Zery gloated as the members of the oh so mighty races gawked at her. They had expected a dragon and found a very tall human woman instead. Besides that, she was still herself. Her first transformation had, paradoxically, brought out her draconic side a lot, but since then she had taken to understanding it and integrated it into herself, mellowing out the dragon in human skin, and toughening up the human under the dragon scales.
It hadn't been the transformation, she suspected. Rather the acceptance of the transformation which led her to accept a greater part of herself, of her differences. She wasn't like the others, but they loved her all the same. Now, she felt like she could be herself and explore what it meant to be a dragon, to be Zery, and see where this path took her. Everyone else was doing the same, she knew. Exploring changes, differences, embracing weirdness. Perhaps they were all crazy. But they were all hers. Just like she was theirs. And it was right.
"It's not really a Nephilim mode," she heard Sol say into the bond. Gods, she had been distracted by her own ruminations! At least people thought she was aloof and unapproachable when in reality, she was just a scatterbrained woman who didn't have Sol's preternatural ability to somehow be functional.
"Who cares?" Vespera said, snappily as usual. "We are calling it that because it's cool."
"But I'm also pulling from Calla and Zery," the man argued.
She perked up. She wanted nothing more than to bask in the light of this man, the star of all their lives, but instead she smiled toothily, showing her fangs. "That's right," she said confidently. "You did pull from all of us. But I will allow this concession. Nephilim mode does have a ring to it."
She grinned at Vespera, who gave her a thumbs up that made her fake, draconic grin melt into a genuine smile. Curse all this wholesomeness! It was making her lose composure! As a distaction, she thought about Sol in full Nephilim mode, mowing down swaths of enemies. Much better. She felt the pride of being a part of that awesomeness.
"What about Eve? You did not pull from her," Elyra asked.
"She's too weakened," Sol argued.
"Even with all the energy we sent her way?" Zery found herself asking. "I wonder if she is feeling better now."
Her thoughts brushed against the strange connection leading from them to Eve. It was a part of the bond that was different from all the others, alien in a way no other sentient race could ever be. Then she went the other way, towards the center, where she really could bask in the light of her Sol. Here, in the space of the mind where she was a spaceship cruising the great unknown, he was the source of all the light she cared to see. His big ship glowed with radiance, beautiful in its rugged strangeness.
And she could feel that to him, Eve was not an alien thing. He had a sort of familiarity with her kind that came from his past life, and even though Zery could browse the memories of this other world and live them as if they were hers, she still felt that something was missing.
Rather than shy away from this lack of understanding, she instead thought about how she could deepen the bond even more so that it could change her and the others until they were back in harmony. Eve was part of them now, and she would not stop until she was one with them. Her pride would never let her, may the dragon in her be shattered should she ever give up.
It was as if the force and conviction of her thoughts roused Eve from her sleep. The girl, whose form they had never seen save for the faint outline of a spaceship, mumbled something. Yawning, making cute, all too human noises that made Zery want to cuddle and crush her into a hug.
"Thank you, for the snack," Eve said.
Sol was all business though. "Can you do something about the tide?"
Zery wondered why he asked so adamantly. There was no rush, no danger, and the tide was a great opportunity to farm a lot of magic once they were done resting. Sure, guards were dying everywhere, and a couple of monsters with explosive attacks managed to breach into a section of the city and killed a bunch of randoms, but it didn't touch them. In fact, it could be an opportunity!
This time, Sol intelligently chose to wait and see how the city reacted to the breach, and indeed Zery had been humbled by the power of the people the guild could summon in times of need although at great cost. Next time, though? She was sure the Bonded could take on the monsters themselves and claim all the glory from saving the city.
"I'm sorry," Eve replied to Sol's question.
Huh, Zery thought. What was the question again? Why was she getting so scatterbrained? She blamed Vespera. Ah, Sol asked if Eve could use her System status to do something about the tides.
The girl continued. "I only intercede between you and magic. I can't intervene, or give things for free. I'm so sorry, Sol."
She was about to cry, but a single thought from him was enough to tranquilize her. It was like the embrace of a giant, so big and warm and caring. Sol was their giant, Zery thought. Even hers. She didn't miss his partial draconic transformation, and how giddy it made her. Immediately as it happened, she had felt the other girls' mind go into the gutter as they thought about all sorts of things.
And it made even her happy to think that she and him could continue to mate after she began to take her Steps into becoming a dragon.
But that wasn't it. He was her giant because of who he was. A giant of a man, a star.
"I can do something else for you, though," Eve said, now playful.
Zery gasped when she saw, through Sol's eyes, the System message that followed.
Energy threshold reached for Race Evolution.
Initiate? Y / N
"Eve?" Sol asked, but she was softly snoring again, her little hauler barely even there.
"Do we know who is going to evolve?" Vespera asked, nervous excitement coursing through her. "Or maybe all of us???"
But Sol's mind was on something else. "Silly Evie," he said. "Well, let's not waste the energy, shall we?"
