A Perverted Path to Victory

Sara

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Independent of her conscious control, Sara’s legs carried her onto their tent’s cot. She knelt down robotically, at least finding that she had enough leeway to pat down the comforter as she crawled onto the plush bedding. Once she was properly on it, she found herself turning around and dropping onto her back, head propped up on the pillows so she could see the rest of the room.

Hurlish was standing at the tent’s entrance, halfway through pulling a soot-stained work shirt over her head.

God damn, I got lucky.

Hurlish was still a touch sweaty from the day’s work, causing the room’s steady crystal lights to shine through the sheen of perspiration. Her chest wasn’t wrapped up, as had been normal since she’d had Tahn, and Sara’s eyes betrayed her with how hungrily they roved over her wife’s breasts. Collared or not, she wanted to keep up some kind of appearances. Getting lost mindlessly ogling her wife’s tits wasn’t exactly what a cool, suave Champion of Amarat should be doing.

She managed to wrench her eyes away from that scene when Hurlish took a few steps forward, tossing her shirt across the room. Evie, following demurely behind their wife, darted across the room to obediently pick up, fold, and set the shirt aside, all without orders. Her tail had fallen almost entirely limp, save for the occasional little twitches or shivers that ran down her spine. She wasn’t going to be any help at all.

Hurlish stepped up to the edge of the cot, staring down at Sara. Her arms rose to fold over her breasts, thick biceps and heavy forearms leaving Sara no choice but to sweep her gaze across them, then down to her wife’s toned stomach. Hurlish didn’t have abs so much as she did a solid brick wall, her stomach a thick slab of green flesh that, Sara knew excruciatingly well, was nothing but a thin layer of softness over an unyieldingly steely core.

Her pants were still on, but her belt had been unlatched, dangling freely above a bulge that, concerningly, looked prodigiously large even on her massive frame. Anyone that stood seven feet tall shouldn’t be packing heat like that. It was a goddamn health and safety hazard.

“I don’t care why you were late,” Hurlish rumbled. “And I don’t care that you sent a runner to tell me that you would be.”

“Not even if it was a reeeaaally good reason?” Sara asked cutely, giving Hurlish her best puppy dog eyes.

“No.” Hurlish’s gaze swept down Sara’s body. Possessively. In a way that Hurlish usually only used on Evie during a roleplay scene. It made Sara shiver. “You’re gonna learn a lesson tonight, Sara.”

She smirked, leering up at her wife. “Oh? Have I been a bad girl?”

“Shut it.” The collar flashed, orders clamping Sara’s jaw shut. “Here’s what you’re gonna do, Sara. First of all: stop using your Blessings to hide how tired you are.”

The collar flashed, but this time Sara felt herself actually try to fight it. Getting told to get on the bed and shut up by her half-naked wife wasn’t exactly something she was in the habit of resisting, but peeling back her Blessings was asking a bit more from her. She used them so often and for so long that she didn’t even fully grasp what Hurlish meant by the order, not until she started feeling herself follow the command.

It started with her long black hair, which suddenly puffed up into a frizzy, sweaty mess, the long hours spent marching through the jungle making themselves known. She felt red veins streak through her eye’s sclera, twenty hours without a single nap leaving them veiny and visibly exhausted. Dark bags crinkled the skin beneath while her pale skin began to brighten with shades of red, a sunburn coloring her face, the back of her neck, and her shoulders. Even her clothing began to fade, stains becoming more visible, the dyes losing their luster, shirt buttons fading from a mirror polish to a more scuffed and worn look.

Fighting the urge to turn away from Hurlish in embarrassment, she tried to force a boastful chuckle into her next joke, only to abruptly remember she couldn’t. She wasn’t allowed to talk.

“See?” Hurlish reached out and grabbed Evie by the shoulder, dragging her in close. Gasping, Evie instinctively arched her back, pressing herself greedily against Hurlish’s newly-created bulge. “I told you she was overworking herself. Look at her. She needs some rest.”

“I-it was a rather productive meeting we attended, dear-” Evie tried to gasp out, only to be silenced by a squeeze from Hurlish.

“Don’t care. If I told you that you’ve gotta be home by sunset, what would you do?”

“Be h-home, of course.” Evie’s thighs were rubbing together, and her tail had reached out to encircle Hurlish’s leg.

“That’s ‘cause you’re a good kitty. So why does Sara get to be any different?”

Evie’s eyes were distant, barely focused. She began to answer, but Hurlish was already speaking.

