{Armia}
Armia's stomach did a sorsault as she stepped into the grand manor. The chatter died down, all eyes swiveling to take in the new arrivals.
[Fuck,] she thought, fighting the urge to bolt. [Why is everyone staring?]
She glanced at Isabella, hoping for... well, she wasn't sure what. Moral support? A distraction?
Fat chance of that.
The kitsune was basking in the attention. Her erald eyes sparkled as she surveyed the crowd, no doubt ntally cataloging potential conquests.
[Of course,] Armia thought bitterly. [I'd be shocked if she's not getting hard from all the stares.]
Isabella caught her looking and smirked.
"See sothing you like, scales?"
Armia scowled.
"In your dreams, fox."
"Oh yeah?" Isabella purred, eyes narrowed with a challenge. "In my dreams, you'd be doing a lot more than looking."
Before Armia could formulate a response, she spotted Neal across the room.
The general was engaged in conversation with a group of nobles, but his eyes kept darting their way.
[Great,] Armia thought. [Might as well get this over with.]
"I should go thank Neal for the invitation," she muttered to Isabella.
The kitsune's grin widened.
"Want to co with? Who knows? A second in my presence and maybe he'll forget that proposal altogether."
[Yeah, right. Maybe while you swallowed his...]
Armia's imagination helpfully supplied an image of Isabella on her knees, Neal's cock down her throat.
She shook her head violently, trying to banish the ntal picture.
"I think I can handle a simple conversation, thanks," Armia gritted out.
Isabella shrugged.
"Suit yourself."
With a wink and a swish of her tails, Isabella sauntered off, leaving a trail of slack-jawed nobles in her wake.
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[Insufferable little...] Armia thought, not for the first ti. But she couldn't deny the pang of envy as she watched Isabella effortlessly command the room's attention.
Taking a deep breath, Armia steeled herself and made her way to Neal. The general's face lit up as she approached, excusing himself from his current conversation.
"Lady Armia," he said, bowing slightly. "I'm so glad you could make it."
Armia dipped into a curtsy. Not that she'd been practicing hundreds of tis a day for this very mont or anything.
"Thank you for the invitation, General. It's a lovely party."
Neal's eyes raked over her form, lingering on the swell of her breasts barely contained by her dress.
... To be honest, Armia couldn't say she disliked that. Having anyone look at that and not her bulging arms was just flattering, no matter who it was.
"The pleasure is all mine, I assure you. I do hope this evening gives you a taste of what life as a noblewoman could be like."
[... That was subtle as a brick to the face,] Armia thought. Out loud, she said:
"I think it'll certainly be... eye-opening."
Neal stepped closer, lowering his voice.
"Have you given any more thought to my offer? I assure you, the benefits of such an arrangent would be... mutually satisfying."
Armia fought the urge to step back. Instead, she forced a polite smile.
"I'm still considering it, General. It's a big decision, after all."
"Of course, of course," Neal nodded. "Take all the ti you need. Though I must say, seeing you tonight... well, it only reinforces my belief that you'd make an excellent addition to noble society."
[Yeah, I bet it does.]
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{lisa}
lisa's tail swished nervously as she approached the next house on her list. Raven walked silently beside her, grey eyes scanning their surroundings. The streets were eerily quiet at this point.
[Another day, another round of "please don't die on ",] lisa thought, forcing a smile as she knocked on the door.
A haggard-looking nim man answered, his eyes widening as he recognized her.
"... Miss Blackfla?"
[Again, another one that knows of .]
"Good evening, sir. I heard you've got soone sick. I'm here to help."
His gaze flickered to Raven, suspicion evident. lisa quickly added:
"This is my friend, Raven. She's just here to assist ."
He seed skeptical but stepped aside.
"Please, co in. It's my daughter..."
lisa followed him inside, Raven close behind. In a small bedroom, a young girl lay curled up on a thin mattress, her purple skin ashen and dull. There was no physical sign of illness, but lisa could actually sense the energy of the curse surrounding the child.
"How long has she been like this?" lisa asked, kneeling beside the bed. Raven positioned herself near the door, keeping watch.
The father's voice cracked.
"Three days. We... we didn't know who to turn to."
[Almost the sa as all the others; just a bit earlier.]
lisa nodded, her hands already tracing the complex spellsign for her Blood Magic healing.
"I'm here now. I'll do everything I can," she said, and then, the incantation slipped out from her lips.
As the magic flowed from her fingertips, seeping into the girl's fragile form, the father spoke again.
"Miss Blackfla... I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but... ever since you appeared, things have gotten worse for us."
"What?" lisa's concentration wavered. "What do you an?"
The man sighed, running a hand through his lank hair.
"I... I don't know. The humans I work for? They're lashing out a lot more than they used to. I'm just saying."
She wasn't too sure she understood that. How could that be connected to her? How...?
[Fuck,] lisa thought, her stomach churning. [Do people feel threatened or sothing? Am I attracting too much attention?]
