that must feel! Alincia didn't need to imagine it; she was feeling it!

Her muscles tensed up, locking hard and refusing to budge. Her eyes too grew wide, her mouth splitting open, and her hair standing up on end! All she could do was scream with orgasmic pleasure as her Empress blessed her with a mere modicum of her frightening power.

Why? Why did it feel so good!? She was being electrocuted, but it felt so good! So... amazing! Her Empress' divine touch gave her heights of pleasure that only she could give! And once all that raucous energy came down to the vixen's cunt--

“GRRRRRRRGGKKHH~~~!?"

Foam started forming at her lips. And...

SQUUUUUUUIIIRRRRRRRRTTTTT!!!

A jet-stream of feminine cum came roaring from her sleek pussy.

It rushed out between her folds, gushing all over the floor beneath her with an even greater intensity than her previous orgasm! The smooth brown floors of the pub were stained in her juices, looking as if they'd just been freshly varnished. Astria's touch extended there too, as Alincia's cum cackled with a few tiny bolts of electricity... before simmering down.

The feeling of such an intense orgasm rocked the entirety of the vixen's body. She felt her muscles again tense and contract, as her goddess' divine power coursed through her veins. It even reached up to her head, bloating out her mind as foam continued frothing from her thin lips. All she could see was Astria above her, smiling down from cheek to cheek.

And then the lightning left her. And once the lightning left her, Alincia teetered back...

Thud!

And fell over on the floor.

The vixen laid there, splayed out on the floor with her eyes rolled back. Froth and spit flowed from her lips, and fading bolts of electricity caused her body to jolt and twitch. Doubly so with her pussy, which was still giving a few prolonged climaxes. This all went on for several moments, with Astria sitting above her, smoking sensually on her pipe as she watched her latest conquest finally recover.

It took quite some time for Alincia's mind to reboot. The electricity did a good job of bleaching her thoughts. She'd never been in such a state of... nothingness before. It was like she floated in a white reverie. There was no beginning, and there was no end. There was just... Astria.

“Fuuuuuuuuuh...! Haaaaaaah~"

But she did not remain that way for long.

Blinking, Alincia returned to reality. Astria's electricity had left her body smoking... literally. Visible smoke and steam flowed off her body, like she'd just been cooked slightly! Considering all the electricity which just floated off her form, she may very well have been cooked in some way. And yet, she wasn't dead, and outside of a few aches and twitches, she wasn't in incredible pain either. She was completely fine! Well... outside of the fact that her hair and the fur on her ears and tail were sticking up on end!

Groggily, she looked up at her Empress, who stood above her smoking her pipe. She was an ivory goddess, with her fair skin, silver hair, and the surges of electricity which parsed through her form on occasion. Bearing witness to her made the vixen's body throb with desire. Nothing would do her more pleasure than to please her Empress, please her--

“M-Mommy?"

Astria looked back down, her pipe resting at her side. Smiling upon her captive vixen, she took one last puff of her tobacco, finishing the contents within.

“Almost there," she cooed whilst placing her pipe aside, “Kukukuku~ we're almost done. Your Empress... your Mommy... wants to give you something."

What? She still wanted to give her something? What could that 'something' be? She already gave her two incredible orgasms, one of which left her literally steaming! What else could she give her that she hadn't already obtained?

Well...

Astria turned around to face her bag once again. Sitting upright as best she could, Alincia watched as rummaged about within her bag of things, before pulling two things out. One looked like a harness of some sort. It was silver, and appeared to have quite the tough grip. The other was a phallus shaped object. Wonderfully carved with veins, glands and even a slit, it appeared to be as real as any cock, only it was purple.

Oh... Oh! Ooooooooh...

That was a strapon...

Alincia fidgeted in place, preparing herself for what was to come. Turning around to face her, Astria giggled and walked up... but did not fit the harness upon her body. No, no, she pointed at the vixen, cocked her head, and then said,

“Stand up..."

“I... hh... hnn... o... okay..."

A bit of a tall order to ask, really. Her body was still trembling from the aftereffects of the electrifying orgasm Astria gave her. But the idea of displeasing her Empress was a thought too terrible to even conceive! So Alincia forced herself over upon her knees, and crawled over towards the Thunder Goddess.

Aahh... such beautiful, long, sumptuous legs. Grabbing a hold of them for support, the vixen pulled herself up further... only to stop as she looked at these legs. Out of instinct, she pursed her lips and kissed Astria's thighs, peppering it with affection... adoration... worship. Her tongue too began to lick upon her thigh, making her Empress giggle... and then give an airy moan.

