Veyra left the camp in the hands of Resh and pretended to dash off in the opposite direction from the Estate. Resh pressured her to leave, warning that the commotion would have already come to the attention of the Empire, who would dispatch sorceresses immediately. The whole battle had only taken around half an hour, not bad for her first one. Veyra eventually circled around to a hill overlooking Hela's home. The scene was beautiful, and the sun was just lightening the sky. She sat down on a log, but the scratchy bark reminded her she didn't have any clothes on and she moved to the grass. She needed moment to process what had just happened. She didn't want to think about the boy. She felt amazing as Veyra, and she had just successfully fulfilled her dream for the first time. She killed the evil sorceresses with ease, and they turned out to be even more evil than she had imagined. She felt so alive and so happy. She didn't even feel guilty for draining Corin. She only felt guilty from the vague connection with Taryn's death at the college, but she pressed Taryn and the poor boy out of her mind. She was still chiding herself for her foolhardy foray into the wild. What a stupid thing to do. She was clearly lacking experience and skill, something she needed desperately. Her body and her power were overwhelmingly strong, but she was ignorant of many things. It could be that a more skilled sorceress could simply lock her in another dimension, she had no idea what she could be ignorant of. She needed to ease into this, no more rash excursions into the unknown.

   She was absentmindedly palming the weight of her cock as she looked at her home, pondering the events of the night. She almost didn't want to go back. Hela could just disappear into this new life and never exist again. She quickly dismissed those feelings as she thought about her friends and her mothers. No, Hela would go back, but it was becoming apparent that Hela would soon be the Mask on Veyra's life and not the other way around. Could she live like that? She was already so different that no one would recognize who she was anymore, and she had been very different for a long time now. Ever since she had discovered the secret of the ring, she had ever so slowly turned into a different person. "Ah", she said out loud as she squeezed her cock. "I have a new dream", she said and stood as her cock hardened. "I'll be Hela for now, but one day I will become so powerful that no one can stop Hela from becoming Veyra. If I change the world, I won't be bound by my friendships and my loyalty. They will be bound to me". She released a burst of joyful laughter at her new plan. "I will become the Empress. Or maybe something more! Let them keep their thrones and laws!"

  She was still laughing as she started walking to her home and released her modifications. Then she was quiet Hela, and her girlish laugh only sounded powerful to her. She remembered she was naked again and quickly slipped back into the Estate and flitted to her room without detection. She cleaned her body and crept into bed for a short nap. She didn't really need sleep any longer, but it was still relaxing to her mind, and she had quite a busy night.

   Maelle quietly opened the door to Hela's room, her linen dress and apron carrying the scent of fresh-baked bread from the kitchen. Hela loved waking up to Maelle's quiet presence and the smells of her kitchen were spun with the seasonal delicacies she created this time of the year. It was her own special kind of magic, more powerful than some magic spells in many ways. Maelle crept over to Hela's side, whispering Hela's name gently. Maelle nudged her shoulder and drew back the blankets. She gasped slightly, she wasn't prepared to see Hela's healthy naked body. Hela's breasts were not large, but they were much larger and womanlier than before. Hela sat up, trying to mimic some of her old mannerisms, but she wasn't exhausted or starving for energy any longer.

  Maelle gawked. "Care to explain this?" She gestured down Hela's body as she got out of bed and stretched. She was a picture of nubile beauty, and turned as Maelle was gesturing. Maelle's eyes fell on her cock and she fully gasped. "Hela!", she exclaimed. "What is going on??" Hela blushed and looked innocent. "I didn't want to tell you in a letter", Hela said. "I'm not sure how much you know about what goes on at the college, but it made me healthier over time. I don't really know how to explain it except that my body seemed to gain enough exposure to mana to go thru a delayed puberty. It progressed while I was sleeping on two separate occasions."

