Meghan and Isabel both woke with a start, ripping and tearing at their clothes as they tried to reach what was burning inside of them.

  “W-what’s going on?!” Isabel gasped, ripping through her t-shirt like it was tissue paper, exposing her soft, pale breasts to the cool night air. “Feels like I’m burning up, feels like... OH!”

  Meghan followed her shocked gaze down to between her own legs, where a rge bulge had formed beneath the fabric of the pajamas. The Changeling had already ripped open the top to air herself out, existing in a much sweatier state than Isabel. The sight of the bulge caused her to freeze despite all of that. “What the hell?”

  “Is that what I think it is?” Isabel asked, her hand shooting out and pulling the waistband of the pajamas down. A pale, erect cock sprung from within, standing straight up and sending aches of longing reverberating through Meghan’s body. Though the thing was most certainly attached to her, just above and joined with her slit, there was no scrotum to go along with it. It looked just like Reym’s.

  What had the Fallen bitch done to her?

  “It is!” Isabel gasped, staring wide-eyed at its impressive length as beads of sweat streaked down the side of her face. Her breath was coming much faster than it should have been, as though she’d just run a mile. Meghan was in a simir state, but with the throbbing between her legs from both sexes, she had a pretty good idea of what it was she needed to achieve any sembnce of relief.

  “I don’t know what’s happening,” Meghan said in a pleading voice. “But I need you to---!”

  Isabel shook her head, backing away from the Changeling half-heartedly. “No, we shouldn’t mess with it if we don’t know what’s going on. You’re sure you didn’t magic it there or something?”

  Meghan was having trouble thinking as images of desire flooded her brain, saturating it with hormones geared to a singur purpose. “I... no. It was the Fallen. She... did something.”

  The Gnasci turned her head and shook it. “Fuck. I had a dream about her, too. She was trying to recruit me or something. Then I heard a terrible screeching, and she started bleeding.”

  “That was me, but I don’t... I don’t know how I did it,” Meghan tried to expin through a fog of lust. She could barely finish her sentence, let alone present any ideas or specution as to how she’d gone from screaming to imitating Reym.

  Isabel snapped her fingers and pointed at the Changeling’s dick, the tip of her index finger brushing ever so slightly against the head. “She had this same thing, I remember now. She was trying to seduce me, I think.”

  Then Isabel’s fingers crept onto the shaft seemingly of their own free will, like a spider independent of Isabel’s body. “Oh. Oh no.”

  Meghan’s breath hitched again as the Gnasci’s hand closed around her. There was the briefest glimpse of relief when she did, like a light in the fog, but it quickly vanished. “It’s... it’s okay.”

  “I shouldn’t,” Isabel murmured, watching with a mixture of awe and horror as her hand slowly stroked along the shaft, lingering on the swollen head every so often to gather some of the pre-cum that formed there to use as lubricant. “It’s not right. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you, but I can’t stop. I need it...”

  “Me too,” Meghan nodded, leaning back against the wall with an emphatic nod. “Just do it. We’ll figure it out after.”

  “You’re sure?” Isabel said, though she had already crept forward and begun kissing along Meghan’s neck. It was a question they both knew the answer to but couldn’t speak aloud, considering the mind-numbing circumstances they’d found themselves in. Soon, their lips were locked with one another’s, and their tongues danced like warm, slick velvet with each other.

  “Feels good,” Meghan gasped as Isabel’s hand continued to stroke and slide along the turgid flesh of her mysterious she-cock. “Don’t stop.”

  “I won’t,” Isabel promised her, going down to one of her breasts and drawing the nipple into her mouth. “Truth be told, I wanted to go down on you earlier but you rolled over and went to sleep. I couldn’t think of a way to really segue into it.”

  “R-really?” Meghan gasped in astonishment, feeling a sudden compulsion to admit her own desires as well. “I’ve wanted to ravage you since I id eyes upon you. I came to bed hoping we’d have sex, but I didn’t want to start something I couldn’t finish.”

  “That’s alright,” Isabel said, her mouth popping free of Meghan’s breast. She brushed a bit of her hair behind her ear and moved further down. “You can finish inside me if you want. I prefer it actually.”

  Before Meghan could correct the Gnasci as to what she actually meant, her lips wrapped around the tip of her cock and plunged down to the base.

