The Dominance of Lust - Chapter 5

05 - Changes

Svatlyana had been laying on the hard stone floor for how long? Half a day? A day? More? She could still barely believe that a mere human could deplete here so badly. She could move her body if she wanted to, but it would feel sore and would tire her out. There was nothing she could do here anyway. She hadn’t even noticed that someone had come to visit, until the cell door opened. Slowly she turned her head. Masa. Svatlyana didn’t know if this visit should make her happy or not.
“You seem less eager to jump me than last time.” The sarcasm in Masa’s voice was heavy.
“What have you done to me?”
“We have come to call it ‘the draining’. All succubi go through it. But don’t worry, it is always followed by ‘the rejuvenation’.” Svatlyana’s expression showed she did not understand.
“With a rejuvenation a succubus is allowed to have her way with a girl, as long as she does not harm the girl. It serves to get her in shape again, for another draining.”
“So you’re just using us. Like cattle.”
“Yes, and you get to fuck and get fucked by the prettiest girls on the continent. It’s a great deal.”
Svatlyana looked hesitant.
“You don’t have to like the idea behind it,” Masa began, “you just have to enjoy it. If you behave during your rejuvenation you will be promoted to a higher floor, with a proper bedroom.”
“Are you going to be my rejuvenation?” Svatlyana asked. Her tone remained neutral, not giving away whether she would prefer Masa or another girl.
“No, usually the rejuvenators aren’t huntresses. We need our energy. Our little playtime earlier was a one time thing.”
“Will you at least be my appetizer?” Unconsciously Svatlyana had started playing with her own nipples.
“No.” Masa answered curtly.
“Well, just make sure I get a young and slender one. I promise to be careful with it.”
“Not my decision.” Masa answered just as curtly, and she turned around to leave the succubus again. The woman knew perfectly well how to show dominance.

Meanwhile Shai had learned about the same lessen, but from the board. She had received her agenda, listing on what days she was to drain a succubus, and which one. Apparently new huntresses started with the most cooperative succubi, both as a safety matter and to reward those succubi with the newer and fresher huntresses. The only succubus Shai knew was not on her list. But then again, the list was only for this month. Shai’s first upcoming session would be tomorrow. Good, because she still felt weird. She didn’t know if it was because the ritual was actually changing her body in some way or if she merely imagined it. But it couldn’t be all just her imagination. She had seen how Masa was capable of smelling out succubi from a great distance, and she knew very well how strong she was and how great her endurance was. And of course her very high physical and sexual attractiveness. How long did it take for Masa to have reached this level? How quickly would Shai grow? Why was the information she received always so incomplete? She had tried to get more information from the board after she got handed her agenda, but they were steadfast in their reluctance to cooperate. The praise she received for being so studious did not make up for it. It wasn’t hard to believe that most cultists had been simple farm girls who asked few questions, but that didn’t mean the board should not give answers to those few who did ask questions! And the suggestion to go to the library for answers was just ridiculous! Shai had read every book there already, most of them more than once. She also knew Masa wasn’t very talkative. And her old teacher? The one that taught her the basics when she was just old enough to be trained as a huntress? Shai didn’t even want to think about her. Nyscha was as crazy as they could get! After Shai, Nyscha had been forbidden to ever teach again. A good decision, Shai wouldn’t wish for anyone to have Nyscha as a teacher. She wondered who Yun’s teacher would be. A trip to Yun’s temporary housing would probably be fruitless, but Shai had made the attempt anyway. Empty, as expected. And she didn’t want to disturb any lessons or training. Left without options, Shai decided on a little alone time for herself.

Hours had passed after Masa had left Svatlyana alone again. The demon had remained in her cell in peace, but the short encounter with Masa had left her somewhat restless. She had spent her time fantasizing about what kind of girls she would get. She had already promised herself she would behave, no matter how much she wanted to completely ravage whoever would be put inside her cage. The thought alone made her body heat up more. Good, because her drive had gotten extremely low. Slowly she had started touching herself, hoping her juices would start flowing again soon. It took her a while, which was strange to her. She had never felt herself dry. If she were capable of sympathy she would feel sorry for past victims who had been less adept at getting themselves wet. She was glad when she finally felt as wet as usual. Slowly she continued. She had no intention of climaxing any time soon. Just killing some time. She hadn’t seen any other girls except for Masa and Shai. She had no idea of the variety of the girls here, and how pretty they would be. Most villages she had raided only had a few really pretty ones. Eventually she would fuck anything, but pretty ones were always better.