“I’m not mad at you, ‘course. You just do what you’re told, after all.”

Evie’s thighs clenched.

“And I get that you gotta give advice in meetings and listen to Sara or whatever. But her?” Hurlish bent forward, lowering her head the full two feet that it took for her to whisper into Evie’s twitching ears. “She’s tired. She needs to relax more. If she doesn’t, she’ll start making mistakes, and I know you don’t want that. So I’m gonna make her relax. Don’t you think she needs that?”

Evie shuddered. She tried to look at Sara, but the tickling of Hurlish’s breath against her ears had her eyes fluttering too much, obscuring her vision in a haze of lust. Sara wanted to give her a look that said something like ‘oh god help me’ or maybe ‘at least make sure it feels nice when I get fucked through the bed,’ but the smaller of her two wives wasn’t able to focus long enough to catch Sara’s eye.

“Well?” Hurlish rumbled. “Do you? Answer me.”

“Y-yes…” Evie whispered.

Hurlish kissed the base of her ear. “Good Kitty. Wait here until I tell you what to do, alright?”

Sara was beset by a strange mixture of squirming arousal, embarrassment, and trepidation as Hurlish made her way up to the base of the bed, staring unashamedly at Sara’s still-clothed body. After spending a long moment leering, she finally addressed Sara again.

“You look like a fuckin’ wreck, Sara.”

She made a face up at Hurlish, sticking her tongue out. Of course she looked bad. When a divinely-blessed appearance was what you were used to, anything less than perfection was—

“And not just because you’ve normally got a way to cheat,” Hurlish said, as if she were reading Sara’s very thoughts. “You’re exhausted. How couldn’t you be? You’re working yourself to the bone with all this politics crap and you’re making time to be with your family. Real sweet of you, but you can’t keep that up forever. Amarat hasn’t given you some bullshit Skill that lets you manage it.”

Sara wanted to protest. She could feel the arguments waiting at the tip of her tongue, but the collar wouldn’t let them escape.

Kind of bullshit that you made the collars only pop off if you ‘really’ want them to, Garen.

Hurlish grabbed Sara’s ankle, dragged her down the bed so her feet were dangling off the edge, then began unwinding her own chest wrap.

“Y’know what I think, Sara? I think you’re falling for your own bullshit. I think you’ve spent so long faking it that you forgot you’re lying. I guess I could wait until it catches up with you and ya realize that on your own, but I’m not that patient. You think you’re all that? I’ll show you you’re not.”

Sara’s eyes widened. That really didn’t sound great. She turned another plaintive gaze to Evie, but found her other wife still standing obediently where Hurlish had left her. Her ears were flat against her head, tail curling and uncurling nervously, and her doe-eyed gaze was locked solidly on Hurlish. Or, more specifically, on her now-bared tits.

Guess I can’t blame her for that one. They’re really nice.

Hurlish tossed her sweat-soaked wraps away, then crossed her arms over her chest, grinning down at Sara.

“You know, I really love how Garen figured out how to break those collars. Pretty sure he didn’t mean to do it like he did, but making ‘em only pop off when someone doesn’t want to do what they’re ordered? It’s perfect. ‘Cause I can tell that you really want to be arguing with me right now.” Hurlish reached down, rubbing the padlock that kept the collar closed over Sara’s neck. She grinned toothily. “You know I’m right. And no matter what you want to tell yourself, this collar? It’s not going anywhere tonight.” Hurlish dropped the padlock, straightening, and then chuckled in an irritatingly self-assured way. “You can talk again. Let’s hear what you have to say.”

The instant the collar flashed, Sara was blowing stray hair out of her face, frowning up at her wife.

“Just because I like being on my back with a hot-ass lady in front of me doesn’t mean I agree with your argument, y’know,” she protested hotly. “It’d be damn hard to make me not want to get a piece of someone that looks like you.”

Hurlish chuckled. “Sure, sure. Which is why you let your Blessings get all fucked up too, right?” Another order rolled off her tongue before Sara could retort. “How about this? Use your fancy Skills to turn yourself back to how you were on Earth. Your old body, from right before Amarat snatched you up.”

“What?” Sara sputtered. “Why?”

It didn’t matter. The command was already taking effect. Her long, silky hair was shrinking up into her scalp, its lustrous black turning to the dull brown she’d been born with, stopping only when it had returned to its ‘I’ve gone too long without getting my pixie cut touched up’ look that had become her habitual hairstyle. Her breasts lost a cup size, her arms regained the flab born of years spent getting stoned and snacking on junk food after work, and her skin was criss-crossed by the nasty scars her self-administered welding lessons had earned her. Her sharp, striking facial features blurred back to the pudgy look that no amount of manual labor had ever taken from her, and she even noticed her eyesight blurring a touch, not quite as keen as it had been. She’d always been worried she’d need glasses sooner or later, just like her dad. It seemed like she’d been right to worry.

