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A Change of Body, A Change of Heart ( MercuryKnight777 & CutePhoenix )

PrincessCelestia

PrincessCelestia

Super-Earth
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Apr 7, 2011
Location
California
It was late at night and the sleepy little tavern in the sleepy little village didn't get many customers at this hour. While some taverns were busy well into the wee hours of the morning, this rather isolated community mainly served the locals. And most of them were now at home with their wives and families. The woman who owned it had lost her husband a year ago to kobolds who raided the village soon after the wheat harvest. She was only in her thirties and had never had children.

And currently her hands were held behind her back, tears streaming down her face as one man held her wrists and the other a knife to her throat. She wasn't being violated... yet. Instead, those two men were watching with hunger at the sight she was forced to be witness to. She didn't know who the girl with the red hair was but she felt both sympathy for her plight and fear knowing she would be next when they were done with the younger, prettier female.

Three more men were on her, pinning her back to one of the tables, the chairs knocked over and away. One man held her wrists above her head, the other the same with her ankles. They pinned her as the third cut and tore with a knife, not at her flesh but at her clothes. He wasn't trying to damage her perfect young body, but rather expose it for the hungry eyes and hungrier hands of the men.

They'd entered simply for a drink, but seeing the oppurtunity of two attractive - especially the young one - women all alone, the bandits figured that it was just good fortune and the best kind of relaxation after robbing that stage coach. The old noble woman had given them riches for their false promises to spare her life, but she hadn't had anything else they wanted. Not anymore. With this they would have the old woman's money, the bodies of these two fine bitches, and all of the tavern's booze free of charge. They'd be gone before anyone awoke.

"Hnnnh, damn this one is a looker! And so young! I'll bet you ain't never been ridden before, have ya little filly? Don't worry. Ol' Matthias here will take care of that for ya, girly." The man cutting her clothes wouldn't be that unattractive if his hygiene was a bit better but he smelled of violence and booze and hadn't shaved in days, the rough stubble on his face grating against her as he forced his lips on hers and his vile tongue down her throat.

Scream as she might the tiny commercial area of the town where the general store and the alchemist and the blacksmith and all of the other things that kept their farming community going were shut down, the owners back in their homes too far and the sturdy oak walls of the tavern too thick for cries for help to reach anyone.

Not far away, salvation was walking towards that tavern, seeing the lights in the distance and hoping for refreshment. But it was not there yet, and the girl would suffer worse humiliations in the torturous minutes before fate changed her life forever, and not in the way those men were about to.
 
If these horny beasts were expecting to find just some hot young piece of tail, and have fun with her, with her putting up little effort, they were mistaken. As there was quite a story behind this lovely young........thing.

"Oh, why don't you just go down the road and fuck a sheep. You certainly smell like you've eaten plenty of sheep shit." the fiery young red head said without fear to the man on top of her, even as her tore her clothes to shreds. She might not be struggling physically, due to being far outmatch in strength, but she wouldn't just shut up and take it.

One would probably find that odd, hearing such things from such a sweet looking girl. But, things were far from as they seemed. VERY far from it....

Though, any further fearless protests were turned to muffles when he forced his vile tongue into her mouth. Though, that didn't stop her from biting down as hard she could. If they wanted to ravage her body, they wouldn't do so without a little pain first. She was gonna make damn sure of that, even if she couldn't really move.

This night had started with her just wanting to find a warm bed for the night. That's why she had waited till now, knowing that pervy men likely wouldn't be around much at this time. Though, luck was certainly not on her side tonight. Her beauty was her curse......in a rather literal sense.
 
The one tearing at her clothes grinned, all of them laughing at her words. "OOOO! Well now, got some fire to go with that red hair, don't ya? Mmmmh, good. I like some spirit in my bitch." That was when he'd kissed her.

But it didnt' last long. The man screamed out and yanked back, holding his mouth as blood trickled from it. "AAAAAH! SON OF A BITCH!!! Alright, FINE! You want it that way?! FLIP HER!"