When her cell door opened, Svatlyana got caught by surprise. Not that she cared, of course. She simply stopped and licked her finger clean while watching who would be her visitor. A girl violently got thrown inside the cage by two other women who seemed to be some sort of guards. The girl wore the same thin white thing that Shai had worn last time, and Svatlyana could already hear it rip as the girl hit the ground with her knees and hands.
“This one is being punished.” One of the guards spoke. “Have your way with her, just keep her intact. Mostly intact, at least.”
Well, that was unexpected. So no good behaviour was required from her? That was a nice present. She would do her best to provide sufficient punishment.
The girl, with a brown ponytail, slowly raised her head to face Svatlyana in the eyes. A pretty girl indeed, with a cute face, but against all of Svatlyana's expectations she wore a broad smile. Strange, were they playing with her? Was it a test to see if Svatlyana would follow her original order to behave? But unfortunately Svatlyana wasn’t interested very much in thinking. A pretty girl had just been thrown into her cell, with the notice to have her way with her. So she would.
The other girl was already getting up. She still had that smile on her face. “So you’re the one who is going to punish me?” The girl asked in a just too cheerful voice. It didn’t make much sense, but Svatlyana didn’t care anymore. She lunged forward. Ripping through the thin clothes was easy, and it only took a moment before the girl lay on the ground completely exposed. Svatlyana could hear a ‘thump’ as the girl’s head hit the hard floor, but the girl barely seemed to notice. The smile was still there, even after Svatlyana had violently ripped her clothes of, snarling and growling in an ecstatic feeling of freedom. It did irritate her. She was told the girl needed punishment, but she hardly looked as if being punished. Sitting right on top of the girl, Svatlyana put her left hand on the girl’s neck, and clutched it tightly, while using her right hand to violently grab and squeeze the girl’s breasts, leaving punctures and cuts with her long and sharp nails. Yet each squeeze, each new bloody wound, only resulted in laughter and moans of pleasure from the other girl. It didn’t have to matter to Svatlyana, but it did. The girl was supposed to end up screaming and crying, not enjoying it! Angry she used her right hand to slap the girl in the face as hard as she could, which was quite hard. The sound of the slap echoed across the floor, and Svatlyana’s hand even felt the sting of it. Loudly the other girl moaned, all the while still smiling. “Yes!” she screamed. “Harder!” Stunned, Svatlyana stopped with what she was doing. She had never witnessed something like this.
“Come on, go on, you monster!” The girl demanded in her cute voice, filled with eagerness and lust. “My pussy is dripping wet for you. Fuck me as hard as you can.” As strange as the experience was for her, Svatlyana could hardly refuse. The wet and eager pussy of a young, cute girl was always a feast. Putting her hand behind her, she reached between the girl’s legs. They were already spread, and the girl’s outer lips were indeed as wet as they could get. The girl started breathing heavy the moment Svatlyana’s fingers touched her. She could see the eagerness and desire in the girl’s eyes. Biting her bottom lip, the girl soundlessly begged for more. Svatlyana moved away from the girl’s belly so she got a good view of the girl. As soon as she was no longer on top of her, the other girl put her legs up to spread them even further. Using two fingers, she spread her pussy as wide as she could. Her juices flowed over her lips, along her fingers, and over her legs to eventually reach the floor.
Svatlyana had realized perfectly well that the only way to punish this girl was to give her nothing. Yet her own desires had grown extensively, especially after watching that dripping pussy. She would love nothing more than to taste it. Besides, she needed this rejuvenation to recover fully. Screw it, Svatlyana had decided to give the girl whatever she wanted, and more. She needed that pussy.
Eagerly Svatlyana bended down and put her head between the girl’s legs. Before she had properly opened her mouth, the girl’s arms rushed forward to took hold of her head, and Svatlyana’s head was forcefully pulled against the soft, wet flesh of the girl’s pussy.
“Come on, bitch, lick it!”
Svatlyana would protest had she not already decided to go along with it. Besides, she was eager to please at the moment. The girl’s juices were already smeared all over her face. She could smell her sweet, strong scent, and her lips already got a quick taste. With the hands still holding her head in place, Svatlyana stuck out her tongue and started moving it up and down. The first few lick scooped up a remarkable amount of pussy juice, which Svatlyana eagerly gulped down. Succubi taste buds were accustomed to only pussy juice, and the taste of it always made Svatlyana thirsting for more. And this girl’s juices were remarkably tasty. Svatlyana put her entire mouth against the girl’s pink flesh, making sure even her clitoris would be inside her mouth. Every drop of juice she would collect, and with every drop she would feel more revitalized.
