Within a few handfuls of seconds, a length of flesh, perhaps two or three fingers wide at its base, extended out of her spine and gently pushed its way down her thighs, past her calves, and curled past her feet. Once done, a shudder traveled from the top of Lynnria’s head downwards to the narrow tip of her tail. This seemed to shake loose a long shock of hair all along the last quarter of the thing.
Purple, of course. Just like the rest.
Lynnria fully stretched out her body then, almost like a cat waking up from a nap. Her new tail extended out at the same time, perhaps a cubit longer than her legs. Sighing and kneading at her admittedly toned ass-cheeks, she slowly turned back to me.
“Oh, man… that feels so much better.”
I could think of about a million things to say, but at that moment, all I could manage was a strangled wheeze.
For a few seconds, she just stared at me then, seemingly self-conscious, she began fidgeting with her hands. “Do you… do you like it?”
Do I like it?
The question seemed obvious on the surface, but that she had asked it at all seemed so completely perpendicular to the train of reality that my mind seized in trying to answer it. Not that it mattered.
I squeezed out a confused grunt.
My only-just-barely-verbal response seemed to cause her some distress, and her tail started swishing back and forth in agitation. As if it were some sort of safety blanket, she quickly snatched it up and held it like a child might. However, the nature of the spell I was maintaining dictated that she would inevitably accelerate the direction she was looking, so not a moment later, she bumped right into me.
“Oh, uhm…”
For a moment, she just ran her thumb through the length of purple hair trapped between us. Then, biting her lower lip, she looked up through her lashes at me.
“You seem… upset.” Her eyes suddenly began to shine with the onset of tears. “I—I didn’t really mean to keep it a secret. I know that… well, laoi don’t ordinarily have tails, so I usually try to keep it tucked away. But I figured… you’re not a laoi, so why should it matter if I’m a little… different?”
The fuck? Tucked away?! If she had been hiding that thing down those pants, I was a five-headed, fire-breathing hydra! I had literally just watched the thing grow. But I also did not have the lung capacity to argue the point. And the ability to breathe tends to take precedence over all other concerns.
Also… I was well aware that her pants were around her ankles and a tad paranoid that my throbbing manhood would heroically struggle through the crushing weight of my situation to announce itself to the bare and feminine sex mere inches away.
“N-no…” I managed. Then, sucking wind through my teeth like a fighter pilot during a high-g ascent, I finally got enough breath to push out, “S… spell. T-too much. Hurry! F… find…”
“Oh?” She blinked rapidly, her tears suddenly forgotten. “Oh! Uh… okay, right. I’ll just uh…”
She nervously scanned the room for a few seconds, not really sure where to look. But then she hesitated and, turning back, she shot me a devious little smile. Before I could react—not that I could have anyway—she planted a quick yet tender little kiss on my lips.
Then she pushed away, smug as anything and giggling like fairy.
“Lynnria…” I growled.
“Oh, don’t look at me that way, sweet thing,” she said, assuming a mid-air Peter Pan-like pose. “I just wanted to see if you could guess what number I was thinking of.”
I had no idea. And flirting with girls was about the last thing I needed right about then, so I just blurted out the first random word to come to mind.
“G-green.”
The confident smile froze on her face, and she brought a hand up to cover her mouth. “Mercy’s hands… you can do it.”
I did? As far as I knew, it was just a lucky and completely random guess, but… maybe? It was a pretty quick kiss, so it was possible I had picked it up subconsciously.
She chewed on her bottom lip for a few seconds, just staring at my face with a thoughtful expression. Long enough for the levitation’s natural momentum to press our bodies together once more. A moment later, I began to feel a soft, feathery something brushing against the inside of my leg, tracing its way up and down, yet more the former than the latter.
“Lynnria…” I wheezed. “S…stop…”
She did not though. She was too caught up in some fantasy of her own devising, enthralled perhaps by the thought of joining with my mind. It was possible I had unlocked some secret kink of hers. Whatever the reason, it did not take her long to discover my own hidden and unfortunately distressed shame.
She gasped with surprise and, overjoyed, she began to grin. “Well, well, well. Seems I’m not the only one to have found a new toy. Maybe we don’t need to get out of this trap… right this second.”
Giggling now with anticipation, she began to gyrate her hips in small circles over top of me. And teasingly, almost taunting me in her slowness, she reached her hand down between our legs.
My concentration did not survive contact.
“Okay…” she grunted a moment later. Her hand now trapped between us, she had collapsed atop me the second my spell failed, twisting her into a pretzel. “Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea after all.”