  Maelle was still gawking. "I know you said that you were better, but I never expected this!" She started smiling and clapping. "This is wonderful!! Liza will be so pleased!!" Hela blushed again. "Are you able to use mana now?", Maelle asked. "No. Not in the traditional way at least." Maelle looked puzzled. "I'm able to use some body modifications w-w-while I-I'm....", Hela started blushing profusely and stammered to a standstill. "I mean, we developed some techniques at the college that allowed me to use mana in a symbiotic kind of way." Hela nodded at the success of her technical explanation. Maelle looked at her with an amused expression. "Dear, you mean when you're getting fucked?" Hela choked on air as she inhaled sharply. Maelle laughed, "I know what goes on there and what your position is. You were sent there as a cock socket. That's what we used to call custodians. Please, dear. You're still a sorceress, even if you're not using mana. Remember, I'm married to one. You would die if you had been in the room the night you were conceived. Now that you're an adult, we can talk more openly. It was an insane orgy. There were probably ten wives in the room with Liza if that tells you anything. Come on now, let's go get some breakfast and talk shop. You surely have had more cock than me at this point, you have to tell me everything."

   Hela stood with her mouth open as Maelle walked out carrying Hela's laundry, still chattering on about cocks. She poked her head back around the door to gestured at Hela to follow. Hela slipped on a robe and remembered to close her mouth about half-way to the kitchen. They talked like old friends for hours, Hela growing more comfortable the more honey cakes she ate. Apparently, her mother was a huge slut. Hela had never known. They had kept that whole area of the world from her life as much as possible, concerned she would be depressed if she had known about the life she would never be able to lead. Hela mentioned that she could produce essence now and Maelle leapt out of her chair, dancing with joy. "That means you may be able to have children! Grandchildren!!", she spun and laughed, pretending to hold a baby in her arms. "Liza will be so excited!". Hela held up her hands. "Please mother, we don't know that!" 

  Hela spent hours telling her mother about her escapades, generally watering down the lurid details. She still didn't feel right talking to her mother like this. Maelle was having a wonderful time. At the end, Hela finished with the events around the Empress's visit. Maelle sat there dumbfounded. "This is unbelievable", she just kept muttering. Every time she repeated it her brow furrowed with more lines of worry. "I never thought this would happen", she said. "This could mean you will be taken by the Empress. This is bad. We need to talk to Liza as soon as possible."

   Liza was gone for three weeks to a symposium in the capital where arch sorceresses gathered to debate the finer points of magic, her letters from the road were full of scholarly excitement with brief mentions of missing home, the ink precise and unemotional as always, the parchment sealed with the house sigil that Hela traced with her finger, a reminder of her lineage. Maelle left the next week to spend a few days visiting her sister in the valley, a trip planned long before Hela's arrival. The human's freckled face apologetic as she hugged her goodbye, auburn curls tickling Hela's cheek. She left a basket of honey-cakes as a parting gift, her brown eyes warm with love as she promised to return soon.

  Hela had the estate to herself, the sprawling grounds of House Liza's ancestral home feeling vast and empty in the absence of its usual inhabitants, a solitude that wrapped around her like a cloak of opportunity, allowing her to breathe freely. The west wing was quiet, the halls echoing with Hela's soft footsteps as she wandered from room to room, the stone floors cool under her bare feet. The estate's wards hummed faintly like a distant lullaby, protecting the grounds from intruders but allowing the natural sounds of night to filter through, creating a serene backdrop for her plans.

 She needed uninterrupted time to forge her mask, to step into the role of Veyra without eyes watching or questions asked. The isolation was a gift that let her experiment without the fear of discovery that had plagued her at the college, where every glow or change might draw notice from her friends or professors. The west wing itself was a suite of rooms now hers alone. A bedchamber, a private bath with mana-heated water that steamed gently in the tub, a small lab adjoining with tools arrayed neatly on the oak workbench, silver wire coils gleaming, moonstones in racks glowing opalescent like captured moonlight, styluses with crystal tips for rune work lying ready beside vials of essence shimmering like liquid stars in their holders.