“There we go,” Hurlish said happily. “A nice, normal kind of hot-ass lady. Fucked a lot of girls that looked like you back in Hagos, y’know. Not the borderline succubus you keep thinking you are.”

“I am that succubus look,” Sara quickly snapped. “That’s my body too. I’ve never had a problem with looking that way.”

“Sure, sure. But you don’t have a problem looking like your old self either, do ya?” Hurlish ran a hand up Sara’s leg, grazing along her inner thigh, but pulled away before she got anywhere interesting. “I definitely don’t mind it. Not at all.”

Still pinned to the bed by the collar’s orders, Sara could only roll her eyes. “You’re such a dyke.”

“Ha!” Hurlish laughed. “Yeah. Wouldn’t have known what that meant back when we met, but now? Oh, yeah.” She licked her lips hungrily. “But I got one more order for you, Sara.”

“And then you’re finally going to get around to fucking me?” Sara did her best to wiggle her hips seductively. “You’ve never asked me to give you a cock before. I’m pretty excited to see what you’re gonna do with it.”

Hurlish ignored her. “You’re gonna make yourself lose all your Champion bullshit, Sara. Your Skills, your Levels, your Blessings. All of it. You’re gonna make yourself just like you were back on Earth, except for one little thing: you’re gonna make sure you can take me.”

This time Sara gasped as the collar’s flash lit the tent’s dim canvas ceiling. It was a far more comprehensive order than the others, and she could feel its effects rolling through her. Her strength fled in waves, each Level noticeably ebbing away, and her Skills and their unnatural abilities went with them. Hurlish had already stripped away her most obviously visible Blessings, but these went deeper, more profound. A blush she’d not known she had began crawling up her face, a flush that was deepened by her heavy breathing that she suddenly couldn’t hide. Her tongue suddenly felt thicker, words no longer coming to her as easily as they had before.

Sara had forgotten just how much she had changed over the last few years. Absent all the minutiae that had gifted her with impossibly perfect self-control, she found herself struggling to even maintain eye contact with Hurlish, her eyes involuntarily drifting down to her wife’s chest before jerking back up to her face. Her fingers slowly curled into the bedsheets, as if for stability, and she found herself nervously clenching and unclenching her toes, thighs rubbing and squirming against each other.

Most disorienting of all, however, was the sudden silence. She lost her ability to hear the rest of the camp. Just a minute before, she’d been listening to tens of thousands of conversations. Her mind had logged and parsed it all constantly, without conscious effort, but it had still been there, floating at the edges of her awareness. Now it was gone. The only thing she could hear was her own heavy breathing, the shift of her body on the bedsheets, and the blood pounding in her ears. She couldn’t have found a distraction if she’d wanted to.

“There we go,” Hurlish rumbled, hands going to her own belt. “Here’s what the great Sara Brown really looks like. What you’d be like if you didn’t have a god propping you up.”

“N-no it’s not,” Sara elegantly retorted. She swallowed hard. “If I’d b-been born in this world, I’d still have some kinda Levels or something right now. I wouldn’t be like this.”

“Oh, sure,” Hurlish sarcastically agreed, tossing her belt off to the side. “But let’s be honest with ourselves. Would you be a diplomat like Evie here? You’re younger than me. You’d be low-Level, and I don’t think you’ve got a polite bone in your body. If you were born here, you’d have ended up a big fuckin’ brute of a soldier, or maybe a blacksmith like me. You wouldn’t be any better at hiding how you feel than anyone else.”

Hurlish dropped her pants, leaving her dressed in nothing more than boxers.

Goddammit, Sara thought, her eyes jerking involuntarily down the green swathe of Hurlish’s musculature to land on her crotch. Why’d I have to invent modern underwear, too? That shit looks too good on her.

It was the first time Hurlish had sported her own cock, and despite the fact that she was only at half-mast, the swell was large enough to be deeply intimidating. Hurlish was over seven feet tall and it still looked huge on her. It was of the size that Sara, back when she’d have been wearing her current body naturally, would have gawked and laughed at in a sex shop. Unless you had a god’s supernatural abilities on your side (or a truly monumental amount of practice), taking anything over eight inches was downright painful for just about every woman. If she had to guess, Hurlish’s cock was going to be a damn lot bigger than that. Fucking ridiculous.