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Within a few handfuls of seconds, a length of flesh, perhaps two or three fingers wide at its base, extended out of her spine and gently pushed its way down her thighs, past her calves, and curled past her feet. Once done, a shudder traveled from the top of Lynnria’s head downwards to the narrow tip of her tail. This seemed to shake loose a long shock of hair all along the last quarter of the thing.
Purple, of course. Just like the rest.
Lynnria fully stretched out her body then, almost like a cat waking up from a nap. Her new tail extended out at the same time, perhaps a cubit longer than her legs. Sighing and kneading at her admittedly toned ass-cheeks, she slowly turned back to me.
“Oh, man… that feels so much better.”
I could think of about a million things to say, but at that moment, all I could manage was a strangled wheeze.
For a few seconds, she just stared at me then, seemingly self-conscious, she began fidgeting with her hands. “Do you… do you like it?”
Do I like it?
The question seemed obvious on the surface, but that she had asked it at all seemed so completely perpendicular to the train of reality that my mind seized in trying to answer it. Not that it mattered.
I squeezed out a confused grunt.
My only-just-barely-verbal response seemed to cause her some distress, and her tail started swishing back and forth in agitation. As if it were some sort of safety blanket, she quickly snatched it up and held it like a child might. However, the nature of the spell I was maintaining dictated that she would inevitably accelerate the direction she was looking, so not a moment later, she bumped right into me.
“Oh, uhm…”
For a moment, she just ran her thumb through the length of purple hair trapped between us. Then, biting her lower lip, she looked up through her lashes at me.
“You seem… upset.” Her eyes suddenly began to shine with the onset of tears. “I—I didn’t really mean to keep it a secret. I know that… well, laoi don’t ordinarily have tails, so I usually try to keep it tucked away. But I figured… you’re not a laoi, so why should it matter if I’m a little… different?”
The fuck? Tucked away?! If she had been hiding that thing down those pants, I was a five-headed, fire-breathing hydra! I had literally just watched the thing grow. But I also did not have the lung capacity to argue the point. And the ability to breathe tends to take precedence over all other concerns.
Also… I was well aware that her pants were around her ankles and a tad paranoid that my throbbing manhood would heroically struggle through the crushing weight of my situation to announce itself to the bare and feminine sex mere inches away.
“N-no…” I managed. Then, sucking wind through my teeth like a fighter pilot during a high-g ascent, I finally got enough breath to push out, “S… spell. T-too much. Hurry! F… find…”
“Oh?” She blinked rapidly, her tears suddenly forgotten. “Oh! Uh… okay, right. I’ll just uh…”
She nervously scanned the room for a few seconds, not really sure where to look. But then she hesitated and, turning back, she shot me a devious little smile. Before I could react—not that I could have anyway—she planted a quick yet tender little kiss on my lips.
Then she pushed away, smug as anything and giggling like fairy.
“Lynnria…” I growled.
“Oh, don’t look at me that way, sweet thing,” she said, assuming a mid-air Peter Pan-like pose. “I just wanted to see if you could guess what number I was thinking of.”
I had no idea. And flirting with girls was about the last thing I needed right about then, so I just blurted out the first random word to come to mind.
“G-green.”
The confident smile froze on her face, and she brought a hand up to cover her mouth. “Mercy’s hands… you can do it.”
I did? As far as I knew, it was just a lucky and completely random guess, but… maybe? It was a pretty quick kiss, so it was possible I had picked it up subconsciously.
She chewed on her bottom lip for a few seconds, just staring at my face with a thoughtful expression. Long enough for the levitation’s natural momentum to press our bodies together once more. A moment later, I began to feel a soft, feathery something brushing against the inside of my leg, tracing its way up and down, yet more the former than the latter.
“Lynnria…” I wheezed. “S…stop…”
She did not though. She was too caught up in some fantasy of her own devising, enthralled perhaps by the thought of joining with my mind. It was possible I had unlocked some secret kink of hers. Whatever the reason, it did not take her long to discover my own hidden and unfortunately distressed shame.
She gasped with surprise and, overjoyed, she began to grin. “Well, well, well. Seems I’m not the only one to have found a new toy. Maybe we don’t need to get out of this trap… right this second.”
Giggling now with anticipation, she began to gyrate her hips in small circles over top of me. And teasingly, almost taunting me in her slowness, she reached her hand down between our legs.
My concentration did not survive contact.
“Okay…” she grunted a moment later. Her hand now trapped between us, she had collapsed atop me the second my spell failed, twisting her into a pretzel. “Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea after all.”
Seleroan
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Enjoying the content? Well, why not drop by my Patreon? It helps me keep this show running, and allows me to afford great things like editors, cover artists, and food!
Each chapter is now being personalized with some... passable chapter-inspired AI generated art. I try. But it gives things a bit of color. And you can read ahead!
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