Into the Black

Since comparative religion wasn’t exactly a topic for public places like the medlab, we changed locations to Captain Inatumal’s quarters. As we walked, I did my best to keep my concentration on my form, to keep it from getting out of control. Who would have guessed that increasing my ability to shapeshift would have had a downside? Still, I could see skill XP start rolling in, which meant that working to control the unstable flesh was basically helping me increase my shapeshifting skill.

Anyways, once we were all in the captain’s suite, I looked over at the twins, and said, “All right, what is this Rite of Luwreni?”

Aurae sighed, and said, “As we said, Mimdros is the Divine of War and Fertility, the Defender of the People and Conqueror of their Foes. As you might have guessed, many of His teachings have to do with War, the division of Spoils, and so on. Among those is the Rite of Luwreni, named after his consort in the religious texts.”

Nimue nodded. “You see, when Mimdros would return from war, he would celebrate his victory with his consorts, and encouraged his followers to do the same. As the god of Fertility, he would… ensure that the next generation was as strong and numerous as the last.”

I nodded slowly. “I think I’m beginning to get the picture. And I am going to guess that this is not just symbolic, something that is carried out to completion as thoroughly as possible.” The twins were blushing heavily at this point, clearly pretty embarrassed at having basically just propositioned me for a threesome with them. “I understand why a slave would traditionally seek out their Master for this, but why would you seek out your Commander?”

Aurae shuffled her feet, and said, “Because, if the seed takes, then the blood of one who is victorious in battle would make for a stronger addition to the People than that of one who has never known victory. It is supposed to be a good sign if a Communionist is with child following the Rite of Luwreni.”

“I see. Out of curiosity, what happens when the ‘Master’ or ‘Commander’ is a woman, or when the Commander and Subordinate are the same gender?” I wasn’t lying when I said I was curious, since it would be interesting to see how far this rabbit hole went.

Nimue looked glad to be talking about anything other than asking me to bang her and her sister. “Oh, that is simple enough. If the Commander is a woman and the subordinate is male, they might still perform the Rite, though the dominant party shifts. If they are the same gender, then if they have no consort, they may find one of their peers who was in battle instead, or, if all else fails, they might find one amongst the population that they protected or conquered to perform the rite with. But first they must have approached and been denied by better candidates. Amongst Communionists, it is an honor to participate in the Rite.”

Makes sense, I guess. Most religions that aren’t insanely repressed have traditions like that. “So, are there certain forms to follow, or ceremony to do?”

Aurae shook her head, though she was trying to look me in the eye, instead of looking at the parts of my body that were moving outside my control. “There is some preparation on the part of the Communionist’s part, but we already went through that, while we were waiting for you to… return. Now all you need to do is ‘conquer’ us.”

I nodded once. “I see. And you both wish to do this with me?”

The two knelfi women looked at eachother, and then nodded. Nimue responded, “Yes, Master. The truth of your ‘heritage’ is… off-putting, but you have been good to us, and could have taken us any time you wished. After leading us into battle, this is only right, even if the sight of your flesh doing those… things is disconcerting.”

Well, I wasn’t going to get a better offer than that. Stepping forward, I cut off anything further Nimue was going to say by sealing her lips with mine. She was surprised, at first, but then relaxed into my arm. Without thinking about it, I reached out for Aurae, to draw her into the embrace as well, and I heard a small shriek of surprise, causing me to break the kiss, only to see that my arm had become a tentacle, and had wrapped the captain around her waist, bringing her to us. Guess I lost control for a bit there.

Of course, I’d be lying if I said I’d never dreamed of being the tentacle monster in a hentai before, because let’s face it, any guy who has watched hentai has probably thought that, at some point or another. So instead of fighting it, I went the other way, and dove in, letting flesh become more fluidic, as more tentacles grew from my body, and began stripping the twin sisters. Turned out they were indeed perfectly identical, except that Nimue had shorter hair. They even tasted almost the same.

The women tried to get away, but by then I had tossed both of them to the bed, with smaller tentacles binding their wrists together behind their backs, and others forcing their legs apart, spreading them open for my viewing pleasure. I slipped a tentacle into their mouths, both to reduce the sound they made, and to get a bit of lubrication going. Small, thin tentacles snaked about their bodies, gently squeezing their breasts and stimulating their nipples, while another concentrated on repeatedly flicking the little button between their legs, causing screams to become moans.

I hit them both with Mindread, so I knew just where to aim for ‘critical hits’, when to speed up or go slower, when to go hard and when to be gentle, constantly changing the rhythm of the ‘battle’ in ways I hadn’t even considered before. Eventually, though, things came to a head, and I found myself once more in my ‘normal’ form, though still dealing with the occasional ‘writhing’, and two very satisfied Knelfi women lying on either side of me in the captain’s bed. Now that I was out of ‘combat’, I decided to check the notifications I had been getting.

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