Sara’s breaths were coming even heavier now. She tried to calm herself but, of course, that didn’t happen as easily as it once had.

“Well?” Hurlish taunted. “C’mon. You’re usually cracking jokes or getting flirty right about now, babe. Something got you distracted?”

“Well, there is a hot lady taking her clothes off in front of me,” she managed to say, even if she didn’t manage to tear her eyes off Hurlish’s bulge. “Pretty sure I’m allowed to be distracted by that.”

“Glad you’re keeping your eye on what’s important. Now take your clothes off.”

Sara’s hands flew to her shirt with a speed that couldn’t quite be explained by the collar’s control of her body. With the earlier order still keeping her back pressed to the bedding, she couldn’t quite lift herself up to throw her shirt over her head. Instead she undid each of the buttons, fingers fumbling with uncharacteristic clumsiness as they worked their way down. Watching with a hungry gaze, Hurlish’s impatience got the better of her.

“Evie, take her pants off.”

The feline all but sprinted to obey, her lust-darkened gaze roving over Sara’s body. At Sara’s old body. Her one from Earth, the one she’d been born with, without all of the tweaks and perfections Amarat had provided for her new life. Evie and Hurlish’s eyes were devouring her all the same.

Unable to control it without her Blessings, a blush ran up Sara’s neck, filling out her cheeks with bright embarrassment. She couldn’t even hide it behind the tan she’d gotten in the Empire, so instead she turned her head aside, pressing a cheek into the comforter, even as she was compelled to awkwardly undress.

Hurlish laughed at her. “Gods, but I love to see that. I always know you’re falling apart behind that pretty face of yours, but it’s so nice to get to see it myself. Look at how embarrassed she is, Evie.”

Narrowed, vertically-slit pupils glanced up at Sara’s face. She met them for only a moment, then turned away, her flush growing brighter.

“See?” Hurlish rumbled. “She knows she needs this. She wants to get fucked through the bed, even if she won’t say it.”

Sara forced a scoff, even if it didn’t sound half as confident as usual. “Oh, sure. I’m definitely the type to refuse to admit I’m horny. Sounds just like me.”

“Horny? Oh, sure, you’re fine and honest about that. You’re as much a whore as Evie, except you don’t get off on getting paid for it. You just like getting fucked.” Through the corner of her eye, Sara saw Hurlish finally begin tugging at the waistline of her boxers. She tried to pretend she wasn’t watching. “But I know what you won’t admit, Sara.”

Hurlish’s boxers fell. Her cock burst forth, dropping low, hanging halfway down her thighs. On a seven foot woman. It wasn’t yet hard enough to stand straight out, but it was already ten inches long. A hell of a lot longer than this body, Sara’s real body, had ever taken. She tried to clench her legs shut, but Evie, still following Hurlish’s order, easily kept them spread apart while she dragged her pants off, revealing the dripping arousal that lay between her thighs.

“You won’t admit that you don’t just want this, you need this,” Hurlish growled. When Evie finished removing Sara’s pants, Hurlish grabbed their wife around the back of the neck and tossed her aside, taking her spot between Sara’s legs. “You won’t admit that you’re tired, that you need to tone things down. You won’t admit that you sneak out in the middle of the night to get extra work done like you think I wouldn’t find out, and you didn’t admit to your dad that you barely grabbed a few hours of sleep while you were in Tulian. And I’m pretty damn tired of all that crap, Sara. So I’m gonna tell you something you don’t know.”

Hurlish grabbed Evie by the top of the head, fingers curling in her hair as she dragged her in close, shoving her to her knees right before Hurlish’s cock. Evie fell forward with a pitiful whine, mouth open as she began to worship the massive length. Sara had seen Evie in that position more times than she could count, but never from this perspective. Never with Hurlish’s cock on her tongue. Though she was still fully dressed, Evie’s hand nonetheless snaked down her abdomen, slipping into her pants to begin rubbing herself eagerly, little whimpers filling the air as she licked and kissed worshipfully at Hurlish’s cock.

“You forgot to drink your tea the last few days.” Hurlish’s growling baritone dragged Sara’s attention back upward, her eyes widening.

“W-what?”

“Your tea. I checked the quartermaster’s books. You’ve got so used to Evie and I drinking it that you’ve been forgetting to grab your own doses. It’s been three days since you had any.”

