Y'shtola Tempered

Y’shtola Rhul did not expect this was how it would feel to be tempered. Sure, she had done scientific studies on the tempered and their attitudes and behavioral changes, but to actually be exposed to aetheric corruption in such a fashion, it was a different matter entirely.

Perhaps the most salient point was the simple lack of care. She no longer cared about not being tempered to a primal’s will. Or perhaps better put, she actively embraced it. She still had her memories about the transformative effects to both her own body and the deleterious fact of the increased aether consumption that a growing primal required, but it wasn’t important.

No, what was important was shaking her tits. She was in thrall to a new primal, one of Lust and Love and Desire, and so she too had become an incarnation of those aspects. Her body was constantly flush with the urge to flaunt itself, to procreate and make more bodies that could share in her Goddess’ Love, and that was a very good thing. As a Miqo’te, she had the catlike tendency to enter into heat periods, which she had done her best to suffer through before, but now it was like she was in heat all the time and she didn’t resist its scorching embrace one iota. So when she wasn't doing anything else, she made sure to jiggle her boobs or bend over and shake her ass. The very act of doing so was effectively a prayer to her personal goddess.

She looked over to the room’s bed. There lay the Warrior of Light who was similarly tempered. Her comrade’s aether was entirely suffused with a pink light, the blessing of their Goddess. Y’shtola still wasn’t quite clear on why Hydaelyn’s Blessing hadn’t protected them, but since it hadn’t, the Warrior and their protection had failed them all. Thank the Goddess for that. The Warrior in question was jilling herself while chanting about converting all the Alliance leaders to their Goddess’ service. How cute. Y’shtola should reward them for being a good thrall.

She walked over to the bed, her boobs bouncing furiously with each step. As result of the tempering, her breasts had become suffused with her Goddess’ aether and were now very, very engorged as a result. They were so heavy, so full, and they were a constant reminder that her Goddess was always with her now. Her friend mewled at that reminder as Y'shtola plopped her tits onto her friend's head.

“I know you’ve wanted these for a while now. I’ve seen you staring when you thought I wasn’t looking.” She swayed from left to right and vice versa, rubbing the bottoms of her tits on the Warrior’s head. “Do you like how soft they are? How they spill over your head and envelop it like a mother’s embrace?”

The warrior panted out an eager ‘Yes!’. Oh, they were so cute like that. Not unlike an especially adorable puppy.

“Good girl. I’m happy to see you as focused on serving our Goddess as you were on saving the world, but don’t forget our Goddess loves us and wants us to enjoy ourselves. So why don’t you focus on fucking your slut of a Miqo’te comrade?”

She slid onto the bed and wrapped herself around her companion. The Warrior of Light’s already impassioned pleas became even more frenetic. Their lips locked and their tongues twined together with just as much **** lust.

Y’shtola knew her past self would be horrified, but her current, improved self knew that this was the best way forward. And really, it wasn’t like they couldn’t figure out a way to solve the aetheric consumption problem. After all, when all the world had been converted to being her Goddess’ tempered thralls, there would be no more conflict, and plenty of more time to research a renewable means of aether. Her pussy spurted at the thought of solving such a complex problem for her Goddess. She might be tempered, but she still enjoyed a good challenge.