The girl found herself dragged down until her legs were hanging over the side of the table. In a practiced move that showed she was far from the first girl they'd had, both men holding her turned her over in unison. Her feet were now pulled to the ground, but still held wide apart as that man now knelt on the tavern floor to maintain the hold. The other keeps her wrists pinned tot he wood, arms stretched out in front of her on the table.

The leader tore the remnants of her clothes from her, not leaving one scrap to cover her. He grinned with blood-stained lips as he slipped the knife into his belt, instead pulling out a little vial of a thick but clear fluid. "You want to be a little brat? Fine. Brats get spanked." He opened the bottle and poured the oil onto her shapely ass, letting it drizzle down between the cheeks. His thick finger rubbed it against the tender pucker of her anus, pushing his cruel finger into her to spread the lubricant inside as well. "I was gonna do this the nice way, but now instead of making you a woman, we're just gonna use you like a bitch! No one touch her cunt, boys! This one is ass and mouth only! I don't want her feeling a bit of pleasure from it!"

The tavern owner began to sob as the man with the knife wrapped his free hand around one of her tits, molesting her even as his eyes watched the girl. "Ohhh, hell yeah! I love it when they piss the boss off! Hey, shut yer whimpering hag! We'll make sure to give your pretty ass some fucking too." She whimpered loudly at that, tears escaping her eyes as she wished for her departed husband to somehow save her.

Still not at the door of the tavern, the white robes of the lone figure trail the ground, not seeming to pick up any mud or dirt from the earth as she approached that door with desires of hot food and good wine, not knowing her Goddess was leading each step towards that door for a much more important purpose than sustenance.
 
The threat of forced, and very rough anal sex seemed to snap the girl into the behaviour they likely expected from her.

"H-Hey, I'm sorry I bit you, alright? Can't we work out some kind.......of special agreement that leaves me able to walk?" she asked with a grin and light laugh, as if she was just one of the guys trying to work out a deal with them. Though, unbeknownst to these men, that wasn't far from the truth. Still, most women might be screaming and jerking around, trying to get away. This one sounded more like a con man trying to smoothe talk his way out of a nasty predicament.

"Surely, you don't really want to hurt a poor little girl like me. I mean, come on........I'm sure we can think of something that leaves us all happy and able to walk without a limp?" she added, with yet another nervous laugh. Even though she was trying to talk her way out of this, she obviously didn't seem to believe it'd actually work. That was obvious from the tone of voice, and "Oh crap!" look in her eyes. Either way, she seemed to know she was gonna get raped one way or another. She just seemed to be trying to have it happen, with the lease harm to her as possible.
 
The men looked to each other at her words, and another bout of raucous laughter tore through the tavern. By now the one holding the tavern owner had released her. She was too terrified to fight back. He and the other holding her were busy downing rum at an alarming rate. Surely the booze would soon be passed around, and who knew how much worse this might get when they were all drunk?

The man behind her grabbed her red hair, pulling back on it with his grip near the roots. "Ohhh, now that little mouth would rather beg and plead than insult us? Too late, girly. Besides, you ain't walkin' away from this at ALL! Ain't you figured that out yet? Like we're gonna leave witnesses, heh! We'll be gone by the time anyone gets here tomorrow and no one will ever know where you came from, how you got here, or why you ended up sharin' this oak tomb with that bitch over there. Shit, I don't even know! Not that I care."

The men shared another laugh that was tragically mirrored by the now open sobs of the tavern owner, knowing she would be with her husband soon. Their leader's pants hit the floor with a loud noise as the weapons on his belt make the trousers drop like a stone. Still holding her hair, he rubbed the fat tip of his swollen cock against her anal star. He moaned in arousal as the other men grinned and stared perversely at the girl mere seconds away from a rather brutal introduction to sodomy, hoping she would still be tight when their turns came.

And still safety and light crept ever closer to that door, now seeing the shadows in the windows. Good, they were open. And from the sound of the laughter inside, it was nice and busy. She smiled at that, looking forward to being around people again after the long walk between towns with no one at her side.
 
They were certainly right. She was screwed in every sense of the word, quite literally. Perhaps keeping her mouth shut earlier would have been a wiser course of action. They probably would have still killed her, but at least it would have been a bit easier on her physically.

