“Run! Move that green arse! RUN!” Teimon, an unscrupulous dwarf shouted as he sped past Krêhyna. “What?” Krêhyna was confused. He tossed a vial of a purplish-white goo over his shoulder which the half-orc caught. She placed it into a pouch on her belt and was about to crack a smile before a bolt of energy struck the stone pillar she had had hid behind, leaving a long diagonal crack which caused split the pillar in two. Krêhyna was turning to run when she saw it. Human in shape but its flesh was long since gone from this world. White ethereal goop oozed from its form while from its open mouth contained animal like teeth. The ruins of an old Amnish fortress had proven to be both a blessing and a curse for the lair of a Lich. Lots of cover was provided, but the amount of jumping and climbing was tiresome, especially when in flight. Another bolt of energy struck the ground between her legs and sent her several feet forward and tumbling into the ground “Not..worth...it” Krêhyna groaned with just a hint of pain in her voice As Krêhyna pulled herself up she saw Teimon a dozen yards ahead, readying something in his crossbow. Krêhyna had hoped the Lich would give up the chase as they moved further and further away from its lair, that it might just be bound to the area as Hannah had told her days ago. “Steal from a Lich she said. See the more intriguing regions of Amn she said” she muttered before a bolt grazed her,the burning pain was almost unbearable, but served as a quick reminder of potential death and kept her moving. “And bless mah brother, the stupid bastard” She could hear Teimon, was he praying? “And even Reina, I stole more than ye heart” “TEIMON!” his half-orc comrade called. “SHOOT IT! Gods love SHOOT IT!”. Krêhyna’s drow heart was in her throat. Despite Solkah’s magical inclinations, a feral lich was not something he was prepared to deal with, not to mention the explanation he’d have to give if Thud and Blood Krêhyna engaged the lich with spells. “ALMOST!” Teimon called back, he could hear Krêhyna’s frenetic running and her leaps over the scattered stones. Another bolt tore into the ground next to her and taking a chunk of stone with it. She rolled, she swerved, doing her best to avoid moving in a straight line. From his leather backpack he pulled a handful of vials, all the same size but of different colors. “HURRY THE FU” She heard it, the whistle of a crossbow bolt. She didn’t turn to look but she did hear a thud followed by what sounded like boiling goop. “GOT HIM!” Teimon yelled. Krêhyna heard the goopy sounds of the lich, it had fallen to the ground. From the corner of her eye, she could see the creature falling to its knees. She stopped, not ready to celebrate just yet. She looked to Teimon in the distance, who had his crossbow in hand, waving at her. Turning her gaze back to the lich, the undead creature had turned pink and had started to stand back up. The oozing, skeletal form of the lich seemed a bit...woozy. “Teimon” Krêhyna said, surprised and out of breath “What did you…” It exploded. Teimon stopped his waving as his victorious smile turned into a look of pale dread as Krêhyna vanished in the wave of pink goo. “K…” He bolted towards her. ‘KREHYNA!” He wasn’t made for this much running. A spot of burnt earth and a ring of pink was all that remained of the lich. ‘Krêhyna?” he said in a worried tone as she came into view. The blast had thrown her against a pillar. “What...did...you...shoot...him...with?” The half-breed asked, no small amount of anger in her voice and no small amount of goo on her body. “Uh...bit of everything” Teimon replied. Krêhyna let out a deep sigh and with a loud wet pop, pulled herself from the stone pillar. “I think it was worth it” Teimon had told her when they returned to the Lich’s lair. The creature possessed a decent amount of valuables such as a chest of silver coins and a handful of enchanted items. What Krêhyna had come for was not some minor loot. The half-orc watched as Teimon put anything of worth into his leather backpack. “If only you knew” she thought to herself, her hand going to the vial tucked away in her belt. “The others won’t be happy that we did this without them” Teimon said to her, but she wasn’t listening, she had what she needed. Krêhyna pulled the vial from her pouch, holding it to the moonlight drenched window of the flophouse. “Hmmm, quite the find” she muttered to herself, light wasn’t going through the goo filled vial. She leaned back in her chair, the light of the moon reflecting off her smooth and clean green skin. She was an orc of mixed descent but of significant good looks. Her hair was a loose and wavy mohawk. She wore tight leather armor which left little to the imagination when her heart shaped and toned rear end was viewed. Three freckles adorned a pretty, human looking face while two large mammaries, which seemed as if they might break free of the leather at any moment. She wondered if it was no longer useable due to the rough handling Teimon had given it when fleeing from the lich. The dwarf thought that she was selling the vial to a retired Cowled Wizard, mostly because thats what she told him. The half-breed didn’t really care if the dwarf believed or not, he knew she could take care of herself. She put the vial back into her belt and sighed. She didn’t feel too comfortable waiting in a place like this, with its filthy floors, rotten wood walls, ceiling holes and a smell that brought back memories of a Dryder pit. The residents didn’t seem to mind or even notice her presence at least. Krêhyna yawned, her contact was late and Solkah was losing his patience. “Deal is off then” She said to herself as she stood from the chair and walked towards to the door. She reached for the handle when the door was thrown open. “Hannah” Krehyna said, startled and irate by the late arrival of the contact. A middle age human woman with short black hair and brown skin walked into the flophouse. She was completed covered in studded leather armor and had a short sword at her side. Her face was lightly scared and she had an eyepatch over her left eye. Two men followed her, both in similar garb, but hooded. “I had to be sure only you had come” Hannah said, unapologetically. “Don’t keep me waiting again” The half orc replied sternly. “Do you have it?” Hannah asked. Krehyna once more pulled the strange vial from her pouched belt. “Good” Hannah said, pleased that Krêhyna had managed to acquire the elixir “I want half now” “Why?’ “Because the last time I took you on your word I almost died” “It wasn’t slumbering” The apprentice said, surprised “I was almost melted” “Thats not possible” one of the men with her said. He pulled back his hood to reveal a boy in his late teens with a pockmarked face and loose, greasy black hair. “I was his apprentice for ye...ye...years” the boy stuttered. “H...He never possessed the power for a full transformation...H..He was mad” the former apprentice said with a degree of confidence Krêhyna took a step forward towards the boy. She looked down at him, into those brown puppy dog like eyes and said ‘You’re stupidity almost killed me” She bared her sharp orc teeth and snarled “Do not speak again, idiot boy” The apprentice seemed angry for a moment, he opened his mouth to challenge the half-breed’s insult, but looked away, embarrassed. “Enough” Hannah said, pushing them apart. She snapped her fingers and the second hodded man produced a small chest from his cloak and held it out to Krêhyna. A joyous spark appeared in the half-orc’s eyes and she appeared to forgot about the apprentice. “Good” Krêhyna’s benefactor said, taking notice of the change in her demeanor. “Only two days?” Krêhyna asked. “ At most, then they will be reunited with their family’, and a heavily armed escort” Hannah replied. She gestured to the vial and handed Kreêhyna a note, “That should get you inside the keep” Krehyna took the note and quickly skimmed it “Who is Deidre?” “The head of Lord Heiborn’s guard and escort to the rescued” Krêhyna crossed her arms, her large firm breasts pushing.the top of her nipples forward and almost peeking through her leather jerkin. The half-orc smirked and asked “What does she look like?” “Sir Kastan Heiborn, heir to Lord Fathren Heiborn” Krêhyna read aloud to herself as her horse trotted along the road beside her. Solkah never felt very comfortable on the creatures but powered through for several hours if only to save the precious time he would need. “And Lady Gianna Vikton, fiance to Kastan” said the half-orc, emulating the voice of an arrogant noble women Krêhyna stopped walking for a moment “Vith uns’aa what boring names some humans have” she said with a tinge of disappointment in her voice. Krêhyna stopped and crumpled up the letter and put it in her mouth, swallowing it. She couldn’t risk it being found anywhere on her person or on that of a different guise. Solkah was used to the ancient and known names of the families of the underdark, and despite his years on the surface, found most human names to be droll and void of substance or history. The Keep of Lord Janos Arkst was where the knight and his bride had made their temporary home, according to Hannah. Ambushed on the road, Lord Janos’s men came across the bandits and rescued the sir and his fair lady. The bandits had hoped to exact a steep price for the return of the couple, but were easily found and became nothing but red stains on a forest floor. Krêhyna’s employer had hoped to re-acquire them and hold the pair for a proper ransom in a proper place, before they passed into the more secure hands. An hour of walking later, the home of Lord Janos came into view. It was a large keep with surprisingly high curtain wall with thick grey stonework. It sat in the middle of a flat plain at the crest of a small hill which bordered a freshwater stream. A small village lay a short distance from the portcullis, though with the sun quickly fading, only a handful of souls walked about the modest village whose only building of note that Krêhyna’s elf eye’s could see was a stone Inn while the rest of the dwellings were a combination of wood and brick. She lead the horse down into the village, only the light of the dusk sun gave any illumination as the town lacked any sort of lamps. She handed the horse off to an elderly man and flipped a gold coin into his hand who replied with a toothless grin. “Hold him for me” Krehyna said with a wink before walking off to the Inn. The man nodded “Yes miss” his eyes on the orcish girl’s leather clad and shapely rump. Five gold pieces and several stares later Krêhyna had her room. The humble lodgings consisted of a flat hay bed along with a pillow that needed more feathers and a medium sized mirror that Krehyna had paid extra to have. A small crack ran along the side of the mirror glass, but it would do for Solkah’s purpose. Krêhyna kicked off her boots and stood in front of the mirror. Her form wasn’t slender, but strong and toned with smooth greenish skin and slightly plump lips. She was entirely of Solkah’s imagination, both in appearance and personality, and he didn’t need her at the moment. “Until next time, Krêhyna” said in the voice of a drow male. She reached back and pulled her leather jerkin off followed by her tight leather pants. For a moment she stood still, observing her own looks in the mirror. She moved her legs apart, her trimmed bush and womanhood reflected back at her. “What do you