I call it the pantry… but it's more like the gardens. The “guest rooms” were built using the “Structure” option when creating a demipne to get the thousand suites, furniture, and most of the infrastructure. The pantry used the “Bountiful” option. This demipne is full of streams, berry bushes, fruit trees, nut trees, and edible pnts. It is magically powered: Anything harvested grows back within a day. At two people per bed, I could fit four thousand soldiers in the guest wing… and the pantry can feed ten thousand people forever, provided everyone is okay with a strictly vegetarian diet. I don't need to eat anymore, Mom never did, and nor do her servants… I think she just likes the gardens, honestly. To be fair, I do too: It's quite rexing to spend time in the warm sunshine here, to listen to the babbling of the brooks, and to run my toes through the rich soil.

  I'm here for a different kind of rexation today, though.

  The pantry is only a thousand feet long and wide… although “walking off the map” can't happen as you just loop around of you try… and Bearcw isn't trying to hide, so I hear his breathing and easily pinpoint him… oh. These heels don't work so well in the soil… eh, no big deal. I switch my shoes to my shadow, and go barefoot… there's nothing nasty to step on here (as long as the septic tank is in good working order anyway, and it won't break… even if I put some holes in it, it will fix itself right up, because magic).

  I notice my feet don't pick up the dirt… ah, right: The Fastidiousness spell handles that. I'll be clean up until Mom's spells vanish… so forever, basically. Handy.

  Bearcw is busy chomping on some freshly picked apples as I walk up behind him. Considering, I speak up while still a good ten feet away rather than run up and tickle him, “Enjoying the gardens?”

  He turns around and draws his axe off his back in one smooth motion, but doesn't swing it at me. I just smile at him, and after a few seconds, he puts it back, “Woman, don't startle me…” he pauses, “Who are you, anyway? Marty said this pce was safe….”

  I chuckle, “Call me Mary. And it is secure; I live here, and have no intention of harming you… quite the contrary.” I pn to make your night… at least twice, although you're unlikely to remember the second and on… and really, you will have an extra tough hide readily avaible after, so it's a permanent blessing, “You've noticed it is a very big and empty pce, yes?” I take a deep breath as I step towards him.

  “I suppose so…” his breathing quickens as I close the gap… I'm supernaturally attractive like this, “...but it seems odd Marty didn't mention you.”

  I roll my eyes as I put my hand on Bearcw's heavily muscled arm, and feel the tension leaving him as he stares down my cleavage… honestly, I'm cheating, “He's not exactly big on sharing information…” I lick my lips, “...for example, he didn't tell me he was bringing such a strong, virile young man home…” yeah, I'm being quite forward: Men can be so dense sometimes… just to make it very clear what I want, I run my hand down his arm and under his waistband… where yes, his meat is quite solid and sizeable. “But I suppose he takes me for granted.”

  “Wait… you're his wife?” the barbarian is breathing very hard now… but he's not retreating. He can't, really. It's part of the blessing I was born with: I'm inhumanly attractive to males in this form

  “Closer to his sister,” I'm stretching the truth there, but certainly “sister” is closer to accurate than “wife”. I start working his shaft with my hand, “I could really use a good workout… are you up for it?”

  The half-orc finally gives in to the forgone conclusion and grabs my rear as he lifts me off my feet with one hand, “oh, I think I have what you want…” he proceeds to use his other to pull off my dress… and yes, it tears, leaving me in just the sleeves and the back of the blouse. This leaves me mostly exposed to the air, and I kind of pnned for that.

  I stroke his ego, as his rod is now out of easy reach, “ooh, so strong… I'm dripping wet already… take me, you big hunk.”

  He cannot get his pants off fast enough, and ends up tearing them in his rush… he has a good nine inches, I find myself salivating… but he wants the main event immediately and just impales me on his gear… which is fine: I wanted to get there. He feels oh so good inside me as my body stretches to accommodate his girth, “Ooh, you fill me up so good…” I encourage.

  He only grunts, using his arms to raise and lower me like a toy on his piston, and soon enough I stop using coherent words too, just shouting out the pleasure I feel as I give in to my animalistic urges and milk him for his seed, my hungry lower lips squeezing him for all he's worth as he pumps me up and down. It doesn't take long for him to empty his seed deep within me, which also pushes me over the edge, my own juices mixing with his and coloring his thighs.

  I lick my lips in anticipation as he breathes hard and sits down on the ground, setting me down… and I watch his first change, his seed starting to drip from me and sliding off effortlessly into the soil.

  As he changes, so do I, switching to my hybrid form; I regain my lost inches of height and my muscle definition, my sack and shaft grow back above my lower lips, my fingernails grow into viable cws, my jaw unhinges a bit, and my teeth grow into proper fangs… those st two make it impossible to speak clearly, but I don't need to do so… I y a “curse” on him, rendering him… her, rather… unable to produce an heir.

  And she turns out lovely… she loses almost a foot of height, growing two nice melons beneath her breastpte (and making the name of the armor and little more appropriate), a delectable peach, a wonderfully round backside, a narrow waist, long raven tresses, tanned skin, dark brown eyes… she could easily pass for my sister: For whatever reason, everyone I infect ends up looking very simir to me, with just hints of who they were… in Bearcw's case, that's slightly pointed ears, a tiny touch of green in her skin, and marginally elingated canines… Mom and Uncle C always figured it was due to the origin of our curse… our blessing, as far as I'm concerned: I fail to see any downsides.

  Of course, like everyone freshly turned… she has exactly one thing on her mind… and I'm standing basically naked in front of her, with what she wants standing proudly at attention. She stands up and I allow her to push me back, then I just y there while she impales herself on my manhood and starts rocking, enjoying the view of my own melons flopping around while I admire her full lips and perfect skin… it's a pity she's still wearing that armor on her chest, but she's a bit too far gone to remove it herself… I'm not, though.

  As we both grunt and groan in our heat, I summon one of my humanoid servants and telepathically have him remove Bearcw's armor… she doesn't pay my servant any mind… and then her orbs are gloriously free, bouncing up and down as she aggressively milks me for my baby batter… and I see no reason to withhold it. After all: I don't get tired anymore, and she won't be with child as a result. My seed satisfies a deep longing in her, and triggers her own earthquake… and I stay at full attention as she thrashes around me.

  Of course, now that she's a woman, Bearcw can go quite a few rounds as well: We make a wonderful pairing.

  We keep at it for an hour with her bouncing on top of me. One of the few downsides of a fresh pup is that she's only after one thing, and doesn't care at all about variety… which means I'm rgely stuck where I am, in just the one position, unless I want to overpower her. I could, but… well, a fresh pup is VERY energetic: It's fun watching her bounce up and down on my rod like there's nothing better in the whole wide world than getting that baby batter in her oven. So I give it to her, again and again, until she is absolutely exhausted and can't move on her own… and even then, her chamber is still hungry for more, and keeps clenching my rod over and over to coax more of my seed out.

  It's wonderful… of course, I have two other guests, and they need to eat eventually too….