Planar Shift - Part Three

Darkness slowly begins to envelope my vision, the gaze locked to the melted stone that once seemed to hold the shimmering oval the horned woman had emerged from. I hear as a door slams open, the sound soon being followed by rapid footfalls and a panicked voice.

"Mistress Ira?" cries the sweet and warm tones of some young woman beyond my sight. "Mistress Ir...!" she screams, her words falling short as I fade from consciousness.

As I lay in the darkness I feel the space around me throb with a slow heart beat. The loud rhythmic drumming would nearly be calming but for the all encompassing nature of it all. Laying against some cold hard surface I stare up into the dark void, my eyes straining to see just where I am.

Slowly I begin to see something, a faint pink glow from somewhere nearby. Craning my neck down I spot not a light, but my own glowing form coated in a thick layer of pink goo. The writhing mass covering my prone form seems to fight between three states of mind.

It sucks at my glowing form, tugging pieces free as I feel myself growing weaker and weaker. With each tiny fragment it consumes I watch in terror as the wriggling mass appears to bulge and grow in size. It also seems to shiver and shudder with each mouthful of me, the taste seemingly foul and repugnant as the pink slime tries to pull away before quickly returning to it's meal.

Oddly enough though, as it grows and spills onto the obsidian floor beneath us both I watch as it appears to sizzle and burn. While the blackened stone beneath me simply feels warm to the touch, to the slime in seems like certain death. With each subtle touch and tap it bubbles and pops, releasing a bright gold light that quickly pools beneath me.

The cycle repeats over and over, the slime consuming me and growing to large before it's mass is seared off and returned to me. In my delirious daze I can't help but wonder, "Is this the same thing she'd made me dri..."

My thoughts are cut off as a downright delicious scent hits my nose, the walls of the cavern I had found myself trapped in seeming to ooze the pleasant scent.

Maple Syrup and Cinnamon

Lavender and Honey Suckle

The smell of grass after a summer rain

My tongue laps at my lips as I feel myself growing famished and the smell, a deep and primal hunger gripping me as I watch small subtle motes of green light begin to drip from the ceiling above. The slime seems to pause it's lunch, 'looking' around at the tiny droplets as they fall to the floor. The faint pale green pools soon rush to me, their iridescent light quickly fusing with my own.

With only the first one I'm hooked, the sensation coursing through me leaving me with a powerful high that is impossible to describe. Power, pure unadulterated power spreads from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

The slime quivers for a second, shifting to pin me down as it senses the danger of my growing strength. Suddenly I lurch up, rolling myself over as I slam the slime into the stone floor. The cavern fills with the sound of searing flesh and the loud squeal of the pained creature beneath me.

Gone is the pink glow, the bright light replaced with a glorious golden luminescence. The pink creature quickly fades, it's shape turning to the same sunflower yellow as myself before merging into me. Oddly enough, it doesn't feel quite right or anywhere as good as the green droplets that continue to rain down around me.

Looking up I try to make out where I was, my mind struggling to focus under the pure pleasure wracking it with each of the tiny green droplets.

"Where... am..." I begin to mutter, my words echoing through the chamber before I'm suddenly snapped disorientation to someplace new.

"Mistress..." whimpers a sweet and gentle voice, her tone pathetically lost and upset. She struggles to say anything between sobs, the sound oddly close to me as I lay on my back with my hips tilted to the side. I can feel something squeezing me, holding my body tightly as warm an soft hands caress and clutch at my exhausted form.

I stir as I feel my chest press firmly against the stranger in the darkness, her face burying into my neck as she not only licks at my exposed flesh but also inhales deeply with a pleasured shudder. The mystery woman pauses, her sobbing turning to a gasp and a sniffle as she feels my shifting.

"Mistress Ira!" she cries, her weeping growing louder as she shifts to plant a kiss on my lips.

Intoxicating

Rich

Vibrant

Alive

My eyes shoot open as I snake my tongue into the young woman's mouth in instinct,her saddened cries quickly turning to soft and subtle moans. I can taste it, the bright and luscious flavors matching perfectly with the scents from the cave. I feel something behind me push my body against hers, my tired and hungry frame desperate to consume all I could in a lustful frenzy.

Thankfully, with a squeal I hear the young woman fall to the floor. Looking around I find myself resting on a fourposter bed, a set of red lace curtains surrounding all sides beside the right hand edge. The sheets are made of a luxurious satin, allowing me to slide effortless across the surface.

My heart skips a beat as I spot the black hair around the edges of my vision, my gaze turning down as I come face to face with the large pale purple mounds still resting in the black bodice dress the horned woman had been wearing.

Past the well-formed gropable shelf I spot a young woman, seemingly in her early twenties, as she pants on he ground. Her complexion is fair, lacking any sort of blemish or imperfection, though a set of dark bags seem to grow in beneath her eyes as the seconds pass. Her long honey blonde hair spills out around the crimson rug beneath her, her large blue eyes staring up in an unfocused manner and her pointed ears twitching impractically.

She is of a fairly lithe and modest build, her height certainly being around an inch or two shorter than the horned woman. Her assets also pale in comparison as well, while not small by any means they would seem so if standing beside the purple demoness.

Her outfit is lavish yet oddly modest, a conservative base with indulgent embellishments. She is dressed in a long white dress, the hem of the dress and the sleeves lined with perfectly artful golden thread in the form of some ancient runes. A belt wraps around her narrow waist, the thick leather adorned with various settings of luminous gemstones and a large platinum buckle. A large black metal choker wraps around her neck, the large ruby set in the middle seems to glow faintly in the shadow of the bed.

Her eyes slowly focus in my face as I stare down at her, her lips turning into a big grin as she wipes away the tears around her face.

"You're... Awake..." she pants, her voice crackly and hoarse either from the crying or for some other reason. "Mistress..." she whines, her lips quivering as she strains to pull herself back to her feet. "I was so worried... I saw you on the... I don't know what I would..." she bawls, standing at attention on shaking legs as she appears to be downright exhausted.

"Where..." I croak out, pausing as I hear the rich and sultry voice of the horned woman slip from my plush lips. The shock sends my tail whipping around sharply, the motion leaving me flinching as I'm forced to focus on calming the alien appendage down.

"I... I brought you to your room Mistress..." the tired elf mutters. "I did not know what to... I'm so very sorry for..."

"Thank you..." I sigh heavily, slumping down against the soft down mattress. It's all I can think to say, the rush of mere moments ago having slipped away as I'm soon met with an all too familiar exhaustion and hunger.

The elf seems to shiver with excitement as I give her praise, her legs squeezing together as she stifles a moan at even just those two simple words.

"Are you still needing more Mistress Ira?" the elf asks, looking down at my sweaty form and leaning in slightly for a better look. I watch as her nostrils flare, her eyelids fluttering a little at my scent as though it on it's own was pushing her over the edge.

She bites at her lip, struggling with some inner turmoil as her eyes roam over me.

"I am... very sorry Mistress..." she barely manages to croak out, the elf standing up as she clasps her hands in front of her and takes on a more prim and proper pose. "I... do not think I have it in me to give you any more of my..." she states with a shuddering breath.

"Your?..." I begin to wheeze, rolling over a little in the bed as I feel the muscly tail extending from just above my plump ass force my hips to raise themselves up naturally.

"I can still help Mistress" the elf states, the desperation oozing from her light and airy voice with each word. "I can fetch..."