An accident and an inspection

I suddenly find myself sitting on a throne, or at least a crude-looking huge chair that might substitute as one. The tasteless furniture is probably the best craftmanship a barbaric beastmen can possibly create. In front of me stood Akemi, wearing the same clothes I saw this afternoon. She looks at me with her large, purple eyes, seemingly confused, lost, and seeking guidance. I beckon her to come closer, and she timidly obeys, her big, soft-looking breasts swaying along with her movement. I hold my arm out, and she walks closer to me, eventually placing her hand in mine. I give her a smirk, and she returns it with a slight smile and a soft blush on her cheeks.

Suddenly, I pull her hard, and she falls down to the floor. She is now kneeling between my legs, right where she belongs. I grasp her chin, turning her gaze up to meet mine. Her eyes are watery, and she looks helpless. I smirk at her and bring her face to my crotch, where an inhumanly huge dick stands in attention. It's covered in throbbing veins, and its tip is coated in pre-cum. Akemi is clearly intimidated by my member, but I am impatient and I shove her mouth down the entire length of my shaft. She chokes, the thick meat rod is blocking her airway, but I don't care. I begin fucking her throat, reveling in the satisfying sounds of her gagging and gasping for air.

I hold her head in place by the back of her hair, making her unable to move even if she tried. Not that she could, she's too busy sucking me off. Her lips stretch tightly around my girth, and her tongue is constantly licking my underside. One of her hands is on my inner thigh, and the other is stroking the base of my cock, the part she couldn't reach. I use the hand that wasn’t holding her hair to caress the top of her head and rubs her vixen ears, earning a pleasured moan from her amidst the ****. Soon enough, I am close to release and I jam my dick as far as possible down her throat. I hold her still as I pour loads and loads of thick cum straight into her belly. This lasts for a while, and by the time I slowly yank Akemi's head out of my dick, she has passed out due to lack of air. Her mouth is gaping open, tongue lolls out of her lips, and her eyes roll back up into their sockets. However, she has the lewdest smile stuck on her face, a sign that she enjoys being used by me.

I wake up sweaty and breathing heavily. A quick glance at my crotch reveals a noticeable bulge, along with a large wet spot. I curse under my breath, I can't believe I have a wet dream over a beastwoman! Granted, she's a mighty fine piece of meat, but she's also an inhuman! It's nothing personal against her, but her entire race and several other inhuman races are a scourge, a plague that encroach the human territory. The kingdom needs to be cleansed of all filth, and it is my noble and important mission to do so.

I take notice of my surroundings. Judging by the faint light that is shining through the window of my inn room, the sun has just barely risen, and that means Lillias should still be sleeping. For once I am glad that my assistant is not a morning person. I get up from the bed and work quickly. Grabbing a small wooden bucket that these country bumpkins call toilet, I take off my soiled pants and throw it in. I try not to, but I can faintly smell my own semen coming from my crotch. Thankfully, the inn provides a wash basin with clean water, so I find a piece of cloth and clean myself to the best of my ability. Afterwards, I cast a fire protection spell on the bucket and set the evidence on fire. I can NOT afford to embarrass myself in front of my assistant, damn it! It's a good thing that I didn't use a blanket last night or I'd have to burn it too.

I open the window to let the smoke out and sighed. While my pants is burning, I reminisce on the dream I had when I throat fuck that subhuman fox. As much as I want it to be the real Akemi, the spell I carved on her forehead doesn't work that way. Heck, I haven't even activated it yet. It was purely a dream resulting from my desire, it seems. When the fire has subsided, I pick the bucket with my dirtied pants and dump the ashes outside the window, watching the breeze carry some of it away while the rest piles up on the dirt just outside the window. I then close the window and mentally prepare myself to activate the spell that is the main point of our late night sneaking and breaking in, while putting on a fresh pair of pants.

I hate to admit it, but I am quite nervous. Sure, we the royal mages have researched and tested this spell quite extensively, and I myself has used this spell (after it has been perfected) several times already. However, we have never had an inhuman to experiment the spell with. What if there's an unexpected reaction? Will the spell blow up in my face and leave me with an irreparably damaged body and mind? It wouldn't be a stretch to say that I am terrified of a possible hiccup, but the king and my colleagues has trusted me to finish this mission. If I were to fail now... No. I cannot entertain that thought. I will succeed, no matter what.

I sit cross-legged in a corner of the room, where there's nothing near me but the wall on my back. I close my eyes and take deep breaths. After a few minutes, the erratic beating of my heart and the slight fear-induced jittering of my limbs have ceased. I am now fully composed and calm, an important thing to have whenever a mage worthy of their name casts a spell. It's time to gain myself a second body to control, a despicable yet beautiful beastwoman, and the prospect both disgusts and excites me.

