Corruption of Souls

Ch.82

Our joy of the Skaven so earnestly embracing our Aspects and Worship was so great that We even took the form of a Skaven woman when We hurriedly went to visit Carim through their portal to establish a Purification Pool in the fountain out front of the cathedral they’d already dedicated to us. After that was done, We returned to the Tartarus FOB where even with both the Night Sentinels and the Skaven, we were besieged for two whole days.

It turns out, when you annihilate a whole section of inter-connected Flesh Forest it tries to regain ground and get revenge. Because of the constant stream of Corrupted beasts and even too-far-gone demons, we were forced to stay and defend instead of our party continuing on. It wasn’t exactly helped when the Skaven used their holy arts inspired and derived from their Worship of Us further culled the Forest of Flesh back and made more meat-slimes.

Well, it did help, but it seems the more of the Forest of Flesh we clear, the more desperate and violent the forest and it’s denizens become. Still though, with the bridge cleared all the way to the initial tower leading down and the next tower leading onward, we could now finally breathe easy with kill zones established at the entrances to the two towers built into and against the mountains.

“Bridge secure! Bells ringing Purification spells captain!” Reported a lightly armored male Skaven recruit to the heavily armored rat who went by the name Alphonse. It should’ve been obvious, considering his armor was almost exactly like Alphonse Elric aside from the rat-shaped helm that still had the same characteristics in it. This world seems to thrive on references.

“Good to hear it recruit. Report back home to let them know the Tartarus Crusade is now in full swing and to prepare the next battalions for deployment.” Alphonse dismissed the recruit and turned to face us. “Goddess. In your name We will cleanse Tartarus and aid the demons below so that they may return to being our world’s wardens rather than trapped only defending themselves.”

“Thank you so much Alphonse.” We cheerfully replied, our rat tail wiggling in the air behind us happily while We clutched our hands together beneath our bosom and smiled joyfully. We were in our magic black dress right now since We’d been stuck doing clerical work in Unity between visits to the FOB. We felt compelled to be a Skaven when addressing our worshipers from Carim. They already viewed us as an ‘all-mother’ due to us rebirthing their whole first generation of people. It felt right! Eeee~! We’re properly established~!

“I’m back from Andre.” Urta grunted when she returned through Unity’s portal, now wearing a more advanced version of her Dragonslayer armor. Wait, that looks like it’s three hundred years ahead of anything else besides the Night Sentinels! “Andre said he got some ideas from studying the Night Sentinels’ gear. He even milked my tits to make the Argent fusion battery.”

We looked at each other silently for a moment, since We didn’t really know how to respond to that.

“Um, Goddess. To ask; why does this vixen feel like you in some way?” Alphonse questioned meekly, as if We’d smite him for such a simple question. We’d never do that to our beloved son! Ahem, right. Out of Mother-Mode Wiatr.

“Because Urta has more claim to our Aspect of Fertility than We do.” We admitted with a content smile, causing Alphonse to gasp and Urta to gawk, her helmet retracting when her jaw opened too wide.

“W-what?! I haven’t even given birth! I’ve only sired a few children! You’ve sired and birthed more children than anyone in history!” Urta declared, only for us to approach her and press our hands to her stomach.

“Urta. How many are within you now?” Our question caused her turquoise head to glow even brighter. “You’ve still been getting filled with more and more and more children from our other wives. Did you think We’d miss that? How big are you now? The size of the canyon? A mountain? A planetoid?” We husked and Urta panted needily, desiring what We were saying so badly she visibly fought against pouncing on us here and now. “You never want it to stop. You never want to be empty of children ever again.”

“B-but…” Urta grunted and her hips shifted back and forward with carnal hunger. “But you are the one the world needs to repopulate…”

“It takes two Urta. We can be your demi-goddess of Fertility. You’re eternally-pregnant even when you’re going to birth any of those children. We on the other hand need breaks. You don’t. That automatically makes you more qualified.” We kissed her and then backed away before holding up a golden glowing orb, a manifestation of our First Aspect. “Here. Take it.”

“N-no! No...not now. I don’t think now is a good time…” Urta shied away, biting her lip and running a hand over her cleavage. “If I take that, I don’t know if I could think past making more babies. Not right now without time to brace myself.”

“So we can still worship you as our all-mother Goddess Wiatr?” Alphonse asked worriedly, as if afraid he would have to stop praising us.

