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Lyse x Fordola

Lyse stretched in the royal garden completely nude, she claimed that these nudist stretches gave her a confidence boost. But, most people just think she is an exhibitionist. "They aren't totally wrong" Lyse thought as a cool wind blew through her open legs, Fordola who had been assigned to Lyse after Arnvald's injury looked over in disgust at the "leader" of her nation. "you know the people can see your entire pussy, right?" Fordola intoned a pained look on her face as she averted her eyes. "Well good!" Lyse chirped as she stood back up. "The people have got to know that I'm comfortable in my own skin! See?" As Lyse turned around and gave her ass a smack. "Totally defenseless!" "Ugh Did you do this when you were still a Scion or is this a new thing?" Fordola asked sounding more annoyed than she meant. "Oh! Uh�� I mean… Kinda?" Lyse looked like she had been caught in a horrible act like taking candy from a baby or worse public indecency! "Uh I used to stretch with Papalymo! He would guide my body and give me a, uh… Really "deep" stretch… Ya know!" Fordola looked horrified but said nothing… However Lyse noticed something growing from Fordola's crotch. "Is that a dick!" Lyse screamed, she sounded quite excited Fordola thought. "Uh, well… Yes, it was one of the many "gifts" Zenos bestowed upon me…" Fordola blushed a deep scarlet. "Arnvald was helping me manage my urges with his body… before the accident…" Lyse's eyes lit up.

"Well ya know Fordola… Since you and I will be spending a ton of time together why don't you help me with a really deep interior stretch!" As Lyse bent over touching her toes showing Fordola her entire ass she added "It could be fun to blow off some steam ya know~" Fordola blushed a deep scarlet but she could not deny her urges. Arnvald and his use of the echo during sex had caused both of them extreme pleasure but she felt bad going back on her partner... But, Lyse was right there. And Fordola had never really paid her back for freeing her.

"Alright! But only if you do what I say when we do it okay?" Fordola looked even more red then before but Lyse just gave a warm smile as she continued offering her pussy. "Okay!" Lyse called "Come and get me big girl! I know I can take ya!" Lyse gave such a goofy grin as her head was in between her legs and her pussy out in the air. Fordola sighed as she began to undress and Lyse's eyes grew as big as the moon itself when she saw the monster of a cock Fordola was packing. Clocking in at least 9 inches it was not even fully erect but the tip was already leaking pre and Lyse began to feel her own sex begin to lubricate. "Oh, oh by Thal I did not even expect that! You better give me a good stretch or else!" Lyse said a hint of mocking in her voice but Fordola noticed the small iota of fear present in her voice... "Well, here I come!" Fordola said as she cracked her knuckles and approached the defenseless Lyse. As Fordola came closer the cock musk radiating off of her hit Lyse like Aether sickness almost causing her to lose her balance but before she could fall Fordola grabbed her hips and slapped her cock on her ass. "So tell me, my leader. Will you be a good cock sleeve or will I have to break you?" Fordola said a she began poising her cock over Lyse's holes. "I here for you Fordola! Use me how you need! I learned from Hien that a leader needs to be for the people!" Lyse gave a bright smile as soon as it appeared it faded as Fordola began to slowly insert her now fully erect 10 inch schlong into the former Scion. "Oooh- Well! That really HITSSSS the spo- OUUGHH, by the 12, fuck..." "Well Lyse you are not want for tightness... What was Papalymo not hung like a horse or was all your banter just enough to get me hard?" Fordola knew that not many people could even compare to her length, the only ones she knew of were Merlwyb, Raubahn and Zenos. Those three were comparable if not larger than her own shaft. But Lyse did not have to know that her staunchest ally was packing a 13 inch dick, but maybe she already knew. Fordola figure Lyse was enough of a whore that she had at least broached the subject with Raubahn. And if not it might be a good experience for both of them to bond with the older warrior, but that was later and Lyse needed to be stretched before that was even a possibility. "So Lyse? What does it feel like being fucked by a Garlean domination rod?" "Good! SO FUCKING GOOD!" Lyse's voice boomed out of her. Fordola noticed that Lyse began to thrust back into Fordola's own thrusts. Lyse was beginning to find her rhythm. All that was occuping Lyse's mind was how many more inches of Fordola's dick she could fit in her pussy before it kissed her cervix. And Lyse had begun to unconsciously relax her vagina allowing for Fordola's cock head to kiss Lyse's cervix. And with that deeply sexual act Fordola popped like a champagne bottle. Cum began to poor out of the former Garlean like a hose and there was little either of them could do. Neither party were ready for this and so as Fordola stood motionless a look of satisfaction chiseled on her face Lyse could not help but babble as she felt a flood sperm enter her most intimate space. After a few minutes Fordola fell onto her ass as Lyse fell forward onto her face keeping her ass up as cum began to seep out of her gaping vagina. "Fordola? Am-am I gonna get pregnant?" "What!? Uh no! I'm infertile. The tests that gave the cock also sterilized my balls meaning I could not even give you a child if you wanted one!" "Oh! Well thats good~" as the words fell out of Lyse's mouth her body rolled forward with her now taught belly slowly leaking cum into the flower bed as Lyse looked up into the sky of the country she worked so hard to liberate. "Thank you, Fordola." Lyse whispered as both women tried to collect themselves after this Fordola realized her mornings were about to become more interesting.

