Welcome To Valsa Ch 09

Jev dreamt.

He sat in the stands of Balisport Stadium, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. The players were on the field. But there was a problem. A giant werewolf had emerged from the benches and was tearing through the players, who remained standing dutifully there beneath the spotlights as "Garnaca Forever" played. The monstrous beast left a bloody mess behind as it finished the roster. The monster spotted him in the crowd. It leapt into the crowd, tearing its way through cheering fans on its way up to him. He was rooted to the spot, unable to move, despite how much he wanted to.

A hand took his. Beside him sat Cydwen, in her werewolf form.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?"

He nodded.

They were at the centre of the arena now. The monstrous werewolf creature was gone. He sat in a chair at the middle of the centreline. From around him, thousands of people cheered. Werewolf Cydwen appeared, wearing only a blue and purple striped pinny with a large number upon it, as though it were an abbreviated majeball unform. The crowd exploded with cheers. From elsewhere, his own amplified voice reverberated out over the stadium.

"Let's give it up for number 28, CY-Y-Y-DW-E-E-E-N!"

Another raging cheer assaulted him. Cyd waved up to her adoring fans, falling to her knees in front of him. Only then, did he realise he was nude. He thought of covering himself, but looking out at the people in the audience, all of them were him anyway. It suddenly didn't seem necessary. She ran her broad tongue along his cock, which quickly grew to be standing straight and at attention. Satisfied, she laid her chest in his lap, the pinny unceremoniously discarded to one side. She wrapped her prodigious chest around him and began slowly stroking it up and down his shaft. The crowd roared their approval and he lolled his head back, enjoying the sensation of the soft, warm flesh wrapping around him, but also the downy-soft fur.

"Looks like there's been a last minute substitution, here, folks. Number 28 has been replaced by Number 35, SA-A-A-AMARA-A-A-TIE-E-E-EL!"

He still felt warm breasts around his cock, but the fur was gone. He looked back down to see Sam now vigorously rubbing her tits against him.

"Did you get all of this ready just for me?"

He looked around, unsure of what she meant. She pulled her chest away, replacing it with her warm mouth. It felt amazing. Too amazing. The warmth, the moisture; it all felt real. But if it felt real, then...

His eyes fluttered open. Between his legs, a pair of violet horns surrounded by an aura of silver-grey hair bobbed. The head they were attached to angled up, and he made eye contact with a pair of yellow-green eyes. She gave him a little pout.

"You're too good at that. I was hoping to have some fun in there with you first."

He smiled at her, still groggy.

"Sorry, blowjobs are one of those things I just like to be awake for."

She stroked his cock with her hand as she rebutted.

"Oh, that's only because you don't know how good I can make it for you."

She pushed her torso up into the cobra position, showing off her exposed tits. Her tail whipped around wickedly behind her as though it anticipated what she was offering.

"Well, since you're up, do you mind if I finish my lunch?"

"Oh, by all means."

She lifted herself up, then lowered her pussy down over his still-erect penis. She began bouncing herself up and down on top of him. He reached out to caress her supernaturally perfect tits, only to find them changing. The purple of her skin faded to something paler than his own, the horns and tail receded, and the silver-grey hair became carroty red. A small spattering of freckles covered the pale skin. Sam was now the perfect copy of a celebrity he liked all without breaking pace.

She teased a small, light pink nipple capping her now-smaller breasts as she smiled down at him.

"Did you want me to be someone else for you this morning?"

Even the voice was a near-perfect copy. He savoured the feeling of the hot movie starlet bouncing on top of him for a moment, but it quickly became weird. He shook his head.

"Nah. I'm here with you. So let me be here with you."

There was a flicker of emotion across the celebrity's face before it faded back to the familiar purple. She changed position, now fully back to her demonic form, and leaned back to fully show off his cock sliding in and out of her. The hand which had been teasing her breasts slid between her legs and began to worry at her clitoris, and her face began to contort as she surrendered to the sensations brewing between her legs.

Short pants began to give way to long, salacious moans, and soon Sam was screaming in full voice as she worked his cock. The lewd display soon brought Jev to his edge, and he began blasting her full of the warm jism she desired. Still connected, she laid forward across his chest. He smiled down at her.

