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. ================== 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.