The Mortifying Ordeal of Being (Blade)
Content Warnings:
SpoilerMinor talks of past sexual assaults and how they shaped behavior. Spoopy paintings. Snuggles and examining a cutie for things and such with ultrasound things. and... well smexy things with degradation kink play. But don't worry... no one cums. Woops!
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There is a unique torture to being held in place and forced to confront a truth that I had obliquely excluded from my self-image. Moreover, denying such an obvious truth would risk Division and harm to my Sisters. Thus I find myself, on one of the best days of my existence, reconciling with a multitude of my worst, and coming to terms with how I was victimized and how it affects my actions. And yet, there is safety here too. I know on a level below thought, deeper than instinct, that my Sisters will protect me, and keep me from future harm. I know that both my Mistress and Lynette will keep me from harming others without cause. That I finally am restrained, not through hate, apathy, or jealousy, but by love.
I get to my feet, moving off the bed where Schatzi and Elevar lay, now confident after hours of practice that I can keep the Quill-Song separate from the bond that connects me to the rest of my Dolls. "Thank you both. Especially you, Schatzi. I hope that... I can be a good Sister to you, as you are to me.”
Schatzi smiles and hugs our Mistress tightly, "Mmhm! You are already. And and and, I think I'm gonna have a surprise ready for you tomorrow, so you should prepare for that!”
"She's right, of course. You all treat each other so well. And I'm looking forward to seeing you faced with one of this Gerl's surprises." My Mistress moves to sit up a little straighter while returning Schatzi's embrace, and about us I notice the Spire thrum, then shift a touch. After a heartbeat I can feel the subtle muses and background presence of the Estate's community. I shuffle over to give them both a quick kiss, then I'm off to check on Adaline and see how bad the damage is.
Adaline isn't on her balcony, or with Calix who is... feeding some kind of bird in his room, so I knock on the door to Primrose's studio. "Girls, is Adaline there with you?”
"Yes Mistress!" Nettle calls out, and is echoed by a giggle laden attempt at the same from Primrose.
"Is... Is it alright if I come in, or would it be better for her to come see me later?”
Nettle calls out after a pause. "She says it's alright, Mistress." and as I push aside the curtain it's in time to just see Primrose scrabble to her feet and move a rather large canvas to face away. Then she scrambles back to return to smushing a comfortable looking Adaline between herself and Nettle, all while atop a not so small treasure trove of cushions and pillows and blankets.
"Hi Mistress." Primrose and Nettle greet carefully as I step into the studio. Adjusting a touch to get more comfortable and pulling blankets around to regather Primrose into the pile.
"Hey." Adaline says quietly while hugging a Haiqualle plush. Right, Schatzi told me about those. Strange cartilaginous sealife with stinging tentacles and countless teeth. Cuter than I expected.
"Hey. I'm sorry. I should have been more aware of what I was... affecting you all with.”
From the back of my mind, Verbess stirs. Casually resting while I worked on the bond, now roused by motion and spiking anxiety. Thrumming amusement at the memory I speak of, but... also shared worry over this Doll it used to hold only careful regard for. Previous worry about Adaline's temperament for Elevar softened to more contemplative musings it's still adjusting to. Is... Well, it chooses to consider her important to protect because she's important to me.
"Miss Elevar said that you became... Pack Sisters with Verbess, or something? I'm really happy for you, but also, I would... rather be excluded next time, if possible.”
"Yeah... I'll do my best.” I respond immediately. “Are you okay?”
She giggles, "Mmhm! I got passed around till I ended up safely here with these sweethearts.”
Primrose giggles and hugs Adaline closer, and Nettle mirrors this. But... the older Doll does sigh and eye me with... something. Nothing shared via lips or bond.
"And Nettle, how are you and Primrose doing?”
