Becoming Priscilla
"Ahh~ It's been so long since I had such a good time!"
Having drunk more heavily than usual to drive away the gloom, Fredrick collapsed onto the bed in a sprawling star shape the moment he reached the room they had taken at the inn.
"Looks like you're feeling a bit better now?"
Since they had booked a high-end double room, Lillian, who had followed Fredrick in, let out a soft chuckle.
"It's a powerful curse, sure, but the fix is simple—just don't have sex with a man. You think I'd be crazy enough to do that with a guy? It's a little cumbersome, but if I cover myself in armor like you do, the ones who only go after a body won't come running. Nothing to worry about."
As a precaution he would not be able to move around alone, yet since he spent most of his time with Lillian anyway, the inconvenience was minor.
Even the mercenaries who had shared life and death with them had shown a flicker of interest a few times, but the face of the Fredrick they had always known rose in their minds, and their curiosity never went beyond that.
Having a rare stretch of time to themselves, the two of them talked about this and that without caring who might overhear.
The curse. Half the new recruits dead. A few of the mercenaries who had fought beside them gone.
The curse had already been explained. New blood dying was common enough. They had weathered a Dead Moon amid the schemes of Nozgna's cultists; for mercenaries who lived with death as a constant companion, a few more losses could be washed down with a round of consolation drinks.
Since they were always together, talk of private matters naturally drifted into the affairs of the mercenary company.
Lillian had urged him more than once to lift the curse, but Fredrick firmly refused, insisting that growing the company came first.
"Fredrick."
"Hm?"
In the middle of their conversation Lillian approached with a catlike smile in her eyes.
Fredrick felt a strange foreboding, yet he could not tell her to stay away, so he could only ask the reason with an awkward smile.
"L-Lillian? Why are you coming so close?"
"Fufufu."
Drawing near, she radiated a seductive allure he had never seen before.
"Fredrick. I'm starting to heat up."
When Lillian slipped her arms around Fredrick's neck and pressed closer, their large breasts crushed together and spread sideways.
"Nngh!?"
The sharp, sweet pleasure of the compressed flesh drew a moan from Fredrick's lips against his will.
"We're both women now, so how about we play a little differently?"
"Differently?"
"Like this."
She hugged him tightly, crushing their breasts even harder together.
"Nngh-hnnngh~~~~!!"
The tingling pleasure intensified at once.
"How is it? A novel kind of pleasure, right?"
"Haa… haaa…"
"Hasn't it been hard for you too, Fredrick, ever since you became a woman and the lust just keeps building with nowhere to go?"
She was right.
His soul was still that of a vigorous man who wanted release, yet the body was female and he had no idea how to relieve the hunger.
But that was not the only reason the desire kept mounting.
Looks like Kaisent has trained her well.
Whenever time allowed on the journey here, Kaisent had caressed and developed Fredrick's body. Fredrick himself believed it was simply because he was a red-blooded man, but as the body grew more lewd the speed at which lust accumulated had become abnormal.
"Haa… but if we have sex…"
"That's only a problem if it's with a man. Two women enjoying each other should be fine."
At first he tried to refuse, yet just as she said the desire was piling up and he had no outlet. It might be all right for now, but given enough time it would become a problem. He knew better than anyone how dangerous it was for a man to let lust build unchecked.
"…All right."
"Fufu. Leave it to me."
Lillian stripped their clothes away in an instant, leaving them naked.
One body was trained, lightly muscled, radiating healthy beauty; the other looked as if a god had poured affection into every curve from head to toe, designed to bewitch any man.
Softly, slowly—
"Nn… nngh…"
Lillian stroked Fredrick's smooth skin, tracing the elegant lines of her body.
She lightly kneaded a thigh, climbed to the hip, gave the buttocks a gentle squeeze, then pressed a long finger firmly against the base of the tailbone.
"Aagh-nnngh~~~~!!"
Fredrick had been enduring the female pleasure until that moment; the moment the tailbone was pressed, a jolt of ecstasy shot straight up the spine into the brain.
"Don't hold back. Relax. Don't deny the pleasure your body is feeling."
Embracing Fredrick so that her face naturally rested by his ear, Lillian whispered in a soft, soothing voice.
The gentle tone so close, meant to reassure him, made Fredrick—who loved and trusted her—gradually let the tension drain from his limbs.