But Alincia did not stop there... even if she really wanted to. Gaining energy from seemingly nowhere, she gripped hard upon the Thunder Goddess, using her as support so that she could pull herself up. Getting on unsteady feet, the vixen continued holding upon her Empress, while her blue eyes looked at her purple ones.

“Good girl," said Astria in a reassuring manner, “Now stand right there."

“Mommy~" Alincia groaned back.

Focused entirely on the Thunder Goddess's purple eyes and warm smile, she remained still for her. She could feel the Empress reach her hands around her hips, while these taunting, womanly giggles left her. They masked the sound of the strapon going 'Snap!' and 'Click!', but could not cover the feeling of it.

Astria... put strapped the harness... on Alincia. And with one final--

Click!

“There! Kukukukuku!"

Astria pulled away, allowing the vixen to gaze down... and grow wide-eyed.

Standing between her legs was a dildo, one that stood at an impressive seven, no, eight inches of size, with an appropriate girth to match. Tentatively, Alincia reached down and brushed her fingers along her dildo, marveling at its shape, size, and just the feeling of having this weighty thing hang between her legs. She never thought she'd ever do this in her life.

“M... Mommy?" she mumbled as she looked up at her, “Are...? This...?"

“Kukukuku... yes, this," Astria replied, “This right here... haaah... I think you're smart enough to figure out what to do with this. And if you aren't? Well... Kukuku..." reaching up, she put her thumb upon Alincia's bottom lip, and softly tugged it down, “Mommy will teach you."

Those words and her thumb sent a shudder through the vixen's body that threatened to drop her on the floor. Somehow – whether it be through sheer determination or devotion to her Empress – she remained upright long enough to watch Astria pull away. With a grin on her lips and her hips swaying with sensual strides, the Thunder Goddess walked over towards the stage in the bar, and sat upon it. Grasping her skirt, she pulled it aside, exposing her divine mound before her captive lover once again. Those plump, pussy lips glistened with spit and nectar, and twitched as if to coax Alincia closer. As if she needed it.

Vigor... or maybe desire pumped through the vixen's legs, forcing her to stumble towards Astria. She could still – still – feel the rumbles of her electrifying orgasm, but that would not stop her from approaching the Thunder Goddess. Her long platinum hair, her voluptuous and motherly curves, the warm smile of affection she wore, and of course, those thunderous purple eyes, all drew her in... closer... closer... clooossseeeerr...

Pat!

“Aah~!"

Alincia stumbled forward, her hands resting on the stage beside Astria's hips. Looking forward, she read the lurid smile on her Empress' mature lips, and watched as she placed one hand upon her own tit. Gently, the Thunder Goddess kneaded her bosom, while her other hand slid down towards her crotch. Her fingers forming a 'v' above her mound, she slowly spread her folds apart, exposing the pink depths of her mature cunt, and the tunnel of honey that oozed within it.

“Right here~" whispered her Empress, “Push it in me... right here~"

“I... haaah~ o-okay..."

She could do this, right? Like... she's had sex before, so she should know how to use a sex toy like this! Just press the head of her dildo up against Astria's folds, grind it up and down, find that vaginal tunnel... and then push.

Slllliiiiiiiiiiiippp!

“Krraaah~ oooooh... that's it~"

Astria's breathless voice tickled Alincia's ears as her purple phallus spread apart her folds. Inch by inch by inch, the vixen guided that sex toy into the Thunder Goddess' sweltering snatch. Even though it was a mere dildo, she could feel her Empress' folds clinch and squeeze around the invasive object. It stroked it, squeezed it, milked it off for the seed it could not give, all while Alincia pushed it in deeper and deeper and deeepeeeeeer.

“Haaah~ yes... nnghh~ that's it," moaned the vixen as she rested her hand on her bosom, and let her lips flow with airy moans, “Keep going, Alincia~ keep going~"

“Uh-huh... s-sure..."

Biting into her bottom lip, she continued burying her toy into her Empress. More and more those glorious folds parted around the strapon, accepting her length, and bringing her deeper inside. Fuck. Never before had Alincia been so jealous of men before. To feel her Empress' pussy would be a glory unto itself.

Well... she could always use her fingers... maybe later...

Pat...