"Ok, that was pretty hot, but how much of it was real?"

She looked at him with her catlike eyes, smirking.

"One of the advantages to being a succubus, master, is that I don't have to fake it."

As if to demonstrate, he felt her body start clenching around his half-flaccid length, deep inside herself, even though neither of them moved. The grip grew tighter and tighter, and he felt a dollop of their mixed fluids squeeze out between them as her face contorted in pleasure again, though she restricted her vocalizations to mid-voice moans this time. The wave passed and she regained her composure, flushed a deep violet though she was.

"I can induce an orgasm in myself at any time I'd like. I'm not able, however, to stop one that's started naturally, which is how you've ended up with me."

She pulled away from him, sliding down his body and extending her impossibly long tongue around his shaft to gather the liquid that had gotten away from her, as well as to gather any that may have been missed. She then lowered her head down over his cock to try to drain any extra she could. Despite her ministrations, his penis only rose back to half-flaccidity, suggesting Manica's charm was wearing off.

Sam let out a quiet, contented "mmm...." as she swallowed, then stood up, becoming dressed again in a moment. He pulled on some clothing and joined her in the main room. To his surprise, neither Dione nor Cyd were around.

"Cydwen went to her house to do work today, and she took Dione with her after I arrived, saying I deserved to be able to 'have a meal in peace.' It's why I wasn't afraid to be a bit vocal."

Jev looked at the clock. It was nearly 2 pm. After his misadventures with Cyd the night before, it had been quite late when he got to sleep, though he was loathe to have lost the majority of the day. He grabbed some of the leftover food from the party and reheated it for lunch. Sam declined a portion.

"So, you sent me a message saying you had learned something which I might find interesting. What's up?"

She grabbed the pile of immigration papers off of the fridge and began leafing through them.

"When I was here yesterday night, I noticed you had these. It triggered something in my memory, but I wanted to look into it to be sure."

She found the clause of the form that she was looking for and pointed it out to him.

"426.8b(iii):

Notice to Applicants: Special Processing for Individuals in Magical Bonds

If you are bound to a magical being (e.g., a succubus or other entity) through a recognized magical bond that necessitates regular physical contact for the sustenance of either party:

Please do not complete this standard immigration application.

You are eligible for the Fast-Track Immigration Process for Bound Individuals.

To proceed with your application, please complete Form AB-203/R: Fast-Track Magical Bond Immigration Application."

She explained.

"It's a pretty standard joke here that succubuses tend to go into politics because they're the only candidates that are forthright about their plans to fuck you. But it happens often enough that a number of them have pushed through legislature which support our best interests. This is one of them. Usually this is intended for when things are the other way around, like when a succubus waylays a tourist - This was drafted well before Arrival, by the way, so getting trapped by non-magical folk like you wasn't really a consideration. They wanted to be able to keep their catch and not have it forced away by immigration laws."

Jev frowned, noting one word in the sentence that gave him pause.

"Wait a minute... 'trapped'? You're saying

I

trapped

you

?"

She looked at him, as though it was only now dawning on her what she'd said. She rubbed her forehead with one hand, shame-faced.

"No, you're right. Becoming caught in a bond where you're not the one holding the lead is, well, not very well regarded in succubus circles anymore. You'd hear it happening to a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend and joke about how stupid they'd have to be to become, well, trapped. I guess I always assumed that the only way you could be bound like that is to be stuck as the kind of 'yes, master,' 'no, master," sex slave I started as. It never really occurred to me that you might become anything different, because, well, when the shoe's on the other foot, generally we don't."

She grabbed his hand, dragging a nail that seemed to be halfway between a fingernail and a claw down his thumb in a reassuring gesture.

"I don't feel trapped by you. If anything, I'm grateful that you let me be my own person. That would seem to be a low bar to clear, and yet, it's not something I would have done if I'd succeeded."

The thought gave him pause. Becoming lost to himself wasn't a worry he'd had when he'd come out here.

"Anyway, we can print a copy of the new form if we download it."

She looked around.

"And... you haven't got a computer."

Jev shrugged semi-apologetically.