    On the morning after Maelle's departure, Hela slipped out before sunrise, the estate still loosely wrapped in night's quiet rest, the sky a deep indigo fading to violet at the edges where the sun hinted at its rise, stars winking out one by one as if bowing to the coming light. She wore only a large cloak for the journey, dragging on the ground behind her. She only had on the ring, the silver band warm against her skin. She left her polished boots left behind to avoid noise on the stone paths, her bare feet padding softly as she dashed into the forest with raw speed, mana burning in her legs, the power surging and propelling her through the trees. The forest was alive but quiet at this hour, deer stirring in the underbrush but freezing as she passed with a whoosh, her form a shadow among the ancient oaks, any footsteps lost in the rush of wind.

  She found a secluded glade, ringed by ancient oaks whose branches intertwined overhead like a natural canopy that blocked the fading stars, the ground soft with moss and fallen leaves that cushioned her steps like a carpet woven from the forest itself, the air still and scented with pine, earth, and the faint dew that clung to everything. She waited, standing in the center, listening to the fading night. The rustle of small animals in the brush scurrying away, the hoot of a distant owl calling to its mate, the whisper of wind in the branches rustling leaves. The glade isolated, no human or animal to witness.

   She let the change ripple through her, starting with a deep breath. The mana was flowing like warm water through her veins, her body responding with tingles as the growth began. Height surged, her head brushing low branches that she ducked with a curse. Shoulders broadened, the mana weaving muscle across her frame, arms corded with strength that rippled under her skin as she flexed experimentally.   The growing curves added a feminine power that she ran her hands over, feeling the firmness and give, swaying her hips, the motion graceful and commanding, the excitement building as her body filled out.

  Breasts swelled outward with a warm expansion that made her chest heave, the weight pulling pleasantly forward, the skin stretching smooth and taut over the fullness, thick dark nipples already hard and sensitive, pebbling further as the cool air brushed them sending sparks to her core that made her moan softly. She couldn't stop her hands from cupping them to feel weight, the nipples rolling under her thumbs with jolts of pleasure that hardened her cock, the sensation making her laugh with delight at the responsiveness.

  And the cock. She kept it modest by her new standards. Nine-and-a-half inches when hard, the length extending from her mound with a throb that made her gasp. It was hard the instant the transformation finished, the mana surge making it stand proud, the head flared and dripping essence that glowed faintly violet in the low morning light. She got it swaying as she shifted her weight. She looked down at it. Thick, proud, curved upward like a war-sword, and she laughed, the sound rich in her new voice. “Gods, I’m sexy,” she said, her tone confident, the words rolling out and making birds flutter from branches in surprise.

   She was Veyra now. Glorious, unstoppable, her form standing tall in the glade, the dawning sun bathing her and highlighting every curve and muscle, the ash-blonde hair falling to her waist in waves that caught the light like silk threads, her blue eyes piercing with a glow from within, her heavy breasts heaving with excited breaths. Her ass flexed as she leapt, the ground cracking slightly with a pop that sent dirt flying and shot across the trees with a whoosh that rustled the oaks violently, leaves swirling in her wake. The glade was falling away below as she soared higher, the wind whipping her hair and body, her laughter trailing behind, her heavy breasts bouncing with the ascent, her cock slapping against her thigh, the freedom making her whoop in joy, the landscape blurring below. Fields of lavender waving like purple seas, rivers shimmering with clear waters, villages stirring with early lights like fireflies.

  She streaked west, leaping across the countryside. She was cloaked in dawn mist, the thrill of speed and transformation building as warming fog brushed her skin. She landed outside one of the towns near the college just after sunrise, the impact soft on a grassy hill overlooking the outskirts of the small village. Her control was finer now after many nights of practice, the grass bending but not breaking under her feet. The town was stirring, the merchants opening stalls in the square with clatters of wood and metal, the scent of fresh bread and spiced meats wafting up on the morning breeze, humans and sorceresses going about their days under the Empire's protection. Their homes were humble, the college's spires visible in the distance like fingers reaching for the sun, the air alive with the calls of vendors.