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Yshtola Milf Transformation: pt. 1

Y’shtola woke up after what felt like ages. Her body felt off, her mind felt hazy and almost swamp like. “Bye the Twelve I have you back!” that voice cut through Y’shtola’s haze. Her half sister, Y’shtola felt tears well in her eyes as her sister's voice began to soothe the recently reformed Scion. “By the Twelve! You’re crying!” The tears began to flow freely as Y'shtola, like a baby after birth, feels the world again… but Y’shtola realizes something through tears that she can’t see her sister's face. Only the vague shape, while moving her hand up to her face she looks and only sees the vague shape of her hand. As she began to panic her breath began to hitch in her bosom. Her breasts felt heavier then she could remember her body was covered in sweat, while her blanket was drenched in her own fluids. As Y’shtola slowly began to realize that her vision was gone her loins began to feel a heat between them. Her sight was gone but her new found sexual nature was not…

“Y'mhitra… Where are we? Are- are we alone?” As Y’shtola spoke her voice was hoarse, but also somehow deeper, almost motherly, in a sense. Speaking of senses Y’shtola found her hearing and sense of smell sharper, more acute. But what Y’shtola did not realize was that her half sister also was aware of something, that being Y’shtola’s new body. When Y’mhitra had last seen her sister it was a year and a half ago when she disappeared and was presumed dead. However the miqo'te that was summoned from thin air had bit more to her than she remembered. Her face was still the same if not a little more worn but her body had grown larger in some areas, Y'shtola’s breasts had grown from her modest original size to a sizable g cup. Her hips and ass had also grown a decent amount giving Y’shtola more of a wasp waist if not for the weight she had gained on her tummy making her silhouette almost matronly. That however was twelve hours ago, Y’mhitra had been up for almost twenty four before the ritual was ready to begin and so running off of mostly Ceruleum fumes at this point. However she could not help but stare at her half sisters massive fucking titties. They were slick with sweat and every movement no matter how small made them jiggle and bounce. To Y'mhitra they looked almost, succulent, refreshing if she was daring enough to- wait, were those her own thoughts?  As Y’shtola began to calm down Y’mihtra’s eyes began to wander, was she losing herself? As she realized in her eyes had drifted to her older sister's sex, now completely soaking the bed sheets. What neither sister had realised was that Y’shtola’s new body started to emit a heat inducing pheromone.

With this pheromone it would turn any latent sexual desire if given enough time a raw rabid sexual thirst. And Y’mhitra just spent the last twelve hours with her sister. So, Y'mhitra' eyes flared with arousal, her own pussy began to grow wetter and wetter, realizing that this Y’shtola, her Y’shtola was all hers. Everyone else was asleep, it was the dead of night and that fact excited her even more. All this and more rushed through the miqo'tes’ mind, all the while Y’shtola grew more and more aware of her new found “sight” she noticed her sisters aether was growing hotter and hotter, her little sisters aether now a blaze of heat almost a wall of what she could only describe as pure sexual intent. The aether felt heavy and wet almost like a dog’s breath it reeked of unabashed desire. Before Y’shtola could comment Y’mihtra spoke. “Dear sister, you look so tired and so, so horny~ are you feeling strong enough to sit up? I need to change your sheets or else you’ll get a cold...”