They talked to Ted and agreed to be let go to an inn to rest, so that they could trigger this evolution without unwanted watchers. Zery thought Trellen would complain, but he only asked when Sol could do his transformation again.
His mind touched their shared mana pool and he answered, meeting the man's gaze with confidence.
"Three hours," he said.
"How many times?" the guard captain asked.
Once again, Sol replied with absolute confidence. "As many as it takes, as long as you provide the potions. And we can also fight normally."
"Go rest lad," Ted intervened. Zery liked him. "See you in three hours, or less if there's an emergency. Don't silence your token, alright?"
Then he chuckled and they were on their way.
We checked into the guild inn, getting a big room that could easily fit all of us right below the surface. It was expensive as heck, but we were loaded now, at least when it came to these things.
We barely even had time to settle before the girls demanded we trigger the race evolution and see what happens. Each in their own way, they couldn't contain their curiosity. Honestly, neither could I.
I pulled up the System message and tapped yes.
We looked around and… Vespera was glowing.
"Yes!" she whooped, jumping into the air.
The magic took her, preventing her from landing, surrounding her in a cocoon of energies. We thought they'd dissipate, but they didn't, lingering around her. She was still there, but her mind was asleep as her body was being changed by the magic.
"Hells, she is so lucky she gets to be the first to be changed by the System," I heard Elyra mutter.
I walked close to her, brushing an unruly lock of hair from her face. "Are you jealous, little angel?"
She blushed, touching my hand and pressing it to her face so that she could rub her cheek on it like a cat. She knew I knew everything, of course. I could hear all her depraved thoughts, as I did the others, but I usually pretended not to. Hard to do much more than pretend when my stats were so high it was literally impossible to miss anything even if all five girls decided to start a shouting match between each other.
Still.
"A little," she said shyly.
I noticed that the other two were lounging on a sofa, with Calla using Zery's thighs as pillows although they were easily as big as the whole of her. They were pointedly ignoring us, sometimes glancing at the glowing cocoon with Vespera inside near them, but also pointedly away from the bed.
I grabbed the angel's face and pulled her to me and sniffed. "I love the smell of you," I moaned in her ear.
She grew aroused immediately.
"How about we work out some stress, you and I?" I proposed, pushing her on the bed.
Elyra's heart beat like crazy as she watched Sol straddle her, pinning her to the bed while she blushed furiously. She didn't wear binders for her huge chest anymore, so when her man removed her plastic raincoat that she liked to wear so much, and then her shirt, her massive tits sprang free unimpeded.
They were also slightly moist from all the perspiration the plastic had trapped inside, like a little greenhouse. That's why she liked the piece of clothing so much. Besides the obvious fact that, being transparent, it invited Sol's eye to roam and wonder what hid beneath.
The smell wasn't anything much after her cleansing, she knew, but Sol acted as if the scent was intoxicating for him. He leaned in, sniffing her between her breasts, his stubble beard tickling her as he squeezed and kneaded her flesh.
Each touch sent shivers down her spine, and when he lightly brushed against her nipples, it was like a fire had been lit inside of her.
"You smell amazing," he said.
He lifted her arms above her head, and she saw him look at her armpits, her eyes glued to his in search of a reaction, any reaction. She knew he noticed the slight dark patch of her hair slowly growing where she stopped trimming herself, slowly becoming the nasty unkempt slut she wanted to be for him.
For a moment, he looked like he didn't know what to say. Then, his face morphed into a smirk that made Elyra's breath catch in her throat. He ran his finger across her sensitive skin there, against the grain so that the little hairs got caught as his finger slid across the sweaty skin.
She wiggled and struggled as the pleasure mixed with ticklish discomfort. Between her legs, she was drenched in wet lava staining her clothes.
He leaned in. What was he going to do?
He licked her. She moaned, gasping and feeling her wetness grow even hotter. She wanted to rub her thighs together.
"I know what you are doing here," he said after he was done, whispering in her ear and then kissing her.
She tasted herself on his lips and tongue, the acrid tang of sweat preceding the amazing softness of his saliva. When they separated, she didn't even realize that her mouth hung open with her tongue slightly out, as if not wanting to let him go. He licked her tongue and lips, and she closed her mouth, blushing some more.
"Do you… like it?" she asked, feeling like a powerless sub who couldn't get him to do and say what she wanted him to.
He looked her in the eye. Oh. Shit. He knew. He fucking knew.
"I love it," he said.
No! No! That wasn't what she wanted him to say. Why was he doing this to her?
"You look disappointed, little angel," he told her.
She shivered with the intensity of him, and watched as he removed his clothes, her mind unable to understand what was happening until she found his cock millimeters away from her face.
She still didn't breathe.
"You gotta tell me what you want me to say, or how am I supposed to know?"
His words barely registered. Her eyes were on his dick, as the smell hit her. It awoke a raw, primal desire in her. She wanted to taste it, lick it. She didn't know why she was so fixated on smells lately, but she was. And Sol's cock? It belonged in her mouth.
Continues