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July 20th, 30 AF

I stand here, wearing the guise of a dark-haired, elven man, gazing out into the infinite expanse. Each point of light in the sky was another world, another plane, another universe with its own stars and planets and people. No matter how different they seemed or believed themselves to be, all of them were connected. Where most would look upon the astral plane and see only a more empty form of the night sky, I can see the invisible lines that crisscross, a beautiful spider web of life. No, they are like the blood vessels within each of us. Everyone of those creatures on those countless worlds, orbiting countless stars are all essential to the grand makeup of existence. If I could only show people what I see, if I could prove to them that no one is insignificant, that we all matter, that everything matters...

I sense her approach and am freed from my melancholy. She walks upon one of the same leylines that cover creation, only able to see so much, but enough to find me. A large cat, a jaguar I believe they are called, stalks its way towards me. Its eyes briefly light up as we take notice of one another. The creature stands on its hind legs, slowly shifting form into that of a woman. She is in every way the embodiment of a tribal warrior of legend.

A flawless, green-skinned body of lean muscle, sculpted by years of battle and hunting. Her neck and wrists were adorned with decorations of claws and fangs. Her clean shaven head topped by a headdress fashioned from the skull of a jaguar, the remains of an ancestor's animal companion, passed down through generations, so that they may inherit the noble beast's strength. The rest of her lied exposed, ample breasts bouncing with each step, wide hips swinging as she saunters over to join me. She is wonderful to behold.

When we first met, she was wondering the astral expanse, looking for information on a coming disaster. I was simply staring wistfully into the void, admiring the cosmos. She could sense my age, my power, she asked me if I knew of the danger she sought to deter. I did, and told her as much. It seems she was used to dealing with vague and aloof forces as she was very appreciative of my forthright answer. She gave me the gift of her time, speaking with me of this and that, nothing important or earth shattering, just enjoying each other's company. It had been too long since I had simply sat down and talked with someone like a normal person. As she left, we vowed to meet again, and we have been meeting like this for several months since.

The world around us shifts seamlessly to a elegant table upon a sunny terrace overlooking a magnificent city. It pains me every time I look at it, but it is a beautiful background for our meetings. I sit, pouring a glass of wine for each of us. It is all an illusion, there is no table, no wine, no city, no us. In truth we are both simple masses of energy floating in pure nothing, but it is fun to pretend.

She takes the wine and we give a brief toast. She drinks slowly, the red liquid flowing over her plump lips. I speak in her native tongue, "It is a pleasure to see you again, Merkona. I am always grateful for your company."

"And I enjoy yours, cute man. Tell me, will you finally give me your name?"

Damn my eyes, they linger on her breasts, so large and soft. Io forgive me, I desire this woman, I long to feel her skin against mine, to hear her moan and gasp. Do I dare befoul a budding friendship to satisfy my base whims? "Please forgive me," I utter guiltily. "I cannot help myself, but I dare to look at you with wanton lust in my thoughts."

"I thank you," she replied honestly, running a hand over her chest, "So few ever look at me with desire."

I briefly look past the illusion, to her true self. An aged orc shaman, sitting motionless in a deep meditation within a dimly lit hut. Her matured body is still plump and enticing, her mind filled with decades of wisdom and stories long forgotten by others. I want her.

I am brought back to the astral as her face is inches from mine. "Oh, do you like the real Merkona? Such a wrinkly, old body, attracting such a handsome man. Tell me your name, and I will give myself to you. A fair trade, yes."

No, a simple name in return for the permission to caress such perfection, but curse me I crave her touch, "They once called me Diendel." She makes good on her promise, climbing off the table and sitting in my lap. Our clothes vanish as she kisses me, her tongue immediately delving into my mouth.

I want to give her more, to let her enjoy this as well, "Where? Where would you like to be right now?:

She purrs in my ear, "A grassy hill on a cloudless night." It is done. A light breeze blows, carrying the scent of the plains. A full moon illuminates us.