Y’shtola felt a chill run up her spine. Was this Y’mhitra? Or something else? Even in her unaware state her corrupted memories never had altered her thoughts of her sister, even the Stupifyer never thought to altar Y’shtola’s memories of family, even when conquering a mind the family is a sacred thing. However the traces of the Voidsent were still very present in Y’shtola’s body; her nipples grew rock hard and a new wave of lubricant deluged out of Y’shtola’s cunt. Her sex was WET her mind was torn asunder by the fantasy of fucking her sister and the fact that she wanted to scissor her. Y'mhitra however only saw the physical response and before anything else happened she dove on top of her sister. Her tongue tore right through the poor defenses of her sisters lips and immediatelyshe began to tongue-fuck Y’shtola. This only made things worse for the Scion as she was overwhelmed by another orgasm this time wracking her body with a shiver. Y’mhitra picked up on the orgasm and drew her knee up to her needy sister's pussy, grinding it right into the archon’s sex. This drove Y’shtola up the wall. Her needy cunt being teased in such a way made her want to fight back but her sister was so deep in her mouth she couldn’t even say a word, much less take a real breath. Y’mhitra for her part kept up the pressure and got her sister to squirt again. For the first time since Y’mhitra got on her sister she broke the lip lock and whispered in her sisters ear “I’ve been waiting since you hit puberty to do this you fucking skank~” Another orgasm hit spraying Y’mhitra’s pants absolutely soaking them.

“Tsk-Tsk dear sister you can’t just make a mess like that~ clean it up or I'll put you in a chastity belt and melt the key.” This put the fear of the Twelve into Y’shtola as her sister grabbed her by the hair and drover face onto her soaked pant leg. Fearing chastity, Y'shtola began to lick her sister, guiding her head with a firm grasp. Slowly but surely Y’mhitra got her sister's nose to her crotch, itself an absolute mess awash with her own fluids. The smell was wretched, Y’shtola’s enhanced senses backfiring on her, as her nose was assaulted with a musky sex fueled smell. Y’mhitra for her part drove her sister's head deeper into her crotch, swirling the orgasm-addled older sister deeper into her own needy sex. For Y’shtola she took a deep breath at the wrong time and her sister's smell was etched into her nostrils for life. Y’shtola began to beg.

“Please sister! Stop! I want to take a moment to recuperate!” Y’mhitra grinned at this pathetic display. Her sister the mighty Scion of the Seventh Dawn reduced to a sniveling bitch in heat. Pleading with her younger sister for mercy. Y’mhitra had never thought much of her passing thoughts always coming and going but a day dream she always had, was getting her pussy eaten out by her older sister. This recurring dream even resulted in Y'mhitra’s first wet dream. The thought that her craziest fantasy was finally coming true gave Y’mhitra a fantastic idea to make it even better. Putting on her most pleading best voice she said.

“Sister! My body and mind are not mine own! They have been rested away from me. An Ascian of great power has appropriated mine own body for these foul deeds!” The trap was set. If Y’shtola stopped and attempted to fight back Y’mhitra could have her knocked out and have her way with an unconscious Y’shtola. However if Y’shtola got more turned on Y’mhitra could do almost anything with the gullible archon. After a few moments Y’shtola spoke, her voice quivering.

“Is that so?” She bit her lip, and then shouted “THEN PLEASE, MAKE ME CUM MY BRAINS OUT YOU ASCIAN SCUM! I WILL NEVER RELENT I WILL NEVER STOP CUMMING! NOT UNTIL THE HEAVENS FALL AND ALL IS DUST!” With that defiant claim Y’mhitra shoved her shoe right into her sister's exposed cunt making Y’shtola yelp with another organism. Y'mhitra continued to have her way with her now slutty sister until morning. where they both had passed out on top of each other naked and covered in each other's fluids. The lucky individual to find the two unconscious sisters was Alphinaud Leviurer. The young new not that a mentor to him and colleague to his grandfather would be passed out naked with her half sister on top of her but, this year was nothing if not eventful and full of surprises. Alphinaud quickly procured garments for the two women as when they awoke he would get them dressed and promise he saw nothing out of the ordinary. This of course was a lie and that scene of Y’shtola and Y’mhitra would haunt and arouse the newly eighteen Alphinaud.