Every lick made the other girl moan and pant, or even scream to beg to go on. And every time Svatlyana’s tongue went even higher to tease the girl’s soft clitoris, the response she got was even heavier. With her eyes sticking out just above the girl’s crotch, she had a good view of the girl’s tits, moving up and down as well as sideways with every twitch and turn of the girl’s body. At least the girl responded very satisfying, now that Svatlyana had accepted that she would no longer try to punish her. Svatlyana had regained all of her usual lust and desire, and she would not stop until the girl would orgasm as loud as she possibly could.
Suddenly the girl let go of Svatlyana’s head, and directly after she felt a thumb against the side of her head. Toppling sideways, Svatlyana realized the girl had kneed her in the head. Why?
Still weak, Svatlyana fell on her side, and rolled over on her back. Before she could get up again, the other girl had already taken initiative, and had positioned herself on top of Svatlyana. Standing over the succubus’ head, and facing her feet, the girl bent down, moving her dripping pussy closer to Svatlyana’s head. “Keep on licking it.” She demanded, as she sat down on Svatlyana’s face. The demon did not understand why the change of position, but did not mind at all. Not a single drop of the girl’s sweet nectar would be spilled now. Eagerly she continued to work her tongue as the girl bent over slightly to give her an even better position.
A tingling sensation between Svatlyana’s legs. The other girl was playing with her! Svatlyana had her legs nearly closed, so it couldn’t be more than a finger. The feeling was wonderful, and combined with the sweet juices she was still licking of the tender pink flesh, Svatlyana was enjoying it to the extreme.
Then she realized these girls stole her sexual energy by pleasuring her just like succubi did. That’s not supposed to happen! She was to be rejuvenated, not drained even more! Angry she closed her mouth shut, with sharp, pointed teeth grabbing hold of the girl’s lips, piercing them slightly. The girl moaned even more, but she did not stop working her fingers, even after Svatlyana could taste blood mixing with the girl’s juices. Closing her legs also did not prevent the other girl from continuing. Opening her mouth again, she grabbed the girl’s ass tightly and attempted to push her sideways, of of her. Svatlyana would at least show physical dominance! Light as the girl was, she was easily pushed aside, but using her momentum she also took hold of Svatlyana and took her with her. Rolling over the hard stone floor, they alternated between top and bottom, both trying to establish dominance, until they hit the iron bars and could move no further. They looked each other in they eyes. Both of them were filled with desire. A fierce desire. They enjoyed the little fight. Their battle for dominance. And the fact that neither had won so for only made it more exciting. “Let my taste my own pussy juice.” The girl suddenly exclaimed as she stuck out her tongue and started licking the succubus’ mouth and lips. Another surprise to Svatlyana. No human would ever have wanted to get so close to her mouth. Almost simultaneously both of them had moved their hands to the other’s crotch, and the both started to penetrate the other with their fingers. Both moaned in delight, the girl in a higher voice than the demon. Their bodies, slightly sweaty from the exercise, were rubbing against each other. Soft breasts against soft breasts, they rubbed their bodies up and down to fully enjoy the feeling of the soft skin of the other. Both of them used their free hands to feel the other. Stroking legs, pinching ass, moving wherever she felt like. After Svatlyana’s mouth was completely licked clean, the girl forcefully put her tongue in the succubus’ mouth. Did she really think she could find more pussy juice inside? Or was it another attempt at asserting dominance? Svatlyana started a counter attack with her own tongue, but was surprised at the power the girl had with her tongue. Moving all over one another, both tongues worked their way around in Svatlyana’s mouth, with the succubus trying to push the fight into the girl’s mouth, while the girl tried to keep it where it was. Back and forth their tongues went, and the girl used her free hand to grab Svatlyana’s head again, forcing their heads together, making sure the succubus could not withdraw. Not that Svatlyana intended to. She was unfamiliar with this tongue work, but it felt strangely arousing. She liked it. Perhaps she would use it more. It was one more way she could establish dominance, if she was rejuvenated enough to be the physically stronger one so she could be sure that her tongue penetrated the other girl’s mouth and not vice versa. And it was one more thing she could do while her partner’s pussy was already filled with her fingers.
