Merchant & Monster Girls

Reina hoped Jeni was in the lobby. It was a little spooky walking down the darkened hallway with the wind roaring outside. The sexscapades of earlier were still running through her mind. She was horny but unable to assuage herself easily or quickly. At least the cold air was helping to cool down her heated pussy.

Somewhere, a clock chimed midnight. It was later than she realized.

Peeking through the door into the foyer, Reina saw Jeni seated in front of the hearth, thoroughly absorbed in reading something. She tried to enter quietly to not startle her, a near impossibility given her size and hooves on the wooden floor.

"Jeni?"

Jeni marked where she'd been reading with a feather. "Good evening, sweet Reina."

"Are you alright?"

"This one is fine. She has been perusing this journal at empathetic Reina's behest."

"I didn't think you'd be gone for so long."

"This one does not mind. She is used to spending long hours in research and often loses track of time." Jeni motioned to the book on her lap.

It was of slightly higher quality compared to others she'd seen during her shopping trips in Iceford. Stitched into its leather-bound cover was the title: Echoes of the Ancients: Chronicle I -- Demi-Human Origins.

"This one has been enjoying herself perusing through a published copy of the diary relating to the legendary Squirme Mrs. Sven has loaned her.

"The first half of this volume delves into the findings of the author and his colleague, relating to the origin of demi-humans, their research, theories, and speculation. I am only now beginning the section related to Squirme.

"She was found in a porcelain vessel in the ruins of the original settlement of humans and demi-humans founded when they first arrived on these shores. The author goes on to say no other definitive information regarding her past was found, though he has written a lot about her behavior and personality, learning capacity, etc."

"How long ago was that?"

"Perhaps a few centuries."

"Were you able to find any clues as to why Azalea acted the way she did?"

"Not directly, but if this one could make an inference, it may have something to do with the author. This one suspects, by the anecdotes about size, their high libido, and general obstacles in regards to his physiology, that they are fae. This one thinks they may possibly be a pixie."

"So you believe they are related to Azalea in some way?"

"Since this one could only do a cursory skimming of the information, further analysis is needed. This one will look into purchasing the book when she returns to Iceford."

"Thank you. I didn't mean for you to miss dinner over it. Here, it's cold, but I brought some leftovers we saved for you."

Jeni put the book down and regarded the two kabobs Reina proffered. She grabbed the handles with her talons and held them in front of the fire. "Cold food is not a concern given this one's current location."

Reina smiled. "Clever."

"This one thanks loving Reina for thinking about her physical needs."

"Of course! You're family."

Jeni motioned Reina to come closer.

Thinking that maybe the little owl wanted a hug, Reina leaned down and was instead given a kiss causing Reina's horniness, which had died down a little, to resurge.

Feeling Reina tense up, the owl girl noted, "This one is still unused to the mutual application of pressing lips with another. Did she not do it correctly?"

"No, no, you did. Sorry, I was just surprised."

She locked eyes with Jeni. She was similar to Azalea in her inquisitiveness but exceedingly more innocent than their wanton fairy -- at least somewhat more innocent, remembering their first meeting. Her gaze trailed down to Jeni's lips. They were delicate, defined, and slightly parted.

Thinking up an excuse, "Jeni... I think maybe you could still use a little practice. Would... would you like to do it again?"

"This one would."

Reina stooped down. Slightly more awkward than the first time, their lips met. This kiss lasted longer and was exceedingly more intimate. Reina chided herself that she shouldn't be doing this; it wasn't doing anything to alleviate her pussy's neediness -- quite the opposite. On a more practical note, they should be in bed, especially since everyone arose rather early as was their habit.

Reina enjoyed kissing, though. It affirmed and reinforced the emotional bond she yearned for with those she cared about. In the past, she often shared many a sisterly kiss with the other females of her family's herd.

The dynamic of one male to many females felt familiar and natural to her, but her current familial situation had one significant difference. The relationship between herself and Azalea was equal to that of Devin and herself. In a romantic sense, Azalea was also her herdmate.

That first kiss with Azalea drove that concept home. Azalea had deemed it the natural course of action and accepted it readily as if it were a given that this is what their relationship would be. She'd even shared a kiss with Mavis, though that one was born out of lustful dominance and her feeling that some reciprocation was needed for all of her teasing of her Herdmate.

