Welcome to Valsa

Hey, everyone! I'm not gonna make a habit of addressing the audience before each story, but I do want to say that I'm really happy to see people enjoying this series so far. It's my first time diving into writing for an audience, as opposed to just writing for my own entertainment, and I'm glad that other people are digging it.

With that said I'll put a bit of a caution on this one. It will be diving into some mild dom/sub play and some hazy consent scenarios that may make some people uncomfortable. If that's you, no shame, give this one a pass and come back for the next chapter where we'll be back to lighter fare.

Again, I appreciate your support, and thanks for joining me in Valsa!

--RBG

I arose feeling disoriented. Rubbing my temples, I realized I was on my couch back home. The cheap folding sofa felt rough and unpleasant under my skin as I stood up. Beyond the sliding door in front of me, I could see the Garnacan capital city of Balisport, or at least, as much of it as I could see before taller buildings blocked my view.

A sound from the bedroom drew my attention. A cat was meowing. I followed the sound, and sitting upon the brown plush blanket was the black cat I'd seen the day before. Its yellow-green slitted eyes regarded me curiously. A feminine arm slipped around my chest, then another. I could feel the warm pressure of lips kissing against the back of my neck.

"Oh, I'm so glad you brought me to visit, Jev," it was Dione's voice. "But you know I can't stay here without my tree."

I grabbed one of the arms, but it dissolved into a crumpled mass of oak leaves, crumbling between my fingers as it turned to dust. I turned to see what had happened to Dione, but upon turning around I was no longer in my apartment, but instead walking into my office. I took a seat at my station, where the phone was ringing. No one else was in the office, so I answered the call on hands-free.

"Jev?"

It was my father's voice.

"Are you at your work? What are you doing there? We trusted you to take care of your Grandad's house!"

I tried to answer, but the mute light was on. I tried turning it off, but pressing the button seemed only to increase the volume.

"You know, I knew we should have taken care of this from the start. Now, not only are you ruining our holiday, but we've probably got thousands of dollars of fees to pay! Of all the irresponsible, childish, hopele--"

My dad's voice was cut off as I threw the phone across the room. The cables attached to the phone snapped free, becoming thick, woody vines that lashed back and wrapped around my arms and legs. I struggled to resist as they began to pull me below my desk into a shadowy void. I felt myself being dragged through the nothingness. A spotlit area appeared below me, the bed and floor of my apartment. Gone was the little cat. It was replaced now with the lithe, nude form of Dione, glistening with water as she was at the spring. Her back was arched and she had one hand in the cleft of her legs. I watched the lurid performance, suspended by the vines that seemed always to be drawing me forward but also not approaching the scene.

Her eyes locked with mine. Rather than the soft moss-green I was used to, her eyes were the same yellow-green with slitted pupils as the black cat I'd seen earlier. She drew back her hand, glistening with her moisture, and licked at her fingers. A long, purple, serpentine tongue wrapped around her digits and drew them into her mouth.

Her legs reached out and locked behind my hips. She pulled me towards her, the force as irresistible as if I'd been locked within metal girders. I became aware that I was nude. I could feel her silky-smooth skin pressing and sliding against mine. The moisture of her pussy was warm and wet against my cock, which pressed upwards, the shaft sliding over the hardened nub of her clit. I struggled to readjust myself, to drill myself into her core, but the force of her legs prevented me from adjusting enough. She teased me like this for a while, moaning lasciviously as my cock slipped back and forth between her petals and over her bud. Finally, she relented. The vines loosened and her legs fell to the side of me. I looked down to guide my member into her slick, willing passage.

When I looked back into her eyes to see her reaction, though, Dione was no longer there. Now in her place on the bed lay Manica, the harpy woman I'd met on my first day in Valsa. I tried to pull free, but my body wouldn't respond to my mind. My hips rocked of their own volition and my hands wandered over the feathered body, tracing their way over the slim waist and kneading her breasts.

"It's fine, I guess you don't need me after all."

Dione stood now at the head of the bed, fully clothed, watching me vigorously fucking the harpy woman. Manica made little chirruping pants as I continued to give her my cock, and Dione watched with heartbreak in her eyes. Finally, Manica came, screeching her orgasm, before disappearing in a cloud of feathers. My cock stood straight out in front of me, but I was nowhere near ready to burst - I felt as though I'd barely done anything.