She had no idea.
She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand. The girl's breathing eased, color returning to her cheeks as the curse unraveled beneath lisa's touch.
"There," lisa said softly. "She should be okay now. Just let her rest."
The father's eyes widened. Clearly, he hadn't expected lisa to actually help.
[Of course. I'm sure there's a part of him that probably thought all that stuff about and the king was fabricated. Just so wild rumor.]
"Thank you," he finally said though, quietly.
"... You're welco."
As they left the house, Raven placed a hand on lisa's shoulder.
"You okay? You seem... distracted."
lisa sighed, her tail drooping.
"Just... thinking about what he said. Am I really making things worse, Raven?"
Raven's eyes softened slightly.
"All I see is you helping people. I think that's all that matters."
They walked in silence for a mont before reaching a crossroads.
"I should head back to the academy," Raven said, her usual stoic mask slipping back into place. "You heading ho?"
lisa nodded, suddenly exhausted.
"Yeah. I need to rest lots if I'm gonna do this all again tomorrow."
"Alright. Take care of yourself," Raven said, a hint of concern in her voice.
With a final nod, Raven lted into the shadows, leaving lisa alone with her thoughts.
[Another day down,] lisa mused as she trudged ho. [How many more until this nightmare is over?]
As she left the house, lisa's mind whirled. She'd been so focused on healing, on fighting the imdiate threat, that she hadn't considered the broader implications of her actions.
[Am I really helping?] she wondered, her steps heavy as she made her way ho. [Or am I sohow just making everything worse in the long run?]
Lost in thought, she almost walked right past her own house. As she walked into the manor, she saw, through the glass doors at the back, that listair and Hazel were in the yard, tossing a ball back and forth.
Margaret sat on the couch, a warm smile on her face.
"Welco ho, dear. Rough day?"
lisa nodded, suddenly exhausted.
"You could say that."
As she stepped inside, sothing... shifted. lisa blinked, her vision swimming for a mont. When it cleared, she found herself staring at Margaret.
Really staring.
[Fuck,] lisa thought, heat pooling in her belly. [It's happening again.]
It wasn't a new thought, exactly. They'd done this dance before. But today, after all the Blood Magic she'd been slinging around, the urge was almost overwhelming.
"lisa?" Margaret's voice cut through her haze. "You okay? You look a little... intense."
lisa swallowed hard.
"Yeah, I'm... I'm good. Just, uh..."
She trailed off, her eyes locked on the swell of Margaret's breasts beneath her shirt.
Margaret's lips curled into a little smile.
"Ah. I see."
"H-Huh?"
Without another word, Margaret took lisa's hand and led her upstairs. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, Margaret pressed lisa against it.
lisa's mind was blank. Margaret appeared to be so as well, as she moved in slowly and gently.
[Oh fuck yes,] lisa thought, her tail curling around Margaret's thigh as their lips t.
"Need so stress relief, baby?" Margaret purred, her lips an inch away from lisa's.
lisa nodded, already fumbling with the buttons of Margaret's shirt.
"Please."
"I've got you, l. I've got you."
Clothes hit the floor in record ti. lisa's hands road Margaret's body, cupping her full breasts, thumbs brushing over hardened nipples.
"Fuck, mom," lisa groaned. "You're so fucking hot."
Margaret chuckled lightly, the sound sending shivers down lisa's spine.
"Such a sweet talker."
lisa pushed her onto the bed.
She crawled between her legs with predatory grace. lisa spread Margaret's thighs and saw her pussy already dripping with anticipation.
"Soone's eager," Margaret teased, reaching back to put a pillow behind her head.
lisa did not respond.
Margaret was about to say sothing but her words cut off in a gasp as lisa's tongue swiped along her slit. Margaret's hands curled into fists in the sheets, her back arching off the bed.
"Oh!"
lisa dove in with enthusiasm, licking and sucking like Margaret's pussy was a gourt al. Her talented tongue circled Margaret's clit before dipping inside, tongue-fucking her with quick, deep strokes.
"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods," Margaret chanted, grinding against lisa's face.
She was close already. lisa could tell.
It was curious, lisa thought for a mont. It didn't seem to actually matter much whether she orgasd or she made soone else orgasm. As long as soone was cumming, lisa's mind was already gaining so clarity, the stress of the day slowly slipping off her body.
Two fingers slid inside Margaret's dripping cunt, curling to hit that spot that lisa felt would make her see stars. Combined with the relentless assault on her clit, it was too much.
Soon, Margaret ca with a strangled cry, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. lisa didn't let up, lapping up every drop of Margaret's release as aftershocks rippled through her.
"Holy..." Margaret panted, finally pushing lisa away gently when it beca too much. "That was..."
lisa licked her lips. She moved up the bed, straddling Margaret.
With a kiss, she said:
"But, I need more."
Margaret blinked and then nodded.
"Okay," she smiled. "Co on, then."
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