"Please........don't. I-I'm a princess. Keep me alive, and you can fuck me and be rich. I'll suck your cocks, I'll ride you, I'll bend over...........anything. Just........don't kill me." she pleaded. All out of options, she had no other choice but a desperate bluff. Even these beasts would be able to see through it, her voice full of fear and desperation.

She had tried to sweet talk her way out of it, and that failed miserably. Her last course of actions was to beg for her life and give herself to them. Then again, many would claim a life of sexual servitude would be a fate worse than death. Whether she agreed with that or not, saving her own ass seemed to be the key thought in her mind. And if she was a con artist, like her speech seemed, it was likely if they did spare her, she'd try and work them over to get her freedom. There was just something..........unique about this one.
 
The men jsut laughed again, and the one behind her delivered a sharp open-handed slap to her ass. "Shut the fuck up! You ain't no fuckin' Princess with that mouth, and you really think we wanna haul some dumb cunt around with us, making sure ya don't cut our throats in our sleep?! This is yer last night, girly! Accept it!"

Just as he pulled back to thrust violently into her and deliver a pain like no other, the tavern door opened. The figure that entered took only two steps before she stopped with a small gasp. Little could be seen of her. She wore a long hooded cloak of the purest white. It went all the way to the ground, not even her feet could be seen. The only part of her body that could be seen, in fact, was the lower half of her face. The hood hung over her eyes, though she seemed to see through the opaque material just fine. Her skin was light brown, not matching the golden strands of hair that hung down over the large swell at the chest of her robe. Though her body couldn't be seen, Her perfectly formed lips, cheeks, and chin hinted at a woman of extreme beauty.

Her lips pursed as the men all looked towards her. The door seemed to close on it's own, the banging noise ominous and signalling the death to come. She spoke calmly and firmly, her honey sweet voice delivering a demand. "Let them go and leave."

The bandits broke into the biggest laugh of the evening. Thank the heavens, the leader stepped away from the girl and pulled his pants up. Her torment would be, at the very least, delayed. But the others kept holding her down as the man with the rum eyed up the new prospect. "Ohhhh... and why should we? Hmmmm... lookit this, boys.. The Gods must truly favor us! THREE lovely ladies!" He chuckled, reaching out towards the cloaked figure's face. But she took a step back, recoiling from his touch with a hiss.

"Do not TOUCH me, scum! LEAVE! NOW!"

He grinned at her, signalling to the two behind the bar. "Three is too much. Kill the ugly one."

The slash of the knife was followed by the tavern's owner's hands around her own throat, gurgling and trying without success to hold in her life force as she fell to the ground. It was the act that sealed the men's fate. The cloak was tossed back, the illusion of the spell broken. For it was truly wings wrapped around herself, not a cloak. The woman beneath was physical perfection. Her curves were narrow and wide in all of the right places. Her face was like an angel's. That lovely brown skin was without a single scar or blemish, and her golden hair was long and flowed like a river behind her. Her clothes were scant, like the outfit of a belly dancer, with a semi-transparent skirt and tassles dangling from her top above her exposed midriff. A curved sword was attached to her hip, a foreign weapon from a land of desert people who shared her skin coloration though there typically darker and did not have her gorgeous gold hair or green eyes.

The battle was swift, brutal, and decisive. The men were so stunned that the leader hadn't even had time to wipe the stupid look off his face before his head hit the ground, followed by his body. The others drew their swords after the initial shock and charged her, screaming. She fought them as if she were dancing, bending and swaying through slashing steel like a practiced routine. There was unequaled beauty in her form as her scimitar cut them down. With but three cuts including the one that had killed the leader, all five men lay dead at her feet.

She wasted no time in running to the woman, whose skin was growing cold and pale. Her convulsions were dying down as she faded from this life, spiraling downwards into darkness, wondering when her husband would appear to guide her to their final reward.

