User blog:Flodoomable/24: A Mother's Love

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A Mother's Love.

Chapter 1:

Florea Vindivicus walked through the long halls of the Sabbath, the milfy Orc was led by hand by her beloved lilim lover Arilessa. The porky blonde smiled sweetly at the long beautiful white hair of the lilim as her succubus tail coiled around her left leg. The couple followed a Baphomet wearing small pink-rimmed glasses as her goat-tail swished from left to right. The little girl wore a skimpy high-school uniform with a skirt that bounced up and down letting you barely see the lips of her sex each time with her thong dipping in between them. The three entered a room down the restricted areas of the Sabbath, here and there golems made out of purple molten obsidian patrolled, these weren’t much the feminine master-seducing monsters one usually expected. These instead seemed like pre-DemonRealm war-Golems, blades for arms and glowing red devilgems shining menacingly from behind helmets that seemed more part of their body than removable gear. The baphomet’s little clopping of her hooves sounded out when they came to a wide open room, its roof lit by torches burning a purple flame. “Here we are, the ancient archives. The history of the world with every book, story or memory of importance any monster has ever had. Please take place and enjoy the ride as you can.” Near them stood a Hakutaku smiling to see new people in her chambers. The Orc looked in awe for a moment. In the lit room they could see no books, no scrolls, nothing apart from a huge pentagram that covered most of the room. Floating above the pentagram was a devilgem the size of a huge boulder, large stone slates floated around it circularly captured in the thin tendrils appearing and disappearing along its surface. The eye in the gem widened and turned down to stare at the Baphomet, Orc and Lilim. “Welcome.. Mortal creatures.” Florea the orc shortly felt like running away, but the stare she was given paralysed her in fear. “H-hello?” Arilessa her lover and lilim smiled content at the great orb. “Mora, we have come to add another record to the family line of our mother Lilith.” The great eye snaked its black tarlike tendrils down to circle around the Orc. “Yes, another branch on the tree of life, like only few other beings in existence has Lilith the Current DemonLord grown a quantity of branches like no other, all writing in depravity as decided by my fellow devines.” The baphomet behind them stepped back a bit. “With that I will stand guard at the door, Prince Hermeaus.” The tendrils thickened like tentacles from the tentacle forests found in and around the Royal DemonRealms. “Insignificant creature, Florea Vindivicus, married wife of Arilessa, Step-daughter of the current DemonLord, mother of Florandus Vindivicus.” Arilessa’s eye twitched each time the divinity of chaos noted her mother as only the current throne-holder, it seems the god did not make it a definite title due to what it could see in the past and future. The eye continued again as the light in it turned purple like the aura around it. “Orc.. Do you accept to grant me all of your knowledge for nothing in return but reliving it all again? Do you dare look into the past again? Accept that I can use it among my followers how I see fit?” The blonde-haired Orc moved a few strands of long hair out of her face and with a deep breath agreed. “I accept.” With that the dark tendrils sharpened to turn the end of each into a sharp spear, all of these impacting and stabbing the floor around the blonde milf, preventing any chance of escape. “Then by the power of me, Hermeaus Mora will you be added to my endless library.” A purple light shone out from his eyes, blinding the Orc in a matter of seconds.

Chapter 2:

I woke up in a cold sweat, my body moist and my limbs shivering from the low temperature. I recognised this night, and long had I wondered why I shook awake that time. I saw my body move, yet it did as I remember from the past, not how I would react now. I stumbled out of my bed and hopped over through my large bedroom to a cupboard. Using two flintstones fashioned together ornately I lit a small candle and carried the metal candleholder around with me. I could recognise my old room, the canopy bed I used to sleep in when I was small and the many stuffed pillows here and there. In the far end of my room laid the violin I had learned to use and the books I had used to study. I sleepily rubbed my eyes and wearing my nightgown walked to my bathroom. The marble was cold, but the mirror on the wall and the polished stone reflected my candle’s light brilliantly, lighting up the room better than any amount of sun normally could have. I placed the holder next to the mirror and looked back at myself. In the mirror stood a maybe fourteen year old Florea, breasts just growing in and yet a lush ass-length amount of golden blonde hair, an elegant face and captivating radiant ocean blue eyes. I wiped my face clean neatly with a soft cloth. Over the course of the night I tried to sleep again, but to no avail. Now though did I understand why that night had shook me awake, as it was then that this Mora apparently took interest in my life. Even for divines it seems not effortlessly enough to start monitoring one’s life without said mortal even noticing at least something. Next morning did that day happen that pulled me out if the slur of everyday godly lovely lazy life. I was told by a maid to wear my finest clothes and as such I had a small group of servants making a fuss near my walk-in closet on what would fit best for me today. It was with no small effort that I wiggled myself inbetween them to pick out a dress that silenced them all. Like a bunch of yes-Sayers they all delightedly cheered my sense of fashion. At the time I thought they were genuine, and even if they weren’t, it made me feel proud of myself. Following perfect etiquette I walked through the large halls to where my parents had summoned me. Coming to the lounge I stopped dead in my tracks. There my parents sat, both with wine in hand which wasn’t new, but what was new was the young seventeen year old man standing before them wearing a white uniform from the military, a high ranking one at that. The emblems on his uniform uncovered him as a high-ranking officer among the king’s in the country. His pleasant smile settled on me from beneath his short blonde hair and from is blue eyes. If there was something as the perfect man he had to be it, though in the way he and my parents smiled contently at me shocked me. “F-father, I came as swift as I could manage.” The man before me quickly took the word as if to speak on my father’s behalf. “Miss Florea, you appear more stunning than I could ever have anticipated. My name is Vincus Vindivicus, pleased to make your acquaintance.” He said it with a small bow, as courtly as he could he sat down in the chair opposite to my father. As my father wanted, the guest’s chair was set slightly lower than his own, giving him a faintly noticeable authority over this young man who could clearly be seen in Vincus fingers nervously rubbing against one another. At the delight of my mother I took my dress in hand and returned the quaint gesture. “Likewise.” My father stood up, holding his hand to me to motion to the young man. “Florea Lichtenworth, meet your new husband.” A blush creeped up on both my new other half and me as I squeeked like some girl that had just banged her finger in between a door. “H-husband?!” If I had control of my actions beyond just watching how I reacted in the past I would have surely laughed, seeing myself flustered over something that was bound to happen sooner or later. A noble’s daughter being wedded off was nothing new. I watched my younger self stumble through the hour of conversation as the flustered shocked teenager I was.

Chapter 3:

The next following months I spoke much with my new wedded husband, then came the night I now both hated and loved most. I was speaking late with my new man about his work with the army. He appeared to be a master archer that had a habit of randomly disappearing 2 weeks and returning casually right after as if nothing had happened. That night however he was touchier than normal. Usually he held my hand and kept his arm around my waist to nurture me and I had grown to like it. The man I had fallen in love with lowered his hand from my lower back to rest on my hips. He began spinning stories of having children and building up a family, at this early an age no less. I pulled his hand from where it should not have been, but his fierce desire took hold after the months of slowly courting me. I was pulled to our bed and swept up in the way his hands moved over my body, taking my innocence with surprising ease and little resistance. As my monster self-watching another man take me like this made me sick to my stomach, but this younger version of me was not aware of what she would come to love in the future. My young body was used by his raw desire for a a good half hour, which was long for human standards. That night I saw in his eyes the carnal sight of a wild beast. A month after that I stopped bleeding, it became apparent I had gotten pregnant. It was then that he stopped being a soldier in the king’s army; he bought us a small farmhouse in a distant valley and rode us there via carriage. It was hard adjusting to live in such a small house, but I had read many books and novels, digging out a small vegetable garden for myself to plough around in. It was strange that two noble beginnings would take a farmhouse over a manor, but Vincus wanted it and thus it happened. I slowly relaxed and forgot many elegant features being a housewife the first 3 weeks there. The food made me slightly plump, the work made me strong, and the housework made me sweet. Though these were not bad qualities, one could hardly call me a noble’s daughter aside from my delicately soft skin, blue eyes and golden blonde hair. Near the end of my second month with child I was surprised my husband had not laid another hand on me, though his truly happy smile never faded as he saw my change from neat and orderly princess to the by far most beautiful farmer’s daughter in all of the land. We got a letter that day, telling that Vincus had been called out by the ChiefGoddess’s authority to become a hero. With the promise of returning soon he rode off on the only transport we had. I had been a fool for letting him walk away that day. For another month did I work my hands to the bones despite pregnant to feed myself with the food I grew, foraging the surrounding forest if the plants did not do well that day. Every day I would return my gaze down to the horizon of the valley below in the hope to see my then beloved Vincus again. His smile, his kindness, his company and his sense to provide for me. The third month came to an end when I heartbroken realise he would not return. I saw my younger self read the letter again and again, Vincus said he would return soon, though the letter clearly never mentioned whether he could return or not. On the first day of the fourth pregnant month did I burst into tears, both anger and sadness at being left behind. Not just me, but our child inside me too left behind only for us both to succumb under the tasks a pregnant women could never do on her own.