She gripped the large, plump buttocks hard.
"Nngh-haaaang~~~~♥"
A sweet moan burst from his lips.
"Fufufu. A woman's pleasure is only just beginning♡"
If a man's climax felt like gathering everything into one explosive peak, a woman's pleasure kept building even after climax, climbing toward still stronger heights.
"W-wait a second! Hahiik♥"
An ass can feel this good!?
He had known a woman's body could feel pleasure when caressed, but he had never imagined it would feel this good.
In truth it was Kaisent's development, yet Fredrick, receiving conscious caresses for the first time, mistook it for the ordinary pleasure every woman felt.
It makes me want to tease her♡
Fredrick, who had protected her until the kingdom fell and had been the pillar that let her weather the world's storms, was now crying out like a fragile little girl.
The gap from his usual self was so vast that, to Lillian already corrupted by pleasure, his reactions felt fresh—electrifying.
She kissed him.
"Hbuup!?"
Caught between the crushing pleasure of his buttocks and the sudden kiss, Fredrick floundered.
Wet, sucking sounds filled the air.
"Fuh-haaa~♡"
"Uum♥ Puh-haat♥ Haup♥"
A kiss that had once given only mental pleasure now delivered pure physical ecstasy; through the tongue, sparks stabbed straight into the brain.
Every time we kiss my brain tingles♥ Do women always feel pleasure like this?
Never imagining his body had been lewdly trained, Fredrick felt both flesh and mind begin to melt under the onslaught of pleasure.
"Haa~ That was delicious, Fredrick's saliva."
"M-me too…♥"
"But Fredrick."
"Y-yes?"
"You've turned into a girl prettier and cuter than me, yet the name Fredrick feels a little too stiff, doesn't it?"
Lillian stroked Fredrick's cheek, then gently ran her fingers through the golden hair so brilliant it looked like pure gold if properly worked.
"Especially with hair this beautiful."
"…It's so long it just gets in the way…"
Fredrick had cut it short more than once, but the curse always restored it to a waist-length cascade.
Short hair could be pretty, yet in this world and this age the fixed idea that long hair was more beautiful for a woman had even infected the curse.
"Anyway. Since you've become this pretty, may I call you by a different name instead of Fredrick?"
"What? That's… a bit…"
"I've always wished I had a sister. Just when it's the two of us—can't we?"
Weak to Lillian, and with the condition that it would only be when they were alone, Fredrick's resolve slowly crumbled.
Even so, a girl's name… But Lillian is begging like this…
After experiencing non-penetrative sex with Kaisent, Fredrick's feminine side had already grown a little stronger. That small shift was enough to make him accept a proposal he would once have rejected outright.
"…Only when it's just the two of us."
"Yes! I've already picked the name. Priscilla."
"Priscilla… It's such a pretty name…"
"You're that pretty, so it suits you. Then let's move on, Priscilla."
"Move on? Hahng!?"
Lillian slipped a finger gently into Fredrick—no, Priscilla's—pussy.
As explained earlier, Kaisent's constant development had loosened what would once have been a tight grip; the soft folds accepted Lillian's finger smoothly.
"A woman's most precious place. Of course masturbating here is the easiest and fastest."
Wet, rhythmic squelching filled the room.
"Aaaang~~~♥ S-stop…♥"
"Did you know, Priscilla? Once a woman's pussy is caught, she can't move. Like this."
Deeper, wetter thrusts followed.
"Hgiyiiiiit~~~~♥"
Fingers that knew female pleasure curled and scraped the walls in a steady rhythm, or plunged deep to rub the narrow entrance; Priscilla, tasting a woman's climax for the first time, reflexively threw her arms around Lillian's neck.
"Frog-leg pose~ Ya!"
"Hgoook! Nngh-hnnngh♥ Hhk♥ Auaaaaah!"
When Lillian pushed her fingers deep enough to brush the hymen and scraped the walls with exquisite control so no injury occurred, Priscilla's legs splayed into a crude frog-like pose as she moaned.
S-something's wrong! This is wrong!!
If a woman's pleasure was this intense, what had Lillian's reactions been all those times they had slept together?
The gap between the ecstasy she was feeling now and the memories of sex with Lillian made Priscilla try to push her away.
"Hbuup!?"
