Satisfied and amused, Veyra retreated quietly out of the guild hall, slipping out a shadowed side exit into the cool night air. She had taken several contracts under Thesa's advice. Veyra warned Thesa that she may not return for some time, and to continue on as they had been, leaving them only one task. Veyra wanted to train in magic, she wanted books, books and skilled spell casters. Hopefully the guilds recruiters could pick up a few weak but bright minded sorceresses. The guild had already made some surprise recruitments since Veyra had appeared to lead them. In a fit of rage, maybe even a slight amount of envy, Odessa had dismissed her entire guard squad, and they had all joined the Adventure guild immediately.

Veyra dashed miles into wilderness in minutes, mana-enhanced speed blurring the landscape into streaks of waning moonlight, trees, and fields. In a secluded glade ringed by ancient oaks, she released the mask, her godly body shrinking smoothly to tiny Hela, timid and shy, hair darkening to black. A small and quiet woman once more. Hela waited for a time to make sure there was no one around, the forest stirring in the coming morning light. Hela hurried homeward under the remaining cover of night, her heart racing with thrill and lingering arousal, mind replaying the night’s conquests in vivid flashes like guild hall takeover was just a wonderful dream. It felt just like a dream. Her bombastic Veyra persona dominating dozens, forging a gang with promises and mana circuits, turning skepticism into worship and loyalty.

   She stifled a giggle recalling the guard confrontation. Odessa’s skilled but futile attacks sending her flying through walls, the secret indulgences with willing young guards, it all sent a sent fresh heat between her legs even now. Her pride swelled. Veyra had been magnificent, unstoppable, legendary already. Confident, funny, sexy. It was intoxicating. She wondered if she had always been like that, but her condition had weighed all of those traits down. Now that she was released from her hunger, she was a whirlwind of power and sexual conquest.

   Worry crept alongside, sharp and cold. Maybe the persona was too loud, too bold. Word would spread fast, the myths growing wilder. She was so powerful and over the top. Fucking cannibals in front of kidnapped humans. Fighting squads of guards, the captain vowing pursuit, some of the guild arrested perhaps. There might be trouble brewing she could not control. Definitely not as quiet Hela. She slipped into Liza estate’s west wing near dawn. She planned to pretend an old habit had taken over. She curled into the large kitchen cupboard used for storage, pretending deep sleep among soft linen towels and spice jars. It was known that she had always favored that place when she was a child. She had often collapsed in whatever nearby hole or hideaway had offered a quiet place to reset when the hunger was too strong.

 Hours later, mid-morning sunlight filtering through cracks, a laboring servant found her and gently woke her from her nap. It was gentle Serrila, a middle-aged human female, perhaps an old flame of Liza in her youth. She was 10 or 15 years older than Hela, and always acted like a warm relative, caring for Hela like she was her aunt or sister.  She was pale and freckled, with auburn hair and kind brown eyes. Her eyes were widening in concern. “Oh, dear one, is it the hunger again? Wake up, sweet Hela. It's so good to have you home, let's get you something to eat.”

  Hela stirred sleepily, she planned to pretend it was just like the old days. "Oh, Serrila! What time is it? I must have fallen asleep", Hela asked. "Little miss, it's getting close to lunch time, but we have a wonderful breakfast already prepared for you!" Hela really hadn't been gone to college for that long, it was less than a year since she had slept and been found in the cupboard last. She had little hideouts all over the estate, it would work nicely as an excuse to cover for her disappearances. There had been times where she had been sleeping for almost entire days in a hole or under furniture in an obscure room in the estate. She nodded along as Serrila prattled on with news from the estate during her absence. Hela suddenly stopped in her tracks as she realized she had been so distracted for the last year she had completely forgotten about her childhood infatuation with the maid that was currently polishing a doorknob just down the hall.