The vixen's eyes widened and she looked down. Their hips were touching as she had completely buried her dildo into Astria's pussy. Oh, they were connected; joined by this toy. Astonished, she swept her eyes up to witness her Empress' reaction. And quite the reaction it was.

She bit into her bottom lip, moaning sensually, her tone mature and erotic. Head leaning back, the Thunder Goddess drifted into a state of near orgasmic bliss, while her hand gripped upon her bosom. Kneading her busty tit, she produced a bit more drizzles of milk, before dropping her hand aside as she looked at Alincia.

“Keep going~" she cooed, even blowing the vixen a kiss, “Kukuku... I promise, I can take it."

Of that, Alincia had no doubts.

Nodding tepidly, she looked down and grabbed Astria's hips, gripping them tight. Then she moved in closer, mirroring what previous lovers have done to her. Or... well... mirroring what good previous lovers had done. Once she was sure everything was properly aligned, Alincia pulled her hips back, drawing her dildo along Astria's walls... and then--

Pat!

“Oh~!?"

“Krraaaah~~~"

With one thrust, the vixen sent a quake through her Empress' body. It started from her pussy, rolled through her skin, made her breasts give a lofty bounce, and even caused her ponytail to flutter. Enthralled by such an erotic sight, Alincia froze completely solid and watched as Astria's head came back down. Those purple eyes of hers locked in on the vixen's face, and she nodded before saying,

“Keep going~"

That may as well have been her personal mantra.

“Right! Right... haah... o-okay... haaah~!"

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

The vixen's hips pumped forward, thrusting her toy in and out of Astria's awaiting pussy. Every thrust was like the last; sending quakes through the Thunder Goddess body. Rhythmically, her body bounced up and down: her tits, her hair, her hips; everything. Alincia's eyes grew wide and her mouth hung open, completely entranced by the erotic sight of her Empress' body. She just couldn't look away.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“KRRAAAH~! Oh yes! Krrroooohhnnn~~~!"

Picking up the pace and the power, Alincia fucked her Empress even harder. She needed to see it! She needed to see all of it! She needed to see more of it! And increasing her power was sure to get it!

Astria's body rolled all the more as the vixen put all of her weight into fucking her. The impacts grew so great, that she fell back on the stage behind her whilst keeping her legs up and open. The glorious body of the Thunder Goddess rolled from thrust after thrust, her milky tits bouncing up and down, and her hair fanning out around her head. It was getting so strong, so hot, that milk shamelessly oozed from her nipples in an endless river of creamy white!

“Krraaah~! Harder... nnghh~ HARDER!!!" Astria shouted.

“Yes! Yes, yes! Yes, Mommy!"

THWAPTHWAPTHAWPTHWAP!!!

“KRRRAAAAAHAHHH~~~!"

Like one of those steam machines from Ash Kingdom, Alincia began slamming her hips harder into her Empress' awaiting pussy. Now more than ever, the raw power of her thrusts made Astria's body roll, and even forced her back to arch. Cries of orgasmic ecstasy rained from her lips, filling the around them... while grumbles of thunder began echoing from above.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGLLLLEEEEEE!!!

It was storming outside. It was storming hard outside. Wind was strong enough to knock a grown man down, rain as heavy as rocks would pelt one's flesh, lightning flashed bright enough to blind a person, and the howl of thunder was damn near deafening! But... that's all outside. Inside the walls of Banard's Bar, all Alincia could hear was--

THWAPTHWAPTHAWPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!!!

And...

“KRAAAH~! HAAH~! AAHNNN ~~~! KRROOOOH~~~!"

And of course her own..."

“HAH~ AH~! HAAH~! HAAH~! AHH~! MOMMY~! MOOOOMMMMMYYYYYY!!!"

She could feel Astria's pussy tighten around her dildo. It was getting harder and harder to fuck her at the same pace, forcing the vixen to get stronger and rougher with her. She needed to fight to pull her toy out, and fight to fuck it back in! But her efforts were rewarded with the image of the Thunder Goddess' body as it rolled with pleasure, and the erotic cries that left their lips.

More! MORE! She needed to fuck her more! She needed to bring her Empress to that blissful high! She needed to satiate her body! She needed to do everything for her Mommy!

And her Mommy could see it in her eyes.