With another tug, initiated by Svatlyana, they started rolling across the floor again. The entire ordeal had reinvigorated Svatlyana again, and she was sure enough that she could get out on top. They rolled over several time, until eventually they stopped with Svatlyana on top. “Now pull out your fingers.” Svatlyana demanded. “You are my rejuvenation. Let me.” The other girl put up the same smile again, and she softly pulled out the finger. Finally the girl had started to comply. But then she shoved it back in again, and Svatlyana shrieked of both pleasure and shock. Angry she slapped the girl again, and she used her other hand to forcefully pull out the girl’s finger. Clearly she would not cooperate. After a slight struggle Svatlyana managed to get hold of both of the girl’s wrists, and slammed them against the ground. Only a few finger widths between Svatlyana’s face and the other girl’s, Svatlyana could she the girl still enjoyed every bit of it. Svatlyana used her own upper legs to spread the girl’s legs. The girl never resisted, luckily. Now Svatlyana now held complete dominance. Grinning, she moved her upper leg forward until it touched the girl’s wet pink, which had returned to being just as wet as before Svatlyana had licked it clean. She regretted the fact she could not drink these juices, but the other girl left her no choice. The girl had moaned when she felt the knee against her pink flesh, and when Svatlyana started moving her leg up and down, forcefully rubbing it against the girl’s lips and clit, the moaning increased, and ecstatic the girl shouted for more. Svatlyana felt the urge to reposition and rub her own pussy against the other girl’s, creating mutual pleasure, but she needed to save herself for later. Steadily Svatlyana continued. Her strong leg muscles could keep on moving for hours, and the wetness of the girl made sure her knee was wet enough to keep pleasuring her. Louder and louder the girl started to get, and heavier the twitching of her body. Svatlyana continued until she was sure the girl would be in a state that she could no longer control her body. First she let go of a single wrist, and when the girl’s hand did not move, except for going along with the twitching of the rest of her body, she released the other as well. Good, the girl would be powerless now. With her hands free, Svatlyana replaced her knee with her right hand. The entire crotch area of the girl had gotten soaked, and Svatlyana enjoyed the feeling of juices dripping along her fingers. She moved her body downward. She would finish this with her tongue, as her desire to drink all that sweet pussy juice was just too strong to ignore. The girl did not resist any longer. She only shouted for her to continue. And continue Svatlyana would. She had instinctively grabbed hold of both of the girl’s legs, to prevent any more twitching, and she was using her tongue to focus on all of the girl’s most sensitive spots. The loudness of the girl’s shouts made it easy to find those spots, and when she was fully aware of what the girl enjoyed most, so continued at full pace. The shouts and moans increased, until the girl could shout no louder. “Oh, yes, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” the girl shouted. “Go on, more!” And Svatlyana eagerly complied, continuing and keeping track of when the girl would climax. And when the girl did, Svatlyana only continued harder and faster. Enjoying every scream and moan of the climaxing girl, and hungrily drinking all the juices that had started flowing even faster, Svatlyana had not intention of stopping. Between breaths and moans, the girl tried to shout for the succubus to stop, all the while twitching uncontrollably. The words were muffled, but Svatlyana understood. It only made her go even harder and faster though. The shouts turned into begs, which only made Svatlyana more eager to continue. Even after the girl had stopped producing her sweet juices, and Svatlyana’s own saliva was the only thing keeping the girl’s pussy wet, the succubus continued. Perhaps she could deliver no more pleasure, and so she would no longer rejuvenate from it, but finally Svatlyana had found a way to punish the horrible girl. And she enjoyed it immensely. Svatlyana wanted to touch herself, but she really needed both hands to keep the girl under control. Her movements had only gotten wilder and wilder. The girl was trashing and twitching like her life depended on it. It probably felt that way too for her. Still, for Svatlyana that was only more reason to go on. She would not stop until the girl would lose her consciousness. Which took a while. But Svatlyana had expected as much. The girl clearly had proven herself to be experienced. Not that Svatlyana minded. It would only make her victory taste sweeter.

Yun had successfully gotten through her first session. Her actual teacher, Miu, was a lot less physical. Yun learned a lot about the cloisters daily affairs, but the more religious parts were left for later. She would be taught by the High Priestess, Alaya.