  First stop was the blacksmith, a sturdy shop on the edge of town with a sign of crossed hammers swinging in the breeze, the forge fire already roaring with a whoosh of bellows, the air heavy with the clang of hammer on anvil and the smell of hot metal, coal, and sweat. Hela had heard of this place from a fellow college student, the niece of the blacksmith. There was a sweaty human woman with arms like bridge cables standing at the forge, her leather apron scarred from countless sparks, her face smudged with soot, her short hair tied back with a rag, her eyes widening as Veyra walked in spreading open her cloak. Her cock was swinging proudly between her thighs, heavy breasts bouncing with each confident step, the nine-and-a-half inches leading the way like a banner of conquest, curved upward and already half-hard from the thrill of her new form.

  The smith’s eyes went wide, her hammer pausing mid-strike on a glowing sword blank, the clang cutting off abruptly with a hiss as she plunged it into the quench bucket, steam rising like a veil. Her gaze was raking over Veyra's form, her broad shoulders flexing with power, corded arms that could bend steel, heavy breasts with dark nipples softening in the forge's heat, cock throbbing slightly as Veyra stopped at the counter.

 “Need a ring,” Veyra said, her voice rough northern thunder that echoed in the shop, making tools rattle on shelves and the forge fire flare brighter. “Thick. Strong. It should be able to fit over something like this one.” She handed the blacksmith a ring similar to her own magic ring, the silver band plain with a cheap glass gem set into it. It was one of her own rings Under the forge light, her eyes locked on the smith's face, a predatory grin curving her lips as she saw how affected the woman was by her appearance.

  The smith swallowed hard, her throat bobbing visibly, nodding as she set down the hammer with a clunk that echoed, her eyes flicking down to the cock several times before meeting Veyra's piercing blue gaze, a flush creeping up her neck under the soot. "Y-yes, ma'am. Measurements?" she asked, her voice steady but her hands trembling slightly as she grabbed a measuring tape from a hook, approaching cautiously around the counter, the heat from the forge making Veyra's skin glisten with a sheen of sweat that highlighted every muscle and curve. The cheap ring clearly would not fit Veyra's finger. The magic ring already on her finger was designed for a sorceress, but Veyra didn't want to show it to the blacksmith. She currently had the moonstone spun under her finger and kept that hand absently petting her cock.

  Veyra held out her finger, the smith wrapping the tape around it, her calloused hands brushing Veyra's skin, the touch sending a spark that made the smith flush deeper, her breath quickening as she noted the size, her eyes darting down again to the cock that throbbed visibly, essence beading at the flared head. "Steel or silver? Enchanted?" the smith asked, her voice husking slightly, her arms flexing as she adjusted the tape, the proximity making her sweat, the scent of her arousal mixing with the forge's smoke.

  "Steel, but needs to be enchanted to adjust for body modification", Veyra growled, her hand beginning to stroke her cock, the length hardening further to its full nine-and-a-half, curved upward like a saber, the veins pulsing, the smith watching transfixed, her work forgotten for a moment as Veyra's heavy breasts heaved with a laugh. "But for payment... how about a fuck instead of coin? You look like you could use one, smith. Should be worth more to you than a cheap steel ring."

  The smith's eyes widened further, her grizzled face flushing under the soot, but a grin cracked her lips, her arms flexing as she set the tape down. "Deal. If you can handle a woman who forges steel for a living," she said, her voice rough with challenge, stripping her apron and leathers with efficient movements, revealing a muscular body scarred from burns, her breasts firm from labor.