Biting into her bottom lip, Astria cut her moans short and pulled herself up. Her eyes met Alincia's blue ones, reading the look of desperation on her face. So cute; she rutted her like her life depended on it! With womanly chuckles, the Empress of Alektrios reached up and grabbed the vixen's face, clutching her cheeks with both hands. Under her guidance, she brought her in and--

“Nnmph~"

“Mmmph~"

Astria's tongue was so skillful and gracious, even as she was getting fucked. Alincia's tongue was wild and random, lacking any sort of style. Nevertheless, they traded the taste of spit, milk, and pussy juices, mixing them together between the two of them. But the kiss did not last for long, as the Empress pulled back... and tapped her lover's nose.

“Want more?" she asked, causing Alincia to nod furiously.

“Yes yes yes! I want more, Mommy, I want more!" she whimpered in a desperate manner.

“You do~?" asked Astria, toying with her more, “Okay then... here..."

Zrrrrrrrt!

Raising her hand, she hovered it between the two of them. Her middle and index finger wiggled in the air... and then started surging with electricity. Raising those two cackling digits, she taunted Alincia with them by wiggling it in her face.

“Open your mouth."

Her command was frightening. Was she... going to put those two fingers into her mouth? The two fingers that, ya'know, were surging with electricity!? Even with her lust-addled mind, Alincia could see that doing so was incredibly dangerous!

But then she remembered the intense pleasure she felt last time. That didn't kill her, did it? Astria wouldn't hurt her... at least... not hurt her in a way she didn't like. She was going to bring her to the heights of pleasure once again. All she needed to do was open her mouth.

“Aaaaaawwww!"

So she did it. She opened her mouth. Hips still driving her toy into Astria's pussy, Alincia opened her mouth, and kept it open. The sight of it--

“Kukukuku!"

Brought laughter from her Empress' lips.

And then those fingers started sliding in.

“Close your mouth."

“Nmph!"

Alincia's mouth clamped down over Astria's fingers... where she felt nothing. No pain, no pleasure, no surging lightning; nothing! She just tasted the Thunder Goddess' delicious flesh, much like she'd done before. Confused, she looked up at her Empress, wondering when it was going to happen. Well...

Now...

ZZZRRRRRRRRRRRTT-POOOOOOWWWW!!!

Huh...

This is what it feels like to be struck by lightning.

Imagine, thousands, no... millions of watts of electricity, traveling throughout every inch of your body. Your blood vessels, your muscles, your neurons and synapses. Imagine if it all rushed with the raw power of divine lightning.

Imagine.

“GRRRAAAAAAHHHHAAAHHAAHAAAAAAA ~~~~!?!?!?"

“KRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHNNNN~~~!"

Thunderous lightning surged over both of their bodies, cackling, flashing, and sparkling like they were both lightning rods! Alincia's eyes were wide and her mouth agape as the furious rush of her Empress' power claimed every inch of her body. Astria, meanwhile, was roaring with ecstasy as well, her back arched as a wide smile spread upon her lips. She shared the bolts with her lover, bringing the both of them to heights of pleasure only they could obtain.

The backlash of their tryst was intense, as whipping lines of electricity spiraled out from them like a fountain. It struck the stage's surface, the floor, chairs, tables, even the ceiling, creating dark patches upon their smooth surfaces. Even the piano was stricken, sending a loud 'TWAAANNGGG!!!' throughout the bar like it had been bashed by a hammer!

But all of it – all of it – paled in comparison to the two. Their bodies were still intertwined as electricity surged through them... and Alincia's hips were still thrusting. If anything, the electricity seemed to enhance her speed, making her hips blur against the Empress to fuck her harder than she ever thought was possible!

And Astria took it. Astria took every single thrust! Her pussy contracted around that toy, holding it absolutely hostage until--

ZZZZZZZZRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT!!!

“KRRRAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAAAH~~~!!!"

ZAAAAAAAAPPP! SURRRRRGEEEE! KER-POW!!!

SQUUUUUUUUUUIIIRRRRTTT!!!

Around that purple dildo, Astria unleashed a torrent of feminine jizz that exploded with the raw fury of a thunderstorm. Her pussy clinched, vice-like, no, tighter than even that. Then it began to undulate and grind, as if trying to milk off this phallus for cum. She heaved, her voice wailing with such erotic, womanly sounds, while her head fell back.

SQUIIRT! SQUIRRT! SQUURRRT!

SPRIIIITTTZZZZ!!!