But this was a new concept to her, and she didn't know how to feel about it. Yet, now Jeni was behaving the same way. Or was she? Perhaps Jeni truly believed this was only kissing practice. The protracted length and earnestness, though, seemed to indicate otherwise. It could also be Jeni's eagerness to reach her believed expectations.

Reina pulled her closer.

Regardless of Jeni's reason, it might be safe to admit to herself that she could accept this way of structuring their family. And if this was the first kiss down that road with this little owl, she wanted to savor this memory as a special moment between them.

Jeni was the first to break the kiss. "This one should stop for now. She is worried about her egg hole wetting the chair."

Reina's heart skipped a beat. It was only natural that she, too, would get turned on with what they were doing. Her flushed, expressionless face, her quickened breath, and hearing her say that fueled Reina's fire at being able to turn little bird woman on. Still, she couldn't bring herself to ask for more.

"Are you? I mean, yes, that would be embarrassing to explain later."

"This one would not mind continuing at a later date."

"For more practice, you mean?"

"If Reina's assessment of this one is that she needs more practice, then she will."

"I don't think... no, you may have the wrong idea. Um... Jeni, I was wondering what is our relationship to each other?"

"Is Reina not also this one's nestmate?"

"We are? Does that mean you love me the same way as Herdmate?"

Jeni nodded.

"And Azalea, too?"

"While relationships, in general, are something this one is still adjusting to, the familial love for empathetic Reina and spirited Azalea is growing in equal intensity as that for Nest-mate. Is that wrong?"

"No, of course not. I just wanted some assurance. I feel a little relieved knowing I wasn't the only one still getting used to things."

"This one's world has expanded so much recently. She wants to experience further new and exciting things together."

Reina hugged the little harpy to her chest. "I love you, Jeni. You're very cute. You know that?"

Jeni fidgeted. She'd only ever felt flustered in certain social situations, but this was an entirely new emotion. Bashfulness? She didn't know what to do with it.

Reina giggled, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel self-conscious."

"This one is equally surprised by her reaction."

"Oh? Is this the first time someone's called you cute? I'm happy I get to see a new side of you! I look forward to seeing more! For now, though, don't forget to eat."

Jeni brought the now hot skewer to her mouth and nibbled experimentally on the kebab.

After making short shrift of her food, she returned the book to its shelf, and the two quietly returned to their room. Devin, Azalea, and Zinni were already fast asleep.

Jeni put another log on the fire and crawled into bed to take her preferred place on Devin's left, leaving Reina to claim the opposite side.

While Reina lay there, waiting for sleep to take her, she kept thinking about Jeni and how thankful she was to be able to share her concerns with her. Unfortunately, they didn't find a distinct answer to Azalea's behavior, but at least they had a clue to use for further research -- something for her future self to worry about.

She let out a sigh. The bed felt wonderful, a rare luxury she wasn't used to but would enjoy to its fullest. After a long day of pampering her body and the wonderfully restorative experience that came with it, she knew she would rest well. This was doubly so since forming a family with Devin and Azalea and experiencing better sleep. Her prospects before their encounter had looked bleak.

Thinking back on the circumstances of their meeting, she chided herself. She acknowledged it was a monumentally foolish and irresponsible idea that would have risked her getting pregnant, yet it let her attract a herd mate.

Given how unlikely a scenario their meeting was, she would have called it fate if she believed in such nonsense.

Regardless, Azalea & Devin had given her hope, purpose, and, most importantly, love. The nightmares of that night long ago when her sister was stolen away no longer plagued her dreams. In fact, it'd been a while since she'd had any. At least, she didn't remember any when waking up.

Falling into a deep sleep, Reina's mind decided it was time to make up for lost time. Powered by the neglect of the desire she hadn't satisfied before bed, a menagerie of her past sexual exploits paraded themselves in her dreams.

----

Reina was the first to awaken at first light. She stretched her massive frame, feeling uncomfortably warm and... smothered? No, more like weighted down by something. She didn't usually sleep under blankets. They tended to be too small, and she didn't necessarily need them, but the unique accommodations they were enjoying afforded her an opportunity she might as well partake in.