She was right, Sara suddenly realized. Holy shit, she was right. Sara had been too tired lately, hadn’t she? Too distracted by shit like…

Hurlish’s cock was throbbing under Evie’s tongue now. It was massive. Bigger than Sara ever preferred to make her own dick, not unless Evie begged her for it. Fully erect now, its thick weight lay across their wife’s face, sweat and spit rubbing across her lust-drunk features.

“So you know what I did a few days ago?” Hurlish shoved Evie aside so she could bend forward and put one knee on the bed, forcing Sara’s legs apart. Her cock fell down onto Sara’s stomach— past her stomach. Sara couldn’t tear her gaze away from the burning look in Hurlish’s eyes, but she felt the head of her cock resting well above her bellybutton. Hurlish grinned down at her. “I stopped drinking it, too.”

Sara’s stomach lurched, eyes widening. “What? What do you mean?”

“I stopped drinking it two days ago.”

Sara’s eyes bulged. “But we-”

“Yeah,” Hurlish cut her off. “Maybe I got lucky and we’ve already got another kid on the way. But you know how I am.” Hurlish drew her hips back, letting that gigantic cock smear Evie’s spit across her stomach, until Sara was shuddering when the head dragged over her clit. Hurlish smiled down at her. “I’m not a fan of leaving things to luck.”

“W-w-wait-!”

Hurlish didn’t listen. She drew her hips just that little bit further back, letting her cock drop down until its tip was rubbing against Sara’s entrance. Good fucking gods, it was big. It wouldn’t fit. There just wasn’t any way it could. The feeling of it laying there, pulsing heat into her body, had Sara frozen in place.

“See, Sara, I had an idea,” Hurlish rumbled. “If you’re not gonna damn well listen to me and stick close to home, why not make you?”

Sara could not believe that her collar hadn’t popped off. What the hell was wrong with it? With her? She was fighting for the fates of entire fucking nations, millions of people, and this? This was what was bringing her to her knees? A fat cock under big tits and a husky growl? How?

“H-Hurlish, a-are y-you kidding m-m-me?” She stuttered out. “We just d-decided to adopt Keo, a-and we agreed th-that we’d—”

Sara was silenced with the tiniest push of Hurlish’s hips. Sara felt her lower lips get split open by the massive cock resting at her entrance, barely pushing into her at all, yet it was still enough to have her back arching, eyes squeezing shut as she focused on keeping down the pathetic noise that wanted to roll out of her.

“About the only thing I care about,” Hurlish growled, “is that collar popping off. Until it does, I know you’re just lying to us both.”

God fucking damnit, Garen!

“Evie,” she panted, turning to her other wife. “C’mon, Evie. You don’t want me knocked up, do you? All bloated and awkward and unable to defend myself right when the war with Sporatos is about to start up again?”

“Yeah Evie,” Hurlish chuckled. “Do you want that? Having Sara nice and pregnant with our kid, so fragile and vulnerable that you get to keep her under lock and key just like you had me? Have her off the battlefield while you go out fighting, not having to worry about her at all because she’s stuck behind a hundred different walls? I bet you could get Garen himself protecting her, y’know. She could have an archmage for a body guard. Wouldn’t you just hate that?”

With her mind torn to tatters by all that had come before this, Evie entirely lacked the ability to control her expression as her two wives spoke to her. She looked between them with the whites of her eyes showing, tail curled up anxiously.

“E-Evie,” Sara panted, struggling to piece together a few short sentences. “Th-this is stupid. We don’t need to be d-doing this. We’ve got so many p-plans, right?”

“Evie. Look at me.” The authority in Hurlish’s voice had Evie’s eyes snapping straight to the orc’s face. “You’ve had a collar on for longer than any of us. You know how it works. And look at this.” A dull thump filled the tent as Hurlish’s thick fingernails flicked the padlock. “Tight as a vice. You want this, obviously, but more importantly: she wants this, doesn’t she?”

“Evie, come on,” Sara pleaded, ignoring the swirling maelstrom in her lower stomach. “You l-listen to me, right? You always do. Just- just convince Hurlish this is a bad idea, and th-then we can—”

Silent as the night and with a flick of her tongue across her lips, Evie moved back, placing herself in the shadows. In Hurlish’s shadow.

Hurlish smiled. “Good Kitty. Get up close. You get to watch, alright?”

With a full-body shudder, Evie stepped into Hurlish’s back, reaching out to wrap her arms around the orc’s big waist. The way she stared down, looking at the cock half-pressing into Sara… Sara had to turn away.

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