   It was Jaeda. Hela could smell her from where she stood. A lovely blend of herbs, flowers, and pipe smoke. Polishing and polishing. Always polishing. It felt like a hundred years ago, but Hela was already aroused at the sight of her. Jaeda's dress and corset were so tight, and those huge milky tits just barely hiding what Hela knew must be big succulent nipples. Jaeda was a bit on the thick side, and not overly attractive, but that had been perfect in the mind of a horny young dud. Hela had spent many a day in the shadows, following the slightly older Jaeda around the halls, watching her polish everything, wishing every doorknob and candle stick was her little cock. Hela would watch, furiously masturbating under her dress, leaving her little cock print on every shiny surface in the estate just to watch Jaeda polish it. What a little pervert she was. 

  Hela was not the same now. She was taller, fuller, with a healthy pink tone to her skin. As they walked past, the human maid did a double take as she recognized the wispy sunken and bony adolescent who had blossomed into a fetching young woman. She knew who had left all those cock prints, no one else had a cock that small. She was clearly shocked by Hela's transition and gawked with her mouth hanging open as Hela walked past with a significantly larger erection tenting her dress. Hela even fluffed it with a bit of body modification, trying to impress the maid. Hela couldn't believe how horny she was. She had the Empress fucking her and she hadn't been this aroused. Her cock was so hard it couldn't even throb or twitch, it was just a rigid rod of tempered steel, fighting to pierce the imprisoning fabric and escape her dress. 

  Hela forgot about Veyra, forgot about her guild, her plans of conquest. She wanted something else right now. She suddenly realized how confident she felt standing before her youth's sexual icon. She stopped walking and turned to Serrila. "Serrila, dear. I'll catch up with you, I'd like to talk to Jaeda for a moment". Serrila paused, but nodded, and continued down the hall. She turned her head and winked at Hela as she went. Did everyone know the identity of the cock print fiend? 

  Hela strode to Jaeda and said "Hello!" She didn't pause or falter. She smiled and said, "It's good to see you again, Jaeda! How are you doing?" Jaeda just stood there, slowly closing her gawking mouth. She finally got herself out of her shock and curtsied a bit, those wonderful breasts jiggling. Hela hid a wince as her cock finally was able to force a twitch against the dress fabric. "Young miss, welcome home! It seems that the college was a good fit for you, you look so healthy and well!" Hela nodded, "Yes, it has been quite the experience, that's for sure. I spent a lot of time as a custodian at the college, so I can deeply sympathize with you now about dealing with horny young sorceresses. I think I've been fucked more than anyone in the world at this point."

   Jaeda gawked again. "What?! You had sex?" Hela nodded. "Yes, it was quite an adjustment for me. I barely walked through the doors of the college before I was getting fucked by the head custodian, and the word spread quickly. It turns out I'm very popular at the college. It was an exhausting experience at first, but it grew on me", Hela laughed. "I made a lot of friends, we would fuck almost every night, and as you can see, it helped my condition a great deal. I'm pretty normal these days. I went thru some kind of delayed puberty, and I no longer get so exhausted.

  Jaeda was fighting to keep her eyes on Hela's face, but she failed. It seemed like it was in slow motion, but her eyes dragged down Hela's body against the resistance and control of her mind and stole a long glance at Hela's cock as it strained against the material of her dress. Hela watched and laughed, and Jaeda immediately blushed a bright crimson that spread to her tits and beyond. Hela took a long look down Jaeda's body in turn and subtly licked her lips. She turned to walk away and said "Anyway, it's good to see you again. I'm sorry for being such a weird little runt, but those days are over now. Well. Mostly over", and Hela gestured toward her raging cock. She gave Jaeda a good side profile of her erection thru her dress as she turned and gave her hips a little wiggle. Her cock swayed with her movements, and Hela giggled again. Jaeda stumbled as her knees gave out for a moment but smiled weakly and nodded a goodbye. Hela smiled back, and as she started to walk away, she turned her head and left an invitation. "If you ever want to make a young girl's dreams come true, I think you know where my room is. I'll introduce you to the cock print rogue, all grown up!"

