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[b][u][center]A Stronger Bond

Part 8

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Of all the things that Caelia had expected, a heavenly pillar of light was not among them. She’d thought that there would be some sort of tentacle trap to drag Kaggotha back down to Hell, or some binding blast of magic that would hold her still until the ritual could be completed. No, nothing of the sort. Instead, that light came down from the heavens, forming a cylinder around the equine demon, while another brilliant burst consumed the space just in front of the half-dragon woman.

She shaded her eyes, trying to peer through it. She could just make out Kaggotha standing over Andrei, could see the horse woman fighting against the light. Despite the holy warmth that came from it, she could still feel the influence of the demon, the connection that the female had to her.

“Nnngh…”

And the grip that the demon had on her soul. She could feel it like a fist clenched around her heart, and as Kaggotha glared at her, there was another squeeze, and a pull. She was dragged forward, a gasp drawn from her lips as she stepped around the pillar of light before her. Then again, and again, each squeeze pulling her closer to the horse demon.

“Not getting rid of me,” Kaggotha grunted.

“Yes…nnngh…I am,” Caelia panted.

“No. I stay.”

“You…go.”

“Stay.”

The closer she got, the steadier the demon’s voice became, she realized. Their bond was giving the equine creature strength, giving her the power she needed to keep hold of this realm rather than being bound to the circle of light. Even now, the other female was pressing her hand against the bounds of it, trying to break free. The light stretched around thick, infernal fingers, and it was on the verge of breaking.

[i]No…no…[/i]

She couldn’t have this fail. Not now, not when she was so close. Caelia stumbled back half a step, curling her toes. The dragon claws punched through the stone, hooking her in place. No further steps, but she still leaned forward, still gritted her teeth as she felt the demoness reaching for her.

“You defy me…”

There was almost a question in Kaggotha’s voice, but not quite. More surprise, Caelia imagined, something that shouldn’t have happened, and yet, was. The demoness slowly smiled.

“Powerful girl.”

“Not…going to let you…win…”

“Already lost. Remember?”

The other woman gestured down, and Caelia’s cheeks burned. Yes, she had lost much. Her breasts were bigger, her curves stronger, her sex…her sex bestial. She could feel the power of the demoness reaching out to her, could feel the invisible tendrils of the hell-spawn’s will touching her, caressing her, stroking along her legs and feeling up towards her thighs. She would have squirmed away, if she could, but there was no getting away from this woman. Not now, not this close.

The heavenly light continued pouring down, and she could hear the sound of music in the distance. The summoning spell for the Muse continued, but it was not complete. She had not arrived, had not come to lend her power. The demoness smirked.

“Know what you need.”

“I don’t need you.”

“No. Need pleasure.”

“No…no, I don’t.”

“Cum.”

Caelia screamed as the infernal command hit her between her legs, her clit throbbing and her pussy spasming as that simple command forced her body through more pleasure. It was like an explosion inside of her, one that splattered her meager robes and left them soaked to her sex, clinging to her in the most lewd fashion imaginable. Her cheeks burned as she gasped for air, her eyes wide.

“You…you…”

“Cum.”

Another blast, another explosive hit of need and wonder and lust. She almost fell to her knees, only the claws through stone keeping her from losing her balance. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her robes falling open, exposing her body.

“Ah…ah…”

“CUM!”

Kaggotha’s command shook her to the core, leaving her screaming at the third orgasm. She all but fell over, her claws anchoring her, but her head almost hitting the floor. It was a bend of the spine that was almost agony, her pussy squirting across the stone against her will, soaking it and leaving her mark on the room.

As she gasped for breath, the last of her dragon scales fell out of the pockets of her robe. It was just one, just one tiny thing. It was all that was left of her Muse, and all that might save her.

[i]She controls…claimed it…well…it can belong to someone better![/i]

Without thinking, Caelia grabbed the scale and slapped it against her crotch.

The golden dust spread across her sex, doing something to her that she didn’t quite expect. Just as had happened to her fingers, her skin changed, becoming smooth blue scales, but more than that, her puffy features started to change. No more gaping, warped equine sex down there, but something smoother, gentler, something that almost seemed to be naturally feminine rather than bestially so. She could feel her puffy lips smoothing out, could feel her clit…doing something else, but it was hidden from her.

But most of all, she could feel the heat down there fading, the infernal warmth that had been there since Kaggotha had been bonded to her fading. She panted for breath, slowly rising up, feeling no more of that puffy, teasing feeling that she had whenever she’d brought her thighs together before. She was no longer like a horse down there.

