Dalmira's Corruption Begins

Dalmira saw a black horse blinking in and out of her dreams as she slept, and what felt like hours later saw the elf merchant wake up from her nap. She stepped out of the room, still a bit groggy; journeys always made her feel like she needed a catnap here and there before she could settle down where she stopped to really get to doing business. Stepping out of the room, completely ignorant of her lack of attire from when she stripped down to her undergarments before flopping upon the bed, Dalmira’s slightly sleepy eyes took in the sight of Delvin and Marin in the midst of a surprisingly passionate kiss, she saw the two blink between their usual look and more demonic ones a few times over the course of the few seconds it took to move from her room to the commons where the two were kissing. As she approached closer, she could see Delvin’s right hand on Marin’s left ass cheek, squeezing it playfully as the two continued to kiss; it was at this moment Dalmira noticed that Marin’s ass was noticeably bigger than it was on her last visit.

Dalmira could feel a craving well up inside of herself; truth be told, she had never actually kissed anyone before and had the desire come closer to consuming her the past few months. Ironically, it started when she acquired those ancient documents that were supposedly from the time Delvin and Marin had mentioned earlier; two weeks after that, word came out that a team of heroes had taken down the Lord of Corruption; the timing was too coincidental, chances were one of his demonic agents had sold her the documents under a guise, and they were likely much newer than she had been told, but she couldn’t bring herself to the church, paladin corps, or any agents of the nobility and/or monarchy. She wasn’t sure why at the time, but thinking back, she realized it was likely some kind of magical effect the scrolls had on her. The craving was exasperated by the image of two changing their forms; before anything could go further, Dalmira decided to discuss the matter with Marin.

By the time Dalmira had reached the commons, Delvin had left for the back, and Marin was greeting her. “You’re probably wondering about when that happen,” said Marin as Dalmira approached her, “it’s pretty recent.”

“Actually,” said Dalmir in an anxious tone, she could feel herself getting a bit wet, “I was wondering what kissing would feel like; it’s something that’s been assaulting my mind recently. I have been wondering if the act is as transformative as so many stories like to portray.”

“You could find out for yourself,” said Marin, “do you want your partner to be a man or a woman? Or do you have an idea of who you want to be your first real kiss?”

Dalmira could only think of one word; she uttered a single word, “Yes.”

Marin gave a covert grin of amusement and said, “I’ll let Delvin start you off; you don’t have a problem, do you?”

“No,” said Dalmira reflexively so quickly that her bosom bounced a bit with how her body jerked quickly with her hastened response.

A few minutes later, Delvin was back out in the commons, and Marin was on her way out with a comment about seeing the both of them later; Dalmira thought she saw Marin flash into the form of a demonic dragon for a moment as the drake-kin left inn. “So,” said Delvin, “I heard you want to see what sharing a kiss with someone else is like. I’m ready to go anytime you are.”

Dalmira was hesitant a moment before saying, “Can we try it now?”

“Of course,” said Delvin coming in closer to Dalmira. He brought his face a few inches from the elf’s face. “But it’s still on you to bring it in, I’m not going to force things on you because of something you say in the heat of the moment.”

Dalmira hesitantly brought her lips the rest of the way toward Delvin and locked her lips with his. The moment their mouths were interlocked, Dalmira could feel Delvin’s tongue getting intimate with her own. Dalmira gave out an erotic moan into his mouth, to her own surprise. She didn’t even notice how her bosom was pressing against Delvin’s chest.

The moment his mouth was intertwined with Delmira’s, Delvin began flowing his corruptive energies into Dalmira at a considerably slower rate than the explosion he had done to Marin. The two were intertwined in their kiss for several minutes, she didn’t try to pull away, and he pushed in a few times. When the two finally pulled back, Delvin could see the corruption saturating Delmira’s form in much lighter shades of the same colors that were vibrant when Marin had been corrupted. After they pulled away, Dalmira ran away back to her room in confusion.

After retreating to her room, and making sure everything was fully locked, Dalmira finally noticed she was in her undergarments; instead of being embarrassed by that, she was feeling uncomfortable in them and all but tore the garments off and threw them in a random corner of the room. She then jumped onto her bed, back first, and started fondling her own breasts, letting out lewd noises and sounds every few seconds. Dalmira didn’t know what was going on, and she really didn’t care; all she knew was that it was making her horny, and she would likely rush back out to Delvin later. But for now, she felt a need to pleasure herself in privacy. Dalmira could feel a new set of needs and urges assaulting her; she felt a craving for Delvins penis being inside of her surging through her body. She started fantasizing about altering and changing herself as Delvin pounded her; it made her quite wet.