  Hela couldn't see Jaeda's reaction, but she thought she could hear a horny gasp. It might have been wishful thinking, but hopefully she would know soon. She made it to the kitchen and had a nice meal. She talked with Serrila like the old days, filling her in on the college experience, but leaving out the lurid details as much as possible. They talked for a few hours, and then Hela retired for a walk around the gardens to formulate her next moves. She loved it out here, even in the frosty air. Most of the flowers had long died, but the gardens were still a wondrously ancient and beautiful place. The gardens were sprawling, fitting the tastes of an ancient sorceress. There were labyrinths, vaulted green houses, fountains, and even a small zoo.

  The gardens also contained a few secrets. One in particular interested Hela. She had once slept the night in the gardens, hidden in one of her favored summer resting places. It was a cozy thick bush, one where she had hollowed out a portion of the inside, leaving a short cord around certain branches. When the hidden cord was pulled, it almost looked like a magical leafy door was opening to a secret room. The leaves were dense enough that it didn't even get wet inside when it rained. It was perhaps one of the only hideouts that had never been discovered during any of the servants searches for an exhausted young dud. 

  That night, she had heard voices over the sound of the nearby waterfall fountain, part of a stream that flowed through the heart of the gardens. She saw Liza and Maelle speaking in the darkness. Liza gave Maelle a kiss, and then she flashed away. Hela couldn't see where she went, but as Maelle walked back to the house, Hela caught a faint glimpse of glowing light behind the waterfall before something slid closed with a quiet grinding bump. 

 She would leave it alone for now, hopefully getting permission from Liza to be more involved in the activities of the Estate, and being approved to access the hidden door behind the waterfall, but she was so curious it was maddening. Now she likely had the power to slid open the door, but she restrained herself with some difficulty. Besides, she was a little worried about traps and wards. Liza wasn't one to take half measures when guarding her secrets.

  Hela moved on through the gardens away from the waterfall, thinking about Veyra's contracts to distract herself. She had several. One was to slay a mysterious beast in a cave near the borders with Nehryhm, a small friendly nation to the east. The cave was too dangerous to explore because of the worms, but something else was taking advantage of the anker worms to hide its lair. Something the anker worms must not have an interest in. When Verya saw the contract and mentioned that she had already encountered and killed anker worms, Thesa thought this might be a good fit for Veyra. There was little chance of encountering any competition on the contract.

  There was a contract to clear a rockslide in a quarry so that it could resume operations. It was mundane enough that it also might not draw many sorceresses. Sorceresses were really quite averse to manual labor and had many more lucrative and mana refining opportunities. Only weak sorceresses might be desperate enough to take the job, but they were likely too weak to make quick progress moving tons of ragged stone.

  The final one was selected by Veyra against the advice of Thesa. It was for a witch coven, one with more than a hundred human hostages and slaves. This was the one that interested Veyra the most but would require the most preparation and caution. Veyra had been lucky so far, but it wasn't prudent to rely on luck, especially with lives on the line. Veyra needed to be more responsible and professional, and prepare for a possible encounter with very powerful sorceresses. Good or bad.

  She reached her room and put out her hand for her doorknob but almost ejaculated inside her dress. She wrenched her hand away from the doorknob before she destroyed the most wonderous work of art she had ever seen. There, on the shiny mirrored surface of the doorknob was what must be the smudged imprint of a thick nipple in dried saliva. 

 Hela gently opened her door and half-expected to see a nude maid waiting in her bed, but the room was empty. Hopefully she would have a visitor tonight, but maybe more seduction was necessary. That was fine with her. This was a welcome distraction, and even in its adolescent awkwardness, it was far more romantic and light-hearted than her average sorceress encounter. There was something different about human women. She didn't even masturbate her angry cock. She wanted to prolong this suffering forever and save every drop for Jaeda. She danced around her room for a moment, bouncing her cock. What wonderful feeling!

 She couldn't sleep that night, and didn't really need to, so she spent the dark hours edging herself, posing in various places around the room where she might look the most seductive when Jaeda came in the door, and planning her excursion the next day. She had hidden her armor and clothing at the guild and was planning to do the quarry mission as soon as possible. It was a humble contract, but it paid very well. Well enough that she should hurry to make sure she took advantage of the easy job before someone else did it.