“Even when We give Urta the full Aspect, We’ll still be a demi-goddess in terms of Fertility. So yes, you can still do so our child.” We lovingly responded to our faithful son, who perked up and bowed gratefully. “Now then, it is about time We return to our quest.”

“Of course Goddess Wiatr! Leave the defense of this place to us.” Alphonse cheerfully declared and We led Urta, as well as an uncomfortable Alduin who’d been waiting nearby, out of the FOB and towards the tower onward. Once away from the base camp We morphed back into a dragon and summoned our armor onto us.

It would just be the three of us now since Visilia was staying behind in Unity to coordinate the Night Sentinels and cooperate with the Carim Crusade. She was also tending to Hunter along with her Scinoxes since he was still out of commission. However, we were going to have a couple Sentinels along to round out our group.

“So who are you two again?” We asked with an apologetic tone for having missed their names before.

“Captain Sellox of the Defender’s faction.” The female Night Sentinel stated, carrying a Spear instead of a Warhammer which was standard with the Defender’s chapter.

“Captain Helvex of the Crusader’s faction.” The male Night Sentinel announced, carrying two Chain Hatchets holstered on his hips while his regular axes were on his back even as he hefted his Heavy Cannon, which also defied the Crusader doctrine. So two odd balls.

“Alright. Our task right now is to find the nearest way up to the next level or move several levels up via elevators that work. Right now we have a hostile flesh forest and wildlife against us.” Thank gosh all these Grecian buildings use nothing but stone so fire isn’t a concern. What is a concern are explosives, because just one good blast in a bad spot could send entire sections of the superstructure tumbling to the oblivious inhabited city below.

“Is there a way to use your purifying water to clean any of the plumbing? If there are any intact? We could slow the enemy’s Corruption down and weaken it to make our job of reclaiming this place that much easier.” Sellox proposed and We nodded in agreement.

“Yes, We’ve done something similar to a spring, but it would be a major target. Once we find it we’ll have to get reinforcements fast. So let's keep an eye out for such pump stations and whatnot.” We replied with the full intent of purging an absolutely massive amount of the Corruption in one go. We’re going to need bodies though with how that first checkpoint back there turned out.

“Where should we start searching? Because if it’s not anywhere around here then it’s going to be where the enemy is pouring out from.” Helvex observed and We groaned in annoyance.

“You may have a point, but don’t be too sure they couldn’t have nests everywhere.” We rebutted before reaching the entrance to the tower onward. We checked in with the kill team watching the entrance, then we ensured our suits were sealed and the filters were working before entering.

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After a few hours and several encounters ending in blood, we found a working lift and hopped on, riding it for about six levels before it stopped. The floor we got off on was even more Corrupted, but looked more like the section for nobles with how fancy the floor of this level looked despite all the oozing flesh.

What we found up here was an ever-present misty pink Miasma and glowing ghostly feral horses that moved unnaturally through the mist. There were no flesh trees or chaos demons, just animals and even ‘plants’ in the pink mist with the sounds of sex echoing everywhere.

“This does not bode well.” Sellox commented.

“Stay close, it will be easy to get lost here. Sellox, can you set up a beacon?” We asked with a gesture at the Elevator as We looked warily at some of the feral horses that had spotted us.

“Yes your highness.” Sellox nodded as Helvex aimed his heavy weapon at the animals warily.

“I really don’t like this. This Miasma is almost like fog.” Urta muttered as she checked her fox-like golden helmet’s upgraded filters as the Horses moved closer, long shafts emerging under them.

Helvex pointed his Heavy Cannon upwards and fired off a few rounds, scaring off the horses. This also stopped the sounds of sex, but not for long. With the horses gone we had Urta look at the map.

“A fountain or some pool in this place here.” Urta pointed to a large building on the map. “It’s this way. I wish all maps were enchanted like this one! It’s giving us live updates, even showing where damage and obstructions have changed the layout.”

“The beacon is set. I also sent a warning about this floor back to the FOB. That way, no one’s walking blindly in here.” Sellox reported after placing a cube that stuck to the wall next to the elevator.

“Good. Set up lights as we go to show our path. Tint them red for danger being nearby if we haven’t dealt with it.” We ordered before we all started following Urta again.

