"Me? That's not important. What is important is calming you down." The women's fierce eyes felt as if they would pierce right through Azi. Calm her down? Was it obvious just how aroused she had become?

  "M-Me?" Azi swallowed hard. Her thoughts had become a muddled mess of fantasies as she eyed the taller woman. With hair as white as snow and eyes like a fox she felt as if she had seen the woman before.

  "Yes. You. Seeing as you haven't given in, it hasn't been that long." The woman stepped past Azi and dropped the small pouch onto the counter. "Private bath. Extended."

  The clerk accepted the payment with a discomforted expression. "Uhm… Miss, she doesn't look okay. Shouldn't she be taken to a clinic?"

  "She'll be alright, this isn't something those quacks could handle."

  "I…"

  Shooting the clerk a nasty gre whatever words may have come next never did. They handed the woman a small porcein token and nodded. "Thank you for your patronage."

  The woman returned the nod before ushering Azi past the curtains that led to the rest of the building. Quickly stepping down the hallway practically dragging Azi by the wrist they led her upstairs.

  Azi felt as if she should fight back before it took all her strength to barely stand upright. A palpable heat bzed in her core as desire burned. Her vision felt blurry and despite the baggy cloak helping to hide the growth between her legs. It did nothing to hide the wetness leaking through.

  Leaving the first floor the two entered the second. Gncing down at the token the woman then scanned the signs hanging over the room. They entered a room sat near the end of the hall and shut the door behind them.

  "What… what are you going t-to do to me?" Azi barely managed the words. Even though every part of her brain screamed for pleasure she knew she couldn't just give in. No matter how attractive the woman was.

  "I'm going to help you." The woman seated Azi on a wooden bench before kneeling in front of her. She dropped the bag slung over her shoulders to the ground and began to search through it. "How long have you had the contract?"

  "What…?" Contract? Azi didn't have a contract, she could barely muster the power to summon a simple bird spirit let alone contract one. "I'm not… I can't…"

  Try as she might, the word struggled to find purchase on her lips. Now that she had retive privacy Azi felt the hold on her mind start to slip. Her hands began to wander, sliding down her torso, inching towards the wanton need. But still, she held just a sliver of restraint as she tried to answer. "I'm not a-ah! A spiritualist…"

  "What?" The woman looked confused, her eyes staring at something above Azi's head. Realizing she was serious, the woman retrieved what she had been looking for from the bag. A small hand mirror with a wooden handle. She held it up, allowing Azi to see her own reflection. "How do you expin that then?"

  "Expin wh-" The words caught in Azi's throat. A wholly new emotion rising alongside her arousal. Confusion. Three distinct horns sprouted from Azi's head, two above her ears and one central along her scalp. They were white, pure white, with streams of pink running up them.

  Animalization. A term used to describe when a spiritualist bond with the contract had deepened to the point of physical change. Normally when contracting a human might experience emotional or psychological change in line with the type of spirit they contract. But physical was something far, far more powerful. Where the lines between human and spirit blurred and raw talent flourished.

  But Azi had never contracted a spirit before, a certainly not one powerful enough for this level of Animalization. She felt uneasy, her vision clouding as she slumped back against the wall of the room. What had happened to her after she bcked out?

  "I… I've never had a contract… what's happening to me?" A million questions swam in her mind. A million questions that were quickly overshadowed by the pleasure she sought.

  "To put it simply, you're too compatible. Whatever you contracted is trying to take over." The woman knelt closer to Azi. She had held a cloudy silver potion and had removed her jacket, tossing it to the side. "Here, drink this, it should help."

  Azi sat up weakly as the woman pressed the potion to her lips. Expecting a sickly medicine she braced herself to not gag. But a pleasantly sweet taste rushed over her tongue as she swallowed the potion. "Huh… what was t-that?"

  "A drink, to take the edge off," The woman responded as she reached for Azi's colr. In the midst of their conversation she had almost forgotten why she wanted a private bath. But before she could raise her arms to stop it, the woman undid the cloak letting it fall to her sides.

  "N-No… don't look…" Azi tried to cover herself but it did little to hide her erection. She wasn't rge, average sized probably, but fully erect it was impossible to hide. Her face burned bright red as words jumbled in her mouth.

  However, the woman didn't respond. In fact, she had frozen, her eyes locked squarely on the beads of pre-cum leaking from Azi's tip. Whatever she had expected that clearly had not been it, a tinged blush appearing on the woman's cheeks.

  Silence broken only by Azi's ragged breath filled the room. Minutes passed, the embarrassment only growing, before the woman cleared her throat and looked away.

  "I uhm… I didn't know it was that kind of problem." The woman paused again, her eyes gncing back and forth at Azi's cock. "My apologies."

