"But I thought-."
"It's just you."
Alia's lips curled, her expression turning sour as she clung onto Rena for dear life. She hadn't expected her friend to respond so dramatically, yet there she was, getting towed away like a prize. Even as a Psion, there was never a hint of attraction within Rena beyond a mere smidgen of interest.
Clearly, she had to work on her mind-reading.
Or just ask Lunae.
The dancer's feet dangled in the air lifelessly, her breath labored as Rena carried her away. She wasn't quite sure where she was being taken, but in the end, it didn't really matter. Alia was right where she wanted to be.
In its entirety, the Aerie was impossibly large and woefully unexplored. So when Alia found herself placed against a table, looking up at her captor, she didn't even bother to think about it. The way Rena was looking at her was far more concerning.
"So exotic..." Rena huffed, her eyes wandering towards Alia's navel. "Chocolate..."
"Psh!" Alia scoffed angrily. "Fetishist."
"I've never seen anyone like you..."
Alia spread out her limbs playfully, forming a sinister grin. "A beautiful dancer from a tropical world?"
She liked being admired for her exotic features. Of course, the existence of darker skin was far from taboo for Rena and the rest of the modern human race. Not even Ivy judged people for that. But something about Alia was particularly foreign.
And she knew it.
Rena shook her head dismissively, as if trying to break herself out of the spell. Her resistance didn't last long, however, as she soon buried her face in Alia's flesh, kissing and nibbling the dancer's belly. It was all she could do to satiate the hunger.
With the Harrow gone, and her courage renewed, there was quite a bit of room in Rena's heart. Of course, she knew that the moment would only be temporary, given Yrix's track record with assigning breaks. But with her allies, there was hope enough that she could one day escape.
"Nn!" Alia flinched.
She was used to her body being worshipped. In fact, it was part of her arsenal as a shadowy opportunist. But never before was she assaulted with such ferocity.
Psionic girls were crazy.
Alia realized only too late that she had bitten off more than she could chew once Rena's Psionic ambience began to envelop her entire body. It was like a firm grasp, only softer and more sensually suffocating. The dancer was, in every way possible, losing control of the situation.
"Kyaa!"
Letting out her most feminine voice yet, Alia placed a hand to her mouth as her earrings jingled. She had never been with a Psion before and was unprepared for the special intimacy that would bring. Her body began to convulse as she panted like an animal.
Before she could even ask Rena to slow down, she felt her clothing slip. It was all part of a Psionic technique held togethor by her control. But with Rena taking over, all but the golden accessories on her body disappeared in a flash of purple vibrancy.
Her naked brown body was ripe for the taking.
Rena's hold over her was all-consuming, and she felt a tightened grip over every part of her that the girl desired. Her labored grunts, feeble and feminine, were all she had left. As Lila would put it, Alia messed around and found out.
- - - - - - - - - -
"T-there's something you should know."
It was difficult for Lunae to get the words out. Her chest was in the process of being kneaded like dough, and her back was arched as far as her flexible joints would allow. But still she had to say it.
"I-if you-." Lunae panted, the markings on her body flickering while her tail writhed in pain.
"I know," Sonera grunted as a reply, her gloved hands working tirelessly on her companion.
For whatever reason, the assassin had no desire to speak on the topic. They both knew what it was. Their minds were dangerously close to melding.
Lunae gasped. "If you want me, Sonera..."
"I said I know."
"There will be consequences."
It was a warning as much as it was a confession. Taking Lunae's hand and marking her would not go unnoticed. But Sonera didn't seem to care.
"They don't matter to me," Sonera spoke softly, her breath lapping against Lunae's ear. "Consequences be damned."
Lunae could practically hear her mother's judgmental stare on the back of her skull, and all the curses that would come in tow. It was one thing to defy the Goddess Lovatte, but it was another thing entirely to compromise her bloodline. Yet still Lunae remained on the cusp of doing just that.
Similar to Alia, she felt enveloped by Sonera's aura, its strength brimming with a dominant heat. She squirmed, feeling defiled in all the right ways till her last defense came loose. Lunae's back markings shifted, allowing a pair of azure moth wings to burst forth, decorated with beautiful translucent markings as they fluttered in the wind.
"Aaah!" She yelped.
Sonera nearly jumped back, taken by complete surprise. Lunae was now the third girl to unveil a set of wings, yet unlike the others, which were granted to them in a moment of Psionic evolution, hers seemed natural and innate. Whatever the case, Lunae was unveiling more and more of her true self.
At quite the sensitive price, apparently.
Lunae shriveled up in shame, nearly fainting from exhaustion. Sonera ran her gloved hands up and down the girl's wings, curious to see what they were made of. Such a decision would, of course, lead to another pitiful yelp from Lunae.
She evidently didn't take much pride in her appendage. It reminded Lunae of her mother. But to Sonera, who was smitten as always, the wings were just another beautiful aspect of an alluring girl.
"It's okay," Sonera muttered, wrapping her arms around Lunae from behind as the wings bent out of the way. "I'm here."
They were flexible.
Just like her.