{Aria}
The carriage rattled along the cobblestone streets, the steady clop of hooves and the creaking of wooden wheels filling the air.
Inside, Princess Aria sat rigid, her storm-grey eyes fixed on the window, watching the city pass by in a blur of color and motion.
[Lady Belstadt was right,] she thought, her fingers curling around the small, innocuous rune resting in her palm.
It had been cool to the touch when the noblewoman had pressed it into her hand that morning, her voice low and urgent.
"Keep this with you, Your Highness," she had said, her eyes darting around as if afraid of being overheard. "It will warm if that nim girl, lisa, tries to use her pheromones on you."
Aria had been skeptical at first, but she had taken the rune nonetheless, slipping it into her pocket with a nod of thanks.
And sure enough, during her confrontation with lisa after class, the rune had grown hot against her skin, a silent warning of the nim's attempted manipulation.
[The nerve of her,] Aria fud silently, her free hand clenching into a fist at her side. [To think she could sway with unnatural charms, like so common harlot.]
But even as anger surged through her veins, a small part of Aria couldn't help but wonder. What had lisa hoped to gain from her little seduction attempt? Was it rely the thrill of bedding a princess, or was there sothing more sinister at play?
Her thoughts turned to her mother, the late Queen lara, found cold and lifeless in her bed.
Aria'd had the sa question in her mind all this ti: could lisa be involved sohow? The timing of her arrival at the academy, so soon after the queen's passing, seed too convenient to be re coincidence.
And, this did nothing to help lisa's case.
Aria's gaze drifted back to the window, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of the city's nim population, going about their daily lives. So were slaves, their purple skin marred by the marks of their servitude, while others walked free, mingling with the human and kitsune residents of Syux.
[Look at them,] Aria mused, her lip curling in distaste. [Scurrying in the shadows... Probably always plotting and scheming.]
Lady Belstadt's words echoed in her mind, insidious and persuasive.
"The nim are a dangerous breed, Your Highness," she had warned, her voice dripping with disdain. "They cannot be trusted, not with their unnatural abilities and their tendency towards deception."
As much as Aria wanted to believe in the inherent goodness of all beings, she couldn't deny the evidence mounting before her.
lisa's brazen attempt at manipulation, the whispers of nim uprisings in the slums, the way they seed to move through the city like a virus, infecting all they touched.
[Maybe Belstadt is right,] she thought, her heart heavy with the weight of her realization. [Maybe the nim need to be kept in check, for the good of the kingdom.]
And if lisa Blackfla was indeed involved in her mother's death, then Aria would see to it personally that the nim girl faced the full force of Syux's justice.
[Though, maybe not,] she added. [The fact that even in Syux, the heart of human civilization, the Shadow Mages have the reputation that they do... It's not a good indicator.]
And yet, there was one fact Aria simply could not push away.
[But... Mother herself was one of them?]
That alone, if it was true of course, was enough to at least give the Shadow Mages a chance.
[I will uncover the truth,] she vowed silently, her eyes hardening with resolve. [No matter the cost.]
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{Isabella}
Isabella strutted into the room, a wicked grin on her face as she took in the sight of Armia sprawled across the bed, her massive form dwarfing the mattress beneath her. The darian girl lay on her stomach, her broad back and muscular shoulders rising and falling with each breath.
"Well, hello there," Isabella purred, kicking off her shoes and padding over to the bed. "Still here? Have you moved at all?"
Armia groaned, turning her head to fix Isabella with a bleary-eyed stare.
"Fuck off, tiny," she grumbled, her deep voice rumbling through the room. "Not all of us can be pocket-sized sex fiends like you. I can barely walk."
Isabella laughed, the sound bright and lodic in contrast to Armia's gravelly tones.
"Aww, is the big, strong dragon feeling a little worn out?" she cooed, clambering onto the bed and straddling Armia's hips. "Poor baby."
Armia glared.
"You're annoying."
"It's part of my charm, I'd like to think."
"'Charm'. Yeah, right."
Isabella's grin turned predatory, her hands roaming over the vast expanse of Armia's back, her fingers tracing the ridges of her scales.
"Isabella... My dick literally hurts."
"Oh, co on, I think you've got a little more in you," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "And if you don't, well... I'm sure I can find soone else to play with. Maybe lisa's up for a challenge."
Armia stiffened beneath her.
Isabella tilted her head.
[Oh?]
Isabella's heart raced, a thrill of excitent coursing through her at the possessive edge in Armia's voice. She wasn't too sure why, but she liked it.
"Or..." she purred, grinding her hips against Armia's ass, her hardening cock slipping between the darian's massive cheeks. "You could keep here instead?"
Slightly embarrassed, Armia looked away.
"... Yeah," she rumbled. "But, if I have to fuck you again, or you suck off, I might actually cry. So, I'm not sure what to do."
Isabella tilted her head. That was, indeed, a predicant.
She thought about it for a mont. Then, she got an idea.
"Okay... How about...?"
Isabella lifted her skirt, pulling her cock out completely.
She put her freshly unveiled cock between Armia's ass cheeks.
Armia perked up, her draconic ears twitching.