Nettle hesitates, and Primrose perks up to gush words. "We had such a good time, Mistress! Honestly! This one just finished and then you starting doing the weird Hornii thing with Witch Elevar's Doll and it made Nettle aaaall kinds of inspired the more it grew and WOW." Then she giggles through a blush. "It needed that SOOO much. Especially after..." She trails off, then her eyes go wide. "Mistress!!!"
Then she's once again scrambling free of the pile and rushing over the canvas she's worked very hard to keep me from seeing. The only art she's ever made that she's done that with. Everything else she can barely restrain herself from showing to me at all stages.
"It's finally DONE!" She giggles happily, then pauses to look at me with uncertainty beginning to touch her expression. "Can... um... Is this an okay time to give this to you? It's... well... It's kinda your Happy Doll Day present…”
I glance over to Adaline who subtly nods then smiles and agrees. "Of course. I would be thrilled to get a present from you, Primrose." At the same time, I silently reach out to my Witchling to ask what in the empty skies Primrose is talking about. [Mistress Elevar, what's a Happy Doll Day?]
{I... Have no idea?} She responds. {I've never heard of such a thing.}
Primrose pauses to tilt her head and consider the painting. The bond openly shares her sudden focus and scrutiny of her work. A thrumming desire to make it everything she wants before giving it to me.
[Alright thanks.], I send to Elevar before asking Nettle the same question privately while watching Primrose.
But instead of replying through the bond, she smirks and asks aloud. "Hey, Primrose?"
"Mm?" Her Pinnate replies without looking away.
"Did you ever explain to Mistress what Happy Doll Day actually means?"
Primrose pulls eyes away from the painting to stick a tongue out at Nettle playfully. "I was getting to it!" Then she turns to face me, words spilling out in a bit of a rush. "So... Like, in every Grove people celebrate someone’s Brewing Day or Birthing Day. It's... it's like how they show that someone is... is loved. That people care that they exist. But... um... This one never really liked hers. At all. And... and less when it tried to learn Witch things. Because that's... um... well everyone found out It was trying to be a Half-Knit, and was also a pretty bad at it. Couldn't even get basic magic right and... and kinda fell apart and... and none of that matters. At all. Becoming a Doll was the best thing ever for this one and it doesn't like celebrating her Brewing Day but likes the idea of celebrating Doll Day and giving Mistress and any Doll that likes their Doll Day a special present so that they know that this one is glad they are happier now. And Mistress made herself a cute Grakler Frame and has lots of shapes she seems to like and so it's close enough and this one loves you and wants you to be the first. Because you were the third girl to seem to like this one as herself."
Primrose doesn't need to take the deep breath she gulps, but it helps her settle and turn the most serious expression I've ever seen on me. "Is... is that okay, Mistress?”
Oh. I'm stunned and thoroughly whelmed by emotions.
"Yes, Primrose, that's very much okay." I sit down on the bed near Nettle and Adaline and let my Quills sing a fierce beat of self-love and acceptance, while keeping it from spilling over to the bonds.
She nibbles on her lip, looks back to the painting, and nods. More to herself. Then she pulls the painting over, turns it around, and moves to sit on the floor by my feet. Head leaning to rest against my knee as I take in this... this…
Madness. It is a siren call that beckons me forward as I gaze upon an impossibility made manifest on canvas. It is done in the style of vertical triptych, the center a portrait of my Warlord form made regal like the paintings of nobility, styled to be motherly instead of fierce, and I'm dressed and decorated too similarly to the Witches of my time for it to be coincidental.
All around me are misshapen beings with shimmering forms that I cannot help but imagine as Sun-blessed. There's a shattered, twisted and cracked Doll upon my lap that leaks a sharp crimson gloaming that transitions through Tyrian as it enters the lower third to a deep cerulean ocean inverted in reflection with blossoms and creatures in shades of ruby. The upper third is the hardest for me to reconcile with as it is a tapestry of pin pricks like lightning bugs and I don't see the significance of them until I notice off to one side, not an afterthought, but also not a focus... Dämmerung as only the Merciful Moon could see it.