Chapter 4:

That night however a tingling in my nethers stirred me from my sleep, drawing my hand downwards. No five minutes after the start of my masturbation did a knock come on my door. Feeling heavy with child, tired with sleep and cold with sexual sweat I heaved out of bed, waddling out of my bedroom to the front door. I opened it expecting a message of death from my no longer husband, or even himself if struck by luck. What I was met with instead turned out to be a similarly aged girl covered in a cloak that hid everything but her brilliant red glowing eyes. “Miss.. Oh my.. My apologies for waking you up in a dire state it seems.” I remember clearly how I stood there, wet, horny, tired and exhausted. “I-it’s okay. What is it you want?” The cloaked woman smiled sly at the pregnant belly. “May I speak with your husband? I would love to spend the night out of the cold; I would offer my help with work tomorrow morning as repayment.” I lowered my gaze and sniffled. “He is no more, but If your offer still stands, the couch is free.” As I walked back to my bed happy to close my eyes a pomf sounded out behind me. The girl had still dressed simply slumped down there. Little did my younger me know that that was the beginning of the rest of my happy life. I woke up the next day wet again, but it was not sweat that covered me, instead my thighs were drenched in my own juice. Fearing my waters had broken four months early I slipped a finger in to check, but thankfully I had only experienced a wet dream. I stopped to realise it, did my libido get thrice as needy all of a sudden? Are these the so called mood-swings of pregnancy? I got out of bed and licked the juices off my finger, flustering up my face. I tasted delicious, not only that, I still felt sexually needy. Shaking my head to snap out of it I walked back into the livingroom with drenched panties to see the sight of the girl from last night. Just like I once was she looked stunning in every right. Her clothes lay slightly open giving me ample view of her cleavage and thighs, despite being a similar gender I caught myself drooling and fingering at the sight of this girl. Slowly she stretched, rolling in place on the couch causing me to yelp and run back to my bedroom as fast I could to dry up my crotch and put on something decent. Returning I was greeted by the girl taking off the cloak and showing her skimpily dressed self-smile back at me. “Ah, hello Miss. You look much better than last night. I’m Arilessa, nice to meet you.” Almost on instinct I raised my dress again elegantly and greeted her like I was learned to. “I am Florea.. Vindivicus, pleased to meet you too.” I felt a hand on my belly and noticed the girl’s pleasant smile inches from mine. “A healthy boy huh? Too bad his old man went away.” Unlike my younger self I still remembered what I had said the night before, I must have sounded like some old hag. With wide eyes I looked back at the girl “H-how did you know about my husband?” The magically disguised friend placed her finger on my lips and cooed. “Don’t worry, I will keep my promise. I’ll help you out for the day in turn for letting me sleep here.” I nodded and over the course of the day we took care of all the little jobs that had backlogged due to my added babyweight. Near the end of the mid-day did I slump down on my couch with Arilessa next to me, seemingly fascinated with me and my belly, giving me compliments about my appearance and pressing her bouncy features against me. If my parents had known they would have shamed themselves, but little by little I began to desire for this girl, wanting to test out those soft lips of hers and press them against mine. “Ari, would you mind staying here a little longer?” The girl that had come at my door in dead of night perked up surprised, changing her smile for a grin. “Of course, of course. I would love to stay here a little longer~” When nightfall came she retired to bed, I however kept feeling a fire in my loins. No idea why it was, but I felt the need to have myself touched. As if called by my own voice did I feel a hand slide between my thighs into my panties, I wanted to get away. My body did not move though, on the contrary it squished the hand between my thighs to keep it there, marking the cue for Arilessa to giggle into my ear and plant a kiss in my neck. I had my crotch worked over and soon ended up with my face inbetween her legs while she did the same for me, licking at my nethers. Teaching me the pleasures of a same-sex-session we spent the night instilling the child in my belly with our raw passion. I smiled cutely next morning as Arilessa gave me a giggle, pressing a kiss on my lips and telling me that she would love to stay for much longer.