The priestesses had a completely different job than the huntresses. Their job was to educate on Astarte, and keep the Demon Goddess satisfied. They led the communal prayers, the daily rituals, and the festivities. Anyone with a strong connection to Astarte was more than welcome to join the priestesshood, but the function could not be combined with that of a demonhuntress. Miu, a demonhuntress herself, had warned Yun the priestesses might try to persuade her to join the priestesshood. Which would be a shame, according to Miu, because Yun was attractive and both physically and mentally fit enough to become a good huntress. Of course Yun had already set her mind on becoming a huntress, but the warning might be useful to make sure the priestesses wouldn’t lure her into anything unwilling.
Yun’s appointment with the High Priestess was to be when the tower bells rang twice. And she was to go to the chapel section all by herself. That would be her very first walk by herself. The thought alone was confronting, but showing fear or uncertainty was frowned upon, and at least she had had the chance to get dressed into something decent. She had found some simple white robes to wear. Thin, but luckily only barely transparent. And another advantage Yun realized when she walked down the stairs from her little room was that the chapel hall was closer than she had expected. Just next to the stairs actually. She had seen the large hall before, but never realized it was the church part of the cloister. And the chapel where she would be expected was part of that large high ceilinged church hall. She had not really paid attention to it before, as her only trip outside of her room had been filled with too much anxiety to pay much attention at all except to her immediate surroundings. Even more than the corridors she had walked through, the church hall was filled with even larger and more elaborate tapestries depicting various sexual acts, with humans and with succubi, and some even depicted Astarte herself, though Yun could not recognize the Demon Goddess. The hall was illuminated both by many chandeliers and wall mounted candles as by sunlight shining through stained glass depicting even more sexual activities. Dozens of people seemed busy as ants inside the church hall. Yun believed she could spot the priestesses. They were probably the ones with the gold lining and symbols on their thick white robes and the large variety of golden necklaces and bracelets. She had not seen their kind before, but in this hall they were clearly the majority. Several girls eyed her when she stepped into the large hall, but no one kept their eyes on her for more than a second. People actually worked hard here. Yun was genuinely surprised. So not everybody here was constantly having sex. Well, a few girls in the halls seemed to be playing with each other, but it looked strangely specific and coordinated. Maybe it was more of a ritual? Or a prayer or offering to Astarte? One girl was actively watching the two, with a quill and paper in hand. Now to find the Head Priestess. One good look across the hall was all that Yun needed. All of the priestesses wore the exact same outfit, except one. That one, decorated with gold so elaborately, had to be the one. Soon after Yun had managed to spot the High Priestess, Alaya, as her name apparently was, spotted her as well. She got up from the bench she was sitting at, and kept her eyes on Yun, waiting for the girl to come to her.
Alaya appeared a beautiful woman, Yun noticed. It hardly surprised her anymore. So many of the girls here were so pretty. Yun understood that physical attractiveness induced lust, but it was still amazing how a single cloister seemed to have collected more pretty girls that Yun believed the entire country would have. Perhaps some sort of blessing of Astarte? That would explain why Alaya was even prettier than most of the other girls here, if she indeed received an even greater blessing from Astarte for being High Priestess. Or perhaps she had become High Priestess for her natural beauty. With long light blond hair that curved beautifully and rested on her shoulders and the top of her well rounded breasts, she looked more like an angel than a priestess of the Demon Goddess of Lust.
When Yun managed to get up close to the High Priestess, her prettiness was even clearer. An aura of beauty seemed to emanate from her. As well as an aura of desire. Yun felt an abnormal urge to jump the woman and rip her clothes off. Luckily the urge was not so strong that she had to give in to it, but the feeling struck Yun as unusual. Alaya gave her a warm, motherly smile, that managed to sweep away the unusual feeling for the largest part. She then introduced herself, confirming that she was indeed the High Priestess Alaya. She motioned toward the altars in the back of the hall. “Shall we retreat a bit? It is a lot more quiet there.” There were no other apparent students, yet Yun and Alaya would not be alone in a room. So no repetition of her first lesson, with that crazy fake teacher. Good. Even though Alaya was beautiful indeed, Yun had no intention to get physical with her. Only one girl was truly on her mind. Although for a second she was reminded of how she begged her true teacher to touch her. To finish the job that Nyscha had started. Well, that was just because of uncontrollable lust. Probably very normal in this cloister. It meant nothing. Nodding, Yun followed the High Priestess, who had found a single bench for both of them to sit on, away from the other people in the hall.
“So, before I start educating you, let me check what you already know.” Alaya started. “What can you tell me about angels and demons?”
Without thinking, Yun started reciting what she knew: “Angels are beings of pure good, and demons are beings of pure evil, and...”