Verbess nuzzles closer to my mind. Gifting stability and help me consider this. Like I helped it consider before and during and after our Harmonization. Support unending as wordless questions roll between us.
"Primrose, I love this. It is astounding work." I finally say, keeping my confusion and concern separate from the pride and pleasure I share openly.
I request, finally feeling comfortable asking things of Verbess.
I feel it thrum wordlessly and absorb this through my eyes.
Primrose radiates relief and joy at my praise. Leaning harder into the knee she sits next to. "Thanks! It was REALLY hard to figure out and find the right colors and remember all the details and... But Nettle helped this one SO much and... and... you really like it? It's... Did this one get all the details right? Or... or at least mess them up in ways that are pretty and not terrible?"
“Ah, moonshite!” Adaline yelps as she pulls away from me. “Felt like I was getting caressed then it suddenly hurt.”
Verbess twitches, confused, then angry, then... settling. All in a flurry that's similar to the sensation of tripping, but finding balance before the vertigo of it strikes.
I feel Verbess pulse from its own Frame. Then settle as my Quills and Core thrum in answer.
It falls into Harmony with me. Radiating a mess of emotions. Anger, regret, loss, worry, hope, and finally... relief as it remains close in Quill-Tune. Eventually murmuring. [The Doll bears many disparate parts, Sister.]
"Does it still hurt?" I ask Adaline with concern while maintaining Harmony with the Pack.
"No, thankfully, but it was very unpleasant." She pouts at me.
"I'm sorry. I did get the information I needed, though there was strange feedback at the end, I'll have to investigate it more later, possibly an issue with my technique." I explain, sitting on the bed beside her.
[We will look into that tomorrow, if that's okay with you, sister Verbess.]
It seems to consider simply choosing silence and rejection, but agrees. Settling into twinned harmonization once more.
"Okay then. This one did her part. So. Uhm. You know. If you would?" She requests with trepidation.
I nod and shift my arm back before shifting my configuration to something more simple, a single penis without testes or anything else. "I'll get undressed now then?" Important to confirm. Heh.
"Yes, Mistress," Adaline answers, still sounding nervous.
I slip my dress off, getting my extra arms momentarily caught in it causing us both to fall into giggles, then lie back beside Adaline, letting her explore at her own pace. Not being used. Not being objectified. Assisting a loved one in overcoming trauma. I keep the thoughts in mind, ensuring that Verbess understands that this is different, this isn't an obligation, it's something I want to do.
Verbess doesn't even stir in worry at this. Understands deeply and perfectly this divide. In... oddly familiar ways. Even shares a few broken and half-Rusted memories of Pack Sisters having similar melodies within their first Harmonies. What would have been preferences and boundaries shared and respected and easy patience shown to their bonded Sisters. Albeit in song, not needing physical interactions to understand and consider.
"That's... it?" I feel myself flush with aroused embarrassment as she continues. "I guess I expected something big and scary, able to like, split me in two. that's barely even a mouthful, I'd think.”
As a spear that is capable of immense length, heft, and girth, my pride feels violently deflated and yet that does something for me that I didn't expect. Oh no, I'm horny for degradation.
Adaline reaches out to put a hand on my stomach, looking at me, "Is this okay?”
I find myself squeaking out "Yes ma'am" without thinking and her hesitation is immediately replaced with a delighted grin.
"Oh? Does someone have feelings about having a dick so pathetically small she can't even scare a traumatized lesbian?" She says in a mocking tone then laughs when I start getting hard.
"I'm a grower," I mutter through my own mortification. Maybe I downsized a bit too much for her.
she slides her hand down to touch the base but freezes with fear when I involuntarily twitch in arousal. "Stupid Doll, being scared of something so delicate and squishable." She angrily flops my dick around and I burst out laughing at the sheer absurdity of it.
