The Elf's Secret Revealed

Dalmira gave a groan of exhaustion; she didn’t think things would get any more off; she could only hope her impending chat at the inn could clear up some things. Now she was headed to the inn; she always got one of the nicer rooms, they usually weren’t bought up, but there was a rumor about the child of a noble family popping up in the area soon, so another of those nicer rooms would likely get occupied soon, there were only three, so it really didn’t work for extra large parties. She heard Delvin had a way of extending things out into another room for the night, but he hadn’t shown her exactly what it was, but she had a suspicion it was like one or two of the spells she knew to help provide a decent resting place when out on the road.

As she stepped into the inn, Dalmira saw Marin and Delvin near one of the entrances to a private meeting room; Marin had likely worked to get things prepared beforehand. Dalmira noticed that there was something about Delvin that made him look more attractive; she would probably learn why that was soon. And also, what did Marin need Pschye Crystal Chalk for? Felnira didn’t mention anything requiring that when they caught up earlier.

After the three of them were in the chamber and it had been secured, Dalmira said, “Alright, first question, what do you need a Pschye Crystal material for?”

“We came across information about an ancient demonic ritual that called for that as a material,” said Marin, “I thought it best to gather the materials before showing it all to Felnira to see what she made of all of it.”

“From what we’ve managed to gather,” said Delvin, “you know how the nation was basically ruled over by devils and fiends before it rose into the religious country that became our modern Irocet, right?”

“More or less,” said Dalmira as her unease about the situation subsided, “what does that have to do with all that?”

“We found evidence from some previously undiscovered ruins nearby,” said Marin, “and I was asked to investigate it due to my background as an archeologist. What we found in the ruins mentioned the ritual, and I jotted down what I could about what was there. Anyway, the ruins indicated the ‘Fiend Nation,’ as it is known in academic circles, was a bit more expansive than we initially thought.”

“Okay,” said Dalmira said, “I understand that. What happened to Delvin? Something about his presence feels and looks different.”

“Magic surge,” said Delvin, “I understand you’re probably feeling a bit more tired than usual; we can discuss resources and haggle tomorrow.”

“Feel free to organize your thoughts and get back to me on a cost for the information you said you have,” said Marin.

“That sounds like a plan,” said Dalmira, “we’ll discuss things in a few hours. I’ll take my room key, as per our arrangements.” Delvin reached under the table and handed Dalmira the key, Room 08, like always. She got up and unsecured the room before heading to the room to secure herself in the room.

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Ganmither was moving carefully through Dalmira’s dreamscape, as per Delvin’s command, to find out what Dalmira’s kinks were so he could get some ideas on how to approach Dalmira’s corruption. Time in the dream realm flowed differently than in the physical realm, so it was difficult to determine how long one was really there on the task. The phantasm mare was very much looking forward to her reward from Delvin, especially since she had recently discovered a new trick her demonic abilities now afforded her.

As expected, the majority of Dalmira’s mind was a jumble of magic formulas, trade route information, and economic stats for practically every area and region she had been to. Ganmither couldn’t make sense of most of it, but she didn’t need to. For the time being, she just needed to navigate her way through the maze that is the dreamscape to her objective. After what felt like an hour and a handful of seconds, simultaneously, Ganmither found what she was looking for, Dalmira’s mental vault.

As a Phantasm, Ganmither could bypass something so basic, she phased through the boundary of the vault. Within the vault was a more controlled environment; shelves, indents, and cubbyholes with safes that were each labeled in a jumble of characters from every language Dalmira spoke. This was no deterrent to Ganmither; as a Phantasm, she could understand any text in the dreamscape, even if she had no understanding of the language outside of the dream realm. After looking around the vault for a bit, Ganmither noticed there was a place in the vault to go deeper into the vault.

She headed over to the space to travel deeper into Dalmira’s mental vault; a moment later, she was in a more compact, and fortified, section of the mental vault. There were only 3 safes in this section of the vault, each on its own special platform. The three read “Fears,” “Sexual Fetishes,” and “Saddest Moments;” Ganmither made her way over to the safe for sexual fetishes, taking note of the other two safes.

Ganmither trotted up to the front of the safe as if she were on a ramp leading to the front of the safe. Once she was before the safe, Ganmither made a few gestures, and all the locks of the safe popped open, then the front of the safe opened up for her. Ganmither was assailed by the sensation of transforming things, others, and oneself, all at the same time, complete with a statuette inside acting as a visual representation that was constantly changing its base material and form at irregular intervals. Ganmither made a few quick gestures, and the vault slammed shut, and all the locks secured themselves simultaneously. She then left the vault and made her way out of the dreamscape.

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Ganmither suddenly appeared in the guild building space twenty feet from Delvin and Hilthrika, in their undisguised forms and completely in the nude; this was a space of the guild building that Glacia and some of the Dracus Imps had magically modified for exclusive use by Delvin and his demons; anyone else would find themself in a near copy of that same space apart from the demons with authorization. Hilthrika was on her knees, massaging Delvin’s junk with her bosom and sucking off his cock; Delvin seemed to have been enjoying the experience and show when Ganmither made her entrance.

“Many pardons, Master,” said Ganmither, “I have returned from scouting the merchant’s dreamscape, as requested.”

“Good,” said Delvin, “What do you have to report?”

“Dalmira seems to get unnaturally excited by transformations; observing them, causing them, experiencing them, they all make her quite wet. She does her best to keep it under wraps in the company of others, possibly even when she suspects she is being watched or observed, but likely plays around with it all in private.”

“Excellent work,” said Delvin, “you have earned your reward, and as a bonus, you may even request the form that reward takes.”

“Well,” said Ganmither, “I recently discovered a trick I can do,” she took on the form of a humanoid with thick thighs and a surprisingly big ass that looked tight and taught. “I would like to request testing the limits of this new ability, with both of you.”

“I have no problems with that,” said Delvin, turning to Hilthrika, “what are your thoughts?”

“I’m all on board for this,” said Hilthrika with a sensual lick of her lips, “it’s always important to be thorough.”