Moga Village was quiet, the gently rocking waves lapping at the
wooden supports that kept the collection of huts resting securely
above the water. Little of anything moved today, and even the sun
seemed paler than usual as it sparkled off the dancing water.
Every so often, a far-off sound rippled across the water,
something dark and blood-curdling, the distant sound of combat.
The villagers would pause and look off in the distance, their
hearts and minds unified as they paused, praying for the success
and luck of Sivia, the huntress.
	Sweetheart paused as yet another distant roar echoed across the
water; her heart was heavy, her quest book tucked away for the
time being. Sivia had departed some days prior, her pack loaded,
weapon sharpened, and her armor polished until it practically
glowed; the memory of the warrior still burned brightly in her
mind. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel Sivia's hand
on her head. "I'll be back soon, Sweetie." That mellow voice,
softened after months and months of working together, reveling in
success, sorrowful in failure... that sweet, kind voice drifted
through her mind again. "So keep the quests ready for me, okay?"
	She sighed, laying herself over the quest counter. "Sivia..."
She whispered quietly, looking off into the distance. It was hard
not to be worried; these strange rumblings had become more and
more intense as the day wore on. She had never seen an Alatreon
in person, but from the illustrations distributed by the guild,
it looked like a fierce beast, one even a pro like Sivia would
have trouble against. She wanted to believe everything would be
alright, desperately, but some dark, vague corner of her mind
refused to hold onto the belief, and instead busied itself with
all sorts of deep, dark, "what-if" scenarios.
	All that was brushed aside, however, as one furious roar, more
pained and deeper than the others, echoed through the sky. It
seemed as if all creation came to a stop, not a hair moving as it
faded into the crystal blue infinity above; then, as if time
began to flow again, everything resumed, albeit with a more
nervous, worried pace. But deep within, a flower of hope began to
spring forth; Sweetie began to busy herself, dusting off the
guild books and preparing her medical kit.
	Sure enough, several hours later, a lone figure made her way
slowly towards the village. Her armor was dented and broken, her
left gauntlet completely missing; the weapon on her back was
chipped and slagged, melted metal and bone twisted from some
godlike heat. And though her face was weary, she wore the grin of
someone who had done their job near flawlessly.
	Sivia limped into town, the villagers making their way to her as
she came to a rest inside the questing gate. An arm supported her
against the sturdy wooden post, her breathing a little labored,
and as Sweetie approached, she grinned. "Told you... I'd be back
soon."
	"Yeah..." Sweetie grinned, tears clouding her vision. "You
did... you really did..."
	Sivia reached into her pouch, withdrawing a jagged edge of the
tip of a horn. She held it out to Sweetie, who took it with
trembling hands. "Is... is this?"	
	"Please submit my report to the guild..." She took a deep
breath, then nodded. "The Alatreon is slain."
	For a moment, there was complete silence... then, complete
chaos. Crying, laughing, cheering, hugging, all of it and more;
Sweetie wrapped her arms around Sivia's chest and sobbed, holding
Sivia close as the huntress gently patted the girl's head.
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	Her wounds looked more severe than they actually were, Sivia
decided. Her potions and tinctures had staunched all but the most
stubborn of her bleeding cuts, but even those had been reduced in
volume. They were quite persistent, though, and still trickled
tiny droplets of blood across her plank flooring. The low light
from the hearth cast an orange glow across her body, and she
sighed as she fumbled with the gauze, trying to wrap up the
still-oozing wounds (with some difficulty).
	"Need a hand?" A soft voice came from the doorway, and she
turned to see Sweetie standing there, softly. Her body was framed
by the soft starlight from outside, and she smiled gently as she
walked in, medicine bag in hand. "I thought you could use some
assistance, since I saw your lights still on."
	"It's... It's nothing." Sivia looked away, her eyes oddly
focusing on a nearby hand mirror... and she nearly started - her
eyes were glowing faintly, a muted purple glow illuminating her
irises. A delayed reaction? I thought I had suppressed it! At her
panicked thought, her eyes seemed to glow more intensely,
shifting from an almost lavender to a deep, purple glow. "Um, I,
uh... I can handle this, Sweetie."
	"No, you can't." Sweetie sat down at the table, opening her kit
up, while Sivia turned away, looking off over the open water.
"I'm going to help you, Huntress." Her tongue stuck out cutely.
"Deal with it."
	"But... I... fine." Sivia closed her eyes, sitting down at the
table across from Sweetie. "Just... yeah. Thank you." She opened
one eye slightly, nodding. "I appreciate it, Sweetie."
	 Sweetheart nodded softly, sliding her circular chair closer to
Sivia. Her delicate hands began to trace across Sivia's wounds,
quietly dabbing at the slowly oozing gashes with her salves.