Sellox and Helvex set up light poles as they covered the rear with green for clear and red for nearby danger we haven’t dealt with. Of course, they’ve informed us that the lights will change colour should there be anything dangerous close to the beacon. It made our initial order pointless, but We’ll suffer embarrassment over not being prepared.

Looking out to the sides of the platforms when we got outside, it looked like the Miasma somehow blanketed much further than the stuff below. At least that’s what we could tell. The floors we saw above were completely hidden by the soup-thick pink fog. Regardless of the obscuring pheromone fog, the map led us onward towards a pump station set at a natural stream on one of the mountains about four floors up.

“Narrow bridge!” Urta called out when we reached a stone bridge the map led us to.

“Is it stable to cross?” Helvex asked from the rear since he and Sellox were still on rear guard.

“Is this the only way across?” We asked Urta.

“Unless you want to go back down a level, yes.” Urta stated with confidence.

“That answers one of the questions, but you haven’t answered mine.” Helvex snipped like Berserker was prone to. Maybe each of the Doom factions likely picked up the traits of their representative Marine. Sellox for instance was infinitely patient and even shook her head at Helvex’s impatience.

We sighed before we started crossing the bridge with our wings out for balance. We’re the least likely to die permanently in the group. Halfway across We motioned for them to follow since the bridge was clearly stable if not wide. At least it isn’t the Bridge of Khazad-dûm and someone won’t have to be Gandalf to fend off the Balrog.

“We’ll have to make an order about securing this as a checkpoint. This is a good choke point and this building seems to be the only one on this platform.” Our observation was due to only seeing a sort of garage that held strange vehicles aside from the main structure itself nestled against the mountainside.

This somewhat boxy building was built slightly into the mountain to allow for its size to have more platform space beyond it. We could also hear more feral animals here as we scanned for an entrance to the building housing the pump station since it clearly served as more than just said water resource.

“Keep your eyes and ears open.” We quietly stated as our party neared the front doors.

The Night Sentinels nodded and switched their weapons to their new Combat Shotguns. Helvex was using an auto cannon while Sellox had an under-barrel grenade launcher.

“Split up?” Urta asked and caused Alduin to smack her upside the head.

“Even with being out of touch, I know that’s a bad idea.” Alduin snarled at our wife while We pulled out a Ripper dagger to partner with our Infinity.

“Let’s look for clues to figure out what this place actually is.” Sellox suggested since this building wasn’t just a utility building. The entrance was a rather large lobby and most utility buildings tend to have a fairly modest front lobby in our accumulated experience.

The moment we entered the lobby we found a skeleton splayed over the desk here with it’s pelvis broken. “That’s not disheartening at all.” We snarked while looking around, seeing similar bodies with most pointed at the door leading further inside.

“They all got fucked to death.” Helvex shook his head at the ludicrous way to go.

“These guys have been here for well over hundreds of years. I see bite marks and this one has it’s legs missing. Whatever did this might be long dead. I also don’t think all of them were fucked to death.” Alduin observed clinically. She was a soldier, she knew her corpses.

“You’re one to talk. You were supposed to be dead yourself. That didn’t stop you from coming back, now did it.” Helvex snarked at our sister.

“True, but if it’s a skeleton like I was it won’t have a dick.” Alduin replied as she grabbed a pistol off a body. The gun looked exactly like a Colt 1911 in black metal and had what looked like a goat head on the ivory handle. “It seems Tartarus Demons at one point had a society like we have now. I saw a lot of high-tech weapons down there in the hands of soldiers besides their melee weapons.”

“That’s a classic early semi-automatic pistol.” Sellox stated with appreciation in her voice as she took it from Alduin. “It’s always interesting to see how weapons develop so similarly between cultures.”

“Kinda dated by our standards, but still advanced.” We commented from Daring’s experience after We noticed more weapons like this on other bodies and corroded bullet casings all over the floor. It seems everyone had been firing at the doorway to the rest of the building, what with the bullet holes in the wall and through the doors that had been violently flung onto the floor in this room.

“The one with a broken pelvis looks more recent.” Alduin told us. “I think this was a later demon to come up here and search the building before being killed.”

“Okay, but how old are these bodies?” Sellox asked us. Ah, she bothered to look up our individual skill sets rather than our general assumed capabilities.

“The bodies are all almost 1023 years old, but this one with the broken pelvis has only had this damage for 340. There’s also some Argent in the marrow of some of the older ones.” Daring explained as she looked over the bodies and sniffed a femur, getting a hint of that familiar distinct energizing tang Urta gives off.

