Planar Shift - Part Four

"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 Catharus the Bull, I've even been letting him around the milking stock to get him pent up" she coos, wriggling her slender hips excitedly as her cheeks begin to grow a bright red. "I... bound him up of course, he hasn't had a chance to..." she begins to explain breathlessly, her gaze drifting to my crotch before she cuts herself off.

Before I can really respond she quickly hops in place, pivoting about face as she power walks out the nearby double doors with overt purpose. Her stride quickness as she shoves her way past the towers dark wooden door, soon leaving her racing out of sight as the sound of her feet steps quickly fade from earshot.

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.

Planar Shift - Part Two

My jaw drops I watch the light dissipate into tiny wisps, the shreds dancing in the air for a moment before turning to a dull gray dust after only a few moments away from the disc before me. The image on the other side solidifies, my gaze locking to a slender horned woman with pale purple skin.

Planar Shift - Part One

Snow laps at the windows of my apartment as the wind outside rattles the glass in its frame. Outside is illuminated only via the light of street lamps and passing cars, the clouds over head blocking any sight of the moon or the stars.

It was a shame really, the first 'blood moon' in quite some time and it was meant to be well and truly a sight to behold if not for the horrendous cloud cover.

Not daring to brave the harsh winter winds to find some better viewing point I merely decided to remain at home, rugged up on the couch under a mountain of cozy blankets and snack foods. Dim light creeps into the living area from the bedroom hallway, the small light being the easiest way to balance between the harsh overheads and wanting to still have some illumination while watching my movie.

As always, my heart races in my chest as I watch the horses race down into the Pelennor Fields, the speech stirring me to action despite the obviously sedentary state I planned to remain in. Still, during the action to come I wanted something to distract myself with as my thoughts turned to the kitchen.

As I clamber to my feet, the blankets giving way and tumbling to the floor, I feel something prick at my nostrils. It is hard to describe, like the air around me was filled with some dull sense of static.