Sivia never flinched, never stirred under her touch; instead, the
warrior seemed to relax, her body finally at ease since returning
home. "Your touch is so gentle, Sweetie..."
	Sweetheart blushed, her heart racing. "Well, I, uh... I don't
want to hurt you any more... I mean... yeah..." She trailed off,
her voice fading into the dark room, and she clenched her fist
quietly, cursing her own weakness. Why can't I just spit it out?
	"Say... Sivia..." Sweetie continued her work, her hands trailing
across Sivia's body. The warrior was quite muscular, her body
crisscrossed by small scars... but as Sweetie passed, she felt
those scars slowly fading, strangely, their prominence and
redness dulling beneath her fingertips. She thought she was
seeing things, perhaps her nervousness making her eyes overwork,
and brushed the thought from her mind. "I was wondering... Are
you going to stay around Moga Village now that you have defeated
the Alatreon?"
	Sivia was silent for a moment as Sweetie slowly wrapped a
bandage around Sivia's arm. At length, she spoke, her voice soft.
"I am uncertain. I will travel where the guild needs... but this
village, and its people, will always be close to my heart." She
smiled softly. "Some moreso than others."
	That seemed to be the impetus Sweetie needed. "I... I... I...!"
She slid closer to Sivia, intending to lean into speak... but her
chair caught, the uneven planking of the flooring the bane of her
coordination. She stumbled forward... and her lips smacked
straight into Sivia, their bodies close. Sivia's eyes snapped
open, and Sweetie could see the shock and surprise in her eyes...
her glowing, purplish eyes.
	Sweetie reeled back, her lips still warm from Sivia's touch, as
Sivia quickly covered her eyes and looked away, fearfully.
"Sweetie... you saw?"
	"I... I did." She nodded her head. "Sivia, what happened?"
	"I'm unsure, myself..." She sighed, her eyes still covered. "The
Alatreon's influence still haunts me, even now, I'm sure of it;
this dragon's blight floods my body, urging me onwards, filling
my body with carnal needs... needs I can barely control." She
looked away, and Sweetie noticed for the first time a bulging
between Sivia's legs, a thick, pulsing bulge, something rising
from deep within. "You'd best leave... before my desires claim
you, as well."
	Sweetie rose from her chair, adjusting her outfit... and with a
firm hand, pulled Sivia's hand away to reveal the woman's eyes
once more. As Sivia looked up in shock, Sweetie kissed her
deeply, full on the lips, Sweetie's face flushed furious red with
both embarrassment and arousal. Her tongue slid into the
surprised huntress' mouth, the pure passion in her motions
melting Sivia's spine to jelly as the huntress slumped backwards
in her chair.
	As they broke for air, Sweetie sank to her knees, her face
resting on Sivia's stomach. "Lady Sivia... I have admired you
from day one, when you first walked into this village. Your
courage, your tenacity, your personality... I how could I resist
falling in love with you?" She looked up, her face holding a
tearful, blissful grin. "No matter how your body may be, no
matter how you present... I love you, Lady Sivia. That will never
change."
	She slowly slid aside Sivia's under-wear, the pulsing, throbbing
shaft nearly smacking her in the face as it sprung free. It was
over two hands' width in length, and her fingers couldn't even
wrap around it fully; Sivia's hidden blade was mighty indeed, and
Sweetie slowly kissed the bulging tip with her soft, plush lips.
Her warm fingertips kneaded into Sivia's soft, swollen balls, the
tender orbs heavy and hefty between Sivia's legs, churning with
arousal as Sweetie's ministrations played across Sivia's
throbbing shaft.
	Sivia's hips gave an involuntary start as she groaned, pushing
the tip of her cock perfectly into Sweetie's hot, sticky mouth.
Sweetie gasped at the sudden intrusion, her jaw stretched as a
considerable amount of Sivia's meat forced its way deeper. She
could feel the smooth, soft tip pulsing at the back of her
throat, and she let herself relax, slowly accepting Sivia's
length and thickness with all the soft, sticky sweetness she
could muster. She wasn't called "Sweetheart" just for show, after
all!
	Sivia's eyes seemed to pulse as she watched the innocent girl
before her swallowing her sword. It bulged almost obscenely in
Sweetie's throat, and for a moment, Sivia half-expected to see
the outlines of her massive veins bulging through Sweetie's skin.
She felt her body heating up, her loins surging with arousal as
she slowly, delicately, gingerly wove her hands into Sweetie's
hair, cupping the girl's head... and with a small modicum of
force, pulled the girl's mouth to the base of her cock.
	Sweetie gagged, her eyes looking up to meet Sivia's glowing,
purple gaze; they were wide with shock, and she struggled
slightly as she tried to keep herself under control on Sivia's
shaft. "You know, Sweetie... I've loved you for a long time,
too..." She grinned, pulling Sweetie off her shaft to give the
girl a breather. "So to have your perfect lips and delicate
throat wrapped around my shaft like this..." She gripped
Sweetie's hair tighter. "It's a dream come true."