“The 1911 can’t be the only weapon they were using.” Helvex commented as he looked around.

“It’s not.” Urta declared before she threw him a moldy rifle. “I think that one was part of the security with how heavily armored they were.” She told us and we all examined the corpse she’d robbed to find it wearing armor akin in style to the Night Sentinels gear.

“These were prototypes, seeing as they weren’t in their human forms.” Helvex commented as he checked the old rifle out. “Exactly like an M1 Garand.” He said, pulling the ejection plate back to take a peek inside the firing chamber, where you would load a clip inside.

“Why do you think they have Human Forms? No species of our dimension have been apes aside from on the Storm Isles and they’re barely the same thing.” Alduin questioned in confusion, still not used to the concept of a humanoid species that didn’t have fur or scales or prominent snouts.

“Because their people in their Tartarus can become human in appearance. I don’t care why or how, just that they have smooth skin and flat faces with plush lips.” Urta licked her own slimy chops, probably fantasizing about making out with Visi in her human form.

“Oddly seductive hairless mammals aside, We think We figured out what happened to this particular building.” We grimly commented upon noticing the ominous runes seared into the stone of the wall by supernatural fire. We remembered them from open Hell Gates and Gore Nests during invasions from the Sentinel’s database. It would also explain why there are traces of Argent here.

“I found a date.” Alduin called out and approached with a black rectangular plate she took from behind the desk. It wasn’t on paper, rather it was an unusual carbon slate. Maybe their precursor to more advanced magitech? It’s only good for notes though, but it’s aged enough that anything other than the last entry had been lost.

“AD 01/1/01. The Undead had finally broken the cycle the gods locked them all in. This means time is now flowing for them and all realms attached to them, that means us as well, so from now on the date is After Dark 01/1/01. This also marks a momentous event of us being able to actually make contact with them in more ways than just the dead! But on the note of our research, you all keep working hard at finding out what these new demons are.”

“So they ended up summoning Hell here?” Sellox scoffed and shook her head in disgust.

“Clearly they didn’t know what they were dealing with. From the sound of the memo it looks like they just found a Hell Demon and wondered what it was. This must be the cause of the Demon Wars.” To think, this note was made at what was essentially the dawn of linear time in this era.

“Now what? Do we demolish this place?” Helvex snorted in disgust.

“No, we explore. We still have to find the water source Urta mentioned.” We declared before We led them further inside while noting the overabundance of male pheromones in the Miasma. Thank you foreign magic/science for these bullshit amazing technologies.

“Is there something wrong, ma’am?” Sellox asked uneasily.

“Just a high concentration of male pheromones over the heady cocktail already in the air.” We answered while really wishing to get rid of this obscuring pink fog. That’ll have to wait until after We establish another Purification Pool though. “The scanning tech in the helmets is really helping. We’re glad you let us study your gear.”

“It helps that Canida had some already in development and they were willing to collaborate with us.” Urta pointed out, likely having known due to her close and intimate relationship with the R&D Night Sentinels and Scinoxes. Even if none of them got intimate with her, they still had to milk her fluids for their work with Argent.

“Cut the chatter girls. How close are we?” Helvex asked Urta with a tone of disapproval at our excessive talking. To be fair, we’re in dangerous territory and talking is a good way to get found by threats.

“To the left of us down the hall and down some stairs to a ‘basement’ level.” Urta said while she was still looking at the map.

We followed our wife’s directions and found a boiler room that was flooded. “Well this could work if we could get the boilers working, or even replace them with pumps to spread the purification as far as possible.” We considered, lamenting that none of us have plumbing experience.

“We’ll go get you some Corrupted flesh. It’ll be a bit of a trip back to where the forest is thicker though.” Sellox declared before she and Helvex turned to go hunting.

“The skeletons here will work too, just not as well.” We informed them since We didn’t want them to stray too far from the rest of us. We felt relieved when they nodded and left to scour the building instead. With them set to their task, We started setting up by pulling the small brazier and other Bonfire ingredients out of our cleavage.

“What should we do?” Alduin asked as she looked around the unnaturally hazy pink-tinted basement. It wasn’t as bad as upstairs, but you could clearly see where the unnatural pink fog billowed down the stairs to the pool at our paws and turned the water into the purple-red sludge like it was back at the marketplace fountain. Thank goodness our paws are protected from this ickiness~!