The darkness never came as the angelic woman removed the woman's hand and clasped her own around her slit throat. Warm light flowed from her palm, and the woman gasped anew as her skin's color returned. Still laying in a pool of her own blood she coughed violently as Ezri's hand moved away from her throat, now bloody but whole and undamaged as if she'd never been hurt.

She tries to spit out thanks to the woman among her traumatize sobs, but the paladin simply shushed her and stroked her hair, smiling warmly to her before looking to the red-haired girl and speaking in a compassionate voice.

"Are you alright over there? I hope I was not too late."
 
The lovely young red head just watched it all, rather dumbfounded, eyes wide and mouth hung open wide as well, as she sat on the table, watching this woman slay the would be rapists with ease and hypnotic grace. She just couldn't look away. She was just so.........beautiful. Even as she slew the men one by one, her beauty did not dim in the slightest. Then, she spoke, and the red head found herself actually shiver a little at the sound of that lovely voice.

"Y-Yeah, no worse for wear." she said surprisingly casually as she stood up off the table, sighing soon after when she saw all her clothing was now no more than scraps, and unwearable.

"You managed to kill those horny bastards before they stole my dignity.........and more." she added with a nod, coming to stand by the two women.

"So..........what are you? Some kind of wandering bad ass that saves young maidens from being fucked senseless?" she asked, hands on her naked, cocked to the side hips, as she spoke in a crude manner, unbefitting her gentle, soothing voice. She was on odd one to say the least, getting odder by the minute, especially with her being stark naked, and caring very little about it.
 
The blonde woman helped the older brunette to her feet. The tavern owner walked over to the men's bodies, cursing and spitting on them, letting out her rage at what they had done to her, especially the one who cut her throat. She watched her with a sad smile for a moment. She would be alright. It would take time to get over how cruel a person could be to another, but she would move on eventually.

Knowing anything else would probably not help the tavern owner, she turned towards the other, taller girl. Her cheeks didn't blush at all at the girl's nudity. If she were a man, perhaps. But the blonde had seen many more sinful things amongst the people of her own temple during their wild and frequent orgies, which she did not participate in.

She gave a little giggle at the question and her amusing mannerisms. She liked this girl already, she had a spunk to her that was alluring. "Something of the sort." She curtsied properly to the redhead. "I am Ezri Merle Richelieu, Paladin of Dibella."

Dibella, Goddess of Sex, Love, and Pleasure. Her temples were known far and wide for only letting the most beautiful enter it's service, the reward for gaining entry endless nights of wine and sex. The priestesses were divine hookers, selling their bodies to any patrons who could make an appropriate donation. They offered their healing services free to the actual hookers who kept the money they received rather than it going to some temple. Still some of that gold did end up in donations as the church was known for protecting prostitutes and offering to remove any wayward itches or burns they may pick up free of charge, which helped make hookers in the cities those temples operated in much higher quality.
 
"OH! That explains alot. You're one of those babes. Should have known as much. Most beautiful woman I've seen, with equal skill in the blade. So, I sincerely thank you lovely paladin, for saving my life and my dignity." said the red head, smiling as she gently took the paladins hand, kissing the back of it, a common chivalrous move.......for males. That wasn't far from the case. Especially since this gesture was meant only to lay down the ground work for eventually getting between those lucious legs.

"My name would Kira Leron. I am little more than a common presence, who is honored just to be in your presence." she said, with a sweet little smile.

"Anything I can do repay your good timing?" she asked curiously, a sweet smile and innocent look in her eyes..........This girl was a pro. And only time would explain why that was.
 
Most people would consider Kira's behaivor odd, and indeed Ezri noticed the very male way in which she conducted herself. Moreoever, most women Ezri saved before it was too late were bawling and crying, wracked with fear over what had almost happened. But this one seemed far too calm, especially with the proceeding violence and death.

Still, unusual behaivour was far from unique to her. She'd grown up in a family that exclusively served the God of Justice, Var. When she had received the divine message that she was to serve Dibella, a goddess who had Paladins so rarely that one could count them on one's fingers with some to spare, she was heartbroken. But she had made the change, and since then she'd seen countless lewd and sinful acts from her fellow acolytes. Men dressing as women. Women using devices and equipment to take men as if they were women. Divine magics and potions that blurred the lines of gender. If not for the lack of proper greeting Ezri might have thought Kira one of her own sisters of the silk.