No, she was beautiful again. A dragoness.

“I will not…obey you…anymore…”

“Will.”

“Won’t.”

“Will!”

The mare reached for her, twisting the air, but without that control over her loins, Caelia was no longer subject to that pleasure. She stood there, feeling tweaks along her chest, her ass, along her thighs and her buttocks, but nothing to her sex any longer. She had revoked that permission, finally.

“My darling…my beauty.”

And despite it all, she heaved a sigh of relief at that new voice. She looked over her shoulder to see the dark-skinned, long-haired Muse descending from the heavens. Those familiar, diaphanous clothes were a reminder of all the sensual things that they did. Sensual, not pornographic. Warm, not heated. Gentle and loving, not rutting and breaking.

She would have run, but…well, claws in stone and all that.

Instead, the Muse came to her, and they embraced, holding each other tightly. The golden, heavenly light made her safe, banishing the rest of the demonic aura in the air around her. The Muse kissed her on the forehead, and then, after a moment of hesitation, on the lips.

It was glorious.

The kiss broke a second later, and the Muse fixed Kaggotha with a glare that would have ripped the roofs off houses. She pointed her hand, and the equine demon whinnied softly.

“You…are no longer welcome here.”

“I live on.”

“In fantasies, in dreams.”

“In fields and wind. In heat and lust. In rut and breeding.”

“And in the fields, not the cities. In the beast, not the man. In the mare, not the woman.”

“They give them to me.”

“And I…take…them…back!”

The Muse’s voice rose up. What would have been a shrill screech from a human’s throat was somehow birdsong from hers. It was a claim, a moan, a call to those that were claimed by the lust of a beast, calling them to the bed of civilization once more. The eyes of the many people that Kaggotha had tried to claim cleared, some of them stopping in mid-thrust, some of them in mid-bounce.

Embarrassment ran rampant through the room as the Muse spread her power, and Caelia could only feel the edges of it. Even so, she could see what had happened. Not the fantasies of beast and rut, but the more civilized, more [i]creative[/i] thoughts of what a two-legger could do in bed. Not bound by the limitations of mere size and brutality, but the thoughts of what they could do when they really put their minds and imagination to the task. The air was filled with daydreams of exhaustive possibility, of the whips and chains, of the binding arcs of electricity that the mages could summon, to the use of tongue and teeth and fingers to accomplish what mere pounding could not.

And the stories. The thousands of stories of erotic potential that could be told between partners, flickering by in miniature scenes that Caelia could only see in miniature. They were all there, too, reminding them all of what they were giving up by just thinking like beasts, by just submitting to the rutting need and not doing something to add to it.

By giving themselves to a beast of a woman, they became beasts themselves.

In that moment, Kaggotha’s power was shattered. They pulled away from her, and all the power of the herd that she’d been gathering was broken. Even her hold on Caelia shifted, and the half-dragon woman slumped backwards, groaning as she was finally allowed to be her own person again.

The Muse held her upright as the demoness wobbled inside her prison of golden light. The various members of the sorority were coming to their senses, and while they were still struggling to put their clothes back on, disentangling themselves from their partners with just barely the right amount of embarrassment, they were also holding out their hands in holding spells to keep Kaggotha from getting her footing, to keep her from recovering.

The banishing chant began, and Caelia leaned against the Muse all the more. Her Muse. She was back, and…she was back. That was the most important thing, she thought as she finally gave in to all that stress and strain and passed out.

#

“I can’t believe that they tried to stop this,” Caelia muttered, standing before the mirror and looking herself over. “Does this stuff stay, well, forever?”

“Not forever, dear, but long enough.”

“Long enough being…”

“However long I want it to, of course,” the Muse said from the bed just behind her, chuckling.

“I should have guessed…”

Even so, she didn’t mind it. Not as much as she had minded what Kaggotha had done to her, at the very least. That had been beyond the pale, and well past what anyone could have been able to or be expected to tolerate. This…

Well, she could hide most of what the Muse’s scales had done. Not the wings so much, though that was something that she could deal with. They got stares, alright, but that was something that she actually liked. They weren’t lewd, they weren’t anything that really bothered her. They were just a handy little bit of anatomy that allowed her to get around town that much easier.

