Chapter 394: *Final Comforts - Part 3*
Amarena thrilled to not only feel, but to see Kassin’s progress into girlhood. Kir’s mana had put her on the edge of evolving - which foxkin did by growing more tails - and so when he suggested she push him over the edge, she’d turned their lovemaking into a meditation for concentrating mana in her seed.
And now, scared as she was, Kassin’s mind was filled with curiosity and wonder at Amarena’s lust. How it would feel inside her.
This bond we share is so wonderful... Amarena thought to herself, still amazed that it could take a sheltered, selfish brat like she’d assumed Kassin to be and pull the stick out of her once-princely ass.
Not that she wasn’t going to put her stick inside to replace it.
She started by letting Kir take the lead. He was better at all the gentle stuff that she was, after all.
He kissed Kassin long, slow, and deep. Retracting his claws, he gently probed two of his massive fingers into Kassin’s ass. A shallow treatment, widening Kassin as he distracted her with kisses and the firmness of his manly body against her softened one.
Amarena wondered if she could pull off putting mana into her seed again as she waited and stroked herself. But as soon as she had the idea she received a gentle caution from Kordia, who was making out with Lapins as they rubbed each others breasts.
"Let Kassin settle into her new body... two tails in as many days will probably leave her exhausted as soon as she settles down." The warning came with a sense of memory. Kordia’s own post-evolutionary malaise, which she’d managed to hide from Kir and Rainier, not wanting them to think that they’d harmed her by helping her evolve.
Kordia’s little twinge of guilt aside, Amarena was thrilled to help Kassin come into her own. She was going to make sure the princess knew that it wasn’t what was between her legs that made her a girl, but her own thoughts, feelings, and desires.
It felt right. It felt just, to bring the true self out of someone who would be expected to hold the reins of power for a people. For if Kassin lived a life of lying to herself, she might wind up like Amarena herself had been... Bitter. Aimless. Strong but brittle.
Untempered, Kassin’s envy would have unmade her eventually.