"Granddad wasn't really a 'digital' kind of guy."

Her lips pursed, quirking to the side in mild frustration.

"Well, if you're up for a walk, we can go back to my place and print it there."

Jev agreed, not having had better plans for the day, and he rinsed his plate before locking up the house to go into town. They stopped off to say hello to Di and Cyd along the way, and Dione decided to join them, claiming that Cyd was being boring. A claim that Cyd refuted by pointing out that she was fusing solid pieces of metal together with powerful electrical discharges. Dione remained unconvinced and was happy to take the distraction. While she didn't say anything, Jev suspected she wasn't too dismayed at Dione leaving either.

Sam's apartment was a walk-up near the town's central plaza. Looking out the window Jev could just spot the edge of Timo's outdoor patio area. Aside from the wonderful location, there was very little to recommend the place. It was virtually barren. Sam had a laptop computer sitting atop a small pile of boxes which all seemed to be empty. She had a mattress in the bedroom lying on the floor, and almost nothing else, other than the washroom, which was replete with lotions, cosmetics, and cremes. Even Dione, whose possessions basically amounted to the one dresser outside of her tree, looked around in disbelief.

"You live like this?"

Sam chuckled.

"I've done with a lot less than this. But I don't eat food, I hardly sleep. I just moved in about half a month ago. Give me a break! Besides, what else do I need?"

Dione looked around the empty space wryly.

"Gee, that's a good point, let me just sit on your couch here and think about it... Waitaminit..."

Sam sat cross-legged in front of her computer "desk" and entered her login credentials before turning it over to Jev. He flashed her a smile.

"Desk, chair... Those might be nice too."

She pushed him playfully.

"Look, as a succubus, sometimes you just need to make a quick getaway. It's best not to have too many things you're gonna need to leave behind... I guess that's not really something I need to worry about anymore."

She said it as if the realisation was just dawning. Dione emerged from the bathroom playing with a tube of brilliant red lipstick.

"If you can just change what you look like, why do you need makeup?"

"Sometimes it's cause they like to see your makeup smudging. It's never been something that's been easy for me to simulate. And sometimes you want to leave them with marks left behind to remember you by."

Dione mimed putting some of the lipstick on, looking to Sam for approval. She ran into the bathroom quickly, then came back out sporting brilliant ruby lips. She kissed Jev on the cheek, admiring the lip print left behind.

"Not exactly where I meant, but sure, we'll go with that."

It took Dione a few moments to realise what Sam meant, but then she broke into giggles. Jev hit a few keystrokes and the printer beside the boxes whirred to life before turning to her.

"For what it's worth, you should probably look into at least some basics. I'd take it as a close personal favour if I could have a place to sit if I come visit you. One that gets me at least a little bit separated from the ground."

She groaned.

"There's nowhere to buy it here, which means I need to go into the city to get it, and then figure out how I'm going to get it back here, cause I'm not gonna throw a dozen flat-packs onto the GemLifts."

Jev brought up Odea.em on the laptop, pointing out the delivery option. Dione also contributed her own suggestion.

"Cyd's got a truck, it isn't big but it should be fine for a few ODEA things. I bet she'd let Jev borrow it."

"Could also hire a Haulit truck for the day. Also, flat-pack isn't your only option. A lot of furniture stores that don't sell flat-pack furniture deliver."

Jev leaned back, resting himself against Di's legs.

"You've gotta figure out something, though, 'cause this is not comfortable. You can change shape. Can you become a chair?"

She cast him an unimpressed look.

"Do you know a lot of folks that want to fuck chairs?"

"I mean, I can look around on the internet, but I've learned not to underestimate exactly what some people want to fuck."

"Thanks, but I really don't need that fucking up my search results."

She snatched up the papers that were now free of the printer.

"There you go. All ready for a few dozen signatures, declarations, and endorsements."

"Want to go back to the farm where we have this new-fangled technology we call 'tables' that we can fill this out on?"

Dione helped him to his feet, and in turn, he helped Sam up. Dione offered an alternative.

"Timo's is just down there. Bring a pen and we could have a drink while you fill it out."

Jev gave her a look.

"You sure like Timo's, don't you?"

