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“You run faster than everyone else…so you’re going to have to watch lots of people go away.”
A grieving elf mother’s words to her equally heartbroken daughter, mourning the death of her father. He, a Tall-man, was already aged and withered by the time his half-elf daughter was old enough to form and create memories. He witnessed years of her life while only she could remember a few.
Such a cruel entity called time. It is unfair and unjust to those blessed with longevity. Perhaps that is why the elves keep to themselves. They know short-lived races will only be around in the blink of an eye, so what is the point in connecting with them?
To young Marcille Donato, her mother’s metaphorical statement will ring in the back of her mind for years to come. It will shape her obsession, her desire, and her dream. In a world where every single species shares the same lifespan, now no one will feel left alone. Especially her.
“But you see…”
Darkness. Marcille couldn’t move her body. Her heart pounded in her chest as she could hear the Red Dragon’s roar.
“...even if it means hurting someone else…I want you and my brother to live, Marcille.”
Oh, Falin Touden. Her last words to Marcille. Sweet Falin is willing to risk her life to save two people who are precious to her.
And she did. She died rescuing her brother and teleporting the rest of the team back to the surface. Despite the team’s efforts to save her, Falin Touden died inside the Red Dragon.
But you see even if it means hurting someone else, I want you and my brother to live, Marcille.
Her mother warned her that she would always run faster than everyone else, leaving them behind. Yet Falin, a Tall-woman and a short-lived species, was willing to run even faster to save Marcille’s life (as well as her brother's).
Falin’s words overpowered her mother as Marcille screamed to the Demon, “I’ll be the Lord of the Dungeon so grant my wish right now!”
If Falin is willing to risk her life for her, why can’t Marcille risk her life to make her dream come true?
Oh, because if it was that simple then there would be hundreds of Lords of the Dungeons just creating their little worlds where everyone was happy.
Marcille knew deep down that it was not possible to create the perfect world where everyone may live to be a thousand years old. She knew. Yet the Demon, the Winged Lion, tempted her. It took away her fear, gave her an outfit to feel confident in, and released her to protect those precious to her.
Just as Falin did.
But as Marcille succumbed to the succulent power that granted her every wish, her mother’s words still whispered in the back of her mind:
You run…faster than everyone else…so you’re going to have to watch…lots of people…go away.
You run faster than everyone else…so you’re going to have to watch lots of people…go away.
Yourunfasterthanveryoneelsesoyou’regoingtohavetowatchlotsofpeoplegoaway.
“Wake up, Marcille!” Falin beamed as she walked into the room, carrying flowers and nuts in her arms with a bright smile on her lips. “Wakey wakey!”
It was a dream, Marcille thought as her eyes snapped open to the sound of Falin’s voice. The wisp of her mother’s words faded quickly as the half-elf took in her surroundings. It was late afternoon, a bit warm and stuffy. The room she was taking a nap in was the shared bedroom between her and Falin.
Marcille sat up on the bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She yawned loudly as she cracked her neck from side to side. “What time is it?”
“Six,” Falin answered as she dropped all of the flowers and nuts on a nearby table. “Although, you don’t seem well.” She walked over, leaning down to press her forehead against Marcille’s. “A bit flush. I hope you are not coming down with something. I can fix that real quick.”
“No, I’m fine,” Marcille answered, blushing at how close Falin was. She could smell the flowery and earthy scent she had gotten used to. Her green eyes spotted the white lilies and nuts on the table, making her heart skip a bit. Even after all these years, Falin always went out of her way to get her these gifts. “I had a…that dream again.”
Falin makes a concerned hum, her lips pouting as she says, “That’s the third one this week.”
“It gets less intense the more I have them,” Marcille insisted. “I’m fine, Falin. Really. I just--”
“Marcille,” Falin interupts. A furrow forms on her brow as her lips deepen in a sad frown. A rare look from the kind, gentle woman. Her amber eyes glowed brightly as she opened them, staring intensely at the half-elf. “Please don’t feel responsible and take the blame again. You and Laios have already done enough to bring me back. I am grateful for you two.”
Marcille pointed down to Falin’s legs where fluffs of feathers poked out at the bottom. “Even if you came back a bit different?”
Falin looked down at the feathers with a bit of pride instead of shame. “You like my soft feathers,” she teased softly, earning a giggle from Marcille. Then her voice got a bit low as she whispered, “Even if my anatomy has…changed, I am still me in the end.”