  Veyra laughed, low and delighted, stepping forward to grab the smith's arms, pulling her close, their bodies pressing. Veyra's heavy breasts almost in the Smith's face, her cock rubbing against the smith's belly. "I'd usually want to see the ring first, but let's see if you can take a stormblade," Veyra growled, pushing the smith against the anvil, the metal warm from the forge, the smith's back arching over it as Veyra's hands roamed, cupping her breasts roughly, pinching nipples hard that made the smith gasp, her calloused hands gripping Veyra's ass, squeezing her round cheeks.

  Veyra knelt, spreading the smith's legs with strong hands, her mouth latching onto the smith's clit with a wet suck, tongue swirling while fingers thrust into her pussy, curling deep to hit spots that made the smith moan loudly as she gripped the anvil. Veyra's suction pulled hard, the smith's clit throbbing in her mouth. The smith came fast, body tensing, the smith's moans filling the shop.

  Veyra stood, her cock hard and dripping. She flipped the smith over the anvil, ass up, lining up the thick head of her cock against her dripping entrance. She thrust in deep with one snap, the girth stretching her with a burn that made the smith scream in pleasure, her walls yielding.

  Veyra fucked her—hard, fast, merciless, hips slamming with slaps that rang like hammer on anvil, her heavy breasts bouncing with each thrust, her arms holding the smith's hips, pulling her back onto the length, the curved cock hitting deep that made the smith convulse. She let the essence flow, feeding her refinement.

   The smith came instantly as Veyra's cock expanded inside, her body arching like a bow, essence exploding from her pussy, squeezed out around Very's cock and painted the forge floor with their combined contributions. Veyra kept going, thrusts relentless, the curved cock scraping walls with each pull, the smith's screams turning to laughs. She dumped load after load of luminous essence into the smith, filling her with pressure that made her belly swell slightly. The smith’s body was repeatedly locking in orgasm after orgasm.

   The smith shot off Veyra’s cock like a wet rocket, her body convulsing on the forge floor, essence pouring from the smith's cunt in a glowing river. The smith was wrecked, her scarred body trembling, her powerful arms limp. Veyra grinned, stroking her still-hard cock. "Payment enough?" The smith nodded weakly, laughing. "More than enough... Gods, come back anytime."

  A few hours later Veyra came back and walked out with a heavy steel band, perfect cover for the moonstone, the fit snug but secure, Hela's last identifying mark hidden beneath the unassuming metal. The smith was left breathless at the door, fanning herself with her hands as she recovered from the work and Veyra's cock. The moonstone was hidden. The secret was safe.

  She strode through the town square, her cock briefly glimpsed as it swayed out from her cloak with each step. Her heavy breasts made bouncing appearances as well. Her hips swaying with flared confidence, she wasn't hiding anything. She was Veyra. People stared. Merchants pausing mid-haggle with wide eyes, humans ducking behind stalls in awe and fear, some drooling openly at the sight of her form, a few cocks hardening under robes as sorceresses watched from cafe tables, their conversations stopping. Veyra basked in it, her blue eyes scanning the crowd with a predatory grin, her voice booming as she laughed at a gawking vendor selling fruits, "Eyes up here, lad. Or down there, your choice, but don't drop your apples!" The square erupted in nervous laughter, the attention fueling her, the power making her cock twitch, dripping a glowing trail on the cobblestones that sizzled and glowed faintly.

  Hela was a new person. Veyra the Stormblade. The boisterous, crass, northern arch sorceress, her manner rough but charismatic, drawing eyes and whispers as she moved. She stopped at a tailor and spent some coin on clothes and pack. Her new outfit was a standard cut, but on her it was scandalous. It was a mid-thigh length loose fitting skirt, loose and short enough to let her cock peek out or lift the fabric as needed, and a top to match. The top was ill-fitting, strained, and lifted by her breasts so that a person who was short enough could get a good glimpse of her breasts from underneath. She put her cloak in the flat pack and slung its loop into a loose belt around her hips. She let her long ash-blonde hair fall around her shoulders. She was a sight to behold.