The chair gone, I lie on my back, she on top of me. Our kiss deepens as my hands explore her. They settle on her rear, my finger sinking into the soft, cushiony flesh. She moans, enjoying my attention to her butt. I knead the flesh, rubbing and squeezing, giving a light, playful smack. Her breasts press into my chest. I groan in satisfaction as she kisses my neck, running her tongue across it. There is a sharp sting at my clavicle as she bites down with a growl, not enough to draw blood, but there will be a mark, her mark.

I flip her around, my erection sitting between her legs. I teasingly rub it against her womanhood as I grab both of her large breasts. Pinching both nipples, I lightly tug them, making her gasp and writhe, feeling the vibrations of her moans as I kiss her neck. She moves her pelvis, desperately grinding herself against my manhood.

She frees herself and sits up, slowly rubbing herself back and forth on me. "I want you to mount me on all fours like an animal. The thought of fucking me like a common beast turns you on, yes?" She gets off me, dropping to her hands and knees, growling, looking back at me with wild, lust filled eyes.

I kneel behind her, bringing my fingers down to her slit and tease her further. She gives an approving hum, shaking her butt. With my other hand I grasp her rear, caressing it, earning more pleasured sounds. She growls again, looking back with savage desire, "Do it! Take me!" I enter her, moving in and out at a slow pace. There is another growl, "You desired this, yes? Then fuck me like you mean it! We are just animals, fuck me like one!"

I speed up, each time I thrust harder. Each impact makes her butt ripple and shake, as she purrs in ecstasy. I grab onto her shoulders, grunting like a savage.

"Yes! Do not be afraid to give in to your lust! What we are doing is wonderful! More! More!"

I lean over her, placing my hands on the ground at her sides, allowing me to thrust harder, faster. "So good," I manage to grunt out.

She lifts an arm to bring over my head to kiss her. Our concentration fails us and our true astral forms begin to emerge. Where once was green skin, is now spotted yellow, genuine claws digging into the ground, true animal growls emanating from her throat. My own form falters, skin turning to blue scales, large wings appearing on my back, my teeth grow sharp as my own claws emerge. Our tails writhe of the own accord as her arms give out, her head on grass as she continues to roar in pleasure.

I stand her up and hold her by her wrists, still pounding her from behind. She widens her stance so I can go deeper, moving back to meet me with each crash of our flesh. With one violent bump she knocks me to the ground, immediately remounting me. Her eyes meet mine, a hungry, fang filled smile on her face as she bounces on top on me. She takes a position that lets her come down as hard as she can. I grab her hips and aid her, each impact driving me into her as deep as I can go.

Our climaxes are close, she rides faster and harder. With simultaneous roars, we both cum. Our forms return to their humanoid guises as she collapses on top of me. I run my hands down her hip to make sure I did not hurt her with my claws. She purrs as we enjoy the afterglow, our warm skin on each other in this illusion of a cool night.

"We can do this again, yes," Merkona asks, breaking the silence.

"Yes, I would enjoy doing this with you again."

"Good. I must go now. My errand boy will be back soon." She gets off of me and our clothes return.

With a bow, I extend my hand and ask, "Would you allow me to escort you home?"

"My my, a good lay and a gentleman," she says as she takes my hand.

We travel back to her body, using the leyline to guide us, talking about this and that. From my vantage point I could see her tribe, it was a wonderful place, a mixing of cultures and peoples all working towards the singular goal of maintaining it. Truly the cosmos in small scale. Beautiful. With another bow I kiss her hand and her spirit floats back into its vessel. I linger but a moment to watch her true self as she stretches and recovers from not moving for so long.

Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I will myself back to my own body, reopening them to find myself back on the ship I was traveling in. The ship is bound for the Elven Empire on the continent of Eboris. I immediately break out into a coughing fit. I have been gone too long, my body has started to fail. I focus, using all of my power to hold myself together, though I still feel weak. Seeing Merkona so frequently for such long periods was too much of a risk. I can not die, not yet... No. I will not deny myself this. I will take more careful measures if I have too, but I will not stop seeing her.

Io forgive me, I have remembered how it feels to be mortal.