It had been four hours since the manor had been occupied by the Müllenkamp sect. Duke Bardorba was away, but his family was inside, including his young son. And the Crimson Blades were on their way.
In the forests outside lurked a figure in black.
“On-site informants are certainly old-fashioned.” A voice came from the woods. Four figures approached.
“Agent Merlose.” The black-haired woman bowed. “Agents Riot, Crescent, and Brea.”
“The name’s Vaan.” The man took his hood off, revealing a sandy-haired, dusky-skinned youth. “The situation hasn’t moved any. The cultists are still holed up in there with the Duke’s family.”
“And the Blades?” Ashley moved forward.
“No one’s been able to find them. it’s possibly they’re already—” Flames flickered from the window of one of the towers followed by gunfire. “Dammit, talk about good timing.”
“Indeed, the cultists will be occupied with the Blades. It seems zealots are good for something.” Sephiroth, long, silver hair flowing down his back, was already moving.
“Wait up!” Aya followed.
“H-hey! Shouldn’t you wait for reinforcements?”
“Reinforcements?” Ashley had drawn his saber. “We are the reinforcements.”
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Aya arrived home, mostly just to decompress before she met the others at 7th Heaven. Today had been exhausting for her, even more so than the day before in spite of little fighting.
She collapsed onto her bed. Three years ago, she felt like her life had ended. She could barely make it through her official testimony, bureaucrats reading off the names of her friends, her loved ones like numbers. She was given honors and recognitions for her service. But they meant nothing, not when she was the only one to come back.
And then there had been the funeral. She needed her sisters Maya and Eve to go with her just so she wouldn’t shatter. But Lucrecia, she never once faltered, even as they lowered an empty coffin into the ground and Aya finally broke. Nor did Lucrecia cry when she comforted Aya, weeping into Lucrecia’s blazer. She felt like someone had torn a part of her soul out. But now it was different.
“You’re alive…” She said again. Sephiroth wasn’t dead. He was telling her himself, even if he was never around for her to talk to.
Though a lot had changed in three years. Lea Monde had never had away, not in Aya’s heart and especially her body. Her tail was a reminder of that.
She stripped bare and looked at herself in the mirror. She had definitely changed. Her figure was so much fuller, breasts several cup sizes bigger. Her hips had followed suit as well, wider with a fat, but still tight ass supported by thick thigh. Her lips had also plumped and her eye lashes had become fuller. She was so seductive and erotic now.
“Hmmm, I wonder if he’ll mind bigger breasts?” She hefted one of them. They were so heavy now.
“Oh, stop kidding around, he’ll probably be unable to keep his hands off you. In fact, you’d better get ready for a hot and heavy reunion.”
True, Sephiroth wasn’t the type of guy to be bothered by that. She actually couldn’t remember the last time he brought her body up. There was a bigger problem though.
Aya’s body had been touched by the Dark, just like everyone else in Lea Monde. The ancient, eldritch energies had granted many things, such as those strange visions and what appeared to be rapidly increasing magic power, but was also changing her body. Her skin had lightened to porcelain while and her hair, mostly golden blonde, was lightening at the tips. Inversely her nipples, fat pleasure buttons, were darkening along with her lips which were approaching a natural crimson, likely to grow even darker.
And her nails, so long, so sharp. Though not quite talons, she was pretty sure she was one big push away from having real demon claws that were natural weapons. And then there was her tail.
Her new appendage had grown nearly to her ankles. It slithered and writhed as Aya adjusted to new muscle tissue and nerve endings. There was…something appealing about it though. She didn’t mind her body, in fact it made her look like some kind of demon seductress.
Aya went to put her clothes back on, but then noticed the feather she’d taken, specifically the one down in the lake. She brushed it under her nose, breathing in the candle scent.
“Mmmmm,” He didn’t smell like other men. Save for the occasional leather he smelled more like a woman. Flowers, berries, honey. It was nice. “Ahh…”
Aya’s nails pinched her nipple as she became further intoxicated with his scent. She was drifting off into fantasy.
“A-Aya!?” The silver-haired pretty boy gasped at her.
“What’s wrong, aren’t you happy to see me?” Aya smirked. She wore nothing but a corset, thigh-high boots, and long gloves. Her pure white slut weights jiggled with every step, dark nipples like devilish headlights with silver rings threaded through each of them.
“O-of course I am but—” She captured his mouth and her tail wrapped around his waist to bring him closer. Ah, so sweet.
“We have a lot of catching up to do.” She purred as she felt a bulge near her sex.
“Mmm, ah!” Aya’s ministrations grew fiercer. Her tail had reflexively slid into her pale, wet slit. It served its purpose well, allowing her maximum pleasure. “Seph…Seph…!”
Aya moaned as she came again. They had been doing at it a long time due to her sexual incantations. Every time he came inside her she would just do a little spell to get him back into shape. Her demonic cunt milked him for all he was worth.
Usually when they had made love before it had been tender, gentle, but it was different tonight. Hard, passionate, she wanted to fuck like the demon harlot she was. She had three years of sexual frustration to blow off and damned if she wasn’t going to do so at every opportunity!
She licked one of her nipples, suckling at as Sephiroth looked at her as if in reverence. He was hers, all hers!
“AAAAAH!!!” Aya came hard as she reached the crescendo. She lay on her side, relaxing in the afterglow until she had to get dressed and meet with the others.
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