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It had been some weeks after Dorella and Sora had met Khan. Since then, the lady elf turned male dragonborn had been adjusting to the life of a young man rather well, though there were some instances where he would goof up. This is one of those times.

 

Within the lands of Falbern, there are a great many kingdoms, duchies, free states, and countries all attempting to co-exist with one another. The Republic of Han Ja is just one of the many, with it known as a land of many curious traditions, such as the formation of a warrior caste that serves a lord unquestioningly. A lack of mineral wealth lead to the nation's development of sword-craft techniques to work with what little they had and produced strange, single edged swords with a slight curve and thrusting tip.

 

While they passed through Han Ja, the three dragonbloods found themselves resting within an inn in a small mountain pass, called the Frost Dragon's Breath. Steam and natural springs rose in the cold air, indicating some form of hot springs around the inn, which after walking for weeks, sounded like a godsend.

 

The room itself was quite plain. Wooden floors with sliding paper covered doors gave way to two small side rooms, presumably for sleeping. Dorella sat at the small table, legs folded underneath her. She had been feeling much better around Sora, who's provocative nature and scintillating golden scales inspired dirty passions within her head and loins. Sora knew about this and took every opportunity to tease and harass her about this, usually followed by Khan telling her off.

 

The now young man that had been travelling with her was quite nice, she felt, though not as nice as Sora when the chain links on her ridiculous outfit had... malfunctioned. The elder dragonblood seemed content with just strolling through the forest nude as a nymph, seemingly unawares of the discomfort she inspired in her companions. She was startled by a paper door sliding open, revealing the golden-scaled beauty wrapped up in a towel that threatened to show more than just her long, tender thighs.

 

"I'm going to see what this open-air bath is all about," Sora said. "Would you care to join me?"

 

"I, uh, yes. I would like that very much," Dorella said, shocked for a moment as her face began to warm. The older girl had thrown her wrap at her, covering her face. Before Dorella could pull it off, she saw one shapely leg and a tail pass through the paper door back to their sleeping quarters close.

 

"You can wear that then. It hardly fits me as it is. Perhaps these two smaller ones would do?"

 

Sora returned, two small towels wrapped around her waist and chest, revealing her taught middle that just seemed to warm up the room. "Get changed and join me outside," Sora said. No, this was almost a command. Dorella watched the older girl leave as the hot lust began to form in her stomach.

 

Inside the small room, Dorella still held Sora's wrap. Holding it close, she took in the warmth and scent of the girl, hardly able to contain the desires within. She had to, though. Across the room was Khan and these paper doors didn't block out much. It wasn't like she could leave the room under pretense for looking for firewood and relieve her frustrations that way. Hell, she hasn't known the touch of another since she got the new body. Slightly more than irked, Dorella began to undo the leather armor she had been wearing for the entirety of the trip and pulling down the clothes underneath.

 

Within the small reflecting glass, Dorella looked herself over. Short, stock, and with hardly any curves or development like the older girl had, she sighed. Still burning in her head was the comment about how if she were older, Sora might be sharing her bed with the other girl. Wheels turned in her head until Dorella had felt that she came up with a satisfactory plan of attack in her head. She wasn't a tactical genius for nothing, after all. Wrapping up in the older girl's towel, she left the room for the baths.

 

Over the few weeks, Khan had been coming to grips with his body and apparent change in sexuality. As a woman, he had been attracted to me, though his vows restricted sexual congress to the point of it mattering little. However, in the recent time they've spent together, Khan has felt more than a fleeting feeling for the youngest of the group. She was smart, funny, kind, and was offering to help with the adjustments that came with his sudden changes. At one point, she must have been a man of great virtue, Khan felt. He had overheard the conversation of the girls in the common area and felt that perhaps speaking to the maiden, he could at least admit his feelings about her. It might be a strange time, but Khan felt that people were the most honest when they were at their most vulnerable.

 

Stripping and hurriedly wrapping a towel around his waist, the scaled young man followed the two young women in hot pursuit, his heart beating faster and faster as his clawed toes clicked on the floors.