My laughter makes my tits shake enough that all four of Adaline's eyes lock on like spellweaving. By the time she snaps out of her breast induced daze, I'm fully hard at a modest 16 cm, and she's got a look of grim determination.
"Well go on, put your mouth where your mouth is." I snark at her.
"Yes Mistress," And with a growl she dives forward and bites down.
Blind Oracles!
I gasp in surprise. "For future reference, most entities with penises don't enjoy getting bit like that.”
She doesn't reply, instead keeping her teeth gripped firmly on my shaft while slowly moving her tongue around the head, drawing quiet whimpers from me.
"Ah. Oh. Alright. Just let me know if you would like me to alter anything." I say in a half moan.
Adaline shakes her head causing me to groan in euphoric agony as her teeth slip and she adjusts her grip even further down. She continues to bite lower, enveloping my entire length before surfacing with a shout of triumph. "Hah, take that. Just like I said, barely a mouthful.”
"You're adorable, Adaline." I respond to her victory with pleasure.
She gives me a small smile and says, "Thank you" before pulling her shirt back on and dashing out.
Sigh. Reasonable, yet quite inconvenient.
Verbess is cackling in a counter harmony to me. Offering memories of how it found my small size and delicate form so small and fun to chew on. Earlier worries it had easily pushed aside as It enjoys the Frame deep ache I'm left to deal with. Nuzzling close in thought and bond while I even feel a very faint echo of... Schatzi is on the Balcony with Elevar and Lynette and the Snek Doll. Watching the Empty Sky together while Verbess splits itself between nibbling at my thoughts and guarding over our Mistress and Sister. Filled to bursting with such a deep sense of Good Function.
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The Mortifying Ordeal of Being (Blade)
Content Warnings:
SpoilerMinor talks of past sexual assaults and how they shaped behavior. Spoopy paintings. Snuggles and examining a cutie for things and such with ultrasound things. and... well smexy things with degradation kink play. But don't worry... no one cums. Woops!
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There is a unique torture to being held in place and forced to confront a truth that I had obliquely excluded from my self-image. Moreover, denying such an obvious truth would risk Division and harm to my Sisters. Thus I find myself, on one of the best days of my existence, reconciling with a multitude of my worst, and coming to terms with how I was victimized and how it affects my actions. And yet, there is safety here too. I know on a level below thought, deeper than instinct, that my Sisters will protect me, and keep me from future harm. I know that both my Mistress and Lynette will keep me from harming others without cause. That I finally am restrained, not through hate, apathy, or jealousy, but by love.
I get to my feet, moving off the bed where Schatzi and Elevar lay, now confident after hours of practice that I can keep the Quill-Song separate from the bond that connects me to the rest of my Dolls. "Thank you both. Especially you, Schatzi. I hope that... I can be a good Sister to you, as you are to me.”
Schatzi smiles and hugs our Mistress tightly, "Mmhm! You are already. And and and, I think I'm gonna have a surprise ready for you tomorrow, so you should prepare for that!”
"She's right, of course. You all treat each other so well. And I'm looking forward to seeing you faced with one of this Gerl's surprises." My Mistress moves to sit up a little straighter while returning Schatzi's embrace, and about us I notice the Spire thrum, then shift a touch. After a heartbeat I can feel the subtle muses and background presence of the Estate's community. I shuffle over to give them both a quick kiss, then I'm off to check on Adaline and see how bad the damage is.
Adaline isn't on her balcony, or with Calix who is... feeding some kind of bird in his room, so I knock on the door to Primrose's studio. "Girls, is Adaline there with you?”
"Yes Mistress!" Nettle calls out, and is echoed by a giggle laden attempt at the same from Primrose.
"Is... Is it alright if I come in, or would it be better for her to come see me later?”
Nettle calls out after a pause. "She says it's alright, Mistress." and as I push aside the curtain it's in time to just see Primrose scrabble to her feet and move a rather large canvas to face away. Then she scrambles back to return to smushing a comfortable looking Adaline between herself and Nettle, all while atop a not so small treasure trove of cushions and pillows and blankets.