“Okay, okay, stop right there.” Alaya interrupted her. “Everything you know is a lie. Forget what you know, and listen to me. Angels and demons are essentially the same. Loyal servants of a God. The term we use is servitar. Their appearance is usually a resemblance of a mixture of their God and a human. Some Gods are benign, and some are labeled as malevolent. Yet the terms ‘good’ and ‘evil’ are merely made up by mankind. Servants of a benign God have been come to be called angels, and those of the lesser friendly Gods are now called demons. And for some reason, people have come to see Astarte as an evil Goddess, and thus they have started calling her servitars, the succubi, demons.
What do you know of the Wars of the Divines?”
“You mean the demon wars?” The High Priestess nodded. “There were two of them, and in the end the good Gods won and the evil Gods got destroyed.”
Alaya sighed. “The things they teach you poor village girls. Gods cannot be destroyed. Instead, most of the ‘evil’ Gods had been imprisoned. Yet Astarte, also one of the major evil ones, managed to elude them and has gone into hiding. The second war ended 20 years ago, and this cloister had been praying for years hoping for her return. She is now out of hiding, and her servitars, the succubi, are the only ‘demons’ that now walk the lands.”
“Is Astarte really evil?”
Alaya smiled. “A very good question. The fact that people call her an evil Goddess does not mean that she is. Sure, her succubi can leave people, even entire villages, exhausted for days, sometimes resulting in dehydration and death. And they care little for consensus, resulting in widespread rape. But their nature, Astarte’s nature, is not evil. It is simply Lust. Like I said good and evil are man made terms. The Gods cannot be divided that simply. They care not for our definitions, or our laws. It’s a shame really. If rape wasn’t deemed a criminal offense, our cloister would probably be immensely popular.”
“If everyone sees you as evil, why is this cloister still functioning normally?”
Alaya laughed. “You really ask a lot of questions don’t you? Very well. To the outward world we are not a cloister of Astarte. Simply a cloister with large barley fields to produce fine beer.”
“Beer?”
“Yes, people pay good money for good beer. It keeps us undercover and popular as well. And the best thing is, the alcohol in the beer lowers one's inhibitions. Drunk people are more likely to give into primal instincts such as lust. So with every barrel of beer sold, we promote Astarte’s lust to the outside world. It’s a great deal, really.”
Yun looked pensive. She really had not expect to find such an economical agenda in the cloister.
“And have you visited the inner gardens yet?” Alaya continued. Yun shook her head. “Well you should. It is pretty and peaceful. But the most important thing is the various strawberry fields we have.”
Strawberries? Yun’s surprise was readable all over her face. Strawberries only grew in very warm regions, her father had told her. So they had to be imported from far away, which is why they were so expensive. Yun opened her mouth to ask about it, but could not find the words. Alaya answered anyway. “Just a little boon from Astarte. Strawberries are her fruit, but I’m not surprised you didn’t know. She blesses us with perfect strawberry fields. Strawberries are a powerful aphrodisiac you know. It gets your lust and desires flowing quite strongly. And since they are so rare, we can sell them for a great price. All the while promoting Astarte’s lust without anyone realizing. Really, our trade caravan is immensely popular.”
“Wait, I know that caravan!” Yun suddenly exclaimed. “I’ve even eaten one of its strawberries once.” Alaya laughed again. “Who doesn’t know of our caravan? But I’m afraid we’re getting off track. You are here now to learn about Astarte’s ways, our customs and history, and everything related to it.”
The tower bells had rung 4 more times before Yun’s lesson was over, yet it did not bore her for a moment.

Shai had retreated into her own room. Small, but comfortable enough, with a nice large bed. The feeling that her body was changing still lingered. Not that she really noticed anything, but she could not shake that feeling. Spending time alone meant playing with yourself. Necessary training with a pleasant touch. Shai noticed she had gotten wet without even trying. Not that she had difficulties getting wet, but this was surprising nonetheless. She stroked herself with her middle finger. Even wetter than expected! Maybe her body really was starting to change? With some uncertainty, she lifted her finger and moved it towards her mouth. She put the entire finger in her mouth, and licked it clean thoroughly. Well, at least she still tasted the same. Shai felt relieved. The same old juices she was used to. Perhaps she was worrying over nothing. Perhaps she should just enjoy it. The wetter she was, the more she enjoyed playing with herself. She smiled faintly, and let her body relax as she moved her hand back down again, and placed her middle finger back where it had been. She wondered how her trip to the dungeons tomorrow would work out.