Such a messy woman. For as refined and womanly as she was, not even she could stop her orgasm from being so intense. Astria's tits were no better, as once that orgasm rocked through her body, her nipples let loose a lewd spray of creamy milk. It fluttered everywhere, mixing with the sweat, and staining the floor beneath her. As for her lover...

“GRRRRRRRKKKGHH~~~"

SSSSSSSSsssssssssss...!

Like before, Alincia's body was steaming, and foam was frothing from her mouth. The fucking, the electrocuting, the howls of pleasure; it all triggered an innumerable amount of orgasms within the vixen. She came over and over again, her pussy squirting and making a mess of her harness and the floor beneath her. And now that it was all over...

“Urrrgk!?"

Plop!

She fell forward, landing into Astria's sweaty body, her head falling between her milky tits. Smoke wafted off of Alincia's form, and she was as rigid as a statue, while her hair again stood on all ends. Like before, it would take a little while for her brain to reboot. First came the sense of sound... then came the sense of smell... then came the feeling... then came the tasting… and finally came the eyesight.

Alincia let out a deep breath, while her blue eyes looked up. And who did she see first? Astria, of course. The Thunder Goddess had her cheek resting on her knuckles, and wore this soft smile on her lips. Looking back at her, she raised her other hand and curled her finger inward in a hooking gesture. Taking the bait, the vixen crawled up her Empress' body as best she could...

“Nmmph~"

“Mmmff~"

And pressed their lips together.

…

“Nmmph~ mmm~ mmm~ nnnmm~"

“Kukukuku... calm down, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere."

“Mmmph~ Mmm~ Mm~ Nmm~"

“You can't even hear me anymore, can you?"

“Naarln... nmmph~ mm~ nm~ mmph~"

“Kukuku... then keep sucking. Like a little baby."

“Mmm~ mm~ mmm~ mmm~"

“This is all you've ever needed. A mother to look after you."

“Mmm~ mmm~ nmmm~"

“Ffuuuuuu... haaaaaaaaaaah~"

The amber light of the morning sun flooded through the windows of Banard's Bar, casting rays which illuminated as much of the pub as it could. Golden patches were dispersed throughout, while the rest was laid in shadows. One such area that was fortunate enough to have light fall on it, was the stage that overlooked the bar. And who rested on the edge of that stage but... well...

“Nmmph~ mmmphf~ mmmfff..."

Astria's tits seemed to never run out of milk. No matter how much she drank down – and believe her, she drank down a lot – the Thunder Goddess never seemed to run out of milk. More... more... mooooore. It all flooded into Alincia's mouth, giving her that life-giving essence she so desperately, desperately needed.

And Astria herself?

“Fuuuuuuuu...! Huaaaaaaahh~"

Tobacco pipe in hand, the Empress of Alektrios casually smoked on it, filling the air with its sweet-scented aroma. Her other hand was holding up the back of Alincia's head, clutching it close. Her touch was that of a mother's embrace as the vixen nursed from he bosomr, though she looked very much like a goddess in every sense of the word. Her shining platinum hair, her sparking purple eyes, the coy smirk her lips were curled in; regal authority and divine sensuality were baked into her very form.

At some point in time the previous night, the two had completely discarded their clothes, leaving them completely naked on the bar's stage. Their bodies glistened from a combination of sweat, pussy juices, breast milk... and maybe a few other things. Not that they cared. Alincia certainly didn't. Not whenever a bit of milk she got from Astria, numbed her mind more and more and more.

“Fuuuuuu...! Haaaaah~ are you going to nurse from me all day? Kukuku... you greedy girl."

The Thunder Goddess looked down, a smile on her lips, and her purple eyes locked on Alincia's face. Opening her own eyes, the vixen stared back with those beautiful blue eyes of her, before finally pulling her lips away from Astria's tits with a loud and lewd--

Pop!

“Haaah...! Haa...! Haa... s... sorry..." she apologized, making her Empress chuckle.

“There's nothing to be ashamed of, Alincia," she said, “You were thirsty. I'll gladly nurse you until you're full. I am your Mommy after all."

Now that they weren't in the throes of passion, hearing the word 'Mommy' leave Astria's lips, caused the vixen's ears and tail to bend down in shame and embarrassment. But again, her Empress' reassuring touch built confidence within, as her hand fell on her cheek. Guided up, Alincia's lips met Astria's lips once more in a kiss, this one being slow as they swapped spit, milk, and the taste of tobacco.

Chu!

“Aaah~"

“Hoooh~ A-Astria..."

