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The Seduction of Seleste

From the world of the mating season

The Dick Trick

Chapter 63

"What?!" Keme and LiAnh shouted at once.

Kilyan glanced over his shoulder and waved for silence. He turned back to the sorceress and held out his paws in supplication. "Sorceress, might I interest you in anything else? She is the chieftess of my tribe. She must return with us. She must."

The sorceress folded her slender arms. She turned her head slightly, and her mane billowed about her as if she were underwater. She smiled. "You misunderstand me, summer wolf. I do not wish to keep her. I wish to . . . borrow her. I know exactly who she is. As I know who you are." Are, are, are.

"You . . . know?" Kilyan said slowly.

The tall female's eyes slid to their corners and she regarded Kilyan in amusement. "You think so loud, summer wolf, it's hard not to know you. You travel to Miras Eii with your sons, your grandsons, your best friend, and your wife. The chieftess accompanies you of her own volition, and you are sworn to protect her. On pain of death." Death, death, death.

"Yes," Kilyan said. "Are you . . . reading my mind --?"

"No, your heart," the sorceress cut across him at once. "And only that which floats to the surface. In truth, I couldn't tell you anymore about yourself if I tried. I can only know what you tell me with your . . . very loud anxieties." Anxieties, anxieties, anxieties.

"So . . . you only want to borrow her highness?" Kilyan asked.

The sorceress laughed, her sweet voice ringing in the silence. Glancing behind her, Seleste could see armed warriors drawing near, though languidly, and with their weapons on their shoulders. They were all males and gathered to a stop behind the sorceress, as if awaiting her command.

"We have an agreement then?" the sorceress said and raised her eyebrows.

"It . . ." Kilyan hesitated. "It isn't up to me. It's up to Seleste."

The sorceress smirked. "Ah, and you respect your female companions and their desires. Another rare quality in a male." Male, male, male. Her eyes went to Seleste again and something in them softened. She gestured her paw, the long fingers curling as she said, "Rise, chieftess of the summer."

Suddenly very nervous, Seleste rose to her feet. She saw Keme pass her a frightened glance and swallowed hard. Adjusting herself, she looked at the sorceress and didn't know what to think. What exactly was going to happen if she went with her?

"What if I don't accept?" Seleste demanded, and she saw many of her companions tense. She lifted her chin. She hadn't meant to sound so challenging, but it was too late now. No use backing down.

The sorceress smiled in amusement. "If you do not come with me, you and your companions are free to leave. But you may not seek shelter here."

Seleste's ears pricked forward. She hadn't expected that. They could just leave? Without a fuss? She glanced around. The village was beautiful - almost as beautiful as the sun village. The huts and clay walls were splashed with vivid color, murals of fish swimming amongst coral and reef, pups running, females fishing. The streets were paved with octagonal clay bricks and small fountains trickled from the center of each intersection. Trees with white flowers loomed over the streets, and their petals fell in a steady cascade, like snow. It was a beautiful place inhabited by a beautiful tribe. If they stayed here, they would be safe from danger, would be able to eat and rest, and then they could travel on.

Seleste heaved a breath and looked at the sorceress. "Yes," she said firmly. She was surprised when the sorceress suddenly rose up, and gliding low across the ground, she floated so close that they were nose to nose. The delicious smell of her consumed Seleste as she whispered, "Yes, what?" What, what, what.

Seleste's eyes grew round as that pretty face smiled at her, waiting for an answer.

"Yes," Seleste said breathlessly, "I will give myself as tribute."

As soon as the words left her mouth, the sorceress pulled Seleste in her embrace. She closed her eyes as the warmth of the female's soft breasts pressed against her. She could hear the others shouting, the confusion that ensued, but didn't care. All she could see . . . were the beautiful slanted eyes of the sorceress as she smiled down at her.

Seleste was trembling when she opened her eyes minutes later. She could still feel the hard press of the female's fingers on her body but realized she was no longer holding her. She looked around and her heart leapt. She was somewhere else entirely. The sorceress had whisked her away to some strange room - a room full of bubbling glass vials and bottles and open tomes. Towering bookshelves contained more of the books, and on a large desk in the center of the room, even more books lay open, piled up, falling over, amidst inkwells and quills. A great bed stood against one wall, and over it, a smeared painting of an ancient city. Seleste knew at once that it was Meketh.

Seleste turned on the spot uncertainly. The room was circular and large - so large, it could have housed three families. She noticed a wide window with a cushioned seat, and staggering through the piles of books and torn parchment, she went to it and peered out.