I tried to reach out to Dione, to explain, but she was gone. I sat alone in the darkness.

Somewhere, a phone was ringing.

I walked into the darkness, trying to follow the sound. Walking through the darkness for what seemed like hours, I eventually found a door, the kind of commercial steel door with a glass window and push bar. The door wasn't mounted to anything and stood alone within its frame in nothingness, the small wire-crossed window the only light entering around me. I pushed the door open and stepped through.

I was at my university graduation, dressed in my commencement robes. A voice on stage called my name and I walked forward. I could see my mom and dad in the audience, beaming proudly. The dean stood, with the paper held out and his hand ready to be shaken. Upon the podium, a small black cat watched intently as I shook his hand, and walked away with my degree, going to join my parents sitting in the audience. They were practically vibrating with excitement.

"Well, let's see it!"

I opened the protective vinyl cover of the document. It was empty within-- no paper, no diploma.

Both of their faces fell. My father shrugged.

"I suppose that's to be expected. Not like you were going to use it anyway. My boy spends years getting his degree and decides to throw it away by farming in some backwater town. He's gonna abandon us just like his Grandad did..."

I felt arms wrap around my body. Dione and Cydwen -- in her human form -- came up, flanking me and locking their arms around mine. Cyd's warm breath tickled my ear as she whispered in it.

"C'mon, you don't need to stand for this."

Dione moved in from the other side.

"You deserve to be happy. We can make you happy, Jev. Don't you want us to make you happy?"

Both girls began pulling me away from my parents. I started to make a token resistance against their effort, but they were right. At least, I didn't want to stay here, being yelled at. Anywhere they could take me had to be better than here, right?

"That's right, Jev. Just let us take you away."

The cat trotted along beside us. My father's voice was disappearing into the distance as the gymnasium faded again into blackness. Once again, I was naked, as were Dione and Cyd. Dione sat on her haunches in front of me, while from behind Cydwen pressed her body against mine. I could feel the soft pressure of her breasts pushing into my back, while one arm was wrapped around my frame. She slowly began stroking my cock in long, slow movements. Dione moved in, wrapped her plump lips around the tip and started bobbing her head, moving in tandem with the other woman. Together they expertly worked at my cock.

"Give yourself to me, my love. You know I want it from you."

Once again, yellow-green eyes shimmered from Dione's face, and a long, serpentine tongue now wrapped around my shaft. Slowly, the beautiful wood-grain skin faded to purple, while her vibrant green hair darkened to blue-black. A thin, whipping tail emerged from behind her, tipped with a spade-shaped point, and two long horns curled up from her brow like an antelope's.

"Cydwen" had undergone a similar transformation, and I found myself in the embrace of two identical demonic twins. The cat approached, glowing with energy before it transformed into a third version of the feminine form, this one mantled by a pair of enormous purple-and-black batlike wings. This third one stalked forward, connecting her lips to mine with a gentle kiss. Her tongue parted my lips, and that purple tendril began investigating my mouth, probing and wrestling with my own appendage. She grabbed my wrist and placed my hand upon her impossibly perfect breast as her "siblings" continued their ministrations below.

"You're still resisting me, Jev. I only want what's best for you, don't you know that? Relax, and let me take care of you."

Appearing from the ground, three more copies formed. One joined her "sister" at my cock, licking and tonguing around my cock and balls wherever there was free space. The other two took to stroking my body, running their hands and bodies alongside my torso and thighs. The sensation should have been maddening, but it felt far away and unreal, as though the figures were ghosts -- insubstantial and unreal.

In the distance, I once again heard a phone ringing. I don't know why, but it seemed important, that it needed to be answered. I tried disentangling myself from the mass of writhing lady-flesh. They clung to my body and arms like an insistent octopus, but by pushing myself away I was eventually able to free myself. A light appeared in the darkness above me. By willing myself there, I found I was able to fly towards it. The white light filled my vision and I woke up.

I was in a sterile white room, lying on a hospital bed. The crisp starched sheets felt rough and unpleasant against my skin. There was an acrid tang of ammonia in the air. From outside of the room a phone was ringing, apparently unheeded for the moment. Dione rested her head against my thigh, sitting on a chair beside me and I reached out to stroke her hair. She looked up at me with her eyes full of tears and smiled radiantly.

