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Is pseudo-incest a thing? Where it looks and acts like a relative but actually isn't?
(Sis got bodysnatched by aliens! Now me and her doppelganger fuck like rabbits!
Yeah... someone's probably Rule 34'd that already)
For those of you reading TRC for the first time I recommend starting with the first book, The Runesmith Chronicles (it was supposed to be TRC - Oni and the Farmer but it's too late to change it now :P ). Mostly so you have a better understanding of how things like the magic system works and what's going on as I often reference earlier chapters/books.
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Blu
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Just a sip
A week had passed since her run-in with Kal and his friends and Rowan was feeling hungry.
She had spent a significant amount of time thinking about that night and how she had ended up saved from the same fate as the will-o'-wisp. Her guess was that the portion of her consciousness that remained inside the creature saw what was about to happen and managed to take control of the wisp for a few seconds. It used the opportunity to rip her out of Kal's head, which was none too comfortable, and toss her away from the dangerous sprite, who had already absorbed a portion of the will-o'-wisp's body and, with the help of the snake woman, was trying to do so again.
During her time with the creature, Rowan had never been in charge. She was only able to affect anything while the wisp was focused on hunting or feeding. Now she had to get used to her new body's odd way of seeing and hearing the world around her. The will-o'-wisps senses were strange, but luckily, not difficult to figure out.
Sight appeared to be based on light and life of things, with living creatures being brightest and stone barely visible, plants fell somewhere in between. The rocks weren't a big deal for her anymore, it wasn't like she had toes she could stub. Living creatures were so bright she could even detect them through a bush that obscured them from normal sight. Shadows, however, seemed like voids in the world, as if whatever lay outside the touch of her light no longer existed. Her first night in the swamp had been mildly terrifying as it felt like anything beyond what her meager glow could illuminate was empty space.
Everything around her came across as varying shades of gray, but she could still determine colors by the light's "flavor." The idea that she could taste a color felt strange, but it was the best way she could think of to describe it.
The other thing that she had a difficult time dealing with was being able to see and hear in all directions now. She had no 'front' or 'back' anymore. Looking behind her was merely a shift in where she focused and not an actual movement.
Having her entire body act like an ear also took a little bit of time to get used to. Within a day she figured out that she could determine a sound's direction by finding the middle point of everywhere she "heard" it.
After a week she had mostly mastered her new body and her mind was beginning to construct a more familiar image of the world around her. She could even "see" that the grass was green and the leaves on the trees were various hues of red, orange, and yellow as they readied themselves for winter.
Rowan quickly understood why the wisp had waited for humans and sentient races. It didn't take long to notice that there was a difference between "alive" and "living" when it came to being a will-o'-wisp. Feeding on animals that were "alive," like rabbits or deer would have been like a drop of water in the mouth of a man dying of thirst. Worse yet, it would come at the cost of the creature's life. By comparison, Kal and his snake friend, who she considered "living," had shone like the sun to her senses, as did the sprite after she had absorbed the will-o'-wisp. Not just a few drops of water, but a chalice filled with the finest ambrosia.
She didn't need to drain the chalice, just a sip would do.
Finding that sip proved to be much easier than she expected. The wisp had some kind of tie to the swamp. Rowan had a feeling that something tragic had happened there which led to the will-o'-wisp's creation.
She, on the other hand, had no such ties.
Kal's memories told her that the land hadn't changed much since her days as a living, breathing woman and that there was still a road directly east of here. Leaving the marsh behind, she made her way into the forest.
The road was empty when she reached it but that was hardly a surprise. The sun had been setting when she left the swamp and while she could increase her speed in short bursts, for the most part, her little orb floated along at a walking pace. With no potential meals in sight, she decided to see what lay to the south.
It didn't take long before a bright spot appeared in front of her just off in the woods. As she got closer it resolved into three different sources. She would have licked her lips if she had them; they were all male.