Chapter 5:

Over the next fifth month I would be taught sexual pleasure by this girl till I looked in the mirror with a scream. Back at me stared a fifteen year old woman, plump, cute, milfy and with wiggling pig-ears. “Pig ears? PIG EARS?!” I ran over to Arilessa as she sat on the couch nomming a handful of grapes, the lilim nearly jumped out of her skin as she saw my porky appearance charge over to her and nuzzle my face into her cleavage sobbing. “Weeeah! Ari, I became a fat pig, Literally!” My new girlfriend giggled and coiled her tail and wings around me, petting my head while I practically motorboated her chest. Looking up I had something that could have been a heart-attack seeing that my friend actually had horns, wings and a tail. “Hihi, don’t worry Florea. You aren’t some thick piggy, you are my cute Porky Orcy.” I looked up at her with a teary face. “W-wah? I don’t understand.” I smile seeing my younger self sob at the wonderful transformation, Arilessa shrugging at it and treating me with gentle care. “It’s nothing to be worried about really, you are now a monster like me. And you look stunning, truly.” I was given a kiss on the lips, giving me a healthy blush as I realised I no longer felt exhausted due to pregnancy. I sat up in alarm, rubbing a hand over my belly in fear my transformation did something with my baby boy. The fear was gone fast as I could still feel the little bundle of joy inside me. I had a long conversation with Ari about what it meant to be a monster, doing my best to adjust my views to it. Apparently the woman I had gotten feelings for was actually a lilim, and making passionate love with her and feeling her love for me too had turned me into a monster that best fitted my personality. Asking Ari about that it meant I was both very determined and strong, while also caring and sweet. Content at that I asked what would become of my baby. “Oh, he’ll be fine. Though I’m sure he will have a great youth with you as a mother.” I raised my eyebrows, realising I never even thought about that, I had not even read anything about parenting. As I told my lover about my lack of knowledge I saw the same problematic blank face I wore on her face as well. She nervously shrugged, mentioning that we would figure it out somehow. “Wait, you want to stay and raise my baby with me?” Arilessa smiled sweetly and slipped a finger in her nethers, taking it out again and drawing a heart-figure on my belly with her own juices. “I love you, and I love your son too. I want to be there for you when you raise him.” I blushed and with a smile spread out the wet heart over my belly hoping that my baby would enjoy his aunty’s juices too. “I love you too Ari, and I’ll happily have you with me raising our son.” The lilim smiled not from lust, but from pure happiness. Kissing Florea’s bellybutton and moving up to rub her crotch against the pregnancy-belly, using her tail to further divide the feminine water over the baby’s resting place. “We will show it how good we are at parenting and make sure to teach him with lots of love~” I nod at her happily and grasp my lactation starting breasts, massaging them to make sure they are totally developed for when our little boy comes.