Seleste gasped. Wherever she was, it was unbelievably high. In the distance, she could see Kilyan, Keme, and the others in the town square. They were being led to a feast, and wolves were playing music for them while others danced. Young females surrounded the group, shaking tambourines and breasts. Seleste squinted. They were so far away, they could have been ants.

Seleste shook her head and backed away from the window. She turned, and it took her a moment to realize the sorceress was standing behind a screen. The screen was exquisite, its three panels depicting red fish as they swam through bubbles. It stood beside the lavish bed, and Seleste could just see the female's head over it. She tossed her red gown on the screen: she was undressing.

Seleste colored up as she realized what was about to happen.

"What did you think I wanted?" the sorceress said from behind the screen. "Your virgin blood to prolong my life?" Life, life, life. She laughed. "It's more than obvious you are no virgin."

Seleste stiffened. "Where am I? Will you tell me that at least?" she snapped.

The sorceress laughed again. "I will tell you anything you desire." She came from behind the screen, and Seleste was surprised to see she was wrapped in a white sheet. She held the sheet over her bosom as she sat on the edge of the great bed. "Come here," she purred.

Seleste hesitated. But the sorceress tilted her head, smiled, and fluttered her lashes . . . and she looked so beautiful sitting there, all that red hair billowing around her pretty face. The sheet was moving as well, as if any garment she put on her body were cursed to this windy dance.

Seleste came nervously across the room and stopped.

"Closer," said the sorceress with a laugh.

Dreading what was to happen, Seleste stepped even closer. She was so close now, she could have sat on the female's lap. She swallowed tensely as the female's eyes traced over her, then she reached out and unbuttoned Seleste's shawl. Seleste watched as it fell away around her shoulders, and her naked breasts stood perky in the sunlight. She fumbled uncertainly, then held them, hiding them from those hungry eyes. The sorceress only seemed to find this amusing and her fingers continued their work. Very slowly, she pulled the string on Seleste's skirt, and it fell away to the floor.

Seleste was now naked. For the first time in the longest time, she was naked in front of someone she did not know. She could feel the blush creeping up her breasts and cheeks. She bowed her head, and her mane fell in a mess in her face.

The sorceress tisked. "So tired. So torn and dirty. Come . . . in the bath." Bath, bath, bath.

_ _

Seleste lifted her head. The sorceress had risen from the bed and moved past her. She followed the female through the room and halted: there was a bath carved out in the floor, much like the ones she had seen in Ahote's underground palace. It was covered in a beautiful mosaic of stones depicting images that matched the screen: bright red fish swimming through bubbles.

The sorceress let the sheet fall away from her body, and Seleste's mouth fell open to see those curves in all their naked splendor. The red gown had distorted the female's body before, but now . . . now Seleste could see everything. She felt her pussy clench up and her tail fluttered.

Breasts riding softly, the sorceress took Seleste by the paw and led her down into the bath. Seleste knelt in the warm water and held her breasts - held them as if to stop the inevitable. She closed her eyes as the sorceress bathed her, scooping up water and letting it fall down her long mane. She rubbed soap into her paws, and gently prying Seleste's arms away, she massaged her breasts in deep strokes.

"My, but you're pretty," she whispered in Seleste's ear.

Seleste bit her lip and trembled. "You w-wanted me for this!"

"Yes. I brought you to my tower. Surely, you noticed it when down at the gates." Gates, gates, gates. "Does your lover tell you so? That you're pretty?" Her paws slid down the sides of Seleste's narrow waist, as if she was shaping her.

"LiAnh?" Seleste blinked. "N-No . . ."

The sorceress laughed. "Not your husband. Your lover. The young black stallion."

Seleste felt the blush come on strong. She meant Keme.

"Does he?"

Seleste smiled to herself. "Keme says I'm beautiful."

"Keme is right."

The sorceress sighed, and looking down at the water, Seleste could see her reflection: the sorceress was gazing at Seleste's body with great content. Realizing that Seleste was looking at her, she smiled at her through her reflection.

Seleste smiled back. "_You're_beautiful," she whispered. "I could think of nothing else when I first saw you."

"Nothing else?" the sorceress pushed, though she already knew.

Seleste's lashes fanned down. "Sex with you."