  It was well after midnight when Hela heard a shuffling outside her door, and a small note was slid through the crack and across the floor. Hela dashed to it in an instant and read it with bated breath. The handwriting was shaky and primitive, "Please come our room".  Hela pumped the air with her fist and silently shouted at the ceiling. Then she froze. Our room? She looked at the note again. Sure enough, there were two marks that were commonly used in place of signatures by writers with primitive education. She didn't recognize either mark, and she desperately tried to think of who it could be. Jaeda and... who? Could it be? No. Jaeda had a roommate growing up, but they wouldn't. Would they?

  Hela had grown up with many of the girls, playing with them together as children before they were recruited into the servant's staff or moved to other jobs around the estate. They had been inseparable, but as they grew, they became less interested in the same things and drifted apart. Hela was always so quiet and tired, and they had been so lively and full of life. Jaeda and Evona had been no exception, but Hela had only been around Jaeda in the estate house. Evona must have been taking care of animals or taken up some other profession. Evona. Yes, Hela could barely remember their time together. She was very sweet, and they spent a lot of time having tea parties and reading books under the garden trees. They were probably only seven or eight years old at the time, and Evona had sort of disappeared. 

  Now that Hela thought about it, that whole period was strange. What were all those young girls doing in the main estate? They weren't Liza's children. Maybe they had been orphans? Or... maybe Liza and brought them in for Hela to have playmates? It was so strange and ethereal to look back on her life now. She had been so distracted and drawn inward that she hadn't really been paying much attention to what was going on around her. She had been a dud, living a shell of a life inside a very sheltered and protected world.

  She had an idea. She got dressed and casually walked around the estate, looking for a patrolling guard. She was familiar with the guards, they were often set to watching her when she was young. She sought one out that was a little drunk and walked toward a familiar stumbling form. It was Branly, an older man, grey now and bent over a little. He had always been kind to her in an old soldier kind of way, but she didn't know much else about him. He looked worried as she walked up to him. "Yes, miss?" he tried to straighten himself up to look more presentable. He was a fine specimen of a man, well-bred and strong in his day. He eyed her up and down, nothing perverted, just surprised shock at her changes.

 Hela smiled and greeted him, "Hello, Branly". She sat down on a stone railing near him and sighed, "I couldn't sleep, and I was just going for a walk. I've been gone for some time, and I need some laundry cleaned. Is it still the usual place?" Branly nodded, "Yes, miss". Hela nodded in return and then looked perplexed. "Is Evona the one doing the laundry these days?" Branly furrowed his brow, "Evona? Um, no miss. Evona is with the research group, Genee leads the laundry duties." Hela nodded, "Ah, that's fine. I remember Evona from when I was small, I think that's why the name came to mind. We used to be great friends! Does her family live on the estate?"

   Branly looked at her sideways. "Family? No, miss. She has no family. She was rescued from the Covens. We're the only family she has I suppose." Hela started, "A hostage? As a child?" Branly nodded again, "Yes, miss. Madam Liza rescues many hostages and brings many to the Estate to live. Evona was only a baby when she came to us." Hela shook her head. She had never thought about it before. "That must have been an ordeal. Is she doing alright?" Branly looked at her strangely again. "Yes, miss. I suppose they are. Don't you speak with them?"

   Hela looked at him strangely this time. "What do you mean by 'them'?" Branly was getting confused and nervous now. "Why...them, miss. Your women." Hela just about fell off of her perch. "What?!" Branly took a step back, like he was realizing he might have said too much about something but was too confused to understand what it was. "Miss, it's well known around here. Evona is one of your women, they're reserved for you. No one is allowed to touch them." Hela was standing now, pacing back and forth. "Who else?", she demanded. "Please, miss. I thought you knew, I think I might not have been supposed to say anything."