As for the rest, well, they weren’t so bad. Long skirts could hide her dragon feet, and most of her clothes covered the other changes. The tail, for example, and the little blue marks along her nipples, and…well…

She blushed as she stood before the mirror and looked between her legs. The vent that she had gotten when she put the scale down there had done more than change the orientation of her slit. It was more than just a horizontal thing rather than a vertical slit now. Her clit…

She rolled a finger over the vent, watching as the tip of a cock slowly pushed up. It wasn’t that she had been turned into a male, though some of the teachers had wondered about that when she was examined afterward. She still had all the parts that a woman was supposed to have, and still had the ability to bear children – though she would have to be careful about that now, considering that she could self-impregnate if she kept her new anatomy inside rather than outside during a climax. No, it was just that [i]that[/i] piece of anatomy had gone full-male, and had the sensitivity to match.

At least it was inside most of the time, though she knew that her panties were already getting massively stretched out from having to contend with the problem of erections of late. She shook her head, pulling her hands back –

“Mmm, present.”

The Muse’s teasing command left her gasping, her eyes going wide as her clit-cock suddenly pushed forward of its own volition. The dark-skinned woman smiled at her in the mirror as her clit pushed out past her sex, rising up and throbbing. Tapered like a dog’s shaft with the rippling ridges of a reptile, it was quite…potent, as manhoods came.

“Mmmph…stop that…”

“Aw, but it looks so suitable for you.”

“But it’s so hard…”

“I’ll deal with that later, if I have to.”

“But…later?”

“…Alright, dear. Alright.”

With a wave of her hand, the Muse dismissed it. Caelia sighed in relief as it slowly pulled back inside of her, leaving her with a bit of a warm, but no longer tense feeling down there. It was nice to not have to be worried about that all the time.

As her partner patted the bed, she joined her. They sat together, her leaning against the Muse’s bosom as the other woman patted her head.

“Still think that the whole sorority is a bunch of morons,” she muttered.

“They are, dear. They are.”

“Then why are we still here?”

“Because they’re still useful, and they give you connections.” The other woman chuckled. “That’s the whole reason you joined, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but…”

“They’re also embarrassed, love. They made a big mistake, and they don’t want anyone to find out about it.”

“A little late for that…” Caelia muttered.

The horses that Kaggotha had rutted when Roselle and Sar’onnath had distracted her had come back with some serious attitude problems, as well as massive shafts that prevented them from being used as warhorses, show horses, or anything else beside stud-horses. Considering that they were all but bleeding demonic corruption, they wouldn’t even be able to do that as soon as the other horse-owners saw them. They were useless, and had cost the prince who’d brought them to the Arcanamirium a great deal of money. The sorority had had to pay him back out of their own pockets, and that had only been the start. Kaggotha’s mischief and mayhem across Absalom had been horrifying when the full extent of it had come out.

The only reason that the sorority was still in existence and not wiped out of the school charter was the fact that they were assigning members to deal with as much of it as possible. If it wasn’t for the fact that they were taking responsibility for their mistakes – as much as they were trying to bury the mistake at the same time – they would have been punished horribly for what they had allowed to happen. Roselle and Sar’onnath had disappeared during that time, probably not trusting Caelia to keep her word.

She would have, though. She had given it, and she wouldn’t have ratted them out. Their disappearance, however, had managed to ensure that they would be blamed for this if they were ever found.

[i]Wonder how they’re going to do, now that they’re actually breaking the laws…[/i]

A bonded pair like that could only operate under the official observance of a group like the sorority. Just binding an outsider like that to you was technically against all laws of Absalom, as it meant that the outsider had an insane amount of authority over a mortal person. If they maintained that bond…

Well, they would be more than arrested when they were finally found. They would be punished. Badly.

But…that was something that those two would have to deal with. She wasn’t going to stress herself over their fate, not when she had her own to deal with.

“I just wish that they’d be responsible.”

“They are being responsible, dear. Responsible for themselves, at least.”

“Yeah, but…”

“And nobody forced you to be bound with me in the first place, dear.”

“Heh…would you prefer that I hadn’t come here, then?” Caelia asked.

“Not in the slightest. I would have missed out on the best of dreams…”

The Muse kissed her, and she smiled despite everything.

It had been a fight and a half to get the sorority to actually re-bind her to the Muse. They had been intent on sending the other woman back to her realm, and it had taken all kinds of begging and threats to actually make them stop. It took telling them that they were getting rid of their rescuer, and Caelia actually threatening to go to the priests – and reminding them that she could have gone there and exposed the whole operation that the sorority had allowed to happen – to get what she wanted. It was kind of a miracle that they had inducted her into the sorority after that, actually.

Of course, it was mostly temporary. The hazing time was almost over, and after that, the Muse would have to go back to her realm, anyway. It was part of the rules, and if they stayed bonded past that, they would be no better than Roselle and Sar’onnath, breaking the law and waiting to be punished for it.