"And now you are here and you may have it . . . and yet you are so nervous and shy." She regarded Seleste with plain amusement, her floating mane drifting across slanted eyes. "Certainly I am not the first female to touch your breasts, to kiss you, to look at your body and desire it next to mine. . . . such pretty lips." Her slender fingers touched Seleste's mouth a moment, tracing over her bottom lip before falling away.

Seleste coyly averted her gaze. "It's just I - I don't even know your name."

The sorceress laughed. "Will that knowledge make you less shy and frightened? If so, I'll gladly tell you." You, you, you.

"Yes, please."

"I'll whisper it to you . . ." So saying, the sorceress leaned very close, and as one paw squeezed Seleste's breast, the other sank between her thighs. Seleste closed her eyes and arched her back as it was happening, as the female's careful fingers squeezed and massaged her clit into throbbing hard. She heard a word whispered into her mind, and the deeper those slender fingers plunged, the more her breasts heaved, until she cried, "Nahimana!"

"Yes . . ." the sorceress whispered. "And now that you know my name, will you whisper it when my tongue is touching you? When my mouth is on your breasts? Such sweet little breasts . . . perky . . . and young."

Seleste closed her eyes and shivered when Nahimana cupped and squeezed her again. She didn't think she could stand it, the way she was talking. She could feel herself getting wetter and deeper. She squeezed her thighs tight, willing her clit to calm down. Ah, but what was the point? Nahimana's touch was exquisite. Seleste's head fell back against her and she moaned as her breasts were slowly caressed.

Nahimana licked Seleste hard along her neck and whispered, "I want to suck your tits."

Seleste shivered all over and her long lashes fluttered. "N-Nahimana . . ."

"You like it when I talk dirty to you," she said, laughter in her voice. "But I can be a little dirtier than that. . . ." She whispered something in Seleste's ear that made her cry, "Oh!" in astonishment. Then she whispered something else, and Seleste sagged with pleasure as she moaned, "Ooooo . . ."

"Sit on the edge of the bath," Nahimana instructed.

Heart pounding, Seleste did as she was asked. She still felt very naked and exposed. She hugged her breasts and watched with her mane tumbling around her as Nahimana waded toward her through the water. She came to Seleste, eyes hooded with desire, round hips and tail swaying, breasts riding - and she was gorgeous. Her mane was still floating, and she was like something out of a dream. She knelt before Seleste in the water, then peered happily into her eyes.

Nahimana kissed her, and their tongues wrestled wetly. Seleste felt her arms being pried away, and then her breasts were carefully fondled. The sorceress pulled back and squeezed Seleste's little tits hard. Seleste cried out, and Nahimana stared with dark delight at her hardening nipples. She leaned down and carefully rolled her tongue against them. She paused to pull and suckle, then her tongue came again.

"Oh, god . . ." Seleste whispered. She could barely bring herself to look, for watching as Nahimana's flexible tongue worked her only made her wetter, swollen, weak. She felt in a daze. She cupped her other tit and offered it, and it was eagerly suckled. The sorceress was so careful and slow, her sucks deep, her lips light and teasing. She smoothed her paw up Seleste's neck and curled it in her mane before kissing her again. She whispered against her lips, "Spread your thighs."

Still trembling all over, Seleste did her one better: she spread her thighs, then held her swollen pussy lips apart for the sorceress. Her pink sex was revealed, its wet and drooling slit, its throbbing clit and the hot scent of it. Nahimana smiled at her, and she knew how she must've looked to her: breathless and trembling and red and weak and so painfully, helplessly aroused from her touch. Was it magic? Why did she feel this way? It was intoxicating. She thought she would faint if the sorceress didn't put her mouth there!

As slow and precise as ever, Nahimana started kissing Seleste: down her neck, down her breasts. She paused to suck her pink nipple again, then moved on, kissing her trembling belly. She kissed Seleste's clit, then pulled it gently with her lips. Seleste cried out when her tongue plunged. As Seleste sat on the edge of the bath, Nahimana ate her out with careful skill, her moans and sucks muffed in the hot nest of her pussy. Seleste responded to every careful flick, lick, and suck, and before long, she was clutching the sorceress' head. Her fingers curled in that red floating mane, and her head fell back. She cried out as it finally happened: she squirted . . . so hard.

The sorceress licked her clean and kissed her thighs. Then she rose to her feet with bathwater dripping off her breasts, and something happened that Seleste had not anticipated. Breasts heaving, Seleste watched in shock as Nahimana's swollen clit slowly . . . elongated into a cock. Dark brown and pulsing with veins, the cock swelled upright and stood very near her face.