Licking her lips, the vixen took a few times to settle her nerves. She knew this feeling – this tryst – could not last forever. At some point, they'd have to leave. Preferably, she wanted to leave as soon as she could, so that Banard or any of her coworkers didn't see her. Hell, how was she even going to explain the mess they made! Seriously, there were scorch marks resting around! What can she say about that!?

But that would come when it came. Right now, she was still alone with her Empress, struggling to control the wide variety of feelings currently bouncing around within her.

“I--"

“You should leave this place."

Alincia flinched upon being cut off. Raising an eyebrow, she looked at Astria in a curious manner, who stared back with a smirk on her lips.

“What... was that?" she asked.

“I said you should leave," the Thunder Goddess repeated, “Alincia..." she then raised her pipe and placed it to her lips, “Fuuuuuuuuh... haaaaa... kukuku… Alincia... you have no reason to be here anymore. You've done all you can do for this place. You've sang, you've danced, you've served drinks, and you've served me," she shook her head, “Banard's Bar and all of Milos, has nothing left to offer you."

“I uh... I..." she gritted her teeth and looked away, “I know that... but... but leaving isn't easy. It's..."

“What? Hard?" asked Astria as she cocked her head, “Or is it frightening?"

“You already know the answer to that question," Alincia growled, “You said it last night."

“I did, didn't I?" replied the Empress rhetorically, “Hm... could you refresh my memory? What did I say exactly?"

“Haaah... you said... that I... that I was so afraid of failure, that I gave up on even the slightest chance of success or whatever..." mumbled Alincia as she looked away in defeat, “There... are you happy now?"

“Kuku... yes... I did say that," said Astria as she placed her pipe to her lips again, “Fuuuuuuuuuh... haaaaaaa... but do you know what else I said?"

“I... uh..." she shook her head, “You... you said something else...?"

“Mm-hm, I did," replied the Empress as she clutched Alincia's cheeks, “I told you that... I was in a position much like yours decades ago. Before I was a mother. Before I was the empress. Before I was the Thunder Goddess. I was in a position so low, that I felt like failure was my only option. But clearly... it wasn't."

Alincia understood where Astria was coming from. If she could start from rock-bottom, and somehow become the ruler of a land and the master of weather, then clearly, the vixen could somehow become a singer, right? But there's a big, big, big difference between her – a mere singer – and Astria – a Thunder Goddess!!!

No amount of singing would ever bridge the gap between them...

“Nuh-uh-uh!" said Astria as if she were reading Alincia's mind, “I'm not going to sit here and have you belittle yourself, understand? You are a beautiful, talented young woman. Like a flower... ah... it's time for all to bear witness to your brilliance."

“I... but... haah... th-that's easy for you to say...!" said the vixen in a defensive manner, “I... I just find it so hard to..." Touch, “Hmm?"

Alincia's eyes widened. Pulling her in, Astria embraced her against her bosom. There was no lewdness, no eroticism. Other than the fact that they were both naked and smelled of sex, her hug was chaste. It was filled with the kind of motherly affection one would suspect of a woman with seven daughters, and it had this unique effect on the vixen.

For a moment, Alincia remained still. But then she reached out for Astria, wrapping her arms around her neck so that she could hug her back. Deepening their embrace, the vixen sucked in air through her nose and closed her eyes shut, while a wave of nostalgia washed over her.

“Your mother died when you were very young, didn't she?" asked Astria.

“I..." Alincia mumbled back... before nodding, “Yes... she did. I don't have any memories of her..."

“Hm... I could tell. Hmm... a mother is a very important person in anyone's life. My mother was important to me. And I'm very important to my daughters. Haaah... so for now – for this moment – I will be your Mommy, Alincia. And as your Mommy... kukuku... I want you to know, you can do anything."

The odd fact that Astria was now clutching her and reassuring her like a mother, was not lost on Alincia. Her Empress gave her an entire night filled with the greatest sex of her life! She'd never be able to forget that. But did that take away from how warm, soothing, and comforting she was being now? No, not at all.

Alincia smiled, embracing the Thunder Goddess not as a lover, but as a mother figure. She did not know what her future would bring, but for this moment right now, she felt like she could do anything.

If only for a little while...

“So... now what...?" asked Alincia.

Astria paused for a moment, then pulled over her pipe and took a puff of it. Expelling its sweet aroma, she looked at the vixen and smiled.

“Have you thought about singing in a concert hall?"