"Hi Mistress." Primrose and Nettle greet carefully as I step into the studio. Adjusting a touch to get more comfortable and pulling blankets around to regather Primrose into the pile.
"Hey." Adaline says quietly while hugging a Haiqualle plush. Right, Schatzi told me about those. Strange cartilaginous sealife with stinging tentacles and countless teeth. Cuter than I expected.
"Hey. I'm sorry. I should have been more aware of what I was... affecting you all with.”
From the back of my mind, Verbess stirs. Casually resting while I worked on the bond, now roused by motion and spiking anxiety. Thrumming amusement at the memory I speak of, but... also shared worry over this Doll it used to hold only careful regard for. Previous worry about Adaline's temperament for Elevar softened to more contemplative musings it's still adjusting to. Is... Well, it chooses to consider her important to protect because she's important to me.
"Miss Elevar said that you became... Pack Sisters with Verbess, or something? I'm really happy for you, but also, I would... rather be excluded next time, if possible.”
"Yeah... I'll do my best.” I respond immediately. “Are you okay?”
She giggles, "Mmhm! I got passed around till I ended up safely here with these sweethearts.”
Primrose giggles and hugs Adaline closer, and Nettle mirrors this. But... the older Doll does sigh and eye me with... something. Nothing shared via lips or bond.
"And Nettle, how are you and Primrose doing?”
Nettle hesitates, and Primrose perks up to gush words. "We had such a good time, Mistress! Honestly! This one just finished and then you starting doing the weird Hornii thing with Witch Elevar's Doll and it made Nettle aaaall kinds of inspired the more it grew and WOW." Then she giggles through a blush. "It needed that SOOO much. Especially after..." She trails off, then her eyes go wide. "Mistress!!!"
Then she's once again scrambling free of the pile and rushing over the canvas she's worked very hard to keep me from seeing. The only art she's ever made that she's done that with. Everything else she can barely restrain herself from showing to me at all stages.
"It's finally DONE!" She giggles happily, then pauses to look at me with uncertainty beginning to touch her expression. "Can... um... Is this an okay time to give this to you? It's... well... It's kinda your Happy Doll Day present…”
I glance over to Adaline who subtly nods then smiles and agrees. "Of course. I would be thrilled to get a present from you, Primrose." At the same time, I silently reach out to my Witchling to ask what in the empty skies Primrose is talking about. [Mistress Elevar, what's a Happy Doll Day?]
{I... Have no idea?} She responds. {I've never heard of such a thing.}
Primrose pauses to tilt her head and consider the painting. The bond openly shares her sudden focus and scrutiny of her work. A thrumming desire to make it everything she wants before giving it to me.
[Alright thanks.], I send to Elevar before asking Nettle the same question privately while watching Primrose.
But instead of replying through the bond, she smirks and asks aloud. "Hey, Primrose?"
"Mm?" Her Pinnate replies without looking away.
"Did you ever explain to Mistress what Happy Doll Day actually means?"
Primrose pulls eyes away from the painting to stick a tongue out at Nettle playfully. "I was getting to it!" Then she turns to face me, words spilling out in a bit of a rush. "So... Like, in every Grove people celebrate someone’s Brewing Day or Birthing Day. It's... it's like how they show that someone is... is loved. That people care that they exist. But... um... This one never really liked hers. At all. And... and less when it tried to learn Witch things. Because that's... um... well everyone found out It was trying to be a Half-Knit, and was also a pretty bad at it. Couldn't even get basic magic right and... and kinda fell apart and... and none of that matters. At all. Becoming a Doll was the best thing ever for this one and it doesn't like celebrating her Brewing Day but likes the idea of celebrating Doll Day and giving Mistress and any Doll that likes their Doll Day a special present so that they know that this one is glad they are happier now. And Mistress made herself a cute Grakler Frame and has lots of shapes she seems to like and so it's close enough and this one loves you and wants you to be the first. Because you were the third girl to seem to like this one as herself."