However, they had a little ace in the hole…

Or at least, a mark on her body. The Muse’s hands reached down, cupping Caelia’s chest, lifting her breasts slightly. The half-human shivered as she felt gentle fingers along her scaled nipples.

“It will be harder when we can only visit in the dream-time, but at least we’ll be together, dear,” the Muse whispered.

“I wish we could be together forever.”

“I know, and so do I.”

“…Will we? Ever?”

“Maybe. It depends on how good a story you want to tell.”

She chuckled a bit, shaking her head. The Muse had already tempted her with various stories, of being some heroine guided on by her heavenly inspiration, doing good things for the world and giving them a good time in the process. The idea of being some wonderful, guiding light that happened to be rather lewd was…less embarrassing than she would have once considered it, but still more than she imagined she was capable of.

After all, she was smart, but she was no great mage. She had never planned to be, and she doubted she ever –

“Ah!”

She gasped as the Muse pulled at her nipple, sitting up straight. The other woman smiled at her, stroking her face.

“Still so lost in thought, my beauty?”

“I…a little.”

“Lay down, love.”

“Again?”

“I see no reason why not.”

“Mmmph…”

“Come now…do as your Mistress says…”

“Mmmph…yes, Mistress.”

It was a testament to her love for the other woman that she was willing to do this in the slightest. The feeling of being on her back left her feeling all kinds of vulnerable, particularly as the Muse loomed over her. A shimmer of golden light stripped the other woman of her clothes, leaving them both bare to the skin. A fully human woman laid over a half-dragon one, and she was so soft, so smooth, so gentle.

They pressed themselves together, sharing a kiss. Caelia felt her nipples getting harder, brushing against the other woman’s chest. Their thighs intertwined, and she gasped for breath as their kiss deepened, their air passing from lung to lung. They could not break from each other. Would not, more accurately.

She shivered as gentle fingers hooked her face, holding her pinned, keeping the kiss going, even as the Muse’s other hand went down. They slid up, pressing between her legs, opening her.

“Ah!”

“Mmm…”

“Nnngh…”

“Ah!”

Another gasp, another moan, the pair of them parting briefly to catch their breath before returning to the act. They could not stop themselves, not after being apart for so long. Soon, they were rolling apart, only to come together in a brand new position.

#

“Anyone following us?” Roselle called back.

“Not yet.”

“Fucking good.”

“I think we might have some time for –”

“Not yet, we don’t.”

It was weird saying ‘no’ to sex, but the halfling had been able to find it in her to disagree with the succubus for a while now. It was like the bond had changed when they’d fled the city center, and a good thing, too. The bond would have made her say yes to sex in the alleys and up a tree, and both times that would have gotten them caught by those priests that had been sent after them to catch their bounty.

She didn’t know what the hell that was about, but considering it had kept them safe so far, she’d fucking take it.

The trees around the southern port meant that they had plenty of hiding places while they looked for a ship that would take them out of the city. She squatted over one of the branches, doing her best not to grind against it as she shaded her eyes and looked at their various options.

[i]Too small, too big, too goddamn expensive…[/i]

Much as she hated being the ‘good guy’, she didn’t want to fuck around with being stowaways that couldn’t pay. The last thing that they needed was to be tossed out of the ship into the drink. She didn’t think that she could swim that far, and she doubted that the goat demon under her would be much better. Demon or not, she would only be able to go for so long, and her stamina went more towards sex than anything physical.

As evidenced by the fact that Sar’onnath was still catching her breath on the branch below, despite the fact that she had been asking for sex. Roselle, on the other hand, was fit as a fiddle.

“Any…anything good?” Sar’onnath asked.

“Couple of fishing boats that look okay, but they’re not going to be [i]going[/i] any-fucking-where.”

“Maybe we should just give up and go back.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Maybe they won’t be mad.”

“Won’t be mad? You fucking nuts?”

“I’d like to nut…”

Roselle shook her head, looking further down the port line. There had to be something, somewhere. Maybe –

Oh, that looked promising…

There was a pleasure boat that was just starting to board, one that looked like it was owned by someone pretty well-off, too. No churchmen on the boardwalk, either, just a lot of rich-looking merchants and maybe a few magicians, too. Something that looked like a good party, something that looked like they could fit in. Maybe pay their way with a bit of pleasure, if they really had to.

“I think we got a winner.”

“Finally…”

“Hey, stop complaining. I’m getting us out of here, aren’t I?”

“Yes, yes, you are.”

“And you’re going to get laid.”