"He's awake!"

Cydwen had been resting on an armchair on the other side of the room, and she jumped to her feet, restraining herself from making an obvious show of affection, but standing at the end of the bed with her arms crossed.

"You gave us a hell of a scare, there, buddy."

I became awkwardly aware of the tent that had formed from the blankets resting over my dick. Cyd waved it off dismissively.

"Don't worry about it. We understand."

Dione had exited the room and returned with a much older man in a white coat. He seemed to be human, his watery brown eyes looked over the thick rims of a pair of glasses, and his grey-white hair had receded into a distinctive horseshoe. Following him in was a nurse in pink scrubs, a familiar purple demonic figure who didn't even give me a second glance as she entered the room.

The doctor reached out to shake my hand.

"Mr. Parriker, it's good to finally meet you. I'm Dr. Steen"

His voice had a slight tremor to it but was warm and reassuring.

"I'm afraid you've had a close encounter with a Phapsyloides vine. It's given you quite a reaction. You were admitted when your girlfriend here found you unconscious on your couch."

Dione took my hand and held it tight.

"I swear, Jev, I didn't know. If I thought for even a second that it could be dangerous to you, I would have handled those vines myself..."

I tried smiling reassuringly. My mind was foggy like I was trying to think through cotton.

"Anything to get me into bed with you, hm...?"

Dr. Steen cleared his throat, awkwardly.

"The Phapsyloides plant toxin has unfortunately caused severe priapism." He gestured to the tent in my sheets, "We'd been hoping it would subside naturally, but we're starting to worry. If this lasts much longer, there's a chance that this will cause major vascular tissue damage."

He moved to one side, bringing the purple-skinned nurse to the foreground.

"My colleague here, Nurse Wrinne, has been using some of her natural abilities to try to get you to relieve some of the pressure through a natural process of nocturnal emissions while you were unconscious. However, she had minimal success. The next procedure would be to aspirate your corpora cavernosa. So, we'd stick a needle into your penis and drain the blood that's causing an erection. However, Wrinne believes that she can still accomplish this non-invasively."

Proof of my severe medical condition arose when the doctor mentioned sticking a needle into my dick and it didn't wither away right then and there. Cydwen contributed:

"Hey if she can suck your dick better without needles, all the better, right?"

For her part, Nurse Wrinne was blushing and hiding her face behind a clipboard. Her hiding place was disturbed when Steen took the clipboard and passed it to me.

"As this is not a standard procedure, we will need you to sign this consent form."

I still felt foggy, the text on the page seemed to swim before me. Still, whatever it said, if it meant needles stayed well away from my cock I was willing to sign. Handing it back, Steen gently guided Dione and Cydwen from the room. Cydwen voiced her disapproval.

"Awww... I wanted to watch!"

As the door latched closed, Wrinne disappeared behind a room divider. She returned in a tight white vinyl crop top and skirt combo with a red star upon the breast, the Emmarian sign for a medic. Atop her head between the horns was a matching nurse's cap with a red star. Black fishnet stockings barely covered her legs up to her thighs, where they met with little red garters, and the outfit was completed with red stiletto heels. She pulled on a blue latex glove and pulled back the blankets. From a small cart of medical supplies, she squirted a thick gel onto her gloved hand.

"Alright, Mr. Parriker, just lie back and let me take care of this for you."

The tone of her voice was as neutral as if she was taking an order for lunch or asking if I'd had a good night's sleep, but somehow it seemed sultry nevertheless, perhaps due to her grip on my manhood as she said it. The cool gel provided a pleasant lubrication as her gloved hand stroked up and down my cock, the action concealed by the hospital gown that still covered me. She continued this for a short time, the feeling pleasant, but putting me at no risk of orgasm any time soon.

"Alright, now that we've got you all ready and lubricated, I'm going to start with the first phase of your treatment."

She pulled the glove off, leaving it to fall to the ground beside the bed. She locked eyes with me, running her hands over the shiny vinyl material and cupping the almost perfectly spherical domes of her breasts held compressed within the costume. The material bumped out only slightly over her nipples which were the only flaw in the perfect geometry otherwise. She withdrew from the tray a small bottle of liquid, unzipped the front of her top just far enough to allow the amethyst valley of her cleavage to be in full view, and drizzled the oil from the bottle over her chest.

