“I am so fucking excited,” Strea said, practically bouncing as she and Rita sat down in their seats. “I can see that, babe,” Rita said, giggling. Earlier that day, they had crossed into the Burning Realm, and after a quick change of clothes, they had come to the Prairie Lumbre Train Station. They had bought their tickets for a train ride to Marleigh Mill Creek, an hour before it departed. Before boarding the train, however, Strea had spent twenty minutes examining as much

 Theresah was, in a word, upset – upset that she had been tricked. Melody, on the other hand, was in bliss. Sure, Lauren had done turnabout on them, but bathing her and then melting her into actual cum was an overly enjoyable experience for Melody, not to mention the anal bombardment earlier. Although they shared the same form as one gloopy mass (that had inexplicably increased after they swore they had been ejaculated into another body), they did not share thoughts, remaining as

 Through Grecinma’s streets, past its walls, off the road and into the hilly plains beyond, Melody carried Lauren over her shoulder, while Theresah jaunted behind. Both Melody and Theresah wore only cloaks, to have some decency in case they were spotted on their exit from the city. They gave Lauren no such decency. Out far from the roads and past any farms, only the rolling hills were in sight. Lauren’s one boon was that Melody and Theresah had wasted around two hours out of sev

 “Like seriously, it’s only been a week or so from this realm’s point-of-view,” Lauren said, drinking her next shot of whiskey. “How did a fucking stupid band of outlaws already move in?” The other patrons had returned to their normal activities, if uneased. “There’s packs of the vermin all over,” Circe said, knocking back beer, “just waiting to spring up.” “If I had to guess, they probably heard that Grantview’s population was shrink

 Lauren, Nadalia, Giselle, Melody, Theresah, Foa, Alba, Terrica, and Su entered into a cramped chamber with Valentina nowhere to be found. With a swift look around, Lauren recognized the carved-out room they were in and the stone archway behind them. Lauren, Nadalia, and Melody shared a look. Lauren smelled smoke. At the behest of Lauren, Nadalia, and Melody, the other six followed them up through a narrow passage into a singed library and out onto the burned streets of La Zanja. Valentina

 Of all the spots in the Core Realm at which the gate could have placed them, the forecourt of the Overchurch was not one on her theorized list – especially when the forecourt was crowded with civilians and occupied by a makeshift platform on which the High Priestesses and a cursory number of Guard-Knights, including Head Commander Phamen, stood. The latter had their weapons at the ready, pointed towards the gate. At first, the stunned expressions of the crowd and the Protective Core

 It was six days after leaving the Palace of Progress and two days before the explorers would land on their destination. At a request from Lauren, Harland had granted Doctor Gene, Doctor McLain, Engineer Urashima, and Researcher Bredbury along with their works, notes, and materials the time to go with Lauren and company so that the former could continue offering their assistance to the explorers. Oflehxun was being kept under guard. Delagai+ and Lauren were not on speaking terms. And, Valen

 Three-quarters of a league from Rita’s camp, far out anyone’s vision range, Lauren and Nadalia were alone. Lauren’s cloak was spread out over the ground. Both were nude. Nadalia was on her hands and knees, and Lauren was sitting behind her. Lauren lightly squeezed Nadalia’s buttocks. Lauren leaned forward and licked Nadalia’s vulva, making the naked knight shudder. Lauren pried her lover’s lower cheeks apart and licked Nadalia’s anus. Then, she stu

 Later in the day, Lauren sat on the edge of her bed going over her potion supply for the fifth time since the incident. Nadalia sat in one of the chairs, rereading one of the books she had taken from Captain Vice’s stash. Lauren looked up from her potion-counting. “So, would you do it with Foa again?” Lauren asked Nadalia. Nadalia looked over at Lauren. “If given fair warning next time – and less… explosive buttocks – then yes,” Nadalia answered. 

