Reborn From the Cosmos

ARC 7-Cursed Fates-153

“You…want me to change?”

I don’t think my confusion is out of place. I know very well that my lovers, well, love my body. Which is precisely the point of it. I crafted my form to be irresistible. But it seems it’s being resisted. I have no idea what she’s thinking. Wait! Don’t tell me this crazy elf is falling back on bad habits?

A poke to my forehead interrupts me. “Whatever you are thinking is wrong. Your first form, Lou.”

My first? My ooze isn’t a form, it’s my base state. That would mean… “You want me to…transform into my original body?”

“Mm.”

“But…” Why the heck would she be interested in that?

The pointing finger moves to raise my chin. “Do you trust us?”

What kind of question is that? “Of course I trust you.”

She looks at me with an expectant gaze. I look over my shoulder to Talia and Alana. The flower’s stare is unreadable and my knight avoids meeting my gaze. Something has her blushing something fierce, which doesn’t help my nerves. But the decision was already made when Kierra made it a matter of trust.

With a thought, I’m myself, but the me before Cosmo laid his divine influence on me. It’s…uncomfortable. Amazingly so. I feel weak. Saints, how did I ever survive being so fragile?

Kierra, on the other hand, looks thrilled. Her bloodthirsty smile curls her lips as she leers at me with hungry eyes. “This brings back fond memories, does it not? Of how we celebrated our union. We spent many nights turning my prison into our nest.”

“Yeah, good times, but whaaaah.” My words are cut off by her hand unapologetically pushing between my legs. The moan transforms into a yelp of surprise as she suddenly lifts me and throws me toward the bed. Damn. Forgot how much stronger than me she was before my prime form.

The elf leaps onto the bed right after me, crawling over me. “Mm. I love your strength but this is also nice.”

Of course this green beast is happy she can toss me around and pounce on me. Not that I’m complaining. My arms are open as she presses herself against me and claims my mouth. My hands instinctively come up, but they’re grabbed before they can get far. I look past Kierra to find Alana’s sterner than usual eyes looking down on me. They are filled with disbelief and something a bit worrying. She takes my wrists and effortlessly raises them above my head. Then she traps them with one hand.

“Saints. You really were weak.”

I want to retort that of course I’m weaker than her, with her dedicated training aided by Kierra’s magic, but that’s impossible with my tongue being monopolized. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly I give in. All it would take is a thought to have my former strength back, but Kierra’s enthusiasm and Alana’s wonder persuade me not to.

“I could…”

I yelp again as I’m dragged out from underneath Kierra, to the very top of the bed by a smirking blonde. “Having…fun?” I pant while trying to catch my breath. It’s the simple things about my prime form that I take for granted. Like my lungs that can draw in enough air that having my airways blocked for several minutes isn’t even noticeable, let alone bothersome.

“I wasn’t sure about this when Kierra explained what she wanted to do—"

Probably because she likes being on the bottom even more than I do.

“—but I’ve got to admit.” Her smile widens, showing only a hint of teeth. It’s an evil expression. “This is fun.”

“Glad you’re—eep!”

An undignified sound escapes me as I’m lifted from the bed with startling ease. My legs instinctively wrap around Alana’s waist, searching for something stable as the room spins. I gasp as my back is pressed against the wall. Then Alana’s eyes are far too close.

“You okay?” she whispers, the smoky-eyed villain stepping back and making space for my sweet girl. Knew she wasn’t too far away.

“Oh, yeah. I’m really suffering.” My sarcasm is so thick, I wouldn’t be surprised to hear it falling to the ground. “This is a little…different.” I squirm against her. “I guess I’m a little surprised. I thought you liked, well, me being strong.” And beautiful. I’m not unattractive as I am but my prime form is gorgeous. I’m not surprised by her being attracted to me, but to choose my original face over my objectively better one? A bit baffling.

She makes a thoughtful noise. “I…well.” I muffle a moan as she presses against me. Her eyes look away from me for the first time as she lowers her voice to a mumble my human ears can barely hear. “We…I was worried about you. You haven’t been yourself since…in a while. For good reason. It has been a hard time for everyone, but for none more than you. We could see that you were burdened. But you don’t need to carry it around us.”

She raises her head, her harsh mien somewhat ruined by the growing flush in her cheeks. “Things aren’t going to slow down out there. We’re going to be forced into more conflicts, face more harsh decisions. We need you to do those things. Maybe a whole lot more, if we’re going to face dragons one day. But we wanted you to know that it doesn’t have to be like that all the time. There are times when you don’t have to be the strong one. When you need a break, or when you want someone else to take the reins, we have…this.”

I can’t help it. I laugh. Not even the narrowing of her eyes stops the humor. “Not the reaction I was hoping for.”

I smother my laughter until I can talk through the snickers. “You. Take charge.” That’s all I can get out before the laughter takes over.

I know what I’m doing. Alana isn’t arrogant by any measure, but she can’t stand being looked down on. My words are said with love and good intentions, but the sight of her sneer is predictable. So is her aggressive kiss.

“We’ll see,” she growls a hand grabbing the belt of my pants. I gasp as instead of pulling them down, she just rips the fabric, exposing my front. Her opposite arm wraps around my stomach as she wastes no time curling two fingers into me.

I arch into her, legs doing their best to constrict her as my nails dig into her shoulders. A whine slips out of me as she adds a third finger, my belly clenching with the beginnings of a climax. Blessed tits. We’ve done this dozens of times, but what felt almost gentle in my prime form is far rougher, her fingers practically battering the sensitive places inside me. My prime form is meant to be susceptible to pleasure but I won’t last long like this either.

“Not laughing now, are you?” Alana bites out with unmistakable smugness.

“So…petty,” I pant out between moans.

“Like you’re the one to—" I cut her off with a loud, shuddering moan. “—talk.”

I don’t have the strength to respond. No prime form means I actually get tired between orgasms. Something Alana might have forgotten. Her pumping hands slow, letting me ride the peak, but as soon as my shaking slows, she speeds up. Dammit, she doesn’t even have the decency to appear winded while having her way with me, but at least her blush is a deep scarlet, showing her excitement.

“Tonight, you’re going to forget everything but us.”

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