The oil provided an appealing glossiness to her cleavage, and as the oil began to drip down from underneath the bottom edge of her top, it similarly highlighted and enhanced the gentle swell of her toned but smooth belly. She climbed onto the bed, nocked my suffering penis below her top, and pressed down. Between the lubricant on my cock and the oil she'd sprayed upon herself, my dick slipped between the soft, pliable flesh of her tits with only the barest amount of friction. Slowly, she began rocking herself back and forth, sliding my dick between her tits with every stroke. Her fiery red eyes locked with mine, her expression almost inscrutable as the head of my cock peeked out from the glossy purple cleavage before being absorbed again.

On every backstroke, the naughty nurse was arching her back, giving me a good view of her ass, held firm in the vinyl skirt. Just above the waist of the skirt, the thin, flexible tail emerged from her back. This, now, wrapped around in front of her. As she continued rubbing my cock between her tits, the tail rose up, tickling my thigh and sidling up alongside my confined cock. This, she began sliding between tits alongside my shaft, the nimble appendage adding another dimension yet to her massage. And yet, despite the incredible feeling she was providing me, the act had yet to provide any hint that my release would be imminent. Her brow furrowed slightly.

"This is proving to be slightly more difficult than I'd expected, sir. I'm going to try moving to a slightly more intense treatment now."

This time as she rocked forwards, her breasts left my cock entirely. The nimble purple tail immediately curled itself around my dick and began its own stroking. The nurse sat up and, while maintaining eye contact, slowly unzipped the remainder of her top. The two flawless amethyst globes relaxed only slightly under gravity, their prominent cobalt peaks standing at attention. She shucked off the top and as she did the enormous bat-like wings appeared seemingly from nowhere. She lowered her face to my cock. Her impossibly long tongue snaked around it, grabbing purchase before gently pulling her mouth down to envelop me. The tail unhooked itself from the base of my dick, trailing a line down the inside of my thigh again before disappearing behind her. Her head bobbed vigorously. I was struck by an impulse to grab her head, to help her find a pace, but she dismissively brushed my hand away and continued to her task.

You don't need to worry about anything, gentle boy. Lay back and let me take care of you. I want you to feel good. Give yourself over to me.

The voice resonated within my head, her voice, soothing and melodic. Her piercing eyes felt like they were boring into my soul. I relaxed back into the pillows, as she added a stroking grip to her efforts.

Give me what I need from you, Jev, and I'll keep you happy. It's only a small gift I ask for all the pleasure I can give you.

The tip of her tail had wrapped around under her skirt and was now sliding into her, stroking into herself at the same pace as her bobbing head. I could feel myself building up, that pressure beginning to boil at the base of my cock. I just had to give it to her, she'd take care of everything. No worries, no concerns. My parents, the farm, it could all go away. It seemed so easy. And yet... Why was that damn phone still ringing?

The thought ripped me immediately out of the dreamy haze I was in. The door was closed, and yet the phone kept ringing as though it were in the room with me. Wrinne stopped her ministrations, looking around as if expecting something to have changed. The phone was now ringing from above me. Hanging on the wall beside the bed was an old-style corded telephone, the kind I'd grandad had had in their house when I was a kid.

"You don't need to worry about that, dear. You just want me to take care of this problem you have. You don't want it to get worse, do you? Just give me what I need to help you."

I could feel it now. She was desperate. She'd done something to me, created some sort of connection, and she needed to feed from me to complete it. I was still asleep, this was a dream. The strange foggy-headedness I felt disappeared immediately. I reached up for the phone. Her face twisted in rage and fear.

"NO!!!"

She rushed up, clambering over me and trying to prevent me from reaching the phone. She might have succeeded if it weren't for the fact that now, I knew it was my dream, which meant I decided what would happen here. And so I decided that Wrinne was as small as a mouse. I plucked her from my chest, stuffing her into a small glass jar which sat on the tray of supplies, leaving it overturned on top of her. She thumped her shoulder into it a few times, before frustratedly pounding her fists against the glass. I lifted the phone from its receiver.