Chapter 6:

Hearing from Arilessa that sex makes a monster daughter more lustfull and healthy she and I spent the remaining months having passionate and endlessly days and nights with lewd fantasies before and after the farm work necessary to feed ourselves. Between sessions we would curl up together on the couch or in bed to read through several books about parenting she had requested via some kind of teleportation service from some place called The Sabbath. On the day of birth I remembered I was sniffing my own panties and putting up a show for my masturbating lilim when my waters broke. While this got her off, we spent no time for her afterglow, preparing everything we had needed for the birthing. Arilessa ran to the fruitbowl in the livingroom and fished out a small magic gem, throwing and shattering it on the ground only for the room to be engulfed with magic. As the magic died down we were suddenly surrounded by a small group of witches, familiars and a single baphometh who all spread out to clear space in our bed and placing more padding along with towels, hot water and many more items. Unlike what you would expect, a monster giving birth was not much different from a human, though instead of pain I experienced a long chain of the most extreme orgasms I could ever imagine. When the Baphometh in a skimpy nurse’s outfit pulled out the young child all girls apart from me and Arilessa looked in awe, for I had birthed a perfectly healthy human boy. With the initial disbelief over they quickly washed my little baby and put him in the most adorable fluffy blue pyjama into my hand. One of the witches came to their patient and asked if I wanted the boy to become an incubus. It was a first for me, but I seemed to let out the more ferocious side of my Orc nature as I glared at her like a thunderous god of war. The little girl nearly wet herself with how quickly she stepped back from me, according to Ari that was what kept her as a lilim from then on freely releasing her corrupting aura as well. As such our home stopped being a mini house-wide DemonRealm as to not let me become a black sheep in my family’s eyes as I had been with my transformation. Thanking the Sabbath’s medical care Arilessa returned to snuggle in the bed with me and our child. It wasn’t long though for me to undress my son to notice him peeing on me. As a mother I didn’t really mind, but both me and Ari had never seen a baby do that before, neither of us had seen a baby before mine anyway. I had to hide a snicker as Ari joked about me and my son being into watersports, a second later she opened one of the books about parenting and placed it aside to show me on the spot how to put a towel-like diaper on our child. You would likely expect a monster to immediately tear off the diaper and find a way to sex the child, but in reality Ari just crawled into bed with me and dried me of while we cuddled with the little thing mushed between our breasts. Oh boy.. And then came the crying. Both of us shot into a full panic, hearing my little baby cry like a firehorn going off near our ears. With my lover stumbling about the room frantically searching the book for a solution I swayed my baby in my arms. “Good baby, kind little baby, please stop crying, I don’t know why you’re crying, mommy is here.” Arilessa jumped up from beside the bed and glared at the child, grasping it in her arms as both fast and gentle as she could, presenting his mouth with my nipple. Suddenly the hellish crying stopped and was replaced by sweet silence and not only that, instead of fright for what was wrong I became fully aroused, the sensation of breastfeeding coursing through my senses. I’m definitely sure my milk became slightly stronger in taste, seeing as my little baby had increased the speed at which it drank and with how hot and bothered I felt all over. I covered my mouth as my nethers suddenly spilled over, Ari’s face being covered in it as she had snuck under the blankets to take advantage. It was till she licked my untouched nipple with my netherjuice on it and made my baby suck it clean that I got yet another orgasm. The sheer thought of my child tasting both sides of me firing a perversion inside me that surely stained my heart. I don’t know if this kind of thought is bad, but at the time I was practically on a high. A promise to myself kept me partially sober though. Do not corrupt it, who knows what would happen at such a fragile time of its life. My and Ari’s thoughts focused on our child, only spending the time of gardening to discuss on what we would do with our relationship. Who is the husband, and who is the wife. The thought made us both giggle.

Chapter 7:

By the time my son became five I had well developed my desires for both him and my wife Arilessa, we married on the day of our son’s first birthday, on an altar in the Royal DemonRealm cathedral did we say our vows to one another and make the famed marital kiss that would kickstart the rest of our lives together. Naming our child Florandus Vindivicus. Caring for a child was hard work, but rewarding. I remember fondly the baths we would take. I would undress and sit my plump posterior down in the bath and lift my young son into the bath as well, as cute as he was he immediately began splashing in the water, behind him opposite to me came Arilessa to sit in the bath, her smile as sweet as mine while we watched eachother’s alluring bodies and inbetween, our little child cheekily giggle and walk about in the for him chest-high water. Ari would lather his back and butt in with soap while my son was given a handful as well, eagerly subbing and spreading it over my breasts and middle. I would smile fondly as he unknowingly teased my milkbuds or rub up my thighs, for a boy his age this was all just playing for him. I happily fondled his cute wee-wee as it became stiff, though I seriously doubt he knew what that meant or how unusual it apparently should have been for a mother near a son. After both of us were done soaping up I would direct my son’s small immature rod into my netherfolds, and Ari would hug her chest against my son’s back. Like that we rubbed the little blonde squirt clean between our bodies, me enjoying the feeling of my son moving inside me and Ari enjoying the pleasure of washing his hair while coiling her tail around all three of us. It was Arilessa that suggested it, but from then on I would make sure my little boy was always satisfied in both the pleasure and breast-milk department. Ari would also enjoy the feeling of my lips against hers as we sandwiched. It would only be present day when I found out that it’s apparently normal to stop breastfeeding around the age of two or three, but we both like it, so even today I do it. Back in that bath I would rub my son until I felt his essence fill me up, then I would release him and watch the cute little thing get snuggled to death by my lover while he recovered. We had the perfect system for bathing. We would clean Florandus, then Ari would hold him in place while I cleaned her and then I would hug the excited little thing till Ari washed my whole body and hair. Of course, I had to hold back my voice whenever my wife rubbed her tail between my legs and held her hands on my chest. She was as much as I, a sexy predator. We had come to learn in these five years just how tiring being a parent is, if you didn’t keep your son with you he would wonder through the house and get up to all kinds of mischief. This was especially true when I would take naps on the couch, my little boy would often come up behind me and start pulling, prodding or rolling my curly pigtail around his finger like it was some toy. Or I would find him picking up anything his little hands could grasp and walking around with them like Ari’s magic gems. Over the years I and my love watched our offspring slowly grow up more, and our love for eachother deepened as we went through it together. Once he was eight he looked exactly like his father, short-blonde, blue eyes and a pleasant smile on his face. One day he whined loudly at Ari over something, walking in on them my son ran up to me and grabbed my arm. “Mooom, aunty Ari stole my treasure!” I can only imagine the confused expression on my face when my lover presented me with a sword and bow she had confiscated; we pulled Florandus on my lap and asked him where he got those. How could we know he would lead us to a hidden hatch that lead to a basement filled with parchments, weapons, bows and one set of armor belonging to my husband which I didn’t recognise. I decided to give my son a stern talking to while my lilim marathon-read all the parchments spread around in there. I was calmly breastfeeding my eight year old cutie with his head under my sweater when his Aunty walked back in with a book of notes she had compiled explaining my former husband was actually a ranger from some secret guild. The last entry had a note for my son if he had become adult to persue becoming a ranger, for it would grant him a better life than becoming a simple farmer or soldier. My friend and I discussed it for a few nights while Ari had the Sabbath dig up all that they could about the guild, finding as good as nothing about it. With a map leading to said guild we agreed to honor the legacy of Vincus, besides being our sex-toy Ari and I never once before thought about our son’s future. We believed we had it all thought out, a farm, growing our own crops, playing games or mating, but it felt like the ideal life for a couple like Ari and me, not Ari, me and one extra. And so we decided to teach our son what his father had left him. From then on Ari would occasionally bring home monster instructors who would help train my son. I wasn’t completely on board with it all, especially a manticore waving her spiked tail around him while teaching him about hunting or an arachne knitting up bindings while explaining her own biology, but I rested with the fact that he was in good hands and returned to our bed and my breast each night.

Chapter 8:

It was when our son turned twelve that he had become fully sexually aware, getting stiff and clingy each time he would spot me and sometimes Ari wearing less than our usual modest clothes. Honestly I didn’t mind all that much, mostly because my monster instinct had marked his nectar as my one and only. And so we would happily indulge in lewd threesomes whenever his teenage needs and his genetically inherited high libido rose up. As for Ari, with my son growing into an equal opponent to us in sex she started experimenting as well. Putting leashes on him and me, inserting toys in us three and attempting many different fantasies. I certainly giggled when my only child pulled out the insertion inside him in a panic and ran off avoiding Ari for a week, then when offered to stick the toys in us or taking our leashes for him to command he would gladly play along. The lilim was proficient at knowing and exploiting my weakspots, using her tongue and teaching our little one how to tease me too. Ari would double her efforts pleasuring me whenever our son was busy learning archery, though I totally didn’t mind the extra attention in the slightest. With the competitor around, Ari felt more and more pressed to pull me into her loving arms and kiss me deeply in the open, as if to mark that she was my ‘main’. With them both getting busier and busier I started feeling like I had to become more productive as well. I could only so long play the housewife/parental-cumdump without wanting something new. Sensing the new calling my love bought me a cooking book from the Sabbath which had now opened up outposts across the world for cross-teleportation trading with the Royal DemonRealm, various handy items showing a small tag ‘Made in the Sabbath’. Together with Ari I learned the fun of baking cakes and cooking extravagant meals for us like how my servants used to make them for my parents and me. It could never match my lilim lover’s devilishly good cooking, but even being half as good still made me better than most cooks in this whole country. Every day I would move from kitchen to garden, to forest and back to the kitchen trying out herbs and spices together with meat we bought from the nearby village. My favourite will always be poutry-harpy eggs mixed with melting vegetable and slices of pseudo-matango dipped in a plate of my boy’s potent Spirit Energy. I even found my old habit of playing the violin. Jaunty tunes, classical songs, long serenades to Ari even where a daily fun actifity. While it was nice living like that I often remembered unfinished business in the past, my supposed husband never to be seen again and my parents not even so much as looking me up despite me being their only child as far as I’m aware. Deciding that it was time to tie up loose ends I asked my succubi-love if she could find out what had happened to Vincus Vindivicus. As my son turned fourteen I planned a trip to my parents, much to my luck they still lived where they once did. For the first time in years I watched from the window to the surroundings of our farm. The house stood at the top of a hill where a valley would start, around us where naturally growing fields of flowers that showed brilliant colors all times of the year. With a frog in my throat I looked out over the horizon to the lands below. I packed a bag with provisions and took out a grey cloak over a nice dress with decorative frills and flower patterns. These clothes where far more than your average farmer’s cloth, but it was a visit to my parents after all. The thought absolutely terrified me, to be subject to their judgemental stare at how their slim elegant little girl had become a milfy Orc with engorged breasts and wild yet still golden blonde hair. I gave both Ari and Florandus a deep kiss and stepped a foot outside my house. It was strange. Normally I left the house everyday to farm or forage, but now it felt unnatural. With a hesitant shake in my step I pulled the hood of my cloak over my ears, stuffed my tail in my panties and started walking.

Chapter 9:

I faintly remembered the way the carriage took, it was only a day’s journey. The journey was by carriage though, which meant it was probably more akin to four days by foot. While I did note that I was faintly out of shape, spending most of my days being played with on the couch, bath or in bed, I hadn’t realised it till I started huffing and puffing after a mere hour of skipping along the dirt path. The scenery of flowers had replaced itself with trees here and there along the path. The road was windy and curved between trees that were too large to uproot. The area around our house was really devoid of live, it was the only one around a long, long way away from any town or settlement. Naturally this was a prime location for a manor far away of any city plebeian, but aside from the farm, none had yet settled this far away from the nearest city under the faith of the ChiefGodess. I travelled another few hours till a caravan passed me by, with a raised hand I called if I could get a lift. The owner was a man with a few crates and chests in his cart. He was well dressed, a merchant at first sight. “For a few copper I would let you on.” I shook my head as I hadn’t needed money in years. “I don’t have any coins I’m afraid. Would you please still let me on?” The man looked me up and down with a small grin forming in the corners of his mouth. “I could, for a favor.” My worried expression and withdrawing hands must have stuck a sense of guilt in him as his grin faded. “Ehm. Actually, just hop on, I will let you off this once.” A small chuckle drew from him as I visibly calmed. With a short hop I placed my rump on the back of his cart and asked about the surrounding area. “Nothing but an abandoned farm a few miles back and a burned down settlement many miles more. Currently going to Torval, a small village partway to the first town you’ll see in the region. It’s a few hours from here.”