She blushed.

"I like how it's in the middle of everything. It's fun people watching, especially if you don't have much to do."

Sam nodded.

"It's a good place to go to hunt from. Lots of people walking around, all in their own worlds. It's where I caught your scent."

Dione looked shocked.

"What? When was this? That had to have been the first day Jev was here? After we went to Manica's?"

"I mean, maybe? You were there. Both of you were talking. I'd changed shape, 'cause people tend to be a little on-guard around a succubus. I just remember thinking he was the perfect mark. Obviously far from home, lives outside the town, no one would really notice if he started acting weird... Ow!"

Dione had given her a full-on punch to the shoulder.

"That's for... I don't know what. For just... hunting people willy-nilly like picking an apple from the grocer's."

Sam looked between Dione and Jev and then hung her head.

"I know. I wasn't a good person."

"You still aren't."

Jev looked at Dione, shocked. Sam looked as though the dryad had stabbed a knife in her gut.

"You keep saying these things like it wasn't you, Sam, but it was. Maybe it was a different version of you, but it was still you. All of us were different people before we were the people we are now. You don't need to beat yourself over the head with it. But you do need to accept that it was you doing those things, and that you have a responsibility to be better going forward, because having a little bit of guilt and a little bit of shame about your old life will keep you from going down the same roads later on. Spila's sagging balls, girl, you were talking about hunting Jev like you wish it had gone the other way."

Part of Jev wanted to scold Dione for being overly hard on Sam, but he couldn't deny she was kind of right. Sam had been distancing herself from her past atrocities, acting as if the bond was some sort of magical reset switch. He was stuck with her now, and by extension, he was responsible for her. The last thing he wanted was for her to fall back on old habits.

Tears began to well in Sam's eyes, her face flushing a royal purple. Her arms wrapped around her middle and she collapsed against a wall in racking sobs.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Dione reached out to Sam, pulling her into a hug. The violet woman gripped at her like Dione was a log and she was being tossed in the ocean during a storm.

"Look, we're here for you. We want you to be the good person that we know you can be. It's just that it's a process, not a switch that can be flicked."

Sam didn't answer, but the sobs slowed. Jev put his hand on her shoulder supportively, unsure of whether he had anything to add to the conversation. Dione rubbed her back, and eventually, the sobs died down.

"I don't know how I'm going to do this. One the one hand I remember what I was like before, and I remember enjoying it. I have these legitimately horrible things that I remember doing which I still think of as happy memories. And on the other hand, it feels like it was someone else, a lifetime ago."

"Would it help you to talk about it? Either to us, or maybe to a therapist?"

She looked horrified at the prospect.

"Not to you. You'd never want to talk to me again... I just need time. Need to get used to caring about right and wrong."

She wiped the tears from her eyes, and as she did the puffiness and purpleness brought on by her crying wiped away too. Dione huffed.

"Ok, well, that's just plain unfair."

Sam laughed, a sob catching in her throat that belied the mask she'd put on. Jev gave her a little side hug and tried to lighten the atmosphere.

"Alright, let's go to Timo's then. Dione is buying, as the only one here to make someone cry."

"Hey!"

Dione ended up getting a Wildlands chill, a strange mentholated drink that apparently she enjoyed but tasted to Jev like tree sap mixed with cough drops. Sam got a flat white, which the barista decorated with a swan, and Jev, enjoying the warm afternoon, went with a cold brew.

Despite being the "fast-tracked" application, the form itself was not significantly shorter than that of the regular application. Most questions were straightforward, asking for names, dates of birth, government ID numbers, and the like for both him and Sam. A few required Jev to look up documentation like employee ID numbers and the address of his employer. Several questions referred to the nature of their magical bond, many of which required Sam to answer. Then they got to a few that seemed outright weird.

117.b(i):

Have you experienced any temporal anomalies (e.g., time dilation, accelerated ageing) since the bonding occurred? If yes, please provide details.



Yes

/

No

 If yes, please describe the nature of the anomaly and its effects:

117.b(ii):

Have you encountered any disruptions in communication (e.g., speaking in tongues, magical interference with electronic devices) since the bonding? If yes, please provide details.