Thinking it was the quilts, she pulled the covers back to reveal Jeni lying atop her, her wings spread out on either side. She was surprisingly light. Her heartbeat was slow and steady, and the slight rise of her body with each exhale overwhelmed Reina with a strong urge to cuddle. Turning slightly, she wrapped her arms around her and lovingly stroked the feathery head tufts.

Jeni must have been in the shallow sleep phase, for she began making soft warbling sounds in her throat.

Most people were small compared to her, but Jeni felt especially so despite all the fluffy plumage. The sudden desire to protect her from any and all harm welled up from a long-forgotten memory of doing the same thing -- a time long ago when she held her sister in a similar manner.

"I love you," whispered Reina.

Without opening her eyes, Jeni whispered, "This one also loves warm Reina and hopes she slept well."

"I did -- exceptionally so," she whispered back, trying to suppress the memory of her dreams.

Jeni sniffed her. "This one has noticed uncomfortable Reina is still in such a state."

Before Reina could ask her what she meant, Jeni slid under the covers and burrowed her way toward the foot of the bed.

She watched the lump shuffle around until she bumped into her flank. Pushing underneath her hind leg, the little harpy pulled her knees up and suddenly groped Reina's udder, kneading and massaging the sensitive flesh with her adept three-toed feet. The feeling was pleasant enough until she added a feather. She didn't think it was Jeni's objective, but she was surprisingly ticklish down there and couldn't stifle a laugh.

Not getting the reaction she was aiming for, Jeni switched feathers to one that was less stiff and fluffed out.

Reina hummed at the change of sensations. The grazing of the downy plumage on her tender flesh was undoubtedly a new sensation -- one that would leave a double memory as Jeni then applied the same to the crease of her pussy.

Reina bit her lip, hoping for at least a little orgasm to take the edge off.

Jeni, having confirmed where Reina's vulva was, soon replaced her wing with her tongue, parting the silky lips and nibbling up and down the velvety labia.

Reina buried her face into her pillow to keep her moans from waking up everyone. This was precisely what she has wanted and needed since last night. She wanted to reciprocate the pleasure and reached down to finger Jeni's cloaca, but that was out of reach. Instead, she groped her own chest.

She had a flashback to when she still lived with her parents. Since it wasn't possible for the leader of the herd to keep all the females satisfied all the time, it wasn't uncommon to wake up to the women licking and loving on one another, something that she personally hadn't participated in. Now that she had a new family, what Jeni was doing caused her feeling of inclusion to bloom, and it increased the love she had for her.

Jeni was doing a fantastic job, but she was still only just making out with her lower lips. Reina hoped she knew there were other parts of her that needed attention. Maybe she was sticking with what she knew she herself enjoyed, and this was akin to cloacal rimming?

This was Jeni's first time giving pleasure to a Whitehorn or any large demi-human. Different in taste from Aalea. Reina's flavor was much stronger and more heady, and because of her larger size, she had much more room in which to explore the intricacies of her pussy. In fact, if she remembered correctly, Whitehorn females' genitals were upside down. This meant that fascinating little pleasure nub must be somewhere around... here!

Reina bit the pillow and bucked her hips as Jeni's tongue dug through her folds and brushed against her clit.

Jeni was making a mess out of her. What she lacked in the subtle intricacies that Azalea employed, she made up for by being thorough and very systematic. Occasionally, the harpy slurped upward, dipping her tongue into the Whitehorn's honey-pot before returning to flicking her clit. If only she could push it out like centaur mares could. How amazing it must feel to have it sucked on directly.

Reina was failing at being quiet. Her pleasured mewlings stirred Azalea awake. The groggy fairy sat up and scratched her head. Locking eyes with Reina, the two stared silently at each other until Azalea noticed a lump moving at the foot of the bed. She glanced over to where Jeni normally slept, and her mind slowly put together what was going on. Shaking herself more fully awake, the fairy dove under the covers.

Reina held her breath for what she was expecting to be a significant uptick in pleasure, but disappointedly and surprisingly, Jeni stopped.

A little fairy head popped out a second later. "I'm sorry, my love, you were probably close to cumming, weren't you? If you can wait just a little longer, I need you good and desperate."