As much as she wanted to race in and get a taste right away, she approached slowly. That was odd, all three of them were asleep. The wisp was immediately curious why at least one of them wasn't up to keep watch. Her answer came as she felt a little bump in her path toward them. A ward... one of them was a mage. She briefly considered moving on to find easier prey but something in her new body told her that she might not have another night left to search with as small as her little ball of light was.
Floating down to the first tent, a quick peek inside revealed the wizard. Nope, moving on.
In the second tent was the group's swordsman. Drifting down by his face she rocked back and forth for a moment until an eyelid fluttered open. Following the instincts of her body, a tiny piece of her no bigger than a speck of dust floated into his eye. The sudden stiffening then relaxing of his body let her know he was now enthralled. A few seconds later he relaxed back into sleep as the mote drifted back to her.
It was an interesting fantasy the tiny piece of her had discovered. It was similar to something the former prostitute had done while still human, even though it had taken a group of men to accomplish and wasn't nearly as messy. She wasn't terribly impressed with the fighter's reason for the fantasy and decided to check on the other human before choosing.
Making her way out of the tent she found the third man curled up under his wool-lined cloak and sitting at the bottom of a tree. Perhaps he was supposed to be on watch? Noting the lack of a bedroll and considering the mage's ward, she doubted it. Doing the same rocking motion by his face caused the man to grumble and try to wave her off, but he never opened his eyes.
"Dammit, Hassil, quit with the lights," he complained as she continued. Finally, he looked up.
Got him.
Sending out the little mote to the now frozen man, she waited. After it didn't return she figured that the tiny part of her inside the man's head must have found something interesting enough to stay. She floated under the man's cloak and down to the bottom of his pant leg before making her way back up to his groin. She mentally apologized to the man, he was about to make a mess in here, probably multiple times if she had anything to say about it. Nestling into the space between his scrotum and his cock, the little orb of light waited for her first meal in this new body.
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Rowan shuffled through the man's memories. There was a definite theme to his fantasies over the years, she was just curious where it came from. What it had evolved into wasn't even remotely plausible in the real world, but in her little pocket of his mind, anything was possible.
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From where she was bent over the bed, the whore looked back over her shoulder at the young man with the carpenter. "Are you sure he's old enough? Madame Lyra will get pissed if he isn't..."
"He's fuggin' good, ya twat," said the drunken woodworker. "His birfday wuz... wuz... few days 'go."
Avel groaned in embarrassment. Dealing with the master carpenter's drunken stupidity was nothing new to the apprentice, but this was the first time his master brought him along to the whorehouse. At least the carpenter wasn't lying to the woman, his birthday had indeed been a few days ago. He had hoped to come here by himself and enjoy getting rid of his pesky virginity. Instead, he felt more like a babysitter, sitting off to one side and at the ready to make sure the older man didn't do something to get them thrown out. The young man really didn't want to get banned from the place before coming here on his own.
"Tell ya what," said the carpenter as he stomped over to his apprentice and dragged him by the arm over to the bed. "If'n Lyra had a problem wit it. Would I do this?!" With a hand on his shoulder, the drunkard pushed Avel to his knees behind the whore. "Lick it!" he commanded, shoving the young man's face into her bottom. Surprised, the young man tentatively stuck out his tongue "Not there ya fuggin idiot! Lick her arse! Get 'er nice an' wet so I can stick my cock in 'er."
Moving slightly upward the young man again extended his tongue, gently running it over the wrinkled skin of the woman's rear entrance. The whore had been on the verge of complaining about the man's rough treatment of the boy, but instead, let out a slight moan. There was a reason she had accepted the drunken carpenter as a client.
Watching the memory through the boy's eyes, Rowan smiled. This was the moment his obsession began. He was already worked up from just seeing the woman's ass and sex presented before him. When his master pushed his face into her backside he was inundated by the scent of aroused pussy and a freshly washed bottom. The feeling of his tongue on her pucker while the woman moaned in pleasure locked everything into place.
