chapter 14: The Right Rite

The room was like the one he first found himself in, just before he died coming to this world. There was quite a bit of difference however; the first room was a dark room with a spotlight shining down on a mirror. This room had the same black marble floors, however instead of darkness, this was like a glass dome that molten magma flowed around it. Looking down at himself Samar found he was a swirling mass of verdant green energy. Moments later a violet aurora cascaded from the ceiling. Like in a dream, he knew exactly what it was. He flowed to it, to her.

They swirled together, memories, feelings mixing. He felt her pain, the betrayal. He saw and felt the memories being raised by Badakar, and could sense her pain and confusion at being punished when she acted in any way other than how her predecessor had been. He shared her hurt when Badakar took her. He felt her intimacy with Sacara, they were more than friends but were never quite lovers. He felt her feelings for the rest of the tribe, some sexual and others familial. It was a confused non-human perspective. The memories and feelings shifted to him, a confused mass of curiosity, flowing into a passionate love. Beneath even that, the source of the confusion. Amidst all of her fears and doubts held like a small but growing acorn was her trust in him. Feeling that such things were best not looked at too closely he pulled back.

They separated, flowing into their own forms. His verdant green had violet accents mixed throughout while her form flowed with green taking many of her innermost places. Her heart, eyes, between her legs shone with his light. She smiled “shall we get to shaping our new bodies?” Samar cocked his head “so am I going to become a gargoyle?” she shook her head and laughed “though that would make more sense. I don’t know the specifics but this is also called the rebirth.” she paused and searched her memories “like when you first came here and made your character.”

Samar cocked his head “you have my memories?” she grinned and nodded “I like them, more than mine.” Samar looked at her, concerned, radiating off of him “is that why you have more green than I have purple.” she nodded “when we joined, I saw your life, your world. It was intoxicating.” she flowed to him and grinned her mouth shining with a green light “I’ve taken a liking to how dirty your mind is, maybe we should make some modifications, I do have a very slappable ass.”

He formed himself in front of her, cupping her face in his hands “my love, Solveig, I don’t want to have you replaced with another me.” Her eyes took a violet hue, she whispered “I- I don’t like me I’m-.” He kissed her, sharing his feelings into her, his love was for her and not for a reflection of himself. “Sol” he whispered. Her hand traced along his head and he felt her in his mind. Reading his meaning. “Sol, your homworld’s sun.” she let out a pleasing hum that turned into a snort “the light of your life, really?” she laughed then shook her head “that is so cheese” she paused, then gave him a sincere smile “but I like it.”

Pulling back he was happy to see she was no longer being taken over by his green. He smiled “I have a lot of things I regret, but I would not take any of them back. They made me who I am.” She nodded solemnly. He wrapped her in his hug “you know, there were some great ideas in there.” She looked up at him, her grin slowly returning “If nothing else, I’m thinking; making slapping my ass more enjoyable.” her form flowed around so her curvaceous ass was grinding against him “I can think of a few upgrades.” she lifted his hands to her breasts, they filled out to perfectly fit his hands. She turned to him “This is your time, your time to sculpt me into what you desire.” She grinned “and don’t you dare think about saying I’m already perfect.” she reached out and he felt his member swell to its full size, then it grew. From a respectable six to a nine inch long member and nearly doubled in width. A hungry look in her violet and emerald eyes “I want you to shape me into our perfect sex toy. Because I’m going to make you our perfect stud.”

With a wicked grin, she reached out pulling at his essence and formed another dick. A nine inch twin to the first. Her hand fondling his balls, he felt another pair form in there. She winked “can't have you running dry after the second burst.” He groaned with need, the pressure of a full quad knocking on his door despite not being fully corporeal. He kissed her “we need to make you fit perfectly around me.”

Bending her over, he entered her. Both holes stretched around him. Sinking deep exploring her depths. He felt her want to change to please him. “Not yet love, first let's finish molding me into the perfect stud.” every push he felt his dick shift, slightly thicker in the front, less thin near the shaft. He clapped those perfect cheeks, and their jiggle gave him an idea. He reached down and pulled at her essence, forming a tail more with his mind than his hands. This wasn’t like Sacara’s slim succubus tail, as her newly grown tail wrapped around him, this was a meaty tail. Nearly the length of her it ended in a diamond tip, that would be as lethal as a spear when hardened. He put enough nerves in it that when it was soft it would be an erogenous zone on its own. She looked back at him and grinned “so you want me having some fun with the women I see.” Samar laughed “well you have my memories, and my taste. I can’t imagine you will sit on the sidelines while I breed your village.” He could feel her insides shifting, changing to please him, milk him.

Both formed to please the other, they both wanted to explode but in this place neither could. Eventually he pulled out. On her knees she looked up at him “Master, I want to be able to take you.” He placed one dick in front of her face. “Master, I mean all of you.” she moved her hand and moved the other dick before her mouth. She ran her tongue along the firsts length, pondered for a moment. Samar reached down and tugged on her tongue, it lengthened and turned into more of a serpent's tongue. A wicked look in her eyes as her tongue coils around both dicks. She moved them into her mouth, and Samar groaned at the sensation. Their eyes locked his hands closed around her horns and began to ease himself deeper. As he sank into her mouth, it was almost comical how much her mouth stretched. It would be if it wasn't for the look of adoration on her face. Her lips met his base, she held herself there staring up into his eyes, her tail wagging happily.

Easing his way out of her, his mind shifted perspective. Like seeing the young woman or old hag in the same picture, he was now viewing them from outside of their bodies. Samar saw how much her throat had changed to accommodate both of his members. On some level it reminded him of Volleyball sized tits, just too much of a good thing. Samar reached out and connected mentally with Solveig, feeling her agreement she reached down and pushed one of his dicks back into him. He in turn ran his fingers along her throat shifting it back to normal. Both of them were feeling a bit disappointed.