Ezri returned the smile with one many magnitudes of order sweeter. The short girl, just a couple of inches over five feet, radiated grace and kindness like a tangible thing, as if one could reach out and touch such abstract concepts. And she did not seem off put by the obviously amorous advances of another woman. Clearly, Ezri knew what Kira was doing. She just didn't object.

"Thank you for your kind words. But your safety is payment enough. Though..." She looked to the tavern's owner. "I hope you do not mind if I took some of their money. They wronged you most, so it is rightfully yours, but I am low on the funds to finance my pilgrimage."

The tavern owner was by now returning to her bar, slumping into a chair and pulling out one of her strongest drinks, feeling it was the best time she'd ever heard of to sample some of her own product. She waved a hand dismissively at her. "Sure, honey. I don't want their coin." She was staring at the dead men, seeming to contemplate her own mortality and how close she came to leaving this world. Her own blood wasn't even dried on her throat and breasts.

Ezri smiled to her, looking the girl over with a frown. "I'm sorry about your clothes... I cannot mend them. But I am sure there is a tailor here, yes?" A glance at the older woman was met with a curt nod. Ezri smiled, looking to Kira. "Then I shall replace your clothing in the morning. For tonight, I will stay here, to see that no one takes advantage of you while you are robbed of your modesty and to speak to the town guard when they arrive. I am sure five dead bodies will raise questions."

The tavern owner grabbed the key to her best room, tossing it on the bar. "Here. Free. Big enough for you both if you want. Just don't ask for anything tonight. Cept for that room, I'm closed." She moved the shot glass she'd been using aside and started to just drink right from the bottle, not taking this near as well as Kira was.
 
"Meh, it's alright. Nothing wrong with the nude female form. And I would be honored if you would agree to share the room with me. I promise not to snore." Kira replied with a playful laugh.

"Besides, I sleep naked anyways, so I'm quite ready for a good nights rest." she added, still seeming to be carefree and playful. She had heard of these paladins before, and she had assumed this girl would catch onto her lecherous ways in an instant. But, this one either didn't realize, or did, and didnt mind. Either way, Kira liked it. She knew there was little chance of touching and doing other naughty things to that perfect body tonight. But, she figured snuggling up against her during the night under the guise of still being scared would be nice. The thoughts of what she would like to do to said body were enough to keep her satisfied.

"But, would you possibly........maybe.........be willing to share the same bed? I may seem all fine and dandy, but the thought of laying in the dark, all alone in a bed really puts me on edge. I'd feel far safer if my knight in shining armor was sleeping next to me." she stated, making it seem as if she was embarassed to make such a request.
 
Ezri quirked an eyebrow. "Certainly there is not, but you will still want some clothes to avoid a repeat of tonight." She smiled to the tavern owner, taking the key with thanks. She had planned for wine and dinner, but she now just wanted a warm bed.

She giggled softly at the words of the taller woman. Ezri may be gorgeous but the redhead was more physically intimidating. But then Ezri was the one with an entire lifetime of training in the sword and the actual sword itself. She could more than understand the woman's trepidation, even if it was being as an excuse. But some cuddling was harmless enough, and Ezri often had other Priestesses slipping into her bed. Not for sex, but just for warmth and closeness. It was one thing she was used to sharing with other people, even men. "Very well. I will stay with and protect you tonight."

She lead the girl up the stairs, giving her a chance to admire her immaculate form. Itwas of note that despite the blood everywhere, not a single drop seems to be on Ezri. For that matter not a speck of dirty mars her skin, lint her clothes, or anything else of the sort. It was like filth simply does not attach to her.
 
"Your skin, it's so smoothe and clean." Kira said, reaching out and gently running her fingertips over the girls back, enjoying the simple sensation. The feeling of her skin, and the way her hips moved as she walked, Kira was tempted to shove her against the wall, and go to town on that body. Though, she knew if she did that, she'd share the same fate as those lieing dead downstairs. She knew how these Paladins operated. People joked that they were the sex patrol, but rarely did anyone ever cross them. Only horny idiots that couldn't keep it in their pants.

