Yet Another Fantasy 2.0/Chapter 7

Chapter 7: A bump in the night

Tags: f/g mast anal toy

With the influence of the figment gone, Leroy found her libido quenched. She was in a child’s body after all, she had no reason to become aroused. She placed the blame for those thoughts and desires firmly on the dream creature. Kena also seemed to be keeping a more watchful eye on her, often cuddling Leroy when the dark skinned elf was not busy with chores, and only lightened the cuddling during study so Leroy had some ability to think during those sessions. Between the studying, and the cuddling, Leroy lost track of time as the days bled together, reminding her of her original time as a child.

Leroy gained progressively more mastery over the language Kena spoke with that frightening rapidity of the young, and even began picking up a basic command of the written word. She wasn’t able to write sentences yet, but it was a start. Eventually Kena selected one of the other books from the stack, and combined what was inside with actual practice. Flora and Fauna were the topic of the book, and Kena was happy to show Leroy the garden that she’d only had glimpses of before..

There where vegetables Leroy was familiar with, such as tomatoes, lettuce, and carrots. However there were also ones that were alien to her; a thickly stemmed plant with a fruit that looked like a pale eggplant, that had a teat that could be massaged to produce; of all things, milk; another whose leaves resembled an iconic pig face, that Leroy learned would be used to make proxies for ham, pork, and bacon.

There was also a clutch of small puffy yellow and white birds that were apparently tame. They were fed scraps, and produced the eggs that featured in so much of Kena’s cooking. There was also the compost bin where anything organic was tossed to break down. This was a revelation for Leroy, for this seemed to imply that there were microbes in the world.

When she asked Kena about it, the cat-girl gave an explanation Leroy did not understand as it included words not in the language book. Understanding her confusion, Kena took Leroy to the edge of the nearby woods to collect branches, then the two got very muddy as they assembled a charcoal producing fire by surrounding branches with scrap burnables, lighting it on fire, and then sealing most of the airflow off with compacted dirt. What that had to do with microbes, Leroy had no idea, but it was fun hanging out with Kena and the mud was nice and gooshy between her fingers.

Afterwards, Leroy found herself sharing the same bath with Kena, perched on the innkeeper’s smooth and water-slicked lap, as the older girl cleaned her off. Once that was done, Kena opened another book from the stack, resting it against the wall, balanced on the tub lip, flipping pages slowly with one hand, as she softly stroked Leroy’s flat dark tummy with the other.

While Leroy was embarrassed by the contact; her face and ears flushed, she was used to Kena touching her, and any time Leroy would begin to squirm, the blue-haired girl would just snug her tight for a few moments, sending Leroy into a content daze.

According to what Leroy could understand from the drawings in Kena’s book, there seemed to be seven basic elements in this world: Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Light, Dark, and Void. These elements were particles that could be radiated as energy, flow as a gas or liquid, or compacted together as solids. When a living creature died, several things happen depending on what it was.

Plants that died simply eroded into loam or soil over the course of weeks or months, with denser plant material such as logs taking many many months. Monsters and plant creatures with only instinctive behaviors left behind bodies on death that could be harvested for resources. Monsters with low intelligence turn into several crystals that could be processed to form things such as claws, teeth, pelts, and leather. Higher intelligent monsters were similar, but also left behind elemental crystals.

Kena held her stroking hand still as the topic became darker, her voice growing somewhat more somber as she explained what happened when an intelligent creature died. “People or Thinking Monsters, those that know empathy, turn into a crystal seed. Nine days after death, the crystal seed turns into a fragile crystal flower. The color and glow of these seeds and flowers depends on the race, personality and power of the creature that died. There were magical means to bring a person back from such a fate, but only as long as the crystal is whole.”

Kena had a look of concern on her face, studying Leroy’s face intently, but Leroy was simply lost in thought, comparing how very different death was here from that in her original world. She looked up behind her and smiled at Kena, who in turn gave her a kiss on the lips and hugged her tight, not letting Leroy go until bedtime.

As of late, Leroy’s dreams had been soft and warm and inviting; without any rapacious aspects, but not that night. She woke with a jerk, drawn from the no-longer-comforting embrace of sleep, vaguely troubled by something she couldn’t quite remember… and realized she was hearing something unusual. Her ears shifted as she tried to figure out what the noise was; it was strange, some kind of popping and cracking sound. It wasn’t coming from inside the inn, that much she could determine. The only sounds from within the building were the fans and Kena’s soft purring snore.

