Chalce and Greta enjoy a sensual evening together! ~~~ (This series is released 2+ months early on Patreon with Patron votes determining what happens in the next part! Sexy stuff starts in part 2; this one is mostly setup. Our MC will get turned into a girl and various different monster girls and such throughout the story)
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Trials of Gaia: Part 12 "Intimate" Greta took a deep breath as she walked into the bedroom wearing a translucent nightgown; it was the only thing she had on her that could serve as pajamas, and she figured this body was feminine enough to pull it off. Seeing she made it to the room first, she scurried to the bed and crawled in, pulling the blankets close. ‘Why does Chalce wish to lay with me? I know we’re friends and all… Maybe it’s a thing female friends do?’ She mused.
Chalce poked her head in and smiled wide before trotting in, wearing a nightgown similar to Greta’s. “That looks comfy; let me join you,” she purred as she crawled into bed and burrowed under the covers next to her dear companion.
Greta squeaked when Chalce cuddled close and nestled her face against her neck, her fluffy fox tail loosely draping over them. “Hey… I didn’t expect you to ng so close,” Greta mumbled in embarrassment. From this distance, it was impossible not to admire the soft, sweet scent emanating from the adorable alchemist.
“We’re both girls, right? We’re also demis now, which means we have a strong urge for companionship and cuddles,” Chalce huffed before leaning in and nipping Greta’s neck.
“A-- Ahhh!” The snow-white cat girl cried as a shiver ran down her spine. Her nipples immediately hardened while her crotch tingled with warmth. “Is-- is that true? I don’t know if it is,” she whined, her cheeks flushing bright red. All she could think of was the time she was stuck as a dragon girl; Chalce had seen her in a terribly vulnerable state and helped her with an egg problem. The alchemist never once brought that moment up, and hadn’t used it to tease her in any way. ‘I guess we’ve been more intimate than this before,’ she conceded.
“Mmmph. Of course, it’s true! If it wasn’t true, then why would I be doing these things?” Chalce demanded as her tail thumped the bed.
Greta blinked and momentarily froze. “I don’t have a response for that. You’re one of a kind, Chalce,” she sighed and closed her eyes before gently putting her arms around the fox girl, holding her tenderly. Despite her minor protest, she didn’t actually mind; on the contrary, she found Chalce’s presence and affection comforting and-- flustering. But, not in a bad way. It was hard to describe what she was feeling.
“To be honest, I find it hard to keep my hands off of you,” Chalce grinned, sliding her hands under Greta’s shirt, touching her soft, silky skin.
Greta shivered and blushed, but didn’t push Chalce away. She still wasn’t used to being treated so tenderly and affectionately; was this truly something demis craved? She grew more flustered by the moment as her body tingled, the fox girl’s delicate fingers tracing over her bare abdomen and sides. “I-- I am endlessly impressed by just how sensitive female bodies really are,” she muttered and squirmed, her breath rate growing ragged.
“Let me know if I do something you don’t like, okay?” Chalce said softly, pulling back as she peered intently into Greta’s eyes.
“Y-- yeah, okay…” The silvery demi agreed, unable to fully resist the burning need bubbling up within her loins.
Without any further warning, Chalce grinned devilishly and grabbed Greta’s gown, stripping it from her more quickly than she could react. Greta’s naked form was now fully exposed to the cool bedroom air, her nipples hardening as a small yelp escaped her lips. ‘She can see everything like this-- has she always been so aggressive?’ Greta mused, blushing furiously as she shifted her eyes away and attempted to push her legs together.
“You don’t really want to fight me off, do you?” The alchemist asked as she grabbed Greta’s hands and pinned them above her head. “I-- I have never felt this primal. I am sure your hormones are raging, too,” she insisted, lowering her head as she pressed her tongue against Greta’s nipple, moving in a slow, circular motion.
“Mmm-- oooh…” Greta squealed, her body trembling as her nipples and vulva throbbed with desperate need. Knowing just how amazing female pleasure felt, she found herself eagerly anticipating where her evening was going. She could trust Chalce; it was okay to be vulnerable in front of her.
“I’m glad you’re willing to let me take charge,” Chalce beamed. She stopped pinning Greta and adjusted herself to the side, leaning in to kiss the precious cat girl deeply.
Greta’s heart raced harder as she shakily leaned into the impassioned kiss. All the while, she felt a delicate set of fingers slowly trace down her abdomen and below her waist. Knowing what was to come, she unconsciously spread her legs ever so slightly, allowing the lusty fox easier access. “A-- ahhh…” She moaned as Chalce’s nimble digits spread her labia apart and slid through the moist folds. The motion was slow and steady, up and down while barely brushing upon her throbbing clit.
“It’s even better when attacking each erogenous point at once,” Chalce cooed, pulling back from the kiss. “Like this…”
Greta was about to ask what she meant when she felt two of Chalce’s fingers slide downward and force their way into her vagina. “A-- ahh!” She gasped as the fingers hooked against her outer vaginal wall. She felt Chalce apply pressure from the inside while dextrously pressing her thumb against her aching clit before starting a slow, circular motion.
“Mm-- f--fuck…. Ahhhhh…” Greta squirmed and perspired, clenching the bed sheets as small moans wafted from her lips. Her pussy convulsed and squeezed Chalce’s fingers, her clit similarly quivering as orgasmic bursts rippled through her tender, feminine form. She was putty in Chalce’s hands, unable to put up any resistance in the face of such warm, all-consuming bliss. ‘I-- I never felt anything this good as a man,’ she briefly mused during a moment of lucidity amidst the encroaching orgasms.
“Now, here,” Chalce purred.
Greta took a sharp breath as Chalce once more pressed her mouth to her breast and sucked, nipping lightly as she swirled her tongue over her nipple in fast circles. “AHHH!” Greta writhed and panted, arching her hips and pushing down against Chalce. She had no control, a slave to womanly pleasure. Her body involuntarily grinded and pushed into the alchemist’s hand while the nipple stimulation amplified pleasure throughout her body.
The two remained locked in this position for a long time, with Greta continuously moaning and purring, letting out small mewing sounds as her tail vigorously thumped the bed. At one point, Chalce lowered herself and pressed her tongue against her sex, skillfully maneuvering her tongue while still using her fingers to stimulate her g-spot.
‘How-- how can I go back?’ Greta caught herself thinking as constant orgasms washed over her. She had been male her whole life, but she had never felt as much blissful pleasure as she had in female bodies. On top of that, she had dear friends-- perhaps even a lover, who accepted her in this form.
After more time passed, Greta hit her ultimate climax, crying out Chalce’s name as she moaned and purred, basking in the milky warmth that consumed the entirety of her being. The only thing she could think at the moment was, ‘I-- I could get used to this…’