When they soon entered the room, and shut the door behind them, Kira came up right behind her and slipped her arms around Ezri's exposed waist, nearly drooling at feeling even more of that perfect skin.

"I can't thank you enough, miss Ezri." she said, nuzzling her cheek against Ezri's. She was more or less feeling out the girl. Trying to see what worked and what didn't. It seemed cuteness and light flirting was rather effective. Didn't take much to know that moving real fast would not work well with her. Despite being a Paladin, she was really getting a virgin vibe from her. With girls like that, one had to go slow and ease them into it. Just trying to jump right in their panties never worked well.
 
Ezri halted for just a moment on the stares at the touch to her back, brown cheeks blushing softly. "Thank you... you're very pretty as well. I am glad Dibella guided me here to save that beauty." She resumed walking, brushing it off as harmless flirting.

Of course when they were in the room and the arms went around her naked mid section, Ezri gasped and tensed. It wasn't that she wasn't used to being touched, there was plenty of physical affection in her temple. But even after ten years in service to Dibella it made her tense.

Ezri placed her hands on Kira's, gently removing the arms before turning to face her. She looked up into her new aquiantance's eyes and spoke in a gentle tone, like a woman trying to let a man down easily. "Kira... sometimes, these situations can make emotions and feelings run high. What you are feeling right now... it's just adrenaline. Try to control it. If you are still attracted to me in the morning... well... I am mandated to seek love and affection wherever it may be possible. But right now your hormones just have the better of you."
 
"My, how cordial. Are you saying that if I am still attracted to you in the morning, you'll be open to my advances?" Kira asked with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed over her sizable chest.

"Well, I guess I have something nice to look forward to in the morning." she added with a little laugh, before randomly picking one of the beds, and sliding quickly under the covers, before lifting the blanket up and patting the place next to her on the bed.

"I promise to keep my hands to myself, dear Ezri." she continued, with a smile. A simple comment from Ezri spoke volumes, showing Kira she was on the right track to getting what she wanted. It would no doubt take time, but Kira was determined to fully indulge in the pleasures Ezri had to offer
 
The inn's best room was really not all that fancy. Actually, it was the exact same as every room. The tavern owner's late husband just labeled this one the 'best' so they could charge an extra fifty percent, but only to pompous idiots who asked for the best in an obvious effort to look important. Still, it was a nice room, with a bed for two, a small attached washroom - literally a small room with just a wash basin, as the small farming town lacked the gnomish plumbing systems of the big cities and hence had no running water - and everything clean, fresh, and well-kept and decorated. Basic, but cozy.

Ezri blushed a little as Kira took to the bed. She turned around, beginning to disrobe. It didn't take long. In fact, she didn't even have shoes or socks on, the soles of her feet immaculate nonetheless. No rough callouses or dirt or any such thing, just smooth, baby soft skin. She also lacked any hair below her neck, not even a hint of stubble anywhere, as if this were natural and had never changed the way most people did when they hit puberty despite her looking to be a couple winters shy of twenty in age. She didn't seem ashamed by her body at all. It wasn't that she had overcome modesty, it was more like she didn't think of herself being nude as even being an issue in the first place. There was no sexuality to the way she disrobed or walked to the bed, no change in posture or demeanor.

She slipped in beside Kira, giving the other girl a smile before she reached up to turn the lantern at the bedside down to the dimmest flicker. Even at that her angelic eyes could see perfectly in the dark. She closed them and was soon fast asleep, legs and arms sprawled haphazardly at her side and her adorable little lips lightly parted as she breathed in and out. The wing that would have laid where Kira was instead folded over Ezri like a blanket, covering her lower half but notably not her quite large and perky young breasts. The other hung lazily over the side of the bed. She didn't seem at all troubled by Kira's presence, looking like some sort of fairy tale princess in an eternal slumber, except for the fact that her top half was not covered in any way.