Marcille’s rounded elf ears fell, looking like a dejected puppy. Tears started to form but she did her best to hold them back. “Doesn’t it bother you that not only did I bring you back to life, I also changed your body? I mean, your entire lower half was a dragon! I feel like I…I feel like I v-violated…”
The guilt started to burn. Marcille could remember Shuro’s look of disgust when he found out that Falin was revived with black magic. She saw the inner turmoil play out on his face. He loved Falin too but to use black magic? Even he questioned if he would go that far. He claimed he would, but will he?
“You saved my life. You were willing to hurt others to save us. All I wanted to do was to save your life and bring you back,” Marcille stuttered out slowly as remnants of the dream still haunted her. “But when I tried to, I just made everything worse. When I tried to make my dream come true, it still made everything go wrong again. No matter what I do, I can’t do…I can’t do anything right.”
“Marcille!” Falin called out after listening patiently. She reached out and grabbed Marcille’s shoulders. “What’s done is done, we can’t change that.” Falin nudged her nose against the half-elf’s nose. “But even after all that you went through, look at where we are now. Laios is the king of this kingdom and you weren’t taken away by the elves. You’re here with me. I am here with you. We are together, alive and happy. Aren’t you happy, Marci? Aren’t you happy I am here?”
“I am happy,” Marcille answered, feeling her tears dripping down her cheeks.
“Then that’s all that matters,” Falin insisted, kissing the tears away. “Even if you turned me into a slime, I would still be happy to sit in a bowl for the rest of time as long as I am with you.”
Marcille playful smacked Falin’s arm. “Slime?! Really? You could’ve picked anything but you picked slime? Don’t you remember that the first time I died in the dungeon? It was because I suffocated from a slime!”
Falin lets out a hearty laugh, wrapping her arms around Marcille and taking her down with her onto the bed. She hugged her tightly, snuggling into her blonde hair. “About my changed anatomy…” Marcille froze up. “Sure, it was a bit hard to comprehend the new change but…it’s not like you don’t enjoy it.” Another smack on her arm. “I like it though! It’s different but honestly, it doesn’t change who I am. But it did get me thinking about the future.”
“Future?”
“Your biggest fear was watching your loved ones die before you, right?”
“I mean, yeah, but after Laios defeated the Demon, I have accepted that reality. I accepted Death.”
“Everyone fears death at some point or another but don’t you think that is why we have children? So that our legacy will continue after we die. Your mother married your father and had you. You take after both of them and carry on their memories, especially your father.”
Marcille felt her ears turning red. “Wait, are you suggesting…?”
Falin’s face started to flush as she said, “Even after I am gone, I don’t want you to be lonely so…wouldn’t it be nice to leave you with a little one to remember me by?”
Steam was pouring out of her ears. Marcille’s mind flashed with possible memories of a little Falin or Marcille running around the house. They would grow up and resemble either one of them (hopefully Falin). Or maybe they would have more than one child? Wait, would this mean her mother would be a grandmother? Oh boy, she has been hinting at wanting grandchildren…
“You want to have children with me?” Marcille dumbly asked.
Falin pouted sadly. “Well, if you really want to do it traditionally, I guess I could ask Laios to--”
“No, no, no!” Marcille screamed wildly. “That is NOT what I meant! Please don’t ask Laios to do that!”
Falin’s pout turned into a smile. She hugged Marcille tighter. “Then it’s settled!”
“Eh, just like that?” Marcille gasped. “B-but I don’t think I am ready right now! I would have to deactivate the spell that prevents me from getting pregnant. Then we would have to find room for the baby but we are too busy with helping Laios build the kingdom and we barelyhaveroominthishouseanyways--”
“Not now,” Falin chirped. “When we are ready, okay?”
“Okay,” Marcille answered confidently, feeling a lightness in her heart as she curled up into Falin’s embrace.
“It doesn’t hurt to start practicing while you still have that pregnancy preventive spell on you,” Falin whispered into Marcille’s ear. “And study how it should be done when we do it for real.”
“Oh, now you want to start studying…” If her ears could get any redder, they would. Marcille’s breath hitched as she felt something poking her lower stomach. “Is the idea of making a baby getting you that excited already?”
“Is it for you?”
Marcille bit her lower lips as she felt a rush of excitement travels up her spine. “Yes.”
“Then…can we do it, Marci?” Falin asked shyly. It melted Marcille’s heart. Even after they are more than comfortable with their intimacy, Falin still has the consideration to ask first.