Sliding out of bed; her transparent teddy clinging to her slim form, she set out to investigate. Her bladder ached sweetly from fullness, and the sensation made her pause by the bathroom door. She didn't want to have an accident, her tiny bladder had a tendency to weep a few drops into her panties in the past if she didn’t attend to it at the first sign of discomfort. Wanting to get the task over with as fast as she could before the strange noise became a problem or a mystery that had vanished before it could be investigated, she hopped up on the seat, ignoring the ritual with the pitcher that Kena always performed before letting her ‘Mena’ use the toilet.

Perching on the seat, she drew her tiny panties down and unleashed a thick clear stream of sweet smelling pee from her dark pouting lower lips. The intense rush of overstimulation from feeling the thick stream rushing out of her, and the sensation of feeling her sensitive bladder flesh compressing and tightening sent a dazzling burst of pleasure through her, making her dissociate from herself for a moment, floating free even as her body went through the motions without her.

She saw rather than caused one of her hands to be pressed to her inner thigh, and felt fresh heat on her ears as she realized what she had almost done, what her body wanted to do, what instinct had almost caused. With a gulp and a shake of her head to clear it, she took control of herself again, then dried off, snugging her panties back into place before washing her hands.

Her business finished, she headed out into the inn proper. The doors to the inn were not locked, though one of the doors had a bell, which she avoided using as she stepped outside, her bare feet touching the slightly dusty trail outside the inn. The stars above were gone, the dark sky brightening moment by moment as dawn approached. Kena usually woke before Leroy, so this was the first time she’d seen a sunrise while in this world… well, and in her right mind. She’d probably seen one or two during her trek through the desert but the cactus juice had so fuddled her awareness that she could not say for certain.

The crackle-snap noise sounded again, and this time the sound was loud enough that her delicate ears could localize it. It was by the landing pads, dock, and cliffside lift. Leroy made her way over there, finding the half-light of pre-dawn almost as bright as daylight for her. She smelled something acrid as she approached the cliff, and saw sparks coming from the primary motor of the main lift itself. The housing had been opened, the inner workings having been rewired. The lift itself was slightly askew and its floor a few inches below the lip of the landing. Leroy spun around, searching the area for whoever had messed with or sabotaged the lift, but the only sign she could find was a few sprays of sand near the edge of the cliff.

She hugged herself then, realizing how alone she was, how small she was, and how little she was wearing; she must make a tempting target she realized. A flash of panic gripped her, and she dashed for the inn, slamming the door behind her as best she could and struggling on tip-toe to throw the heavy bolt. She barely managed the difficult task, then scampered into the back to repeat the task with the back door, the one that led to the garden.

Once that was done, she timidly made her way into the bedroom she shared with Kena, approaching the cat-girl’s bed, only to realize the futility of her actions. The windows were open to let the gentle night breeze in, and she would have needed a step-stool to reach high enough to close them. Swallowing with a suddenly dry throat, she climbed up onto the bed, the blue-haired girl’s sweet scent washing through her, reaching out one hand to grip Kena’s shoulder.

There was no response.

Leroy swallowed again, feeling panic and fear rising up inside her. She softly shook her guardian several times, but again got no response. “Kena? Kena wake up!” she whispered, panting with dread now, shaking the other with a bit more force.

For a moment there was still no response, then Kena’s eyes drifted open, a warm smile blooming on her face as she saw Leroy. Hands reached up and grabbed Leroy, and the danger of being snuggled into submission became apparent.

“N-no Kena!” she whined, trying to pull away without any chance of escaping the much stronger girl’s embrace. “Someone broke the lift!” Leroy squeaked into Kena’s chest, and that seemed to give the older girl pause.

Kena sat up, studying her charge’s face for a moment, then slid out of bed, dressed in her own transparent babydoll, expression clearly concerned but not yet decided on a course of action. “I saw some sand on the platform and path leading to the forest, but the sand ran out before it reached the inn. I did not see or hear anyone,” Leroy explained breathlessly, shifting nervously against Kena’s chest.

The innkeeper looked from Leroy’s worried face towards the curtained off alcove with the religious materials but seemed to think better of whatever she’d been considering. Instead, she set Leroy down on the edge of the bed and made her way to the bedroom door. “Stay inside and lock the door, Mena,” she instructed, then suggested “Best to put on your day clothes.” as she stepped out of the room, closing the door tight behind her.

Leroy nodded to the vanished figure, then hopped off the bed to slide the much smaller wooden bar on this door into its place before returning to her own bed. She opened her footlocker to retrieve her only just slightly transparent dress and panties, as well as her feet and leg straps. By the time Leroy had finished snugging her panties in place and wrapping her feet and calves up, there was a knock on the door.