Seleste's mouth fell open. "That's - how did . . .?"

"Seleste," Nahimana whispered huskily, "suck my cock." Cock, cock, cock.

_ _

Seleste looked at it and suddenly didn't care. She got down on her knees in the water and took Nahimana's cock in her mouth. She sucked carefully, slowly, flexing with her tongue and pausing to gulp for air. She wanted Nahimana to be pleased. She wanted to look up at her face and see her weak with pleasure. She put her every ounce of skill behind her lips and tongue, and her heart fluttered happily when she heard Nahimana whisper and sigh.

"You've done this before," Nahimana said in amusement. "Many times. I like that." That, that, that. "Oh!"Oh, oh, oh! Her cry of pleasure echoed back hard.

Seleste worked harder. It seemed the longer she sucked, the thicker Nahimana got. Her mouth was beginning to hurt. Her lashes squinted up and squeezed out tears simply from being forced shut for so long. But she kept sucking, kept hoping that Nahimana's dick would flinch, that she would come in her mouth. Suddenly determined, she sucked her in deeper, wetter.

"Ah - mm, Seleste, I know what you're doing - you mustn't."

Seleste pulled back and licked her lips. She blinked, her large eyes searching Nahimana's face in confusion. "But why mustn't I?" She hated how sulky she sounded. She was like a child who couldn't have her favorite toy.

Nahimana's eyes hooded. "I want to fuck you."

Seleste shivered and held her breasts to hear those words. She gazed up into that beautiful face and suddenly wanted that more than anything in the world. It would be like having a male and a female at the same time! How incredible would it feel to have Nahimana's breasts slapping her even as her cock was inside?

"Fuck me," Seleste whispered, and she knew her eyes were burning with desire. She rose to her feet and whispered, "Please."

Nahimana was startled by Seleste's sudden desire. Her slanted eyes softened, and tilting her head amidst her floating curls, she stroked her cheek. "Delicious little thing . . ." she leaned closed and whispered, "They'll hear your screams in the summer village."

And for all Seleste knew, they did.

When Seleste awoke, a fire was burning low in the middle of the room. It burned from a large basin that stood on an even larger table. Seleste lay naked in Nahimana's bed, the dark red sheets rumpled around her. Some hours before, Nahimana had laid Seleste on the sheets when they were still smooth, and flapping breasts to flapping breasts, they shook the bed as they made love.

Seleste remembered touching Nahimana in a frenzy, her breasts, her ass, her tail, her hips. She kissed the sorceress deep with her tongue, and pleased by Seleste's desire, the sorceress kissed her back ardently. Then Nahimana came inside, and it was like nothing Seleste had ever felt before. When it happened, they both began to glow, and Seleste was astonished when her mane whipped back from her face. She arched her back and thrust her breasts hard into Nahimana's cleavage, and as they both screamed out, the sorceress' fluids were released in a hot rush that left Seleste on fire for quite a long time.

Seleste smiled to think of it now. Mind blowing, magic sex was the best sex. Period.

"Ah, you wake." Wake, wake, wake.

_ _

Feeling very satisfied, Seleste smiled and twisted through a stretch. Her bare breasts pulled up as her arms went above her head. She sat up on one elbow and rested her cheek on her fist as she watched the sorceress. A great content welled up inside her. To think she had spent the past week so miserable and resigned to her marriage to LiAnh. And now . . . she was walking on air. Perhaps all she'd needed was a good fuck?

The sorceress laughed as she emerged from Seleste's thoughts. "No need to ask if the lady is satisfied."

"No need at all," Seleste confirmed happily. Cheek still on her fist, she watched the sorceress and felt a sudden deep longing.

Nahimana was wrapped in one of the red sheets from the bed, but under the sheet, she was naked, Seleste knew. She stood at her desk, an open book in her paw. Her mane billowed as ever around her, as if she were walking underwater. She tried to read her book, but she felt Seleste's gaze and looked up again.

"Your mind is teeming," Nahimana said in amusement and shut the book as if she had given up. "I can't hear myself think with your loud thinking."

"Sorry, I'll try to _whisper_in my head," Seleste teased.

Nahimana laughed. "Cute."

The sorceress went to a bookshelf, and as she reached to put the book back, the sheet sagged down, and Seleste caught a glimpse of one her breasts. Her breasts were not overwhelmingly large, but they were large enough to look delicious when they were flapping. She couldn't get the image of Nahimana's moaning face out of her mind.