“Yes,” Marcille answered more hoarsely as she pushed her head forward to kiss Falin.
Everything about Falin was perfect. Her lips felt impeccably soft and warm. She tasted like fresh berries after a clean wash. She smelled like bloomed flowers and newly dug earth after the first spring rain. Marcille could get lost in these sensations and create a perfume out of it.
She reached up and ran her fingers through Falin’s ashy blonde hair, digging her fingers into her scalp. The messy locks felt silky to the touch. It was easy to grab a handful of it and tug, earning a muffled groan from the Tall-woman.
In response, Falin’s hands started to wander across Marcille’s petite body, tugging off any article of clothes that got in the way. It seemed that Falin was quite eager because Marcille could feel a wave of fresh air nipping her heated flesh a few minutes later. In just a short amount of time, Marcille lay bare and nude underneath Falin, who looked at her hungrily.
Marcille’s body held up to Elven standards. She had a thin, delicate build; not too much muscle nor too little. Elves were known to want to appear fragile, but then turn it around and reveal their true strength. Well, Marcille can do headspins and that takes a lot of core strength to do.
Golden hazy eyes admired every inch of the half-elf woman below; from Marcille’s flat stomach to her slender waist, up to her shapely breasts that were not too big for small, just enough for Falin to cup them perfectly in her hand. In which she did, gently caressing Marcille’s breast as tender as she can be. She squeezed it, relishing in how soft it felt. Her thumb circled a hardened pink nipple, flicking it a couple of times.
“F-Falin,” Marcille whimpered, arching her back so that her chest was closer. Falin responded by performing the same movements with the other breast, giving it the same attention.
“One day, these are going to nurture a child of our own,” Falin whispered, now using two hands to massage Marcille’s chest. “I wonder if they’ll get nice and big so that you can breastfeed our child?”
“F-Falin,” Marcille squeaked embarrassingly. She was going to retort but Falin started to pinch at her nipples, twirling them in small circles. It sent pleasurable sensations down her body, all the way to her clenching toes.
“I should check to make sure they can produce milk properly,” Falin says before suckling a nipple. Her lips clasp onto it, pulling it into her mouth. She licked the tip with jabbing motions before circling it. Then she released it and performed the same routine to the other nipple.
Meanwhile, Marcille was letting out soft whimpers. Her clit throbbed with every lap of Falin’s tongue on her nipple. Her core clenched wildly, desperate and empty. A part of her was getting embarrassed that she was being ‘checked on’ but it also ignited a maternal desire within her. If her mate was happy with her breasts, then that also makes her happy.
Wait, mate? Oh boy, something was awakening in Marcille.
Falin nuzzled her nose against the tip of Marcille’s breast, scenting it. She purred as she did the same to the other breast. “They’re perfect.”
“Hurry,” Marcille begged, rocking her hips upwards. “Please.”
“Marcille,” Falin cooed. “You look so cute when you beg for me.”
Falin discarded her clothes as quickly as she did to Marcille. The Tall-woman was curvier than Marcille. Her hips were wider, splaying out with more than enough room to grab. Her chest, which was something that many girls at the Magic School started to envy once Falin developed them, was perfectly round and bulky. They jiggled and swayed, almost as if they had a mind of their own. To be honest, they were better suited to breastfeed than Marcille’s.
Then there were the white feathers and scales scattered on her body, mostly on her lower half. Honestly, Marcille enjoyed how well they mesh and integrated with Falin’s body. It didn’t look out of place. It was as if she always had them her entire life. They were soft to the touch and elegantly placed so that they cascaded down her legs like a stream of water.
In between her legs was where the thick dragonesque cock rested in all of its glory, straightened out like a quiver. It glowed a bright, shameful red. It twitched under Marcille’s heated gaze. A thick ooze of precum dribbled out from the tip. The head of cock was flared with little bumps, making it look like a red sunflower. It was a proud eight inches too.
It gave Marcille a mixture of admiration and guilt. She knew she was the reason why Falin had this appendage added to her. Magic, especially black magic, was one of those things that you can never fully predict the outcome. While Marcille’s magic resurrected Falin, it also mixed her up with the Red Dragon’s blood, turning her into a Chimera later on. While this was more on the part of the Lunatic Magician, Marcille still felt it was her doing that started it.
But, as Falin said, if she accepted it then Marcille shouldn’t feel guilty about it. How could she when Falin knew how to use it well?