	She began to pump Sweetie's head onto her shaft, the guild-girl
doing her best to keep up. Sivia's hips joined in the mix,
thrusting up to meet Sweetie's descending head; Sivia grunted as
she slowly rose to her feet, her height actually causing Sweetie
to rise up a little higher as the girl knelt. In seconds, Sivia
was giving it her all, her body pumping away as she pounded
herself into Sweetie's face, her his thrusting and bumping into
Sweetie a fair amount of force.
	Her orgasm came on too quickly, and she came hard, her sticky
seed pumping itself deep into Sweetie's throat. She felt her cock
bulging with each squirt of semen, and to her credit, Sweetie
swallowed every last drop of the hot fluid without fail. Sweetie
gasped with relief as Sivia slid free, cupping her mouth as some
excess bubbled over; Sivia was panting, resting on her chair, her
eyes glowing a little less.
	"Geez, Sivia..." Sweetie coughed, cum splattering on the floor.
"That was too much..."
	Sivia's eyes went wide, and she slid to the floor, pulling
Sweetie close. "I-I'm sorry! Did... Did I hurt you?" She looked
into Sweetie's eyes, the concern apparent on her face; her own
irises had faded, returning to that pale lavender glow from
earlier in the evening. "Please! I couldn't control it! I-I just
saw your lips around my dick, and then... and then..."
	Her words were cut off by a sticky, cummy kiss; Sweetie's tongue
swirled in her mouth, and she felt her hand being guided to
Sweetie's breast. She blushed furiously at the taste of her own
seed, doubly so when she felt Sweetie's soft, delicate body
beneath her fingers. As they broke apart, Sweetie smiled. "You
didn't hurt me, no... and, well..." She blushed. "I like it
rough."
	Sivia's eyes went wide, the color quickly returning to that
deep, royal purple... and she stood, scooping Sweetie into her
arms. The slid into the bed together, her eyes radiating that
purple aura as Sweetie blushed, slowly stripping her shirt free.
"Sweetie... I may not be able to hold back..."
	"That's fine by me." She wrapped her arms around Sivia's neck,
holding Sivia close as something hard and hot stretched across
her stomach. "I'm all yours, my love."
	Sivia kissed Sweetie deeply, her hand cupping Sweetie's breast
gingerly as they lay on the bed. Her hips rocked softly, rubbing
her engorged member across Sweetie's soft, tender stomach; Sivia
moaned, a small splatter of precum lubricating her motions,
making each sweet, silky movement a pure ecstasy as she traced
her throbbing member across Sweetie's body. Sweetie, for her
part, was too busy being enthralled by Sivia's touch, her moans
softly escaping with each breath as she melted in Sivia's grasp.
"More...  I need more, Sivia..."
	The huntress grinned, her eyes flashing as her shaft lined up
with Sweetie's panties. Her swollen tip rubbed against the wet
material, and Sivia couldn't hold back her chuckle. "What's
this... you're already so wet, Sweetie." Even in the low
firelight, Sivia could easily make out Sweetie's blush. "Don't
tell me you're the kind of naughty girl who just craves
stimulation."
	She covered her face in her hands, blushing harder, and Sivia
had to giggle; Sweetie was just too adorable to not tease, and
Sivia felt her heart pounding as she slid aside the fabric of
Sweetie's underwear to press that swollen tip right up to Sivia's
waiting, eager lips. She lingered just a moment on the verge of
penetration... and then, with a decisive thrust, pressed herself
into Sweetie's depths, fiercely.
	The pair was paralyzed in pleasure for a single, simultaneous
moment; their bodies went rigid, Sivia engulfed in the sticky,
hot wetness of Sweetie's depths, and Sweetie completely filled by
Sivia's throbbing, rugged rod. They felt the unity surge through
their bodies... and with a vicious thrust, Sivia drove herself
even deeper, grinning as Sweetie was forced to stifle the
resulting moan in a pillow.
	"What's wrong, Sweetie?" Sivia panted, grinning as she hammered
her hips more fiercely and firmly into Sweetie's throbbing sex.
Her hefty balls smacked into Sweetie with each thrust, sending
pleasure racing through her body. "Don't you want to let the
whole village know we're finally consummating?" She pounded
harder, her base stretching Sweetie wide open. "I'm sure they've
been betting on how long it would take me to claim you as my
own!"
	She grinned as she felt Sweetie clamp down hard around her cock,
and kept going even harder; Sweetie was orgasming almost with
each thrust, her body overwhelmed with all of Sivia's hot,
throbbing love. She felt her body climaxing in a detached sort of
way, the simple amount of pleasure almost too much for her mind
to comprehend normally. She was nearly screaming into her pillow,
wracked with orgasms as she was; it was almost relieving to feel
Sivia finally slide free, her lips caressing Sweetie's neck as
she let her hands gently tease Sweetie's pulsing clit.