“I better! I haven’t gotten fucked for three hours.”

“Well, me neither.”

“…Oh, right. You’re not a succubus.”

“Not yet,” Roselle said.

That got Sar’onnath to whip her head up, and no mistake. Roselle didn’t know why she’d said it, as a matter of fact, and rubbed the back of her head, hoping that her partner would let it go. The goat didn’t.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“No, that was something.”

“It was fucking nothing.”

“Do you…want to be?”

“…Maybe.”

It seemed like it wasn’t that bad a thing to be. Sure, she’d be hungry for sex all the time, but seriously, what was the harm in that? So a few horny assholes had to be stuck on bedrest for a while afterward; it wasn’t like she was doing harm to anyone that fucking deserved it. And it’d make it easier to get other people to agree to the extreme stuff that Sar’onnath had gotten her hooked on, that was for sure. Most people looked down on fucking halflings anyway, since it made a lot of guys feel like they were fucking a kid. Having succubus powers would go a long way to getting them to overlook that.

She shook her head, climbing off her branch. She dropped, meaning to fall all the way to the ground, but her demon partner grabbed her on the way.

“Come on. The boat’s leaving!” Roselle protested, trying and failing to squirm out of the other woman’s grip.

“Wait. Just…just tell me. Are you serious?”

“Look, can’t we talk about this on the boat?”

“Are. You. Serious?” Sar’onnath asked.

“Ugh. I’m pretty darn close to wanting it, okay? I think it’d be fun. And hell, could make it easier to keep you around. Now, can we fucking go?!”

“…Sure.”

There was more than a little confusion on the goat demon’s face, but that was something that they’d have to talk about later. For now, they needed to hurry. They couldn’t hang out in public for long, but they needed to avoid having to scurry up the side of the ship after its security spells were online. Otherwise, they’d have more problems than they knew what to deal with.

#

Andrei was showering. It was the sixth shower of the day, and he still didn’t feel quite right. Something about that mare demon just seemed to [i]cling[/i], and he couldn’t make it go away.

And it wasn’t just the dick, though that was annoying. With a horse cock clinging between his legs, it meant that he was always focused on that thing, always thinking with his cock. More than usual, at least, and that was often enough before he had something that could not, would not be ignored down there. The fact that it had ripped through three of his outfits didn’t make him like it any better, no matter how big it actually was and how impressive it might be to his other lovers.

The shower just took the sweat of the day off, though, not the feeling of that female over him. He had never, ever had someone pushing him that hard to ‘breed’ them, at least in the way that a man did a woman. There had been some bossy bottoms in the past, but this? This had been…weird.

No, not weird. [i]Wrong.[/i]

He shivered as he realized just how close he had come to being raped in a way that most men would never have considered it. Most men would have probably found it rather hot to be pinned down by a woman, made to be her living dildo. But him? He’d been this close to being fucked over and fucked hard by someone that he had no attraction to. She had forced him to be hard, forced him to be ready to fulfill some sort of role, and…

He turned the water hotter. It felt like it was probably burning off some of his skin, but it was a distraction from [i]that.[/i]

[i]It didn’t happen. It didn’t happen.[/i]

That’s what he kept telling himself, but the problem wasn’t that it happened, but that it had come so close to happening, and that he couldn’t stop it. He had fought hard, had been doing better than most of his group, but he couldn’t resist the demon. She had been too strong, too powerful, and if it hadn’t been for that magical intervention –

Click.

Tap.

Click.

“I’m not in the mood, Densharr,” he muttered under his breath.

“You may not be. But I can help with that.”

The soft-furred cat-man walked up behind him, stepping under the water. The touch of a cock on the back of his leg was oddly reassuring, something that reminded him of what he actually [i]was[/i] attracted to, something that wasn’t going to mess with him in the way that the demoness would have done. He looked over his shoulder, smiling slightly.

“Coward,” he teased.

“Brave fool.”

“Perhaps you can welcome the ‘brave fool’ home?”

“Mmmm, perhaps. What would you want of this coward?”

“…You know…for once, I don’t know.”

Instead of saying something, the feline just held him. And for that moment, that was enough for Andrei.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: And so we reach the end of this series around Caelia and the Muse. A…well, not sure we can call it a ‘happy’ ending, but it’s not a ‘bad end,’ at least.

Tags: F/F, M/M, Banishment, Goat, Equine, Horse, Mare, Demon, Dragon, Human, Hybrid, Nudity, Teasing, Kissing, Romance, Grinding, Series, Shower, Epilogue, Finale, Cock,