Sensing the hands about to shove her, Lillian locked her arms tightly around Priscilla and sealed her mouth with a deep kiss.
Wet, hungry sounds replaced the earlier gentle kisses—kisses that sought only pleasure.
With one hand Lillian pulled Priscilla's impossibly slender waist close, while the other continued to work her pussy, leaving no room for resistance.
Her pussy is trembling. She's about to come, isn't she? Loosen the hole nicely… and there!
Until now Lillian had used only her index finger; after carefully stretching the entrance she thrust her middle finger in as well.
"Nngh-huuuuung~~~~♥♥"
The tightly closed pussy stretched wider; the fingers brushed the hymen. Priscilla's body went rigid and her lower half began to shudder.
A gush of fluid sprayed out.
The piled-up pleasure erupted; Priscilla sprayed love juice and clung even tighter to Lillian.
"Haa… aaa…"
Overwhelmed by the intense climax, she closed her eyes and went limp.
"Your timing is always perfect, Kaisent."
A Standard-rank knight losing consciousness from a single orgasm was unheard of.
Lillian spoke toward the door; though no one was there, it opened.
A moment later the door closed again and a transparent Kaisent revealed himself.
"The reaction seems good."
"Good doesn't cover it. How much did you touch her?"
"Hehe. I actually used this."
Kaisent pointed to his belt.
The 0-Dimensional Warehouse, where time could be set so that one second outside equaled ten inside.
At first the thrill of possible discovery had kept him from using it, but once they slept inside the tent there was no need for caution; he had put her under sleep magic, taken her into the warehouse, and developed her body without rest.
In other words, the few days of travel had stretched into nearly a month for Priscilla.
Lillian laid the unconscious Priscilla—still under sleep magic—onto the bed.
"Haa… ha… hahnn…♥"
Love juice that had not fully spilled still trickled from between her legs; her flushed, panting face held a magic that would make any man want to pin her down at once.
Kaisent smiled as he confirmed how lewd the body he had trained had become.
At this pace the day when Fredrick became Priscilla—when he became she—was not far off.
There's something I want to ask Lillian…
Why she did not want to bear his child.
But the timid boy, afraid of what shocking answer he might hear, decided to wait until the mood or the flow of conversation was right.
For now, further developing Priscilla's body came first.
"Wow, she came hard."
"I finally understand why you sneak over every night. Even another woman touching her feels addictive."
Rebuilt as a female body, every proportion of Priscilla's form was golden.
"Mmm~ There~"
He thrust a finger deep.
"Oooooooh——!!"
A fresh spray erupted.
"Wow, just one poke and she comes that hard."
With her this sensitive, Kaisent wondered where to attack for the most fun, then smiled wickedly.
"Up we go~"
With a playful grunt he lay on the bed and pulled Priscilla's body on top of him.
The warm, soft meat blanket gave the dragon-blooded Kaisent a pleasant sense of comfort.
A sharp smack rang out.
"Ah… aaa…!"
He brought his palm down hard on her ass; addictive, springy elasticity met his hand.
"Wow. Wasn't that too hard?"
"It's fine. Ever since she dropped to Standard rank she can't escape my magic."
"Even so…"
A vivid red handprint stood out on the rounded buttocks.
"There!"
Another hard smack.
"Aaaah…!"
"You're always so strict with me!"
Smack after smack.
"And every time I'm with Lillian you give me that disapproving look!"
Harder still.
"Come from having your ass spanked! Come already!"
Smack! Slap! Smack! Smack!
"Ah… aaaah…! Kihaaaah…!"
When her entire ass glowed crimson, Kaisent flicked his tongue and thrust it into Priscilla's mouth.
Longer than most, his tongue captured and sucked hers while his hand kept spanking.
Heightened by pleasure, her body gradually began to remember that spanking itself could feel good.
Watching her former lover's body being developed, Lillian felt heat rise between her own legs and thrust an index finger into Priscilla's anus.
"Aaaaah…!"
Ass beaten until it looked ready to bruise, anus invaded as well, Priscilla was carried by the two heated partners into the 0-Dimensional Warehouse, where she would be trained for ten times the normal duration.
Kaisent's goal was to make her climax from the mere tearing of her hymen by his cock.
Finally he healed her with holy power, erasing every trace; she would never even imagine what had been done to her.