Primrose doesn't need to take the deep breath she gulps, but it helps her settle and turn the most serious expression I've ever seen on me. "Is... is that okay, Mistress?”
Oh. I'm stunned and thoroughly whelmed by emotions.
"Yes, Primrose, that's very much okay." I sit down on the bed near Nettle and Adaline and let my Quills sing a fierce beat of self-love and acceptance, while keeping it from spilling over to the bonds.
She nibbles on her lip, looks back to the painting, and nods. More to herself. Then she pulls the painting over, turns it around, and moves to sit on the floor by my feet. Head leaning to rest against my knee as I take in this... this…
Madness. It is a siren call that beckons me forward as I gaze upon an impossibility made manifest on canvas. It is done in the style of vertical triptych, the center a portrait of my Warlord form made regal like the paintings of nobility, styled to be motherly instead of fierce, and I'm dressed and decorated too similarly to the Witches of my time for it to be coincidental.
All around me are misshapen beings with shimmering forms that I cannot help but imagine as Sun-blessed. There's a shattered, twisted and cracked Doll upon my lap that leaks a sharp crimson gloaming that transitions through Tyrian as it enters the lower third to a deep cerulean ocean inverted in reflection with blossoms and creatures in shades of ruby. The upper third is the hardest for me to reconcile with as it is a tapestry of pin pricks like lightning bugs and I don't see the significance of them until I notice off to one side, not an afterthought, but also not a focus... Dämmerung as only the Merciful Moon could see it.
Verbess nuzzles closer to my mind. Gifting stability and help me consider this. Like I helped it consider before and during and after our Harmonization. Support unending as wordless questions roll between us.
"Primrose, I love this. It is astounding work." I finally say, keeping my confusion and concern separate from the pride and pleasure I share openly.
I request, finally feeling comfortable asking things of Verbess.
I feel it thrum wordlessly and absorb this through my eyes.
Primrose radiates relief and joy at my praise. Leaning harder into the knee she sits next to. "Thanks! It was REALLY hard to figure out and find the right colors and remember all the details and... But Nettle helped this one SO much and... and... you really like it? It's... Did this one get all the details right? Or... or at least mess them up in ways that are pretty and not terrible?"
“Ah, moonshite!” Adaline yelps as she pulls away from me. “Felt like I was getting caressed then it suddenly hurt.”
Verbess twitches, confused, then angry, then... settling. All in a flurry that's similar to the sensation of tripping, but finding balance before the vertigo of it strikes.
I feel Verbess pulse from its own Frame. Then settle as my Quills and Core thrum in answer.
It falls into Harmony with me. Radiating a mess of emotions. Anger, regret, loss, worry, hope, and finally... relief as it remains close in Quill-Tune. Eventually murmuring. [The Doll bears many disparate parts, Sister.]
"Does it still hurt?" I ask Adaline with concern while maintaining Harmony with the Pack.
"No, thankfully, but it was very unpleasant." She pouts at me.
"I'm sorry. I did get the information I needed, though there was strange feedback at the end, I'll have to investigate it more later, possibly an issue with my technique." I explain, sitting on the bed beside her.
[We will look into that tomorrow, if that's okay with you, sister Verbess.]
It seems to consider simply choosing silence and rejection, but agrees. Settling into twinned harmonization once more.
"Okay then. This one did her part. So. Uhm. You know. If you would?" She requests with trepidation.
I nod and shift my arm back before shifting my configuration to something more simple, a single penis without testes or anything else. "I'll get undressed now then?" Important to confirm. Heh.
"Yes, Mistress," Adaline answers, still sounding nervous.
I slip my dress off, getting my extra arms momentarily caught in it causing us both to fall into giggles, then lie back beside Adaline, letting her explore at her own pace. Not being used. Not being objectified. Assisting a loved one in overcoming trauma. I keep the thoughts in mind, ensuring that Verbess understands that this is different, this isn't an obligation, it's something I want to do.