Seleste licked her lips. "You're beautiful," she sighed. "Let's make love again."

Nahimana laughed. "Daughter of the Frost indeed."

Seleste stiffened. "What?" She sat up and her mane tumbled around her as she regarded Nahimana intently. "What did you call me?"

Nahimana turned to Seleste and studied her, her head tilted to the side. After a pause, she shook her head as she said sadly, "You don't have a clue who you are." Are, are, are.

"What . . .?" Seleste frowned. "What do you mean? Who are the frost wolves? Everywhere I go, someone calls me that!" She tossed an angry paw.

Nahimana laughed softly, and coming to Seleste, she sat on the edge of the bed. "Poor child," she said, looking down at her.

Seleste gazed up at Nahimana, thinking how tall and elegant and beautiful she was -- but she was also suddenly very sad. Thigh against thigh under the sheets, Seleste leaned forward on one paw and gazed with concern into Nahimana's face. "What does it mean? And why do you look so sad?"

"My heart aches for you," Nahimana answered. "You will understand once you know what it means to be a frost wolf."

". . . why didn't you tell me before?"

"I thought you knew. I thought your companions were escorting you to the sea of ice. It isn't far from here."

". . . the sea of ice?" Seleste blinked as she remembered: Enayape had mentioned a sea of ice. Seleste shook her head. "Nahimana, if you have answers, please tell me!"

Nahimana sighed and folded her paws in her lap. "I suppose I had better begin at the beginning." She looked at Seleste and her yellow eyes were intense when she whispered, "I am more than a thousand years old." Old, old, old.

". . .What!" Seleste just blinked.

Nahimana smiled sadly. "I was there," she said, "when Meketh fell, when my tribe burned. I fled here with my fellow sorcerers, and together, we built what you know as the Seat. We take turns ruling the tribe, and the other tribes are never the wiser to our ageless faces."

"So there are other sorcerers here?"

"Yes. Sleeping under the tower. After fifty years, another wakes and takes command. When my fifty years are up, I will sleep again."

Seleste's eyes grew round. She had never imagined such a thing!

"So it was that I was there . . ." Nahimana frowned sadly, "when the frost wolves were created to be the guardians and caregivers of the crystals. The crystals are the source of magic in Miras Eii. The frost wolves were created of the crystals and are drawn to them. When a frost wolf reaches a certain age, they can not remain away from the crystals any long amount of time without . . . suddenly dying."

Seleste's mouth fell open. "If I don't cross the sea of ice . . ."

"You will die," Nahimana said sadly.

Seleste scowled. "So the foxes created my tribe solely to keep them on a leash! Why can't they look after their own damn crystals!"

"The crystals can not be moved. They are too large, too deeply rooted in the ice. The foxes also believed they were above such menial tasks. . . ." Tasks, tasks, tasks.

"So in other words, the foxes were lazy?" sneered Seleste. She stared miserably into space. "How much time do I have? I could be ready to die now!"

"You've only recently come into your power, I suspect."

"Yes," Seleste confirmed. "I didn't even know I could heal wounds or . . . or see visions. Not for a long time."

Nahimana nodded and smiled. "Then you have time." Time, time, time.

"My mother . . ." Seleste said miserably. "She must've been a frost wolf. No wonder she died. . . ." Seleste lifted her head when she felt Nahimana rub her shoulder soothingly. "How did you know I was a frost wolf?" she asked. She tossed an incredulous paw. "How does everyone know?"

Nahimana smiled. "Magic has a certain scent. Surely, you know this. And frost wolf magic . . . it's even more distinct." Distinct, distinct, distinct.

Seleste stared at her lap and had to wonder . . . did it matter? So what if she had to cross the sea of ice one day? The only thing she wanted was Keme, and she had already lost him! But she thought about LiAnh and the children she would no doubt have to produce with him. Could she really leave her children behind? The thought of one day having to do that . . . it pained her.

"Nahimana. . . .?"

"Yes, of course," the sorceress said at once and climbed into bed with Seleste.

Seleste smiled as they snuggled close. At first, it had been annoying that Nahimana always seemed to know what she was thinking and feeling. But now it was suddenly wonderful to have someone just know what she needed without having to say it.

"Frost wolves pass my tribe on their way to the sea of ice," Nahimana said quietly. "They always have such . . . voracious sexual appetites. Especially the males."

Ah. So that's what that remark was about earlier.

"Might I ask," Nahimana continued, "if you weren't going to the sea of ice . . . where were you going?"