“You could stand guard? Like the good, disciplined soldiers you both are?” We snarked with a flat look.

“Well, what about the armor this place was working on? It may be ancient, but there might be something our people can learn from it.” Urta suggested while she leaned on the pole of her swordspear.

“We can get that once the place is safe to walk around.” We told them with an even flatter look as We put the brazier down and set the crystal seeds in it. They’re a rather convenient replacement for a few of the more macabre ingredients like the undead bones We had to use in the beginning, but simplified thanks to Harmonia’s magic fruit. “Now we just wait for the other two to show up.” We sighed and shifted about in the murky water with the brazier acting as a little boat for the ingredients.

We could hear the gunfire of our group’s two Night Sentinels echoing through the eerily still air as they hunted down whatever they could for us to consume. Sometimes We could hear the revving of chainsaws which had to be Helvex. Maybe they found a flesh tree? Eventually they returned, dragging a tarp behind them with brutally butchered fresh flesh on it.

“Thank you. Did you maybe find anything that wasn’t feral?” We questioned before dragging the overloaded tarp into the center of the room where We magically stripped off our dragonstone armor since We would have to risk the Miasma to-holy fuck this shit hits the libido in the jimmies~! Hnng~! No girls, down! Ignore Urta’s presence! We turned into iridescent slime and began wholesale absorbing the Corrupted flesh as an amorphous blob, rapidly swelling bigger in the center of the room.

“No, but we did find more dead bodies and a few more of these interesting slates with documents. This place was the start of Hell’s invasion, the people here were slowly going mad as they researched the Hellspawn.” Sellox replied stoically, unbothered by the sight of a formless mass of goo gorging on gore.

“All the labs have been destroyed, but from what we found this was Site 15 which is set on the lower quarters from the rest of the research.” Helvex explained further. He sounded a bit intrigued even while they all watched us get fat on foul flesh.

“Good work, now We’d better make a fountain before We fuck you all to death~!” We declared cheerfully, fantasies of all the women being immobile balls of slime-baby bearing balloons and Helvex trapped inside us, our body endlessly milking his cock for-hnng~! Be strong girls! Be strong!

We used a tendril of slime to move the Bonfire Brazier to the back wall of the flooded basement and turned into a single giant iridescent goo breast. Holy fuck. We’re literally a giant tit! This is epic! We’ve gotta-no! Grr~! Head out of the gutter ladies! Our single beach-ball sized nipple gushed milk like a broken fire hydrant.

It seemed with the Miasma here, the Corruption was much more stubborn. It slowed the process of turning this flooded basement into a Purification Pool, but eventually the sludgy red-purple muck turned into the magic iridescent water.

The instant this happened and the portal manifested, more roots sprouted from Harmonia’s summoned offshoot tree and grew the flowers. Within seconds of the flowers producing their Corruption-attacking pollen, another deafening shriek of agony and fury stabbed into our ears. Thank gosh We can turn that off!

It took minutes like last time, but eventually the room was clear of taint, the water shone in the dark room, turning it into a beautiful indoor wading pool and Harmonia was looking unamused at us through her portal before sighing and she left us be. “That’s seriously going to happen every time?!” Urta shouted furiously and with despair in her voice.

“This place is interconnected and something is at the center.” We explained while Urta rubbed her poor ears.

“Is this what the Lust demons want, or was this all an accident?” Alduin questioned with disgust.

“Considering that they haven’t done this elsewhere, it’s likely the latter.” Sellox theorized as she checked the now illuminated and fogless room. Oh thank convenience, she found a broken pump.

“Get some combat engineers over here and fix that.” We ordered as We checked the pool while Urta and Alduin went on guard by the only door down here.

“Yes, ma’am.” Helvex nodded as he radioed the now-former FOB for combat engineers to be sent up here through the portal network. It was better to have the outposts use Unity as a go-between than try to establish things locally. At least not until this Corruption is either gone or culled to a point of comfort.

“Sellox, get some of them to set up defenses here while the place is getting Purified.” We told her since We felt the water and pollen fighting the corruption in the building. This place wasn’t inundated in flesh like the previous areas, but there was still plenty of it.

“Right away.” Sellox the Defender gave a salute before We watched some of the soldiers from the former FOB come through the portal. “That would be them.” She ran after them as several engineers and guards funneled upstairs to help set up defenses. This place was going to be turned into a fortress with what they brought along.