“Marci,” Falin teased. She reached out to catch the droplets of wetness emanating from between Marcille’s legs. Her fingers slid in between soaked folds, delving inside to capture as much sweetness they could find. Once she had enough, she took her fingers out, playing with the fluids as if it were a texture she never felt before. “You’re so ready for me.”
“Oh god please, I need you,” Marcille moaned as she stared helplessly. Her insides were aching painfully.
Two of Falin’s fingers pushed inside of Marcille, drilling and jabbing in all the right places. They curved and bucked against the spongy areas, rubbing intensely. Heat spread across Marcille’s body. Her inner walls clamped around Falin’s fingers, desperate to keep them inside. It wasn’t what she wanted but her body craved for anything of Falin to enter. Marcille squeezed tight, relishing how two fingers were enough to send her into a euphoric state.
“I-I have to make sure you're ready,” Falin panted as she jammed her fingers as deep as they could go inside Marcille. The half-elf’s body jerked in compliance.
“I’m ready,” Marcille pleaded, spreading her legs farther as a way to prove her devotion. “Please, I’m ready.”
Taking the fingers out, Falin ran them along her hard cock, stroking it up and down to spread Marcille’s wetness all over it. Even doing such a vulgar display, Falin always made it seem so graceful. The half-elf’s green eyes watched every jerk of Falin’s wrist moving back and forth. After what seemed like a hot minute, Falin finally gripped the base of her dragonesque cock, aligning it with Marcille’s entrance.
The taller woman leaned over, hovering over Marcille’s petite frame. Her eyes glowed brightly, almost the same shade as the burning sun. Falin rubbed the tip of cock against Marcille’s twitching hole, hissing at the sensation of the hot wetness. It wasn’t as if this was the first time, but the thought that one night they may do the real deal excited Falin. She could already imagine how full and round Marcille would get.
“Marci,” Falin keened with an unusually heated grin. “I’m going to breed you and get you pregnant.”
Before Marcille could respond, Falin pushed inside with little to no resistance. She still went slow, sliding in each inch with careful ease. Marcille was used to Falin’s size but it always felt as if it was the first time whenever they did it. The stretch was deliciously painful, a searing burn that left her wanting more. After the worst of it was over, Marcille only wanted Falin to move so that she could feel every friction of that eight-inch cock scraping her insides.
With a swift kick of her heel into Falin’s backside, the Tall-woman started to go faster. Her hips jutted against Marcille, slamming eight inches inside before pulling it out. Until only the head of the red cock remained inside, Falin thrusted back inside, delving into that precious, tight heat. Marcille’s inner walls sealed around her, almost threatening to cut it off with how tight it was. Falin grunted loudly as she wrestled with that tightness. Her cock speared in and out, rapidly with wanton abandon.
Marcille was pressed into the bed, practically being stamped into it. Her green eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt every inch split her open. It felt that this time, Falin was serious about studying how deep she needed to be to properly impregnate her.
“You’re going to look so beautiful once you are filled up,” Falin whimpered, shoving her cock as deep as it can go. She could feel every muscle massaging her aching cock, trying to pull something out of her. “So full and big, carrying my child.” Those velvet walls clenched. “Or children.”
“F-Fuck, I’ll carry as many as you want,” Marcille moaned. “I’ll give you the whole damn litter.”
Falin seemed excited by the phrase ‘litter’. It gave into her deepest, carnal desire. She rutted into Marcille’s cunt with more vigor and eagerness. “I’m close, Marci.”
“Give it to me.”
After a few more powerful thrusts, Marcille felt white-hot heat fill her insides until she couldn’t take it anymore. It dripped out of her, staining the bed below. She knew there had to be a pool of white underneath them. Falin was whimpering softly, rocking her hips until every last drop was released.
It would take a few more minutes until Falin pulled out, leaving behind quite a mess. Marcille sighed tiredly. She was spent but also full of seed. Her inner walls ached and she knew was going to be sore in the morning. “Falin, why can’t you put this kind of effort into your actual studies when we were at Magic School?”
“They weren’t as fun as this,” Falin chirped, resting beside Marcille as the big spoon.
Marcille looked down at the mess they made. “I don’t think you need any more practice.”
“So we can do the real deal?”
“N-No!”
“Okay, if you really want to do it the old-traditional way…”
“No, no, no! That is NOT what I meant, Falin!”