sound like Deidre?” Krêhyna asked her reflection as her hands moved to the top of her head. “Are you stern?” her voice now that of a a veteran warrior woman “ Or” her pubic hair pushed forward and, the bulge twitching. “Are you from northern towns?” Her voice was now thick with a northern accent. The bulge now extended at least ten inches forward, its shape that of a dickhead. “Or” a low moan left her lips “Maybe” There was a sound, like wet, stretching leather. “You” she thrusted forward, a massive, throbbing black member tore through her bush. “Sound” the volume of her moaning was rising. “Like” from the hole in her pubic region a seam traveled upward, over her trim and toned stomach and between her large breasts. “Me” the cockhead erupted in a spray of sticky, steamy seed, it was as if Solkah was pissing it. The seam finally reached the neck of the orc girl who started to fall away, like a large unbuttoned shirt on a small frame. Her eye’s emptied and breasts deflated as Solkah’s malleable charcoal grey body shifted its mass. Two large female looking breasts reformed into muscular pecs on his chest and hips reduced in wideness. He placed both hands on his still spurting member, needing both to fully grip his thickness. His wads kept both strength and velocity for a good minute before his grapefruit size testicles started to twitch and his spray became a dribble, signaling that he was satisfied and that his virile tesitcles were already producing more. He stepped out of Krêhyna’s hollow skin, the orc girl’s feet required an extra shake before his own dark feet were freed. Solkah was tall for a drow with a lean and highly muscular body. Silver piercings covered his face and green tattoo’s ran along the drow’s body. His face was feminine and eyes of a reddish-orange with black sclera in place of the normal humanoid white which showed his mixed genetic heritage. Solkah reached back to his own rump and peeled off Krêhyna’s perky green cheeks letting them fall to the wood floor with light thud as his own butt shifted back into its normal masculine shape. “Whew” He ran a hand through his dredlocked hair, still feeling some post bliss from his ejaculation. “Now” he said, bending over and scooping up the remains of his orgasm into his hands. Normally he would use magic as his pleasured himself and the skinsuit would be created as he plastered whatever his member was aimed at, but there were times when he got his hands wet. “Strawberry blond hair with some white. Tall and imposing. Peachy skin and rough hands” Hannah’s description played out in his mind and his hands. “Strong faced with a broken nose and dark blue eyes. No nonsense. Very noble” Hannah’s description playing over in his head. A greenish white magical energy emanated from Solkah’s hands as his seminal fluids started to thicken and start to change both color and texture. His hands molded the clay like substance for less than a minute before he held the shape outword. “Hello Deidre” Solkah said to the empty skin, an insidious grin upon his face “I hope I do you justice” his voice now that of a rough and ready human female. Solkah opened his mouth and reached down his throat and into his stomach. With a wet schlick he pulled a small bag of holding from his gullet. He tossed the small bag onto the bed before turning the empty human female around. Her flesh had minor scrapes and scars(Which he thought was appropriate for a warrior), short hair and an athletic tone to her skin. With one of his long finger nails, he cut an opening in the back of the suit, between the shoulder blades and down to the top of the butt. With a sly grin Solkah put his right arm into the skin’s back, followed by his left.. The still warm flesh almost gave him goose bumps as his legs followed into the suit’s seam. He took a moment to wiggle his new fingers and toes. It took an extra moment to adjust his own foot size to that of his disguise. He cracked his neck side to side and pulled the empty head of Deidre over his own, her face longer and jaw more chiseled, was but a momentary adjustment for Solkah as the head contorted and filled up. The imposter reached behind her back and with a small spark of “her” fingertips the seam closed and Solkah’s flesh was now completely covered. “Strength and Honor!” she said to her reflection in the mirror with a salute, but not a straight face. She chuckled and remarked how awful it sounded before regaining composure and taking a firm stance “My name is Deidre” she reached over and into the bag, a chain mail vest followed by greaves and what looked like cloth. “And” she looked at her reflection “My eyes are a dark blue” as she spoke the black sclera receded and was replaced with the normal human white. The orcish red dissipated to be replaced by a darkened blue. She bent down and scooped one last handful of drow seed from the floor, she was almost ready. “WHO GOES THERE!?” The guardsman called to the horsed figure. The horse trotted from the shadows, the fire of the gate light shining off the armor of the rider. The guard, a middle aged and bearded man in dirty breastplate, held his pike in front of the horse. “Hold!” He commanded. The figured dismounted. “I am Deidre, guards captain and sir in the service of lord Heiborn” she took a step forward and gestured to her horse, there was another figure a top it. “My page’s horse threw her from the saddle and galloped away” she said, her voice taking on a more urgent tone “I’ve bandaged the wound but she needs rest”. The guard paused for a moment before raising an eyebrow. “You’re a day early and without escort, M’lady” “Lady?” she advanced on the guard. “I am no lady, I am a knight” her voice, infusing with anger. “I do not