I concentrate my mana on the back of my head, gathering it there to fuel the tattooed spell pattern on my scalp. My short hair covers it perfectly, but if I were still bald, one would be able to see faint light coming out of the ink. Once the ink is filled with my mana, it is ready. I focus my thoughts on the pattern, my will directing my magic to follow my orders. Slowly, I imagine the ink unfurling, spreading, and stretching to connect my mind with a distant body. After the relatively short journey through the immaterial plane, the spell finally connects with its target, Akemi the vixen priestess. My spell activates the pattern on the her forehead, and it forcefully uses her mana to fuel itself. The two spells clasp together, connecting perfectly like a warm and firm handshake that just won't let go.

Once the link is properly established, the spell on Akemi's side starts to work on her mind. Akemi's consciousness is subdued, repressed until it is nothing but a speck in the back of her mind. With the spacious room provided by that process, the spell allows my mind to enter hers and take over the reign of her flesh. And with that, I have gained a second body, one that is located some hundred meters away inside her shrine. Physical distance can sometimes create a problem for this mind-link spell, as evidenced in our previous tests, but at this range the effect is negligible. The whole thing felt like an eternity, but in reality, a minute has barely passed since I activated the spell. I allow myself to smile, congratulating myself for my success.

That being said, even though I can feel the connection with my second body, there's nothing coming from it. No sight, no hearing, no touch. Just black emptiness. It makes sense, her body should still be sleeping due to the effect of Lillia's spell last night. It is surely for the best, as activating the spell while Akemi is awake will be too noticeable if there's anyone inside her room. I then willed the body to wake up, and after some minutes of nothingness, Akemi finally opens her eyes. In other words, I open my new sets of eyes.

I can now see that I'm inside a room made of wood, the same one I saw her in last night. I am lying down on the floor, the double sensation of the hard wall and soft mattress on my back(s) disorient me a little. If my own body's eyes were opened, I would surely be dizzy from the double vision. Thankfully, I kept my real eyes closed, but it is still not enough. It has been quite a while since I used this mind-possession spell, so I need a refresher. And so, I focus all of my attention at every sense my new body has while ignoring ones coming from my own body. A short while after, I manage to tune out everything my own body feels, and fully immersing myself in Akemi's body. I make Akemi sit up and look around the room. She's alone, and there's no sign of anyone entering in the morning just yet, everything looks the same as when you came here last night.

I lift her left hand in front of her vision, and I see that her dainty, human-like fingers are connected to a slender forearm and a fair skinned arm. Her well-trimmed nails are painted reddish pink, similar to the color of her hair and fur. I quickly bring her fingers closer and rub her cheek. The soft sensation on my fingertips tells me that this is reality, that I have finally taken over her body. I cup her cheeks, rubbing them gently. There is no prickly bristles that I often feel when I rub my own cheek and chin, Akemi's smooth skin feels wonderfully delightful on my fingers. I then run my hands down to her neck, and I can feel her pulse pounding softly, though slightly faster than normal. At least, for a human standard. I have no idea how these beastmen physiology actually works, as I am not a researcher on that field. The fact that they are more similar to a human than I initially thought, as evidenced on their appearances, makes me feel conflicted inside. But now is not the time to dwell on these things, as I need to get used to Akemi's body quickly before anyone intrude into her room.

My hands continues downward, brushing on her collarbones and the cleavage of her breasts. Her pure white night gown barely covers her chest, showing the creamy skin of her breasts and leaving the perky pink tips hidden underneath. It takes quite a strong will from me to disregard them for now, as I continue to move her hand further south. Her blanket covers her lower body, preventing me from checking her legs, so I raise the soft fabric, exposing her pale legs and her long, fluffy tail. She doesn't wear anything down there except a pair of thin panties, barely covering her private part, an interesting choice of clothing for sure. I caress her creamy thighs, they're quite firm with just the right amount of meat for a good squeeze. Her legs are smooth without any leg hair, just another weird, unexpected thing I find in a beastwoman such as her. Her toes are perfect and they look just like a human's, with the nails painted the same color as her fingernails.

Then, I finally focus my attention on the extra appendage that she is sitting on. The fluffy tail sticks out from between her thighs, its length about half as long as her legs. I turn to my side, allowing the tail to escape my bottom. With little effort, I can wag her tail around even though I have never had one in my entire life, the spell enables me to do so. I bring the tail forward, reaching for it, feeling the soft and thick strands of fur in my palm. Her tail is surprisingly sensitive, I could feel her body tingle all the way to my spine as I gently move her fingers through her fur. I massage and rub her tail, alternating the speed and pressure every now and then. It feels... soo good. I accidentally let out a purr out of her lips, which snaps me back to my senses. This is getting too unprofessional!