  “U-unreal,” Meghan gasped as the warmth of the woman’s mouth, pleasant and heavenly when she’d tasted of it a moment before, completely enveloped the hard, needy flesh that had manifested between her legs. Then, with the Gnasci’s head bobbing up and down, Meghan pced her hand on the back of her head and began to test the motions of her hips to meet the pace that Isabel set.

  “Mm! MM!” Isabel groaned, her hand sliding down into her panties, furious masturbating as she sucked Meghan off with more enthusiasm than the Changeling could have ever imagined.

  “C-c’mere,” Meghan said, grabbing the Gnasci by the hips and lifting her even as she allowed herself to slide from the wall to the bed. She moved Isabel into a straddling position across her face and pulled the thin fabric of the panties to the side, exposing the dewy, dripping, pink slit of her sex. Finally, something that made sense---something that Meghan knew how to do.

  Without a moment of hesitation, Meghan pulled Isabel’s cunt down to her mouth and began hungrily feasting upon her peach with all the same ravenous enthusiasm as the Gnasci had gone for with her.

  For a time, the burning inside subsided and the pair were simply allowed to enjoy one another on a more intimate level. It was true that something else had compelled them to act, but now that they’d gotten over the initial hurdle, neither had an issue with it.

  “Oh, shit,” Isabel murmured against Meghan’s dick. “I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed being eaten out so much before.”

  The confession only spurred Meghan on, probing deeper as she pped and licked with what could be mistaken for reckless abandon were it not for how precise and thorough she was. With one hand she spared two fingers to penetrate the Gnasci, before switching her mouth over to the engorged nub of Isabel’s clit.

  “O-OH! OHHH!” Isabel groaned whorishly, grinding herself reflexively against Meghan. “Keep doing that! Keep going, I’m going to---!”

  The final word never fell from her lips, but by the way her back arched and her thighs quaked, it was clear what she was going to say. Meghan moaned into the delicious cunt, signaling her approval of Isabel’s trembling orgasm. The Gnasci bent slowly, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream as though frozen in time while tightly gripping the cock in her hand like it was the only thing preventing her from falling into upward into the ceiling.

  Then it was like the sound suddenly returned and Isabel’s voice found itself as she let out a long, slutty moan. “OHHHHHNNNN FUCK!”

  Meghan allowed her head to fall back from the woman, not wanting to overwork her during her refractory period, but the moment she did, she became aware of the burning beginning to creep back into her flesh. From head to toe, she felt it, threatening to completely engulf her in seconds.

  “It... it stopped,” Isabel admitted, climbing off of Meghan in disbelief. “As soon as I came, it stopped. How about you?”

  Meghan shook her head quickly, her cock twitching. “Nope.”

  “OH! Oh, shit!” the Gnasci gasped, realizing her error. She hadn’t finished Meghan off amid her mind-blowing climax. As swiftly as she could, Isabel slid the sopping wet panties off and tossed them across the room before assuming a position on her hands and knees. “Come on, then!”

  The Changeling didn’t bother to question it, rolling over as quickly as she could to push herself up. Her muscles screamed in agony while her nerves seemed to misfire in several pces, causing random parts of her body to twitch or convulse. “Sh-shit.”

  Meghan didn’t know how to properly use a cock, but if it would rid her of this agony, she would give it everything she had. Positioning herself on her knees behind Isabel, she took a second to lift the heavy, throbbing member up to pce it in alignment with the delicious cunt she’d feasted upon just moments ago. Once she was sure it was correct, she brought her hips forward, plunging herself into a veritable pussy paradise. “Ohhhh, that’s better....”

  Meghan bit her lip as her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. It was tight and slick but warm like the most intimate of embraces. Moving her hips experimentally, she found the angle and depth that they both seemed to prefer and then worked at that alone. Meghan wasn’t out to impress anyone, she was just trying to reach the finish line with Isabel.

  “You’re so big,” Isabel gasped, gncing over her shoulder at Meghan. Evidently, what she saw there was enough for her to begin pushing back against the Changeling with far more enthusiasm. “C’mon, Meg. You don’t have to be gentle with me. I can take it. Fuck that pussy.”

  The Changeling obeyed as if by decree, holding tightly to Isabel’s luscious hips and bucking like a beast in rut until the end was in sight. She barely had the presence of mind to warn her. “I... I’m gonna...”

  “Hng, yeah! Give it to me. Cum, inside me baby,” the Gnasci gasped, working her hips as fast as she could to match the feverish pace of the Chanegling pounding her from the rear. Then, before Meghan could offer any possible objection regarding the risks, she felt herself shoot past the point of no return and into the stratosphere as her climax tore through her like white-hot lightning.