 She went to an armorer next. She didn't need armor, but she always thought she would like to wear it. She purchased a chainmail skirt that had strips of scale armor hanging down from her belt along her hips and down the front and back and stopped mid-thigh. She bought a leather cuirass that barely covered her breasts, and that had metal cups restraining her nipples. It had metal scales that covered her sides and shoulders and dangled below her breasts. Bracers for her forearms, and she was done.

 She walked out after spending her last coin and pondered her next move. She thought about a weapon, but that might draw too much attention, and she really didn't have any training. She noticed several other armed sorceresses heading into a building that looked like a tavern with a small training field behind it. "It must be a guild", she thought. She may be able to join and take on adventures to earn some more money. Even though she was out of the money she brought with her, she wasn't lacking. However, this might be a great opportunity to get experience and earn a living. 

 She walked  straight to the Adventurers’ Guild, the building a sturdy hall of stone and timber on the square's edge, banners of slain beasts, dragon scales, coven banners were hanging from the eaves like trophies, the door open to the morning bustle, the air inside thick with the scent of ale, sweat, and mana evaporating from broken enchanted gear tested in brawls. The hall was packed with sorceresses of all kinds. Mercenaries in scarred leathers sharpening blades with rhythmic scrapes, scholarly women in tattered robes poring over maps with glowing quills, and off-duty guards nursing ales with cocks half-hard from tall tales of conquests. The conversations were loud with boasts and laughter.

   She knocked a fist on the registration counter by the door; her voice was subdued but carrying across the room. 
“Register me. Combat duties only”, she demanded, her green eyes locking on the clerk. She was a mousy sorceress with short brown hair and wide eyes behind spectacles, her indigo robe rumpled from night shift, her quill pausing mid-note. If she had been to the college, she looked like she would have been a custodian.

  The clerk looked up and froze, her gaze raking over Veyra's tall audacious form. Veyra's broad shoulders were flexing with power, with corded arms that looked like they could bend steel, heavy breasts straining to erupt from the confines of her armor. Her hands were on the counter, flared hips swaying behind her, round ass curved perfectly, and the thick, half-hard cock swinging between her legs, throbbing slightly as it squeezed gently between her thighs as Veyra shifted.

  Behind her, a tall, scarred sorceress approached.  Her face was marked with rune scars from duels, her body athletic under leathers and bulged with her own refinement, her dark hair cropped short. She stepped forward, her dark eyes narrowing but gleaming with interest, her cock already half-hard under her pants, pushing against the fabric with a visible bulge as she watched Veyra's swinging ass and cock.

“Test first,” the scarred sorceress said, her voice rough with authority and a hint of challenge. "My name is Thesa. Captain Thesa. You can duel with me". She drew her blade, a mana-forged steel sword that no longer glowed, the edge battered from countless impacts. It was likely a valuable weapon if it could be repaired. “Arena. Now.” She pointed using her sword at a door with stairs leading down into a basement.

  The guild hall murmured, all eyes on Veyra as they followed to an underground proving ground, the descent down stone stairs lit by torches flickering in brackets, the air cooler and smelling of sweat, blood, and old mana from past tests. The circle of reinforced stone below was well worn, the floor scarred from countless fights, sand scattered to soak up spills.

  Thesa drew her blade fully again, the old steel singing, her stance ready with feet planted wide, her leathers tight over her muscular form, her cock now fully hard, tenting her pants prominently, her scarred face set in determination.

  Veyra grinned, her heavy breasts heaving with a laugh that echoed in the arena, her nine-and-a-half inches erect and swaying as she circled. She held back. They had a good short spar, and Veyra pretended to falter slightly as her bracers blocked a particularly snappy sword slash, but a quick charge with a flick of her wrist and Thesa was on her back with a thud that shook the sand. Her blade skittered across the floor with a clang that rang off the walls. Thesa's cock was fully hard and leaking essence through her pants, her scarred body heaving with shock, her dark eyes wide as she watched Veyra's tits wobble back and forth with the speed of her movement.