   Hela demanded again, "Who else!?". Branly jumped back a good distance. "Why, a good number, miss. I don't know all their names. They all stay in the same building. They're kept away from the rest of the estate. Serrila is the mistress, she cares for them all. I would guess that any female servant that's in your estate wing, or... well, any female child you played with when you were a young one yourself. They would be your women."

  Many different pieces of Hela's life began to fall into place. Liza had been building the future life of a sorceress around her dud of a daughter. There had been much hope for many years, Hela could remember some of the tests and experiments. Liza had hoped to fix her and had been preparing a normal sorceress life for her. "Ah!", she thought, "that's why Jaeda was so shocked when she heard I had sex at the college. She was meant for me and denied everyone else. She was meant for the dud with the tiny cock and trapped in a dead-end life." The reality of her position as a daughter of Liza had never really occurred to her. They probably didn't tell her because it would only have made her feel worse. What a confusing world. Hela had been living in a world that she only now becoming aware of. There was so much she had never thought about.

  She released Branly and told him not to worry. Her mind was racing as she thought about Jaeda and Evona. They were meant to be her wives and bear her children. How many more where there? She searched her brain, but it was all hidden in the mist of ignorance. It was like she was suddenly given entirely new memories now that her own memories were revealed to be nested in world she had never really been a part of. Jaeda probably had resented her all this time. Maybe that's why they all stopped playing with her. They probably all hit puberty around the same time and likely realized they would be stuck in a life of loneliness, never allowed to leave or seek love elsewhere. Servants polishing doorknobs forever. Doorknobs with little penis prints on them. The realization sent huge waves of embarrassment over Hela. She walked over to a wall and started banging her head into it, muttering "stupid dud, stupid dud" over and over again.

  Her embarrassment didn't last long. She didn't know if she was just horny or if it was from a deep sense of duty, but she started walking briskly to the servants' quarters in her wing of the estate. She was not a dud anymore. Even just as Hela, she was a sorceress from a powerful family. She had manufactured lies that allowed her an excuse to release essence, and she had a very nice natural cock now. She would go to them. Out of a sense of compassion, certainly. She smirked. It had nothing to do with the prospect of a whole building of young human women just dying to be fucked by the dud who was a dud no longer. She had something to give now.

   She stopped to bang on Serrila's bedroom door first. "What is it, dear?" Serrila groggily peaked out of her door. "I know about them", Hela said. "Are they really all mine?" Serrila was shocked awake, and stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Hela though she glimpsed a pile of pleasure stems on a table in the corner before the door clicked shut. "Well, dear. I think I know what you're asking. Yes, all the women in this wing of the estate are your women, they're reserved for you. No other man or sorceress has been allowed to touch them, on pain of death. You don't have to take any that you don't want, but they are all for you to command now that you're an adult. If you decide you don't like one of the women, at any time, they will be freed and allowed to go if they wish. But they can also decide to stay, and they will still be your responsibility. Any children will stay with you forever of course."

  Hela thought for a long moment. "Are they really mine now? I can do with them as I see fit?" Serrila looked confused, like someone was asking her if they were allowed to breathe the air. "Why yes of course! They will all be very excited to see your transformation! I know I was! Hold on a moment!" She rushed back into her room and reemerged with a beautiful blinking naked woman Hela's age, wrapped in a sheet. "This is Parah! Do you remember her? Parah, look at our Hela!" Hela's head almost spun off. "Hold on a moment. Hello Parah. No, I don't remember her. Why is she in your room, Serrila?".

   Serrila paused and then seemed to realize she was dealing with a very odd situation. "Oh, my dear. It's not my room, it's our room. Parah is my partner". Hela was practically dripping in ignorance and confusion, and now suddenly struck with a slight feeling of jealousy and anger. "Why is one of my women your partner, Serrila?" Hela was almost unable to breathe, some kind of panic was taking over her mind as she wallowed in just how ignorant she had been. Serrila just started laughing. "One of your women? You silly girl. We're both your women". That was all Hela could take, and she fainted at their feet. It could have been caused by all the blood rushing to her cock.

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