  “HNNNGG AGGGHNN!” Meghan groaned, nearly drooling from her mouth as it hung open. She felt the shaft pulse and clench in time with something inside her she couldn’t define. There was no scrotum to be seen, yet she was ejacuting copious amounts of cum that threatened to make a mess of everything if not brought under control. She was nearly done before she noticed that Isabel’s body had gone taut again, frozen in ecstasy as she had been before.

  “MMMMmmm!” The Gnasci finally managed, licking her lips as she colpsed forward onto the bed to gasp and pant from the incredible exertion.

  Meghan fell to the side as well, her chest heaving. “Holy shit...”

  “That was...” Isabel trailed off before ughing incredulously. “Insane, is what that was. Great, but insane.”

  Nodding in agreement, Meghan stared up at the ceiling as the fog finally broke and she regained access to her own thoughts again. “One way of putting it, heh.”

  “Could have been worse,” Isabel chuckled, dropping her ass from the propped up position. “I’ll have to add the bedspread to the undry. Good thing I got paid.”

  “Just burn them,” Meghan joked, barely containing her ughter.

  Isabel propped herself up on her elbows to look over at the Changeling, seeing that the cock hadn’t vanished into thin air, though it had softened significantly. “Not sure why I expected it to be gone.”

  “Makes about as much sense as it suddenly popping into existence,” Meghan countered with a little shrug. “Maybe it’s what’s left over from deflecting most of her power? I don’t know.”

  Isabel nodded, rolling onto her side to hook a leg around Meghan’s waist to pull her closer. “That has a certain logic, yeah. Spilge from her Aura of Lust.”

  “Aura of Lust,” Meghan echoed with a smirk. “Should write that down.”

  “Nah, they’ll probably find a better name for it in all the research,” the Gnasci snorted.

  Meghan’s warm, contented smile slowly melted into a frown. “Now what?”

  “You don’t wanna cuddle?” Isabel joked with mock offense in her voice. “I’m hurt.”

  Mehan turned her head to look the Gnasci in her beautiful vender eyes, only just then realizing that both of their masks had burned off amid the heat of the moment. They were each seeing the other as they really were. “I mean, what if you get pregnant? What do we do? That was perhaps the main thing I didn’t have to worry about while having sex with women, now that’s out the window.”

  “I won’t,” Isabel responded confidently, waving her hand dismissively. “I’m on the pill.”

  Meghan’s brows furrowed. “Huh?”

  “Right, sixties,” the Gnasci muttered before clearing her throat. “They created a contraceptive you take in pill form--- just how many other women are we talking about, anyway? How much lesbian action was there in the fucking fifties?”

  “Enough,” Meghan ughed, nuzzling warmly into the woman. “Enough to know what I’m doing, anyway.”

  “Whew, ain’t that the truth,” Isabel said, pyfully waving a hand near her crotch. “I thought I was going to melt or something.”

  “And how many women have you been with?” Meghan wondered curiously, looking up into Isabel’s face expectantly.

  Isabel frowned thoughtfully. “Not many. I go either way, depending on the person.”

  Meghan nodded. “What about us? What do we... call ourselves? Do we keep it secret? I don’t know how things are done now, but back then, it wasn’t the sort of thing you talked about opening when you went with a girl.”

  Isabel leaned back and held up a hand. “Alright, pump the brakes. We’re not dating. We got hit by a whammy of a spell from a Fallen and had to fuck to keep from combusting. I’m happy to have been in the situation with you, of all people, but... It’s not a good foundation for a long-term retionship, Meghan.”

  “Ah,” Meghan murmured, slowly withdrawing. “So it’s back to Meghan? Not Meg?”

  The Gnasci’s lips pressed into a thin line, realizing how quickly things were unraveling. “Do you prefer Meg?”

  “Forget it,” Meghan mumbled, crawling out of bed to find some new, untorn clothes. They’d done a number on the pajamas. “We don’t have to talk about it.”

  Isabel sat up, pulling one of the bnkets around her shoulders in the process. “We can, if you want. I just don’t know what you want me to say. This is a pretty fucked up situation, you know? I mean, are we going to be doing this again? Is she going to assault us in our sleep every night?”