wear dresses or fawn over young men” “I only meant” the guard tried to say but Deidre would have none of it. “I protect my lord, his family, his people” her nostrils flared “I am a shield against my lord’s enemies” her hand went to the hilt of her longsword “And a blade against his enemies” “Apologies, Ma...Sir” “I would see my companion and myself to a warm room for rest” Deidre said, turning from the man and pulling her page from the horse. The page had a what appeared to be a head wound as a red stained piece of cloth covered the top of her head. “This way, Sir” the guard said, and lead Deidre into the keep. She carried her page in her arms, the page was motionless. ‘Should I call the physician?” the guardsman asked. “No, I’ve tended to it, she just needs rest” Deidre replied. The interior of the keep showed the wealth of its lord with its many tapestries, old battle scarred suits of plate armor adorned its walls along with the odd hunting trophy. The guard lead her up a floor and to a room with a wooden door “The room for our honored guests” he said with a bow. “Lord Janos does not liked to be wakened before midday. Please call if you need anything and M’lord will see you at noon” he said, trying to make up for the earlier encounter “I shall need to see Kastan and Gianna at first light before I reunite with my men” she said. The guard nodded turned to leave Deidre with her injured page. “And could you send up some water?” Deidre asked. I’ll have it sent to the room at once” he said with a bow and left, closing the door behind him. “Thank you” Deidre said to her page, kissing her on the forehead before throwing her onto the bed, the page’s body flailed in the air as it was thrown, it was as if the wounded girl possessed no bone structure. Deidre yawned, nearly spent from the day’s long walk and ride, she was eager for sleep, but there were things that needed to take care of first. There was a knock at the door “Sir Deidre?” it was the voice of a young woman. “Come in” Deidre replied back and the door opened with a squeak as its rusty hinges turned. It was a homely girl who looked to be around nineteen. She was a small thing with dirty brown hair, a muddied white servants dress and very slender frame. “Water M’lady” She said said with a curtsy, a pitcher of water in her hands. “Bring it over here” Deidre commanded. The servant girl had a pretty enough face, and “Deidre” thought the freckles were a little cute. As the servant stepped forward she lost her footing, falling forward. Her perspective now moving downward before it suddenly froze “You almost spilled my water” Deidre had caught her and the pitcher. “Th..thank you M’lady” the servant said, relief in her voice. But instead of helping her up, Deidre just looked at her, eyes, mouth, ears, nose, hair, it made her feel a little uncomfortable, those dark blue eyes looking into her. “Be more careful” Deidre said and pulled the serving girl to her feet. “In which room do Kastan and Gianna sleep?” “Rooms, they” she was whispering now “Aren’t speaking to each other” “Why?” The drow inside the female knight was intrigued “Don’t know M’lady” “That will be all” Deidre gestured to the door. The serving girl bowed and left the room, closing the door behind her. “Well” Deidre started to undress, letting her mail fall to the ground followed by her trousers. “Time to visit” the warrior woman said to herself,her mouth cracking into a grin. She reached to her neck and dug in with her fingernails “Ahhhhg” Deidre let out a muffled moan as her neck tore and skin snapped, her voice changing to that of man. “I’m worn out” Solkah said, a hint of sleepiness in his voice. “But not as much as you” he chuckled to the empty mask that hung in his hand. The male drow head atop Deidre’s body tilted downward. Solkah licked his green colored lips, his tongue sliding over silver piercings. Deidre’s hand slid over her pubic bush and into her vaginal opening. “Oooo, what do we have…” Her hips bucked forward several times, her butt clenched as the drow ejaculated inside of her. “Here” Solkah produced a warm fleshy shape from his womanly groin, a rosey, post bliss glow on his face. “I should have asked your name” he said to the empty mask which bore an uncanny resemblance to the servant girl. Gianna was a women of fair complexion in her early twenties with shoulder length curly red hair, a nose that tilted slightly upward. Once more she wiped the charcoal from her paper. She laid in bed, a silken azure nightgown covering her skin but not hiding the fullness of her features. She wasn’t feeling sleepy and had decided to ease her mind with some evening sketching. It took her thoughts off of her future husband. “Hells” she muttered, forced to erase the outline of the figure yet again. “M’lady?” Gianna put down the parchment and drawing instrument “Who is it?” “I’ve been sent by your husband” “He’s not my husband yet” Gianna said to herself. “Come in” A young serving girl entered, a pitcher filled with what appeared to be wine in her hands. She gave a curtsy. “From your husband, to the joy of his life” The servant said, holding the pitcher outward. “Take it back to him” “M’lady, he said” “I don’t care” “But” “Get out!” Gianna commanded, anger in her voice, finger pointed at the door. The serving girl’s eyes started to water, was she crying? She nodded, tears dropping to the floor. She turned to leave “Wait” The girl turned. “I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that” Gianna said, feeling guilty for taking her frustration out on the servant. “Come” The lady gestured “Set it over here”. The servant set it on the bedside table before wiping her eyes. “I’ve...I’ve not been myself since this” “Since what...M’lady” “My