“Mena, it’s Kena, come unlock the door, then go wash your mouth,” Kena’s soft warm voice commanded on the other side. Leroy undid the locking bar, finding the innkeeper there in the same condition as she had been when she’d left. Smiling at Leroy, the cat-girl gave her a quick hug. “Please collect the eggs from the nests once you’ve washed your mouth out, then I’ll show you something once I’m dressed and ready,” Kena said in a soft calm voice. Clearly she wasn’t worried about whatever had messed with the lift motor.

Leroy nodded, responding with a crisp, “Yes Kena.” If the big girl wasn’t worried, she would try very hard not to be worried either.

The chickens-like birds were calm, soft and warm, paying Leroy no mind as she lifted them up one by one to check for and collect any eggs they had laid. Unlike the ones from Leroy’s world, there was no stench or filth. If she only needed to pee no matter how much she ate, perhaps it was the same for the chickachicks as Kena had called them? She’d have to take a closer look at the flora-fauna book today to find out what she could about that matter.

Taking the eggs inside, she rinsed them off in the sink and set them to the side just as Kena emerged from the bedroom. She was dressed in her smock and apron, and (seeing that the eggs had been collected) gestured for Leroy to come with her.

Drying her hands off, she pattered after the innkeeper, following her outside into the morning light. They walked to the side of the inn where the landing pads were, approaching a stone box. It had a simple metal latch that kept it closed, but Kena opened it to reveal a container holding a dozen large paper wrapped spheres, some sort of leather bound kit, and several rolls of paper. The sulfur scent of gunpowder made Leroy sneeze as Kena pulled a green painted sphere out, before closing up the box once more.

“These are flare signals. Very dangerous, but very useful. I will show you how they are made, once the charcoal is finished,” the innkeeper promised, which only makes Leroy smile. She understood the basics of fireworks from her original world, but things were a bit different in this one, and making explosives didn’t involve being a housekeeper, which was a definite plus in her book!

With Kena leading the way, the pair stepped onto the cliffside dock, where three mortar tubes sat, each equipped with a bit of flint and a piece of steel attached to the tube by a metal cable. “Ships and Airships use colored light to communicate,” the older girl commented, turning one of the tubes that had been aimed out over the cliff so that if faced the forest. “A long green light means they have something in need of repair.” She stuffed the green painted sphere carefully into the tube, making certain that the fuse that dangled from it poked out the bottom of the tube.

Leroy frowned for a moment then asked, “Oh... is this to let Hana know something is broken?”

Kena smiled and nodded. “Yes! You are correct! Now take the flint and steel and light the fuse, then come over to me once you’ve done that.” The innkeeper stepped a few paces away as Leroy picked up the stone and metal. It took several attempts before the flying sparks caught the fuse alight, and Leroy yelped in surprise at the sudden success and nearly burned her fingertips on the now blazing fuse. She scrambled back, running to Kena who hugged her close then turned her around so she could watch what was about to happen.

The burning fuse vanished into the tube and — moments later — there was a harsh thump and the sphere was launched into the morning sky on a pillar of smoke and fire. The charge flew high, reaching the apex of its arc and just beginning to drop, before bursting into a brilliant green flower that twinkled as it slowly sank towards the earth below. It winked out when it was, perhaps, a hundred feet above the ground. Less than a minute later, Leroy could just make out a steady blue flash from far off in the distance beyond the forest, followed by a distant flare in the same cyan color.

“Do you see that Mena? Do you see the blue flare?” Kena asked, easing off on her hug.

“I saw a flash of blue light too.” Leroy said, looking back and up to regard her caregiver.

That caught Kena by surprise, and she giggled. “My, you do have wonderful vision to go with your wonderful hearing,” Kena said, giving Leroy a squeeze that very nearly sent the elf into a contented daze. “I’m happy you woke me up and told me what you found. But please be careful; there are more girls like the one you came with when we first meet, and you are quite... exotic.” Leroy was too deeply into her haze inducing hug  to do more than make a cute soft sound. Kena shook her head and chuckled, then took Leroy inside the inn where the two of them prepared breakfast together for the first time.

Over breakfast, Leroy learned that the lift was an important service, one that allowed people to return from the ashlands. Except for a few researchers, the only people that wound up in the ashlands were the survivors of airship wrecks and the rescue teams sent to find them. Several guilds funded the inn and its lift, and in turn those guilds were funded by various countries, sometimes even rival nations. No one, it seemed, wanted to lose people to the ashlands.