"Uh..."
"What do you think?" Isabella asked sweetly. "I an if yours doesn't work... We could just use mine."
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It was new territory for both of them. Isabella was far more used to being bent down and pounded like a common whore when dealing with other hermaphrodites (which she liked). This was not the usual way to go.
But, neither she nor Armia pulled away.
Slowly, Armia shifted her hips and spread her legs, the motion causing Isabella to nearly lose her balance atop the darian's expansive form.
"I... I guess we could do that."
Isabella's mouth went dry, her eyes widening as she took in the sheer size of Armia's ass. Not just round, but muscular, firm, and defined.
She swallowed.
"Fuck, scales," she breathed, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the bottle of lubricant on the nightstand that she'd brought. "I don't even know if I can... I an, you're so fucking big," she chuckled.
Armia, however, was quiet. Quiet, but suddenly looking determined.
"What?" She asked, looking over her shoulder. She lifted her hips and Isabella gasped softly. "Afraid you can't handle all this?"
Isabella's eyes narrowed, a spark of determination igniting in their erald depths.
"Oh, I can handle it," she growled, pouring a generous amount of lube onto her cock, the slick substance glistening obscenely against her pale skin. "The question is, can you handle ?"
With a deep breath, Isabella positioned herself behind Armia, the head of her cock looking almost laughably small against the vast expanse of the darian's ass.
"Relax for , scales," she murmured, one hand gripping Armia's hip, the other guiding her cock forward, the tip disappearing between Armia's massive cheeks. "Let in."
Armia hissed, her body tensing as Isabella pushed forward, the kitsune's cock straining to breach her impossibly tight entrance.
Slowly, it made its way in.
"Fuck," Armia gasped, her voice strained with a mix of pain and pleasure. "You... You feel a lot bigger than you look."
Isabella grinned, sweat beading on her brow as she continued to press onward, her hips trembling with the effort.
"Well, mine might not be as obscenely big as yours," she panted, her words punctuated by a particularly forceful thrust, causing Armia to cry out beneath her. "But, it looks like it's enough."
Inch by excruciating inch, Isabella sank into Armia's depths, the darian's ass gripping her like a vice, threatening to push her back out with each clench of her powerful muscles. But Isabella was nothing if not determined, and with a final, massive effort, she hilted herself fully inside Armia, her hips flush against Armia's gigantic ass.
"Holy shit," Armia whimpered, her voice high and breathy, so unlike her usual gruff tone. "I feel so fucking full. Like you're splitting in half."
Isabella groaned, her eyes nearly crossing from the pressure, the heat, the sheer overwhelming sensation of being buried in Armia's titanic form.
[Ohhhhh fuck. Oh fuck. This is different. This is...]
Her hands road over Armia's back, her nails dragging along the darian's scales.
Slowly, carefully, Isabella began to move, her hips rocking in shallow thrusts, each motion causing Armia to gasp and moan beneath her, the darian's massive body quivering with sensation.
"Ohhh," Armia moaned, her hands fisting in the sheets, her knuckles turning white. "Uh... Please. Harder."
Isabella grinned, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she tightened her grip on Armia's hips, her tiny hands nearly disappearing in the darian's flesh.
"With pleasure~" she purred, before drawing back and slamming forward, her hips smacking against Armia's ass with a resounding clap.
Armia scread, her back arching like a bow, her voice echoing off the walls. Isabella set a slow pace at first, pounding into her with all the strength her relatively pint-sized body could muster.
The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, the fra straining under the combined weight of their passion.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Armia chanted, her words devolving into incoherent moans as Isabella railed her, the kitsune's cock hitting depths she'd never known existed. "Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop."
Isabella growled, her teeth bared in a feral grin as she pistoned her hips, sweat flying from her brow with each brutal thrust.
"Gods, your ass is so good," she panted, one hand snaking around to grip Armia's cock, the massive shaft throbbing in her grip. "It's so so so so so good!"
Armia keened, her hips bucking wildly as Isabella stroked her, the dual sensations of being filled and touched driving her to the brink of madness.
"I-Isabella," she gasped, her voice ragged and desperate. "I'm close. I'm so fucking close."
" too, too," Isabella groaned, her own orgasm building at the base of her spine, her balls drawing up tight against her body. "Cum with , scales. Cum with !"
With a final, earth-shattering thrust, Isabella buried herself to the hilt in Armia's ass, her cock erupting in a torrent of hot, thick cum, pouring directly into Armia's asshole. Armia borderline scread, her own release overtaking her as she painted the sheets beneath them with rope after rope of her own seed, her ass clenching like a vice around Isabella's pulsing shaft.
For a long, blissful mont, they remained locked together, their bodies shuddering with the aftershocks of their shared climax. Then, with a grunt of effort, Isabella pulled out, her softening cock slipping free of Armia's asshole with a lewd pop.
"Fuck," Armia panted, her massive form going limp against the mattress, her chest heaving with exertion. "That was... intense."
Isabella slumped on the bed.
"Intense... But not bad, right?" Isabella asked.
Armia looked away.
"... No." Armia sighed. "Not really."
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