"For what?" Reina gasped.

"I thought this morning might be a good time to do the affinity transfer and activate your crest. Right, Life-mate?"

"How'd you know I was awake?"

"Your breathing changed."

Azalea burst out laughing as Devin tickled her. "Such a perceptive little fairy. I don't have any objections if Reina doesn't."

"I suppose I'm ready."

"Great! And don't worry, you'll get to cum good and hard. In fact, it's required," Azalea explained with a naughty grin.

"This one, too, is willing to help," affirmed Jeni, still under the covers.

She tumbled out a second later onto the floor. Hopping up, she dashed for the door and declared, "Though she needs a moment before we begin."

"Maybe she had to pee. Well, while she's gone, I'll explain how the affinity transfer works." Azalea flew to the middle of the room and twirled around. "Reina will stand here. Though I suppose she can be on her back if she wants to."

"I'll stand."

"That's fine. What's important is we can touch your crest. Life-mate and I could do it alone, but since we have Jeni, we'll each share one-third of our affinity with Reina. The hard part is matching the pace of each other, so I'll be singing or humming or something to help us remain synchronized.

"Can I ask a question?"

"As many as you want, my large lover."

"What does a crest feel like?"

Azalea explained, "When it's off, you don't feel anything. When it's on, it differs with each person in intensity, but generally, when it's active and idle, it's like a heavy warmth around your belly. If it's working hard, well, you're most likely aroused. It feels hotter and sorta has a light thrumming sensation, though that changes depending on the crest. My deep focus crest doesn't feel like anything, but my siphon crest, at the moment where it's doing its thing, makes my orgasms so much stronger but at the cost of feeling much more exhausted."

"It's interesting we can do this for people born without affinity." Mused Devin.

"Every person is born with a capacity for it. Some just don't have or produce any."

"So everyone has a well inside them, but some are dry?"

"Exactly, or in your case, you had to dig a little deeper."

"How do we know Reina doesn't have any?"

Reina answered, "I was tested when I was younger."

"If her container is empty, couldn't she just drink a tincture?"

Azalea smiled. "Do you have one, life-mate?"

"No..."

"Even if she were to drink it straight from the source, her body wouldn't know what to do with it and would just digest it."

Devin understood. "Ok. With a crest, it'll get absorbed after it breaks down and enters her body."

Azalea nodded. "Do you know what a water clock is?"

"I've heard of them but never seen one."

"It's usually a bowl with multiple holes going down one side and rings inside the bowl. You can use the hole or the rings to measure time with the draining of water from the bowl.

"As I said, everyone has a vessel to hold affinity. A crest is like the gears that tell the clock what to do, when, how fast, etc. As a side note, just how some of the gears are layered, with some behind others, that's how multiple crests work. Different gears have different functions, but they are all part of the whole."

Devin expressed it in his words, "Put another way, Reina's well is dry, and we are putting affinity in her to prime her pump as it were, and since she's never used her pump, her orgasm would be like de-rusting it?"

"Not the sexiest analogy but whatever makes sense to you, Life-mate. After we're done, Reina can feast on our cummies as much as she needs to keep these beauties producing milk!" Azalea kissed her udders.

"Well, since Jeni isn't back yet, Zinni, do you want to help me warm up?" she suggested while holding her hands out to the other fairy.

---

Jeni did indeed need to use the restroom, but her primary reason for leaving was to acquire the egg-shaped stone she'd masturbated with at the mud pool.

Transferring affinity required one to be aroused. She was sure she could have asked anyone to help her, but they wouldn't have been able to mimic the same addicting sensation she wanted. The sensation was too good to pass up. She doubted she'd find another nearly perfectly shaped stone like that one.

After emptying her bladder, she went in search of Rosalind. Instead, she found Chantrelle doing her morning chores.

"This one wonders if she could borrow one of the rocks from the mud pool to aid with a transfer of affinity for crest activation."

"Hmm? I don't know what any of that means, but you need a rock? Sure, go ahead. Careful not to slip."

Thanking the dutiful daughter, Jeni rushed to the hot springs. Clayrissa wasn't there... not awake in any case. A little disappointed, she grabbed the rock and returned to their room.