Once dishes and pots were cleaned, Leroy was back to studying, where she learned that Animals and Monsters were similar, but categorized as distinct due to behavior and gender. Both had originally formed through spontaneous generation by the will of the Goddesses, and Animals were either female or half-male. Bearer or half-seeder.

Leroy paused, trying to parse the word. Half-male… it was similar to something that appeared in the kinds of things she was sure her little sister was interested in, all that anime and manga. Futanari? Was that what the term was? Hermaphroditic, having both male and female gender. Leroy pursed her lips as she continued reading, nodding to Kena when the innkeeper headed off to get in a morning bath.

With Animals, if a group lacked a half-male, additional animals of the same type could appear through spontaneous pregnancies… Leroy was pretty certain that was called parthenogenetic reproduction, or sometimes one of the females would mature into a half-male. Monsters, on the other hand, were (with few exceptions) entirely Seeders. That is, they were almost always males. They used the females of other species to... the smell of machine oil and metal were the only warnings Leroy got as Hana the Mechanic scooped her up, sitting at the table with Leroy settled on her lap.

“Hiya squirt! Nice to see you again!” the girl with the long lavender hair greeted, even as she dug the heel of her palm into Leroy’s tummy, compressing firm womb flesh against firm womb flesh. Leroy’s reaction was almost immediate, a pulse of wet heat within her sex as her thin panties were slicked by her arousal, the sweet smell of elfin desire filling the air.

Leroy uttered a sweet gasping whimper, eyes half-liding as Hana brought her lips and tongue to one of Leroy’s ears, licking and nibbling on it. The mechanic pulled Leroy into a tight hug as she slid her other hand under the hem of Leroy’s dress to stroke one bare thigh before cupping her thinly covered sex. Lightly callused fingers pulled her panties to the side as Hana chuckled and then one digit was teasing that plush velvety warm lower set of lips. “Mmmm! How I wish I had been this sensitive when I was your age, kiddo,” the much older girl mused, sinking two fingers into Leroy’s sex, sliding them several joints deep and slowly pumping as the tight little pussy flesh squeezed and pulsed, oozing sweet clear nectar around those fingers. Leroy whimpered and panted, dark thighs trembling as her toes clenched and her breath caught in her chest. Hana’s slowly pumping fingers kept Leroy on edge as she looked over what the little elf-girl had been reading.

Kena returned with a towel wrapped around her hair. She gave Hana a fond kiss and sat across from the duo, striking up a conversation that Leroy was too dazed by pleasure to catch anything of. After a few minutes, Kena got up, heading outside to collect something from Hana’s steam-powered machine. She set a bag down on the table as she returned, and Hana reached within, pulling out a few objects that Leroy tried to focus on but her attention was too fractured by the intensity of the sensations between her long coltish legs.

The first item was lifted from the table and pulled out of sight, but soon enough, Leroy felt it rubbing up and down against her lower lips. For a moment, she was certain it would be slipped inside her cunny, but it moved down and back, the tapered end pressing firm into Leroy’s tight pucker. Slowly, Hana eased it into that dark star and Leroy let out a shuddering gasping pleasured cry as the hardness popped within, a thickness that kept her rear entrance from closing completely, the smooth tip leading to a wider middle that struggled a bit with that untouched tightness, before Leroy’s asshole squeezed down behind it, swallowing it completely… or not. Some kind of plate was there to keep it from disappearing within her butt completely.

Leroy’s belly flexed and her eyes rolled upwards as she uttered a sweet whining keen as climax rocked over her slim form. Her sex squeezed and rippled around those probing fingers and her head was turned so that Hana could latch press their lips together. Leroy blindly kissed back as Kena giggled softly in the background.

Hana wasn’t finished with Leroy yet, as a thumb sized humming object was eased into her sex, Leroy’s hungry pussy pulling it deep, settling it against her cervix. A very thin jewelry chain was slid around the elf’s waist, and between her legs, fed through some loop in the buttplug plate several times, before a key was inserted into the plug and locked in place.

Leroy came to her senses sometime later, finding herself on her own bed. The depths of her sex lightly hummed away, while the girth of the thing inside her kept her asshole opened, unable to expel the intruder. She could hear the older pair somewhere else in the inn, probably in one of the guest rooms. They were having sex, judging by the muted gasps and whimpers, the same sounds that she herself had been making all too often since coming to this world.