  Azi had never considered herself a pervert. She had fetishes and fantasies just like everyone else, but never anything extreme. But the stares from earlier had awoken something in her, and as the woman's eyes bounced between the wall and her erection. She needed more.

  Slowly, ever so slowly, Azi removed her hands and pced them against the bench. Using them for bance she adjusted herself, spreading her legs for the nameless woman. A cool breeze passed between her legs, sending a shiver up her spine.

  The woman remained silent but her gaze had firmly locked upon Azi's sex. Having removed the overcoat she wore before the woman's ample bust, bound in a simple strapless bra, was on dispy.

  It was only now that Azi truly got to take in the woman's appearance. It was clear she was a fighter, scars and faded injuries lined the woman's arms and torso. A bandaged wound was wrapped tightly on her left forearm. But the woman was beautiful, her pale blue eyes fixated and screaming with intent.

  A palpable tension hung in the air. It would only take one action, one word, and both of them knew it. It was an unspoken understanding.

  "W-Who are you…"

  "Fein. My name is Fein."

  "Fein… Azi…"

  "Pleasure, Azi."

  Fein looked up, meeting Azi's gaze.

  "P-Please…?"

  Unbeknownst to Azi, as the word left her lips, the horns upon her head pulsed with an ethereal pink energy. Fein noticed, the woman's eyes darting upwards for a split second. A glimmer of understanding painted her face before a grin grew across her lips. "Pink, huh?"

  Fein knelt forward, pcing a cool hand against Azi's thigh. The smaller girl yelped, curling her toes as the more experienced woman's calloused hands slid up her thigh. It was rough, clumsy, but as far as Azi was concerned they could have been silk.

  Soft gasps and moans escaped Azi's lips as the taller woman danced her finger tips around the base of Azi's cock. She had scooted closer, resting her elbows on the smaller girl's knees.

  Mustering all her strength Azi held back, the release pooling in her core already threatening to explode. She stared down at the woman, the awkward silence from earlier repced with a soft cooing.

  "Ah~ I always heard they were rger." Fein traced a finger up the length, flicking her nail off the tip.

  Azi groaned, the fluid leaking from sex pooling below her on the bench. The teasing sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. A burning want for more drove her crazy yet the woman simply teased her, enjoying every reaction and twitch.

  "Poor thing~" Fein's voice, sultry with arousal, purred in Azi's ears. "You can st a bit longer~"

  The pleasure was tortuous as the woman slowly wrapped her hand around the back of Azi's glistening erection. Finger by finger, slowly, before gliding her hand to the tip. Back and forth, stopping occasionally to press her thumb against the tip.

  She couldn't hold her voice back anymore. Guttural moans and gasps echoed throughout the small room as Fein worked Azi closer to release. Admittedly she could have finished at any moment, but she didn't want this to end.

  Yet, despite her best efforts, her cock began to twitch, signalling Fein. The taller woman doubled her efforts, a slick wet sound joining the sounds of pleasure. She was close, both of them knew it. Just before a torrent began to crash through her Fein moved, sitting off to the side.

  "Aahnnggh!" Azi howled as her orgasm broke, strings of hot cum erupting from her. It was a pleasure like no other amplified by the sheer absurdness of the situation. Glossy white fluid puddled onto the floor before her, showing no signs of end.

  Fein continued to pump, trying her best to avoid the onsught of seed but failing. The taller woman coaxed out every st drop, a devilish grin painting her lips as her arm was coated as well.

  Eventually, though, Azi was spent. The smaller woman's body fell limp as she struggled to catch her breath. Stars shoot across her vision as the aftershocks quaked through her limbs.

  And as her arousal began to calm, so did the burning inside her. The horns upon her head began to fade, taking on a ghastly veneer before fading altogether. Azi, her eyes weak with exhaustion, stared down at the woman.

  Fein was wiping her arm, retrieving a new bandage to repce the one Azi had soiled. But she paused, staring down at the arm in question. She wore an expression of bewilderment, a look that raised concern inside Azi.

  "Wh… Is something wrong?"

  "No… The opposite in fact. I'm healed." Fein's words betrayed a sense of urgency, a twinge of shock in her tone. She looked down at the pool of fluid then back at an exhausted Azi. "What in the world…"

  Confused, Azi tried to stand. But her legs hadn't the strength and she toppled forward, falling forward into the puddle of her own making. The sudden impact shook Fein from whatever confusion held her and the taller woman sighed.

  Fein stood, offering her hand to the scrambling girl.

  She took it, shakily climbing to her feet and trying to ignore the wet sensation covering her front. Another silence fell over the two, Azi beginning to feel the embarrassment of what they had just done. But before the emotion could overwhelm her, Fein spoke.

  "Would you like a spot at Lisdan?"

  "Huh?"