Verbess doesn't even stir in worry at this. Understands deeply and perfectly this divide. In... oddly familiar ways. Even shares a few broken and half-Rusted memories of Pack Sisters having similar melodies within their first Harmonies. What would have been preferences and boundaries shared and respected and easy patience shown to their bonded Sisters. Albeit in song, not needing physical interactions to understand and consider.
"That's... it?" I feel myself flush with aroused embarrassment as she continues. "I guess I expected something big and scary, able to like, split me in two. that's barely even a mouthful, I'd think.”
As a spear that is capable of immense length, heft, and girth, my pride feels violently deflated and yet that does something for me that I didn't expect. Oh no, I'm horny for degradation.
Adaline reaches out to put a hand on my stomach, looking at me, "Is this okay?”
I find myself squeaking out "Yes ma'am" without thinking and her hesitation is immediately replaced with a delighted grin.
"Oh? Does someone have feelings about having a dick so pathetically small she can't even scare a traumatized lesbian?" She says in a mocking tone then laughs when I start getting hard.
"I'm a grower," I mutter through my own mortification. Maybe I downsized a bit too much for her.
she slides her hand down to touch the base but freezes with fear when I involuntarily twitch in arousal. "Stupid Doll, being scared of something so delicate and squishable." She angrily flops my dick around and I burst out laughing at the sheer absurdity of it.
My laughter makes my tits shake enough that all four of Adaline's eyes lock on like spellweaving. By the time she snaps out of her breast induced daze, I'm fully hard at a modest 16 cm, and she's got a look of grim determination.
"Well go on, put your mouth where your mouth is." I snark at her.
"Yes Mistress," And with a growl she dives forward and bites down.
Blind Oracles!
I gasp in surprise. "For future reference, most entities with penises don't enjoy getting bit like that.”
She doesn't reply, instead keeping her teeth gripped firmly on my shaft while slowly moving her tongue around the head, drawing quiet whimpers from me.
"Ah. Oh. Alright. Just let me know if you would like me to alter anything." I say in a half moan.
Adaline shakes her head causing me to groan in euphoric agony as her teeth slip and she adjusts her grip even further down. She continues to bite lower, enveloping my entire length before surfacing with a shout of triumph. "Hah, take that. Just like I said, barely a mouthful.”
"You're adorable, Adaline." I respond to her victory with pleasure.
She gives me a small smile and says, "Thank you" before pulling her shirt back on and dashing out.
Sigh. Reasonable, yet quite inconvenient.
Verbess is cackling in a counter harmony to me. Offering memories of how it found my small size and delicate form so small and fun to chew on. Earlier worries it had easily pushed aside as It enjoys the Frame deep ache I'm left to deal with. Nuzzling close in thought and bond while I even feel a very faint echo of... Schatzi is on the Balcony with Elevar and Lynette and the Snek Doll. Watching the Empty Sky together while Verbess splits itself between nibbling at my thoughts and guarding over our Mistress and Sister. Filled to bursting with such a deep sense of Good Function.
WELCOME TO BOOK TWOOOO!!!
SO! We are hosting a CHARACTER directed Q&A both here and on our Discord in Celebration for
A Blade and Her Witch.
SO COME JOIN US or ask these character directed questions here! Rules are simple. No spoilers for future chapters, be kind. Must ask the Characters your questions!
Thanks SO much for reading this SUPER fun collaborative project we is doing with Ruby, Blade of Dusk
Linkies to Ruby's other works:
Scribblehub
Royal Road
Tumblr
You can come chat about this story oooooooon Discord!!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaand check our our (Nevarii & Els') other works below!!!
Lamentations of The Dead Dreamer
Sun Spoken Turn
Cover Arts done by the wumberful @Redsheis ! She is open to commissions!