Being able to feel her hips, Leroy was able to get to her feet and thence to the bathroom. Sitting down on the closed toilet, panties dangling from one ankle, she rested one foot on the sink and the other as far apart as she could manage, holding her skirt up and gazing at her reflection in the mirror. A thin silver chain was looped ‘round her waist and between her legs several times. It was locked in place with the butt plug.

She experimented with it, moving it around, but found that the gap between the thin smooth chains was barely big enough to let one of her slim fingers slip past. Next, she probed around the buttplug plate, but it was lodged inside her tightly and the chain wouldn’t let her pull it free. Every effort did little besides send pulses of pleasure racing through her belly, wet heat pulsing within her sex, oozing out past her flushed pursed pussy lips as her tiny nub of a clit made her clit hood peek out. Pressing a palm to her tummy, she could feel the hum of the device within her sex as it throbbed every few moments with activity.

Seeing that dark plush pussy on display brought new heat to her womb, and she couldn’t help but sink a pair of her own fingers into her sex to pump and grind past that lovely slit. With Leroy’s limited sexual experience as a girl, the first thing that came to her mind was the thick pussy-splitting cock of the airship girl that had raped her. The mental image made her feel dirty, naughty, a bad girl that needed to be punished, but all she could do was thrust harder, faster, deeper. She whimpered with need, biting her lower lip and almost, almost, she could imagine it was that hard cock thrusting into her, not slender flexible fingers. There was just something that the tools available to her, her own fingers and a vibrating toy couldn’t do that a living thick hard cock could, and that forced her to thrust and twist harder, hovering on the edge of orgasm and needing just one more push to send her over the edge.

Unlike before, her mental imagery was not obsessive; the memory airship girl’s pretty face and pussy hungry cock just set Leroy off, and her hips thrust into the air as she bucked, banging her head against the back of the toilet, making her bite her own lip and the sudden flash of white sent her over. A hot gush of womb deep nectar splashed out across the wooden floor and sweet numbness spread across her hips as her behind settled back down, delicious little pants filling the room. It took her several minutes to recover as the vibrations in her sex and the plug in her ass stretched her arousal out far further than any male orgasm had ever been.

Finally, she caught her breath and struggled to her feet. Still feeling dizzy, and belly still trembling with echoes of that intense climax, she rinsed off her panties, wiped herself down and snugged her panties back in place before returning to the main area of the inn to resume her studies. Her thoughts were distracted however. Kena was sweet and adorable, while Hana was a nice enough girl, but Leroy had already found the pattern in Kena’s behaviour. She was letting Hana toy with her when Hana paid a visit, and then enjoying the amorous pleasures of the aroused mechanic.

The elf-girl was not sure how to feel about that. Hana had not hurt her, not even a little bit, only... dominated her. Some deep part of her felt a thrill at that realization, and she squirmed in embarrassment that some part of her enjoyed it, enjoying the idea of being forced to feel such overwhelming pleasure. But… was this always how things would be? Here she was (apparently) small, cute, exotic? Everyone else was bigger than her; perhaps she just had to adapt and accept the realization of her new reality. Clearly there were some cultural norms she had to learn about… and the sooner she did so, the sooner she might understand if she had any options. She turned back to the books, focusing on her studies even as she squeezed her dark thighs together, squirming on the bench from time to time.

According to the book, the major reason Monsters were separate from Animals was that they preyed on people, not for food, but to use their wombs to breed and produce offspring. If a Monster knocked a girl up, she’d spawn an egg in a matter of hours or days that would then hatch into a member of the same Monster species that had mounted her, though sometimes a halfbreed, called a Monster-Girl, resulted.

“Is Kena a half breed?” Leroy asked herself quietly, but no one answered, so she returned to the book for more answers. Once in a while a normal girl was produced, though this child often had some aspects of the monster that breed the mother. Most Monster-Girls were half-males… futanari, and many had shape changing abilities. They also tended to be more powerful than their base monster race, and were usually just as rapacious as their less intelligent counterparts.

Leroy flipped through several pages detailing common Monsters and their Monster-Girl counterparts, then found a section on the races considered to be “People. Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and a few Beastgirl races who had more or less bred the Monstrous part of their ancestry out. Humans were the most prolific, Elves the least, and Dwarves looked like a smaller, stockier version of an elf. There were several Elf and Dwarf subraces, with Desert Elves being of tan or dusky skin, and Forest Elves having creamy or alabaster skin. There was no mention of an Elvish race that had skin like chocolate however.