	"Sivia... that... that was too much..." Sweetie panted softly,
her face flush with her screaming into the pillow. "I... you...
so good..."
	"Really, now..." Sivia grinned, the glow still strong in her
eyes; if anything, it had grown, her smile only widening further
as she continued to slowly rub Sweetie's clit. "You know, there
is one part of you I have yet to claim... and you know what
else..." She rubbed her hips along Sweetie's thigh. "I haven't
found my satisfaction yet."
	Sweetie's eyes went wide. "But, I... I've never... not even..."
She fell silent, her face lost in a blush. "That place is dirty."
	"Nothing on you could be dirty, love." Sivia kissed Sweetie's
lips softly, sliding over sweetie once more. She took Sweetie's
ankles in her hands, spreading Sweetie wide; that motion brought
Sivia's cock, still quite lubricated with Sweetie's essence, into
direct contact with Sweetie's asshole. "And I'm going to prove it
to you."
	Sweetie felt the pressure of Sivia's shaft, her ass slowly
stretching to accommodate Sivia's massive tool as the latter slid
herself into the former. Sivia moved slowly, gently making sure
she was well within Sweetie's body, before beginning to pump
herself fiercely once more. Their hips slapped together fiercely,
and Sivia gasped as she felt her body shifting, twisting...
conforming to Sivia's shaft. "Gods above..."
	"I know, right?" Sivia grinned, her eyes blazing with purplish
light. "And now I'm going to pound you good." She drove her hips
forward, the pleasure of the thrust almost knocking the wind out
of Sweetie. It was so much that when the second thrust came,
Sweetie was completely off guard, her body going limp as wave
after wave of pleasure washed over her, Sivia's relentless
pounding filling Sweetie's body with a carnal need.
	"More..." Sivia looked up as Sweetie spoke, the girl's fingers
digging into the bedsheets at Sivia continued pounding. "More,
Sivia... fuck me harder!" Her ass was clenching hard around
Sivia, keeping the huntress' hips pounding to ensure it was
satisfied. "Don't let up! Do it!!"
	"With pleasure." Sivia grinned, the purplish glow seeming to
radiate across her body. In an instant, her thrusts went from
simply "strong" to "impossibly strong"; she was pounding their
bodies together with all her strength, every thrust pushing
deeper and deeper into Sweetie's body. Sweetie, for her part, was
doing all she could to hang on, the exquisite texture of Sivia's
cock imprinted into her ass with such detail, she felt as though
she could have recreated a model of Sivia's unique ridges and
bumps.
	Sivia didn't let up, even as she felt herself reaching her
climax; if anything, her thrusts became more wild, pounding the
literal voice out of Sweetie. The guild-girl was completely
overcome, her body awash in a pleasure she had never before
indulged, and she glutted herself fully, savoring every single
nuance that barreled through her mind like a Tigrex on steroids.
	Sivia came at long last, her final thrust burying her shaft deep
within Sweetie. As her massive balls clenched and pulsed, her
cock pumped out rope after rope after rope of sticky, thick semen
deep into Sweetie's body. She groaned with each pulse, her body
emptying itself as Sweetie accepted it, the girl nearly passed
out from pleasure. But even endless orgasms have an actual end,
and Sivia's came soon, the last of her semen gushing from her
shaft into the slightly bulging tummy of Sweetie. What's more, as
Sivia pulled her deflating shaft from Sweetie's ass, some of her
cum followed, leaking from Sweetie slowly as Sivia laid over,
next to the girl.
	"Phew..." Sivia pulled Sweetie close, cradling Sweetie in her
arms.  "Not bad for someone who slayed an Alatreon half a day
ago, huh."
	"No... I shudder to think of you at full power." Sweetie
giggled, rubbing her nose against Sivia's. "You know... that was
wonderful."
	"You were quite wonderful yourself." Sivia smiled softly, the
purple glow fading from her eyes. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
	"No, no." Sweetie kissed Sivia gently as her hands encircled the
huntress. "You were absolutely perfect in every way." She winked.
"Every way."
	"I'm glad to hear it." Sivia sighed contentedly, settling into
Sweetie's arms. "I'm... really glad...."
	Sweetie went to say something else, but as she opened her mouth,
she noticed Sivia was fast asleep, the huntress finally
succumbing to the exhaustion that was no doubt a result of her
battle with the Elder Dragon. Sweetie smiled, softly, her hand
moving to cradle Sivia close; pulling up the covers, she settled
in with the huntress as well. After all, dawn would be coming
soon... and tomorrow was another busy day in the life of Moga
Village.