Seleste hesitated, but she took a breath and told Nahimana everything: about Wynn, about the dying fox kingdom, and about their journey to help them. She even told about Keme and the fact that the fox queen was his sister.

Nahimana listened to it all in grim silence, and when Seleste had finished, she heaved a breath. "I had no idea this was happening," she said, admonishing herself. "I can usually feel vibrations of magic for miles around. I felt it exactly eight days ago when you awoke the crystal that sleeps in the cave not far from here."

Seleste swallowed hard. They had traveled underground for eight days!

"That I wouldn't feel the magic imbalance over in Miras Eii . . . this is frightening," Nahimana whispered. Frightening, frightening, frightening.

"Maybe what's happened there has affected you as well."

"All the more reason for you and your friends to succeed."

"Can you help us?" Seleste asked. She was saddened when Nahimana shook her head against the red pillows.

"I'm afraid I can not, Seleste. I wouldn't be of much help to you. If what you say is true, Miras Eii would only drain my magic. At best, it might put you to sleep."

"To sleep?"

"That is likely what has happened to the guardians. If the fox queen is draining the crystals . . . she will have drained the guardians as well - who are connected to the crystals. You have not come into your full power. You do not yet depend on the crystals for life. So if you cross the sea of ice now, there is a chance you will not succumb."

"But what if I _do_fall asleep?" Seleste wondered in horror. To think, she had almost gone to Miras Eii, only to fall under some spell!

"I will give you something," Nahimana said thoughtfully. "Something to keep the imbalance from draining you and putting you to sleep. But it will take days to prepare. And I must send my hunters for ingredients."

Seleste squeezed Nahimana's paw. "Thank you for helping me, Nah," she whispered.

Nahimana smiled down at her warmly. "I would probably do anything you asked, pretty one," she answered. One, one, one.

"I want magic sex again," Seleste said at once.

Nahimana laughed and looked down at her fondly. She stroked Seleste's mane back from her face, her slanted eyes darting over her happily.

"Will you teach me that dick trick?" Seleste said eagerly.

Nahimana laughed harder and her breasts jiggled. "Dick trick?"

"Yes! I want to . . . I want to be inside you," Seleste admitted and blushed furiously.

"And Keme?" Nahimana said wisely.

Seleste nodded sheepishly. "Not that we're together or he would let me or . . . but after what we did, it's something I've been dreaming of."

"Hmm," Nahimana said thoughtfully. She eyed Seleste and her mane floated across her eyes. "Any female with magical knowledge can learn to do it. They just have to want it. Many females are perfectly happy with the equipment they have. Changing ones clit into something else is often very frightening to many."

"I'm not afraid!"

"You say that now," laughed Nahimana, "but the first time you have a big thing hanging from those sweet lips of yours, you may scream and try to change it back. Cocks are only good for one thing, Seleste. Hmm . . . alright, maybe two." Two, two, two.

Seleste grinned. "I want to learn, Nahimana. You can teach me how to use my power --"

"You can heal wounds and see visions, and you want to use your power for this!" Nahimana laughed heartily, the pretty sound echoing through the room.

"What else could you teach me?" Seleste wondered curiously.

"I could teach you the languages of other creatures. You could converse with plant life, with the earth. You could learn to understand the whispers of the water."

"Sounds boring."

Nahimana laughed again. "I could teach you to fly."

"Sounds scary."

Nahimana sighed. "Alright. The dick trick."

Seleste grinned.

"First," Nahimana whispered, "you must rouse it."

"Rouse wha . . .?"

The words died on Seleste's lips when Nahimana's paw slid under the sheets. Seleste felt her fingers carefully working her clit until it started throbbing hard. She could feel her pussy lips swelling as well. She pushed her head under the sheets, and finding Nahimana's soft breasts, she cupped and suckled them. She heard Nahimana sigh and her breasts heaved. Seleste rolled her tongue with wet finesse on Nahimana's dark nipple, and as the sorceress continued massaging her clit, she slowly realized that it was . . . growing.

Seleste pulled the sheet back and watched with large eyes as her little clit rolled longer and longer between Nahimana's fingertips. She suddenly couldn't breathe.

"It's . . . happening!" Seleste cried.

Nahimana's eyes narrowed. "Yes," she whispered huskily, "I guess you weren't afraid after all." All, all, all.

When Seleste's new cock finally swelled up thick and strong, Nahimana licked her lips and leaned down. Seleste's head fell back as her cock was slathered with spit, lips, and tongue.