   The hall went dead silent, the onlookers whispering. Mercenaries leaning on walls, sorceresses frozen in awe, whispers starting "Who is she?" "That power... northern?" "Look at that cock". Thesa looked up, dazed, flushed, her dark eyes fixed on the nine-and-a-half inches now swinging above her, throbbing with essence, the length dripping, her own cock twitching in response. The look, the hunger, lust, and awe.

   Veyra knew that look, the excitement building in her chest like a gathering storm. She knelt, straddling Thesa's chest with her flared hips, her round ass settling on the captain's breasts, the weight pressing them down, and fed her cock toward stunned lips, the head pushing those lips open with a wet pop, Thesa's mouth yielding warmly, her tongue instinctive against the underside of Veyra's cock. Just enough to taste. 

  Thesa spoke with a husky voice. "What are you waiting for? You're clearly combat capable, let's see what that cock can do". The crowd murmured in agreement as they ponder this new member and her large member. Veyra guessed she was already accepted, just based on her cock size alone. Any guild would probably pay vast amounts of money for her to join their guild, this small-town guild would have never had a chance with someone like her, but she didn't care too much. She wanted as small a start as possible.

   She flipped the captain over roughly, her corded arms lifting Thesa like a doll, and stripped her with mana-enhanced speed, exposing Thesa's toned ass and hard cock leaking below, her scarred back flexing as she strained to keep her eyes on Veyra's tits.
Veyra lined up her nine-and-a-half inches to Thesa's asshole, the head nudging Thesa's entrance. It was very tight. Thesa's cunt was slick with arousal, so Veyra slid the head of her cock up Thesa's balls and slit to moisten the tip, pressed into her cunt for a tease, and then pulled out and plunged into her ass.

  One thrust. Deep, perfect, the girth stretching Thesa with a burn that made her scream. Pleasure, shock, surrender, the walls yielding to the invasion, Veyra's veins and ridges dragging against every nerve. Veyra fucked her. Hard, fast, merciless, hips slamming with slaps that echoed in the arena like applause, her heavy breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her strong arms were holding Thesa's hips, pulling her back onto the length of her cock, pushing her away, and then slamming her forward until she almost slid off her cock from the momentum. Repeating. Harder, deeper, hitting deep spots that made Thesa convulse, her yelps of shock turning to moans.

   She unleashed her load into Thesa's ass with a growl. She let the essence flow, violet fire blasting into Thesa. Thesa came instantly, her whole body clenching like a fist under Veyra, essence exploding from her own cock in helpless ropes that mixed into the sand on the floor, her moans ceasing as she locked in a pleasure seizure. Veyra kept going, thrusts relentless, fucking the clenched body until it relaxed and went limp, the moaning returning. Again. Again. Again. She dumped load after load of essence into Thesa, filling her with pressure that caused the essence to spurt back out onto Veyra and onto the floor.  Thesa’s body was repeatedly locking in ecstasy, her scarred hands clawing the sand.

  Veyra ceased the assault and Thesa collapsed, sliding off of her cock. Her body was convulsing on the arena floor. Immense mana was surging through Thesa, and essence was arcing from her cock in endless ropes that sizzled on the stone. Her moans were blissful as she writhed and locked, her athletic form trembling. Veyra stood. Her cock was still hard and dripping. She turned to the silent crowd. "Registration accepted?” she asked, voice rough with satisfaction, echoing in the hall. The clerk could only nod, her hands shaking as she stamped the papers with the guild seal, the ink smudging from her sweat. Veyra the Stormblade was officially an adventurer. She had contracts to take, monsters to slay, rebels to hunt. Veyra was just getting started.

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