Was she just naive? Or gullible? Even if Kira was a girl and someone who had been saved from something rather horrible, she was obviously amorous in an overtly sexual way. Why would she go to sleep next to such a person in such a vulnerable way? She had even left her sword out of arm's reach by the door. If Kira wanted to, she could do just about anything. Or perhaps Ezri wasn't as defenseless in her sleep as she seemed.
 
Kira was left abit breathless at the sight of a sleeping Ezri. Even sleeping, she looked positiveily gorgeous. In fact, even more so. She looked even more gentle and serene. Watching her so........vulnerable, she was yet again tempted to do all kinds of perverted things to her. And with her very nice breasts, she was quite open. Still, Kira kept her hands to herself, as hard as it was. God, how she wanted to just reach out and cup one of those things. To squeeze and kneed it. To look and suck at her nipple. It was near torture. But, Kira had enough self control to not risk her life just cop a feel of the angel next to her. So instead, she just scooted closer, snuggling up to her, before she gradually drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, she was the first to awake from the sun washing over their naked bodies. As she slowly opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of a sleeping Ezri, dark skin drenched in the light of sun. The site.........was magnificent. Kira even blushed as she looked at her. This was not base, sexual kind of hot. This was true beauty personified. She just.......couldn't look away.
 
Ezri did not wake for a couple of minutes, giving Kira time to admire her form. When she did however, she sat up slowly and stretched out all four of her upper appendages, arms and wings. She truly was magnificent, and when she rose from bed and turned all those lovely mounds and curves and valleys away from Kira, her backside was equally gorgeous. Few women with a front like hers looked as good from the back, not for lack of good backsides but simply for competing with such assets. But Ezri somehow pulled it off, in no small part thanks to her perfect ass which was as curvaceous and womanly as the rest of her despite her small stature and the large white wings which seemed to not have so much as a feather out of place.

She dressed casually, and as she did so another aspect of her beauty was revealed. She began to sing, and it was something any who had heard true bardic music would recognize. There was magic in her gorgeous voice, the kind that could rouse emotions in those around her. And her happy, morning time melody seemed to perk the spirits of all those who heard it. Even in the tavern below, the owner looked up at the ceiling as the guards removed the bodies of the bandits and her serving girl mopped the floor and felt the horrors of the previous night melt away.

When she was done dressing, she turned to the bed and smiled happily, interrupting her song only long enough to say good morning before she continued and strapped her sword back onto her shapely hips.
 
"You're absolutely gorgeous, you have a perfect body, you're a great fighter and you can sing. Is there anything the lovely Ezri can't do?" Kira asked, smiling as slid out of the covers, sitting on the edge of the bed. She then did her own stretching, before standing up off the bed. While not gorgeous in the same way as Ezri, Kira was exceptional in all physical areas herself when it came to looks. Though, while Ezri was mouth wateringly beautiful, Kira was more the along the lines of hot that brougt about boundless lust. From her head to her toes, every inch of her screamed amazing lay.

"I particularly like those wings of yours." she said, reaching out her hand, before stopping and giving Ezri a May I touch look.
 
Ezri blushed just a little at the flattery. "Oh, there are many things, of course. " She waited for the other woman to dress, patiently. When she approached, she nodded gently and offered the wing by stretching it out to meet her hand. They feathers and down were amazingly soft and well cared for. Ezri sighed a bit. "You have no idea how much trouble they are, though. It's very difficult to wash them, and if you don't maintain them you get all sorts of nastiness. Forget wingrot, you can pick up bugs." She shuddered, making the wing quiver. "People think they're just like this. It takes alot of dedication and care! And a friend helps, since they're kind of hard for me to reach."

She pulled the wing away after a moment, and when they wrapped around her body they seemed to turn once more into that hooded cloak. The magic must be woven right into her wings, because merely folding them activated the spell that hid all but the lower parts of her beautiful face in that white silk that did not tarnish when it touched the ground, because in actuality it did not touch the ground.

"Stay here and I will purchase you something to wear. Then we can go downstairs and I will buy us some breakfast. Is that alright?"
 