Leroy flipped a few more pages and found a section on “Reproduction of People”. The tome stated that there were two sexes, female and half-male for the People races, and that it took nine weeks for a girl to birth a child. Leroy was confused about the lack of information about children younger than herself but soon discovered that girls were born fully formed at a physical age similar to her own current state… call it eight or nine, while girls that looked to be perhaps ten were said to be experiencing adolescence, eleven were young adults and both were capable of having children. Girls appearing to be perhaps twelve were considered adults, while thirteen were mature adults that had something like a one in fifteen chance of becoming a futanari, with no indication that she would until it happened. The oldest a member of a People race ever seemed to get, according to the book, was maybe thirteen or fourteen by Earth standards, but there was no indication of how long that would take or how long the races lived for. Indeed, the book didn’t even seem to know that the concept of ‘years’ existed. Long periods of time were just “Many Months” in the book. Leroy was coming to the impression that the contents of these books were geared for children, and that she'll have to look elsewhere for more detail on the whole concept of "time".

Leroy could hear the pair calming down, so she got up and fetched a pitcher of juice and a tray with a few cups and brought it upstairs. She knocked on the door and Hana answered it, utterly in the buff. Leroy got a good look at her; she had some nice thighs, wide hips, and a cute set of pert breasts. It was enough to make Leroy pout in a way that made Hana smirk at the little one.

“I thought you might be thirsty… both of you, I mean!” Leroy stammered, then slid the tray into Hana’s hands, then fled down the stairs, leaving the older girl standing in the doorway looking confused. Moments later Leroy heard the mechanic giggle, and close the door behind her.

“Suri, your mena is so adorable when she’s trying to look mad…” That was the only snatch of conversation the little elf’s delicate ears could pick up. Leroy wasn’t sure if the phrasing Hana used was odd, or if she still needed to learn more nuance. Hana and Kena were lovers, so it was not surprising that the mechanic might call the innkeeper by a nickname… or was it a title? Or maybe a proper name? Leroy had no idea.

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The pair came down a few minutes later, fully dressed though the sweet unmistakable scent of lolita sex was still upon them. The blue haired catgirl could still feel the delicious touch of Hana on her body, and she was of half a mind to suggest they immediately return upstairs for just another hour, but she did not want to leave the elf girl unsupervised for much longer. They found the small elf-girl at the table studying and squirming on her bench. Kena sat down next to her while Hana stepped outside. The cat girl hugged Leroy from the side, with a tiny purr as the dark skin girl pouted.

“Are you upset at what Hana did to you?” Kena’s question was asked in a small soft voice. “I can’t think when people hug me tight,” Leroy said with a small sigh. “I feel like I’m just a toy to be played when… when you... You don’t do stuff like that to me!” The elf child looked up at her caregiver, still pouting as she spoke, confusion writ large on her precious features.

The innkeeper smiled and kissed her on the forehead, melting that pout in moments. “Hana is my lover, but she also has desire for girls your age.” Kena pulled her Mena onto her lap, and lightly snuggled her, feeling a thrill as the small elf gave a sweet little sigh. “I have no experience with little ones, though she does and I trust she won’t hurt you.” The cat-girl’s voice was soft and soothing, and she knew the little one was drinking in every word. She was, however, worried that the little elf might try to run away rather than face the option she would soon be presented with. Still, there was no chance the innkeeper could say ‘no’ to any of Hana’s demands, since they had planned to have a child together once they married in a handful of months, and she was prepared to let her lover slake her lust on a child of her own body or that of Hana’s; the elf girl simply moved things ahead of schedule.

“From time to time you’ll be traveling with Hana, learning some of her trade and meeting other people.” She waited for a change in the tension of the girl’s body in her arms, but the little thing just nodded and said, “Yes Kena.”

The cat-girl couldn’t help but let out a happy purr, but controlled her grip so as not to lull the pretty little elf into a daze. “Good girl. You’re to do everything Hana tells you to do, do you understand?” As she asked that, her hand accidentally slid over the girl’s tummy, and she could feel the vibrations of the toy within. She resisted the urge to push her palm in, waiting patiently until the little one once more agreed. “Wonderful! You’ll be leaving with Hana today, and hopefully returning tomorrow. Please go outside and see her.”

Letting the child go, she set her on her feet and watched as she pattered out into the midday sunlight. A pang of guilt filled her heart, the elf was still too young to be involved in such sexual things, but if she and Hana did not show her softer the pleasures a body could give, then that night the girl had been raped could affect her for many months, potentially her entire lifetime, and a lifetime spent fearing sex was hardly worth living.