 Everyone stared as Strea drank an entire bottle of olive oil. The seven strutters sat in frivolous chairs in the La Portadora office of the Aurori Family. It was less extravagant and money-marked than Donna Alba’s Yewleek office, but it had the same design and layout of furnishings. Alba Aurori sat behind a desk of sequoia wood, smoking a cigar, drinking tequila. Her gas mask rested on the corner of that desk. Lauren pondered if the mob boss carried it with her from place to place as

 The establishment that lay before them was a two sub-story amalgamation of speakeasy, casino, and music club. One entered the emporium of vice and municipal opposition onto the second level, a square-ring that overlooked the main area, which also contained several private rooms (some little more than curtain-covered booths). The walls were polished redwood, and the floor was covered in a fine red carpet. Swooping curtains of red and black hung from the ceiling and bridged thin white column

 After hours of discussion, the travelers realized that most of the guests were no longer in the area, so they commandeered the inn for themselves. They took a stack of unleavened bread and salted perch to snack upon for another three hours of discussion, after which they divided up the rooms and went their separate ways for the night. Lauren and Nadalia, of course, took one room for the both of them. After getting their gear settled, Lauren and Nadalia began to strip. Lauren got to nudity

Lauren
fervently kissed at Nadalia’s vagina. In the correct room, on the
bed, Lauren and Nadalia were enjoying each other’s company the
sexual way, with Lauren’s face buried between Nadalia’s legs.
Lauren filled her vision with her second favorite lips in order to
overwhelm and drive out the image of her brother’s own sexual
activity. Nadalia was reclining on her elbows, nodding at slow
speeds. Lauren praised her knight by spelling Nadalia’s name with
her tongue. She could sense Nada

“I
don’t know what you did,” Mor said as she returned to the rovers,
her belly’s occupant thrashing, “but it helped a fucking lot.
I’ll be done with him come
deep night.” She scratched her chest. “So, since the trickster
didn’t make you into dust, I suppose introductions can be made now.
I am Mor nighean Caimshròn, cobbler by trade,” she raised her left
foot to tap the fur boot, “bounty-seeker whenever I feel like it.”
“Already
said it, but Lauren,” Lauren reintrodu

When Lauren finished kissing Nadalia, she wandered over to where the Druid had dropped her clothes. As she outfitted herself, Strea helped Rita get to her feet. Valentina lay ten paces away, her middle expanded.






“I knew our gracious goddess would be able to save us,” said Tristi.






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Lauren and her friends stood outside La Zanja’s East Physician’s Office. Lauren’s arms were crossed with anxiousness. Her foot tapped on the wooden boards of the building’s porch. Valentina was inside, being looked over by the physician.

Lauren had carried Valentina herself all the way to the office – on recommendation from the people working in the Center for Justice – after Valentina collapsed in front of them.

“So y’all still haven’t told me where y’all’re from,” said Betsy-Ann.






“We…” said Nadalia.






“I’m just going to rip the bandage off this one,” said Lauren. “We’re from a different world entirely.” Betsy-Ann t

Valentina’s
belly was a small bubble, for Lauren kept cumming, into the night.
Lauren had made sure Strea would not absorb them with her bowels when
the farmer realized (between lusty thoughts) that she and Valentina
were going to be inside Strea for a considerable amount of time.
Strea had several orgasms, brought on by either from their being
inside her intestines or from her being inside Rita’s womb.
Valentina had gone on a rant for the first ten minutes they spent in
Strea’s bowels, bu

Lauren
collected sap from the ash tree in one of her many empty vials and
sealed the small glass container to stow it in her bag. Strea was
rubbing her stomach. Rita was sitting cross-legged on Strea’s left.
Valentina was tuning her guitar. Lauren took her flint and steel out
of her bag, piled the fallen twigs and leaves from the tree at its
base and set the pile on fire. The fire spread to the tree. The
others quickly took notice of Lauren’s fire-starting.
“Aw,
why’d you do that?”
Va