"Yes, it sounds great to me honey." Kira replied, smiling as she playfully teased with that honey comment, making it obvious that like she said last night, that attraction was not gone. That was to be expected, since Kira secretly just wanted between her legs. She didn't care about attraction. She just wanted pussy, and what a pussy Ezri must have. Every part of her was simply perfect, her naughtiest bits must be divine and taste like ambrosia.

"Don't be too long, or I'll miss you." she added with a little wink before going back and flopping out across the bed, just gonna lay there while Ezri went out and got her some clothing to wear, to replace what the rapists had shredded last night.
 
Ezri left the room with a smile, not seeming to mind the familiarity of the phrase. She was taught never to rebuff advances until the person went too far, and despite Kira's obvious... desires she had not done anything overtly wrong. Sensuality was not discouraged in her faith.

She returned a few minutes later with some dark pants that would be comfortable and easy to move in and a rather fine silk shirt, considering how isolated they were. "Here. The tailor had nothing in your size in stock, but I found out a gentleman with your measurements lives in town." She'd never even taken Kira's measurements! Did she do that by sight alone?! "When I explained our troubles he was more than happy to let me peruse his wardrobe. Somehow, I thought these would look nice on you even though they're men's clothes. So I purchased them from him." Not only that but she had apparently sweet talked the tailor into giving her the personal information of a customer and that that customer into just letting her walk into his house and rummage through his personal things! One wondered if Kira could con her way through all of that in the span of twenty minutes.
 
"Wow, got all that info, and know my sizes without even asking. You're sneakier than you look." Kira replied, thanking Ezri as she took the clothes and quickly got dressed. Then, she looked down at her self, checking her body out to see how she looked int his outfit.

"Well, it's not as breathtaking as your outfit, but I like it." she said, smiling.

"I'm curious though. Just how did you get customer info from someone? Did you........you know........do things to him?" she asked. She knew the answer to that question, but this was of course, just another step of her plan. She knew what she was doing. Even though Ezri was a unique specimen, Kira didn't doubt that eventually, she'd have the girl wrapped around her finger.........sexually at least. That body.........god how she wanted to explore that body. But, it would have to wait. Patience had it's rewards.

((I'm heading off for a bit. Should be back on in like a hour or two. So, I won't be gone that long. Just logging off as this isn't my comp, as I'm at my cousins, so gotta share. Then, I'll be heading home soon enough, and can get on my laptop.))
 
((Mmkay, I got another 2 or 3 hours after the time of this post, with interruptions for food and showering. Which just means a couple slow posts. Wednesday is my late day, usually I would be done RPing as of two hours before this post. As I can TELL I want more RPs with you though, my schedule should open up in June. Getting my own place apart form my GF. Also, double-parenthesis as OOC denotation FTW. This is how it's done, readers. Represent! *holds arms up curves like parenthesis while giving gangsta look*))

Ezri blushed a bit at the comment about being sneaky, speaking meekly. "I didn't have to sneak." She didn't seem to like the implication. And her momentary joy at hearing that her choice was approved of turned to a horrified expression, followed by an open palm stinging Kira's cheek. "I am a Paladin! I do not do such things with strangers! My body is only for those who show that they love and care for me. Do not insult my character!" She stared at Kira with anger for about five seconds before her hands covered her mouth with a gasp.

"Oh... oh I'm.. I'm sorry... th-that's my mother talking..." She blushed furiously, raising her hand delicately to Kira's cheek. With thegentlest touch of her suddenly glowing fingertips the lingering pain and red imprint of her hand faded from Kira's cheek. "Please forgive me. I am still trying to unlearn that. And PLEASE don't mention it, my mentor takes any excuse to put his hand to my backside. It's the only way he's allowed to touch me and I'm afraid his teenage hormones get the better of him."

Apparently Dibella had some rather erratic guidelines when it came to what her Paladins could and could not do. But then there were only seven at any one time in the entire world for a reason, and the rest had all been trained for it from birth. Ezri had been raised to serve Var, and a completely different set of morals meant she was not the openly sexual, boiling pot of temptation and erotic wrath that the other six were.
 
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