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..."