  “I guess that’s a good point,” Meghan muttered, gncing at the clock next to Isabel. Though it had felt like everything had occurred in rapid succession, it was already six-thirty in the morning. Outside, the sky was showing signs that the sun had already risen behind several rger buildings. “She said she sensed us because of the connection we made to your cousin. She called him an acolyte.”

  “Over my dead body,” Isabel grumbled, scowling stubbornly. It was clear to Meghan that the Gnasci wasn’t going to let her cousin go without a fight. She was a loyal person, a kind person. Meghan had pushed too hard on the subject of what they would be once the sun came up and they rejoined the world.

  Sitting down next to Isabel, the Changeling pced a hand on hers. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push so hard, really. It’s a lot for me to adjust to on top of everything else.”

  “I know,” Isabel admitted, reaching up and brushing some of the blonde’s hair from her face. Their Masks were slowly coming back into pce, regenerating in a sense, but they could still see one another mostly as they truly were. “It’s not like I never want to see you again. I just think we have other things to address first. Then we should really get to know each other.”

  “Alright,” Meghan agreed with a faint smile, content with the solution they’d reached.

  Isabel mirrored the smile. “I don’t want you holding out for me either, understand? We’re going to stay friends, if for no other reason than it pisses our elders off, but if you find someone you connect with outside of this or... in the Court of the Elm or something? Go for it. Truly.”

  Meghan itched the side of her nose as she scrunched up her face. “Well, I don’t know what the chances of that are, considering how badly I tend to get on with other Fae, but I get your point.”

  Tilting her head to the side, the Gnasci’s expression turned curious. “You don’t? Why’s that?”

  “It probably stems from my retionship with my mother,” Meghan admitted freely, despite how uncomfortable the subject was. There weren’t many people she could talk to about the subject, and she’d been as intimate with Isabel as she could possibly be, so she saw no reason to hold back on such matters. “I have a tendency to act like they’re all part of the same club when that’s not how it works at all.”

  “Family issues are a bitch,” Isabel sighed, leaning against Meghan inside her bnket. “You want to get some breakfast, seeing as we’re already up? I could go for some pancakes.”

  Meghan’s stomach growled as though to answer for her. “That sounds pretty good.”

  Together, the two got dressed in retive silence, with Meghan settling for the clothes she wore the previous day until they had a chance to grab some clothes. Once dressed, they walked to the nearest diner, where they were able to get some breakfast. Again, Meghan astonished her companion with how much food she could pack away without needing to be rolled out of the establishment, then it was off to the nearest boutique to grab some basic clothes to get her through the next few days.

  “Here,” Isabel said as she discreetly slipped a wad of cash into her hand. “I figure you earned part of this as much as I did.”

  Meghan gnced down at the hundreds of dolrs in her hand as she approached the register. “I can’t take this, it wouldn’t be right. It’s too much.”

  “It’s not,” Isabel insisted. “But if it eases your conscience, just pay me back ter once you’re all set up.”

  Meghan opened her mouth to object, but when the cashier called for the next person in line, she decided it wasn’t the time or pce. Isabel was acting as though they might never see again, yet trying to assuage her guilt by saying she could pay her back. Meghan supposed that just meant she’d have to hunt the Gnasci down to throw money in her face even if it was the st thing she did.

  Perhaps that was what Isabel was actually doing: giving her a reason to come back. Meghan smirked to herself as she paid for the clothes. Isabel was much sharper than people probably gave her credit for. Likely, it was one of the qualities that Josephine recognized in her that others had missed.

  “Would it be all right if I used your dressing room?” Meghan asked, gesturing back into the shop where she’d seen a couple. “I don’t want anyone to think I’m stealing anything.”

  “Of course,” the dy agreed, gesturing toward the back. “Take your time. If anyone gives you a hard time, just tell them I said you’re fine.”

  “Oh, you’re going to put on a show for me?” Isabel joked as she grabbed the bag of newly purchased clothes, dramatically wiggling her eyebrows. “If I knew that, I would have picked out something a little spicier.”

  “Tch!” Meghan responded with a swift swipe of the bag. Something about the beauty flirting with her even after the rocky start to the morning had a way of boosting her confidence. With a little sway of her hips and a sashay to the back, Meghan flicked her blonde hair over one shoulder. “Maybe another time, if you’re lucky.”

  “Oh, lord have mercy!” Isabel ughed, pretending to fan herself with one hand. Then, with both of them ughing, Meghan vanished into the changing room to don the first set of her own clothing in decades.