husband” “I heard he was brave….and dashing...an honorable man” the girl said, as if speaking of a storybook hero. “We’ve heard of two different men then” replied the lady “Is he cruel to you?” “He’s never laid a hand on me, cruel or...otherwise” “He does not love you?” “He thinks I do not care for him. I wish to know him better, but” Gianna gave a faint chuckle “He think I am of a different taste in lovers” “M’Lady?” “He thinks I prefer women” The serving girl, surprised, opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted. “I...prefer to love people, not what is between their legs. I know little of my future husband, we had met only days before our capture by those awful bandits” “I...I see” “I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this, you were just supposed to bring me wine, and I’ve told you all my problems instead” she shook her head. ‘What about you?” “Me?” “Surely you’ve had your heart throb for someone” The serving girl shook her head “M’lord does not like it when I do not focus on my duties” Gianna felt even worse “There is someone out there for you” The serving girl started to tear up once again Gianna threw off the covers, standing up she placed her hands on the servants shoulders. “I”m sorry if I’ve brought up bad memories” she said, looking into the crying girl’s eyes. The servant gulped, and then kissed her. Gianna pulled away. To the servant it look as if though she was about to be slapped, but instead, Gianna embraced her as the Lady Vikton’s mouth met her own in a passionate kiss. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths, their saliva mixing and merging before Gianna pulled her onto the bed. Their tongues continued exploring, the serving girl occasionally pulling away to kiss Gianna’s neck and cheek. Lady Vikton’s hand went between the serving girl’s legs, her fingers falling upon an undergarmentless groin. The servant moved downward, kissing every inch of Gianna’s flesh as her mouth moved to the lady’s rounded globes, the saliva from her tongue seeping through the silk nightgown and creating wet circles on the silk. Gianna attempted to return the favor by inserting a manicured finger into the young girl’s vagina. The servant paused and bit her lip as the lady’s finger entered her nethers, followed by a second finger which stimulated her nub. “Muh...AHHHHH” The serving girl gasped as a shudder of pure ecstasy shot through her body. It was rare that Solkah received vaginal stimulation that didn’t involve having a dick in his womanhood. The servant suckled Gianna’s nipple once more, leaving a trail of drool as she brought her head up. “Let me” she said, kissing Gianna’s lips before her head moved down, a kiss between the breasts, then the belly button before her head vanished under the nightgown. The lady laid her head back on her pillow as she felt it, the tongue entering her lower lips. “Ooooo Ahhh” she cooed as the tongue, which had quite the reach and width for the small mouth that contained it, explored her nethers. The serving girl licked and lapped, and the odd sucking, draining and cleaning of Gianna’s womanhood with her tongue. This girl was exceptionally experienced and knew just how and where to move her tongue. “I’m going to...cum” Gianna exclaimed, her gown soaked in sweat. The serving girl grinned and opened her mouth wide, the orifice encompassing the lady’s groin. She was still slurping and licking when Gianna came, releasing her juices in a manner akin to a tiny waterfall. For every deep breath the Lady Vikton took as she came, the serving girl would swallow and slurp every drop of fluid that left her vagina. The serving girl gulped once more, kissed her vaginal entrance and pulled her head from Gianna’s groin, her face a glistening shine from the lady’s orgasm, she cuddled up against the noble women. “That was…” she took a deep breath “Exhilarating” Lady Vikton exclaimed, not a drop of her juices touched the bed, only her sweat had left any dampness. “M’lady is kind, I sought only to return it” Gianna took the girl’s hand into her own. “You are kind” she said, a heartfelt smile on her face. She touched the young girl’s cheek “But you must go, if any were to find out” her eyes looked away briefly before the servant came back into view “Kastan wouldn’t handle it well” “He does care for you, thats why he sent me” She sighed, “I know” The servant “I’m sorry M’lady” The noble women smiled and ran a hand through the dirty hair of the servant. “You’re a good soul and I think you for the pleasurable company, but this isn’t me, Kastan deserves a chance, this was a moment of weakness, I’m only human. I will speak with him before we leave tomorrow afternoon” “Tomorrow?” The serving girl was surprised by this. “Yes” Gianna replied and with that the servant stood from the bed, took the pitcher of wine and walked towards the door. “Wait” Gianna said and the servant stopped. ‘You never told me your name” “It changes” the girl replied, not even bothering to turn and look at Gianna as she left the room. ‘Changes?” Gianna thought “What does that mean? Was she just using me for sex?” The door shut. The serving girl walked down a hallway and rounded a corner, her shadow flickering against the stone walls of the keep, the torches near to going out. She stopped and giggled “Only human? haha” She wiped the remaining juices from her face and licked her fingers clean, her tongue went over her lips to make certain that every bit was ingested. Her hand went to her groin “Honorable are you?” she said, “her” voice now that of Lady Gianna. “Kastan. Good Kastan. Sir Kastan...Bah” Gianna, at least “she” looked like Gianna, muttered to herself in a half-hearted rehearsal as she approached