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Yshtola Milf Transformation: Prolouge

Y’shtola had been in the aetherial sea for an untold amount of time. Her aether had melded and separated with hundreds if not thousands of souls. As she attempted to cling to her consciousness she felt an odd presence touch her own aether. Her soul felt sculpted and molded by this brush with another soul. Y’shtola had been here for a long enough time that her mental image of herself was strong enough that her aether could not be modified by any aetheric entity. However what Y’shtola did not consider was that this was no simple aetheric being, this was a devious voidsent from the 13th also known as the Void. It was simply known as a Stupifier. 

The voidsents nature is such that it turns unsuspecting people of the Source into empty vessels for it to influence and control. The more and more the voidsent brings under its yoke the more powerful it gets until it transforms into its final form an Incubus Madonna. While only one Incubus Madonna was ever recorded on the Source it was a terrifyingly powerful beast that took the might of the Garlean empire's finest warrior, the Black Wolf Gaius van Baelsar to defeat. However that victory was well hidden by the Garlean empire and was kept under wraps by the empire, keeping even the most studious Archons in the dark, Y’shtola included. But overconfident as she was, Y'shtola thought nothing of it, as her aetheric mental image was slowly twisted by the Stupifier. Y’shtolas mind drifted as she remembered one cold night in Sharlean where she had looked for a quiet place to read a text book when she saw a young woman use a spell to grow a massive cock and masturbate in the bushes of the Studium, of course this had never happened to Y’shtola but already the Stupifier was altering the memories of the powerful Archon. As the fake memory continued to play, Y'shtola felt herself grow wet in and out of the fantasy the Stupifier was creating. The “heat” Y’shtola began to feel grew and slowly edited the Scion's mental image of herself.

At first the voidsent made minor alterations, increasing the conjurors bust size by a cup or giving her ass a sizable addition, but then the Stupifier began to make major alterations to the Scion of the Seventh dawn. The voidsent began to fill Y’shtola’s mind with dirtier and dirtier thoughts creating sexuality defining moments from thin air. Next it gave Y’shtola lactating breasts as well as boosting her breast size to be a little bigger than the Scions head. Finally Y’shtola’s intelligence plummeted. 

However the Stupifier made it in such a way that on the surface nothing would seem amiss to Y’shtola, in her mind's eye her body had always been this sultry. Her breasts had begun to leak milk when she reached puberty and so forth. But the Stupifiers greatest power is that of subverting the defenses of the mind. While depleting the smarts of Y’shtola it replaced them with empty information, things like cooking, shopping, ways to masturbate in public without getting caught, and the cherry on top to continue the metal charade, in Y'shtola’s mind her Archon defence the last hurdle a student of Sharlean must overcome to earn the prestigious title of Archon. Was not about aether and its properties but instead how to be a pretty, dumb, braindead whore.

As these false memories began to propagate in the Scions mind Y’shtola began to “remember” these seminal moments as a student of the prestigious Studium. Instead of late nights as a teenager learning from Master Matoya, Y'shtola now remembered reading the pornographic picture books the much more sultry and whorish Master Milfoya had given her. Gone were the enlightening lectures she listened to for hours on end instead replaced with mind bending sex with every single student and faculty member in the Studium.

And finally one of her most treasured memories, her academic defense needed to acquire the title of Archon, was replaced with a sexual farce. Her modest clothes replaced with whorish silks and condoms filled with different students' spunk adorned her slutty outfit. Her closing argument was not an impassioned statement about aether but instead a screaming orgasmic moan that brought the judges panel to their feet, not to clap for her but to instead use her for their own relief. Thus ended the once great and powerful Y’shtola Rhul as she was replaced by a whorish impostor, Y’shtola Drool.