Oh! Our children have come~! Yes! Worship our holy boobiness~! Oh! We’re still a giant breast! So embarrassing~! Our Skaven Servants are all so cute with how they gape and adore us. We shrunk down and became a hyper-busty Skaven woman to bask in their wordless praise, our long prehensile tail flicking about joyfully in our glorious nudity. Yes our children. We are here, and We Love you~! Come in for a hug~! Aw, thanks Alphonse~! He isn’t even groping us! Such a gentlerat!

“Your highness, I just got word that the enemy attacking the old FOB have weakened.” Helvex reported while the engineers he was speaking to had moved to the broken pump and damaged plumbing in the room. “Although it seems they’re converging on us now. It looks like they’re after you.” He said as the engineers started ripping the broken equipment apart and salvaging what they could while quickly yammering on in technical terms We couldn’t hope to understand.

“Rip their flesh! Carve their bones! They will not harm the All Mother!” Chanted the Skaven crusaders, who then rushed upstairs and caused the Night Sentinels to balk. The chant of Rip and Carve filled us with a disturbing glee as the skaven ran to the defenses.

“Go our babies! Butcher them! Slaughter them! Feast on their corpses and-!” We froze, realizing how wrong that sounded. “Uh...Urta. How would you like a budding War Aspect?” We nervously questioned our wife. Half of us being battle-hardened warmaidens and another quarter not caring or not, We do not want War to be something We preside over!

Ferengi Rule of Acquisition 35: Peace is good for Business! Well...Ferengi Rule of Acquisition 34: War is good for Business...nope. Not going that route! We don’t have the heart to birth so much life and then be a driving force for how they might die! At least Urta would have the mental fortitude to be both Goddess of Fertility and War!

“Sure thing! I love fighting, training, brutal violence, the whole shebang! Give it here!” Urta approached and we clasped our left hands together, a faint golden light traveling from us to her. “Woo! Fuck yeah! I’ll be pissed as all hell to see my rugrats die to any violence, but damn if I won’t rain hell on their killers, their families, their entire countries!” The Argent Vixen practically sounded ecstatic at the idea.

“Ma’am, what have you created?” Helvex asked us from behind in concern and interest in this development.

“Would you have preferred us keeping that when three quarters of us are battle-hardened bitches? Hook the pump up to the sprinkler system, get parts from through the portal.” We ordered some engineers as Harmonia’s little tree opened a portal between camps directly, which was new to us. Thankfully this was before the sounds of battle started. “Thanks Harmonia.”

“We’re on it.” The engineers got to work, disassembling the pump’s internal workings and grabbing the necessary parts, their special helmets allowing them to see what they were doing even through the glowing water flooding the room.

“Not really. It doesn’t suit you, but you would’ve gotten ravaged by Lord Berserker for it, sexually speaking. I mean, he loves battles as much as the next warrior and that’s matched to Princess Visilia.” Helvex commented and We felt a little curious, wondering what our wife having become Goddess of War would do to our relationship dynamic. After all, if Bryan and the other Doom Brothers are going to marry us, she’s part of the package.

Whatever, that’s for later. “Do We have the defenses going up?” We demanded Helvex since he’s currently acting as our Night Sentinel mouthpiece.

“Yes. Sellox has established multiple auto-turret firing lines down the halls. That won’t matter once the engineers get the sprinklers up and-.

“Hah! It was the impeller! Everything else aside from the cracked pipes are good! Applying sealant!” The engineer declared cheerfully and then sprayed the damaged pipe with some iridescent purple goo that filled the cracks and almost seemed to turn into copper like the material it was filling. “Spinning the motor with a charge and-.”

The ceiling began dumping Corrupted sludge for a few seconds before the disgusting deluge turned into a revitalizing rain as the pump used the new water source that was Harmonia’s Bonfire Fountain.

The horrid shriek pierced the air again through the sound-dampening of falling water and We had enough for the day, trudging through the portal to Unity with Alduin and Urta in-. “Eep!” We were scooped up by Urta and she began running with our nude body in a bridal carry. “Urta?!”

“Now that you already know, you’re gonna fucking fill me!” Urta declared excitedly, which made us feel so aroused at her incredible enthusiasm for being bred that We almost gave her the majority of her rightful Aspect right then.

By Mi Amore Cadenza, We Love her~!