Solveig let out a hungry growl “lets try this again.” taking her tail and plunging it into her rear, he entered her. Rocking his hips back and forth, slowly at first but he began picking up speed. Once he was sure she was perfectly molded to him he pulled out. They couldn't climax here. She stood up and they looked at each other for a long moment before his eyes drifted down to her tasty looking slit. She grinned, leaning back, her tail coiling on the ground. Her emerald green sex dripped invitingly.

Diving in, he ate her out. As his tongue began to plunge into her depths he felt a pull. As he looked into her eyes his tongue was getting pulled deeper and deeper into her depths. She pulled back, signalling it was over. Moving up he looked at his tongue, it extended a fair bit past his chin. He tried a few things, as it turned out it was a lot more dexterous. A thought occurred to him, and he tried speaking “she sells sea shells, by the sea shore.”

Solveig looked up at him, confused. Samar smiled “it's called a tongue twister and apparently I can do it better than I could before.”

“Four fine fresh fish for you.” she grinned at him “looks like my tongue isn’t a problem either.”

She helped him off his knees, they did a once over of the other. Samar gave her a more hourglass figure, child bearing hips that could make a mouth water. She gave him broader shoulders, thickened his chest hair, and removed his back hair.

She looked at his face, and she began painting for some time. Once she was done he turned to her, giving her sharper features. By the end they looked in the mirror, they both looked like they were a pair of underwear models. They were still recognizable as themselves but better. Wrapping his arms around her “anything else my love?”

“Hmm, one thing” her hand dropped between his legs, fondling his balls “I might love your taste but let's make you even more tasty.” he felt an odd sensation as his overstuffed spunk began to change. “I want to watch you breed women, lots and lots of them.” her tail curled around his leg “I want to taste them too.” she turned and their lips met.

Standing in front of the mirror Samar asked “do you want to remain mono colored or do you want a bit of variety?” She snuggled against him “love, my body exists to please you, if you want me to shine every color, so long as that is what you want I’m fine with it.” he looked into the mirror, that showed what they would look like once they left. He formed an image of her with more peach skin and silver hair. More he thought of it, the more he liked her as she was. Samar smiled “I think grey on grey might suit you, makes you look, statuesque.

Solveig groaned “you’re insufferable.” her half smile told him that she inherited his appreciation for terrible puns.

“Shall we return?” Samar asked, Solveig simply snuggled into his arms. “Sooner we return sooner I can dump load after load in your hungry womb.” Solveig moaned “lets go.” She pulled away, took two steps, moved into a hug and felt her squeezing his butt. She squeezed several more times, his butt feeling different every time. Patiently he stood there, while she did a walk around like he was a prized stud. Which on second thought he kinda was. Once she was satisfied she nodded “lets go, I need you in me.” Samar felt Solveig moving towards the ceiling and he followed suit.

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His head cracked into something hard. Feeling it give, Samar broke through. Looking around confused for a moment he saw that he was in the pool, Giant onyx gorillas on either side. To his right the glass crust shattered as Solveig burst through. Looking as beautiful as she had in the mirror, though she kept his Verdant green eyes. They both carefully remove themselves from the pool. Only several steps away did Samar realize that it was a pool of lava. He did a once over of himself. Duragar laughed “your still human lad, though yer a bit more fireproof.” Samar nodded as Solveig practically dragged him out. A small pop up stole his attention.

*Spell learned “Dupldicky:* Why have one when you can have twice the fun?* (think continue for more)

Raising his hand “Solveig, just a moment.” She turned to look at him, her eyes shining with a hunger that told him it better be important. Samar casted the spell and felt his hunger for her double. His eyes lifted to Solveig's to see her with an expression that reminded him of his little sister on Christmas. Solveig's fiery eyes met his “my place, now”

The pair of them strode down through the village, it looked entirely different. Gone where the piles of the fallen. Sacara popped up beside them “you're finally out, I was begging to wonder if you’d be down for another wee-” her eyes fell on both of Samar’s members “w-w-eek..” she looked to Solveig “he’s going to destroy me.” Solveig stepped forward and took her friend in a kiss.

Pulling back she gave her friend a hungry grin “you, Urpalla, Pettra, Zapphe.” Solveigs thick tail snaked between Sacara’s legs and the buxom Gargoyle moaned “I plan on him breaking all the women here.” Samar’s hand came down on her perfect ass “love lets go, I’m about to take both of you, right here, right now.”

As Samar pulled back Solveig she called out “be sure to tell the other woman.” Samar scooped her off her feet. Knowing the horney woman was about to bend her friend over in the middle of town. That he was walking with both dicks standing at full mast, each one bouncing the opposite to the other didn’t give him any credibility as the proper one.

After a bit he let her down, he wasn’t a strength build. They turned a corner and he found himself face to face with Urpalla. The petite woman looked at his face, then at his dicks, then at his face again. Her expression caused him to ache for her, and with his most charming smiled “ready to prove that you're not a child.” wide eyed she gave a half nod. Next Samar knew he had his lips around hers. Solveig pulled Samar off of her then tossing him over her shoulder laughing “Come on Casanova you can own her later. Lets get home before we get banished for harassing everyone.”

A few more corners and they were home. In their horny haze the door didn’t have a chance to close before they attacked each other.

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Thank you all for staying with me so far, here is a picture I commissioned from the Horny Oni for my duo.

https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/730544926517100561/753033412381638726/Samar_and_Solveig_finished.png?width=589&height=607