her fiance’s room. Solkah appreciated the more roomy form of Lady Vikton as Deidre was tall and tight while Gianna felt full bodied and less lean. She put her ear to the door “He’s sleeping” Gianna was disappointed, she had dressed for a more formal occasion with the man that would be her husband. “Waste not” She thought, slowly opening the door. Kastan was passed out on the bed. Her fiance was in his early 30’s with dirty blond hair, a light beard and short hair. From what “Gianna” could see from the doorway he was tall and muscular with wide shoulders and large hands and wore only a white long-sleeve shirt and dark green trousers. She crept forward, trying to make as little sound as possible. Her nose caught a scent in the air, a cup of wine lay near the bed along with what looked to be some kind of ground “Oh no” she dashed forward and put her ear to his chest. He was still breathing, though very softly. She picked some of the ground herb remnants from the ground “Sleeping herbs!” she realized. “Gianna” breathed a sigh of relief “Can’t have you dying on me before I turn you over” she said and knelt next to the sleeping knight. “You’ve probably had a rough day” her hands went to his crotch “To be honest, its going to get worse come tomorrow because I’ve had to rush things more than I’d like” With a click her fingers undid the clasp on his pants. “But tonight” her hand retrieved a flaccid white member from Kastan’s pants “I’m in a giving mood” she licked the top of his penis, her tongue briefly pushing into his cockslit. “And climbing up there and taking this into either of my lower cherries and ridding you like an unbroken horse would probably” she licked his member again, from the base of his shaft to the head “Wake you up and I really” she started to caress his testicles with her left hand “Don’t want this to get any more” blood started to flow into Kastan’s member, filling it to erection “Messy than it needs to be..ok?” she said, grin on her face, taking some delight in this. “Good” Gianna said, gently patting his head. “Prepare for a really, really good dream” she whispered before her mouth opened, taking in Kastan’s shaft. “mmhp” was the only sound she made as her mouth didn’t slurp as much as enround and squeeze the cockflesh. She continued to fondle his balls as her mouth now moved up and down the rock hard member. She breathed through her nose as she picked up speed, in and out in and out, drool started to leak from her mouth and gave his member a wet shine. Having no gag reflex certainly had its perks, something which this man would not truly appreciate, to him it would just be another odd wet dream, however there would be with no physical evidence. “Come on, cum so I can go to bed” Gianna thought to herself. Several up and down mouth compressions and still no sign of an ejaculation. “Urgh” now annoyed she started to suck, her tongue moving around and around his cockhead, the purple flesh still refusing to release its salty goo. She tried something different, she...ever so gently...bit down. The veins throbbed and member twitched “Finally” she thought as spurt after spurt of hot salty goo shot into her mouth and down her throat, she kept sucking and started to squeeze his nutsack a little harder, milking him dry. She eagerly gulped every sticky wad until the spurts died down and the member once more became flaccid. With a wet pop she released his member from her mouth “Sleep well big boy” she whispered and tucked his member back into his pants. “See you tomorrow” she blew him a kiss and walked out. “Gianna” yawned, it had been a long night and Deidre would be needed in the morning. She walked over to Deidre’s page. Gianna’s throat bulged, her mouth expanded like snake taking in a meal. “Ooooo thats tight” Solkah’s head emerged from the gaping mouth. He took the top and bottom part of Gianna’s mouth with a hand on each and pulled down, his lower female body losing shape as the noblewomen was tugged off his body like a used bandage. Stepping out of his red headed disguise, Solkah reached under the bed and pulled the empty skin of Deidre and began to don her. He flicked his wrist and the page started to lose her shape, white goo leaking from her nose, ears and mouth before she simply disintegrated as a yellowish magical energy consumed her. Did she actually have a page? Solkah didn’t know, but it was certainly useful for what he had planned for tomorrow, but for now, he slept. Gianna and Kastan were early risers which was one of the few things they thought had in common. Gianna donned a light traveling robe while Kastan fastened his sword belt and put on his mail hauberk. They exchanged looks over breakfast in the dining hall, Kastan’s of a good nights sleep, Gianna’s of deep thought. “Did you rest well my lady?” Kastan asked, concern in his voice. “My night was...uneventful” she replied, without looking at him, her eyes on her bowl of porridge, food wasn’t appealing to her right now. The armored boots of a guard approched “Sir Deidre requests the presence of yourself and Lady Vikton before she departs” Kastan rose from his table. ‘Deidre? Here? She was not supposed to arrive before tomorrow” The guardsman shrugged “She said she wished to make sure of your good health before the full escort arrived” I t wasn’t like Deidre to go anywhere without additional soldiers. “I shall join her at once“ Kastan declared before Gianna rose from the table “I will accompany you” his future wife said firmly Kastan shook his head “This is queer timing for Deidre and I want to make sure that everything is alright. Gianna frowned “She asked to see both of us, so we shall both go” Kastan was about to argue, but Gianna was strong willed and he knew she would not relent. “Alright” he smiled and noded to her “We will go together” “Deidre?” Kastan knocked. “Come in please, just washing before I leave” she replied her head in a glass water basin, a rag in hand as she wiped her face. ‘Please” she gestured to two filled cups of wine. The Knight and Lady entered, “A gift from your father, your father” Kastan raised an eyebrow, Deidre, who was already in full armor minus greaves, was covering most of her face with the wash rag “My father does not…” Deidre chuckled “Not from Lord Heiborn, but Lord Vikton” Gianna picked up the goblet and took a whiff“ Certainly smells like something my father would brew, but he never did go wrong with the flavor” she picked the other cup up and handed it to Kastan “To our safe journey” she gestured in toast to Kastan. He knew she was trying to be friendly and get him to open up more. He put aside his reservations and took the cup and touched it to her’s “To a safer journey” he said before they both lifted their goblets to mouths and and took a mouthful. “Blah!” “Gods, what's in that?” Both coughed and spat back into their cups. “That is foul” Kastan said, a look of disgust on his face. “Not even my father could make such awful drink” Gianna exclaimed. “No” Deidre placed the rag down and turned to Kastan “I suppose not” “Imposter!” Kastan went for his sword but as his hand touched the hilt, he lost all feeling. “Alas, the putrid taste is something not even I could get rid of” Gianna opened her mouth to scream but her vocal cords seemed to liquify in her throat. Deidre waved her hand and the door shut behind them, locking. “I know I couldn’t get the face right, but I’m surprised the voice I choose was close enough” Deidre said. Kastan fell to his knees as Gianna fell to her side, her legs like putty. “I know what you’re thinking” Deidre bent down in front of Kastan, he tried to reach out to her, but he collapsed forward. “I’ve been poisoned” the imposter said in his voice. “But you’d be wrong, you aren’t going to die, that would defeat the whole purpose” “Purpos…” Kastan now couldn’t even speak. Deidre rolled Kastan over with her foot before taking Gianna by her jelly like arms and pulling her onto him. “Yes, I’m not just doing this for shits and giggles, though you’ve both been fun” Their bodies started to twitch and convulse. Deidre reached into her leather leggings, her hands both sliding fully into her womanhood. “This has been more...Ugh” a wave of pleasure spread through Deidre’s body “Fun than I expected” she said as Kastan and Gianna started to deflate into hollow flesh. “And this room has been quite comfortable, more so then your...Ahhh” Deidre moaned as the empty skin of her page slid out from between her legs and onto the floor. The emptying forms of Gianna and Kastan started to melt out of their clothing into pinkish-white goo. Deidre reached into her mouth, her arm vanishing up the shoulder. She pulled an empty vial from her mouth “And to think, they thought that this was some kind of rare experimental invisibility, but I knew better” The false Deidre chuckled. The couple’s clothing went flat as their gooeyfied bodies slid out. The goo that was Kastan and Gianna bubbled, the first part of the transformation had started and the man inside of Deidre had to make good use of the time. ‘The thing about those slime creatures” She extended both hands gestured with her arms in a pulling motion. “They are highly susceptible to magical influence” The goo bubbled in response. She made a pulling motion with her hands as the goo moved forward, moving like a large, sticky, slimy worm “On the bright side” she made the goo move closer “You will be getting to know each other so, very, very well” She said with a smirk. Her hands kept moving as the gooey mass began to fill into the empty skin of the page. Solkah made a stirring motion with Deidre’s hands as the goo filled into every orifice of the page’s skin. Using magic she shifted and adjusted the mass inside each of the limbs which were simply bulging and contorting until she raised a hand and quickly brought it down. With a vulgar slurping sound, the rest of the goo entered into the page’s rear, giving shape to the ass. “Stage two should happen” the bulging and contorting died down, the sloshing sound, like water moving side to side in a jar, stopped “Now”, the fake female said with glee. “Your minds will have...well” Solkah’s own genius giving him pause pause as “she” inhaled and exhaled “A stressful time adjusting to a new form and shared mind” Deidre started to put on her greaves “What..is” a voice came from the page’s mouth, it was Kastan “Happening to” it became Gianna’s “Us” both voices in unison now. “Deidre” had never gotten used to seeing this, even when it was used for interrogation in the underdark, and even then it was incredibly rare as the right ingredients to acquire as well as proper amount and mixing were impossible to handle without the right knowledge. “She” spoke some arcane words and the girl rose up, her head twitching. “Charms are such simple things. Weak and short term, even on weakened minds. “But your ‘minds’ are very weak right now” She snapped her fingers “You are my page, you will do just...as...I command” The Deidre imposter said, an insidious look on her face. “Are you sure she is fit to ride?” A guardsman asked. “Her wound healed but I fear for her mind, a priest of Tyr will be needed to examine her will all do haste. “We have a healer here, he could” Deidre turned, the page leaning on her shoulder “I do not have time to argue this” she said as urgency turned to borderline rage “Saddle my horse or I will hold you responsible if she dies” The guard nodded and dashed outside. “Not so hard...is it?’ Diedre whispered into her page’s ear. The Page wobbled and kept shifting her weight as Deidre lead her to the horse. At this proximity, she could hear the squirming and lightly shifting goo inside of the page’s skin. Deidre mounted first followed by her page which took the help of two additional guards. “ Tell your lord I am pleased with the way Kastan and Gianna have been taking care of and that I will return with full escort later today” The guard nodded and gestured to the gate tower to open the portcullis. “Thank you. Lord Heiborn and Vikton will be anxious to know the condition of their children” and with that she rode, the page’s hands tied over her midsection. It wasn’t until an hour later that the page opened her mouth “Where...where are we?” it was Kastan’s voice. “I don’t know, I’m scared” Gianna’s voice now through the page’s lips “I am too Kastan’s voice replied. “And now it begins” Deidre muttered. “You...you slept with her? “I...did” “Why did you….” “The minds are shared” Deidre sighed, the ride would be even longer now, though, at least stage three would be interesting. “I didn’t know” “I’m sorry” The chatter continued back and forth before Deidre felt the page’s arms nearly double in thickness. Stage three had come. The bodies inside the page had started to reform and solidify, though in positions unexpected. “ Ahhhh” the page moaned out, a joint mixing of Kastan’s and Gianna’s voice as a wet schlick could be heard. Their bodies seemed to be physical now, though perhaps too close together. “Can you pull it… oooooo” Kastan’s member was balls deep into Gianna’s womanhood, they had shared a mind and now this intense moment inside this skin. Deidre could only smile. Thankfully the road was vacant, minus a kindly old man who had passed them . A moaning women with various liquids oozing from her groin would normally attract a lot of attention “She’s possessed...by two demons” Deidre said to the man as they trotted passed. The old man made a religious gesture across his chest and head before continuing his walk. The couple were having too much of an intimate moment to be of any threat but Deidre kept the rope on her hands to keep the filled page from falling off of the horse. It was nearly noon as far as Deidre could tell by the sun’s position, the meeting place an inn called “The Hammered Helm” a rather blasphemous name for an Inn, but she appreciated it nonetheless. In the distance she heard hooves, dozens of them, heavily armed riders, the real Deidre was on her way to the keep and would be in for a shock. Leading the horse off the road and near the Inn, Deidre dismounted before turning to pull the page and her two humping occupiers from the saddle. Putting the page’s arm over her shoulder she lead her into into the inn, male and female ejaculate leaving a slimy trail under her. “Edward!” Deidre called as she entered the Inn, its rowdy patrons thankfully too engaged to pay her any mind. “What ya need miss?” A middle age man with a large mustache and shaved head asked , cleaning a flagon in his hands. “My friend here, her water broke during the ride and she needs a room immediately” The Innkeeper looked as if Baal had cut wind right in front of him. “Top floor, room on the left” He said handing a key over. Deidre handed him back a coin purse and rushed upstairs. “And send no one. I can handle this” She said before vanishing up the wooden stairs. “Right here” Deidre said, setting the page on the bed. “This will be the last you see of me” The false knight said and rolled the page over to her side so as not to let her see who had been Deidre. “But I think you both will have fun, so, enjoy it before it wears off and that skin melts into nothing” the imposter said with a faux tone of sadness. She pulled her chain mail over her head and unbuckled her greaves before kicking off her shoes. Deidre’s eyes looked like they were rolling into the back of her head as her body contorted and bulged from groin to chest before she simply, popped. Krêhyna stood where Deidre once had, half of the human woman;s face still covered her head which she peeled down like a foreskin. Krêhyna was fully clothed in her usual gear minus her weapons. She bent over and pulled up a floorboard, revealing a hand axe and a broadsword which she fastened to her belt. Krêhyna walked down the stairs, in minutes Kastan and Gianna would be expelled from the page’s skin as it disintegrated, though the nonstop fucking inside of it couldn’t have improved its condition. Downstairs Hannah sat at a table in the far corner of the Inn, sipping a cup of watered down amnish mead. “Where are they?” She asked, not even waiting for Krêhyna to sit down. “Where is my payment?” The half-orc replied. Hanna gave a nod of approval and removed a small chest from a bag on the floor next to her and slid it across the table to Krêhyna. “Upstairs, second door on the right” the half-breed said taking the chest. “They are...sedated for now, but not for long” “How did you?” “Do it? The vial worked, they never saw me coming, though invisibility does cheapen it somewhat” Solkah said, crossing Krêhyna’s arms and leaning back in the chair. “I’m sure it did” Hannah said, not believing a word of it. “I would never have considered you for this, but Marcus recommended you, and that never happens” Krêhyna nodded and stood up, chest tucked under her arm. “First time for everything” The orc girl replied her voice that of a man several stations higher than Hannah. Hannah was about to say something, but decided against it, she had her ransom. “I wonder if the wedding bells will still ring?” Krêhyna thought to herself “I certainly brought them closer” Solkah said through female lips.