Laguz Touch

TITLE: Laguz Touch
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Jill/Lethe


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Jill sat on the stone floor of her room in Mainal Cathedral and polished her armour. Strangely, her armour bore several symbols and insignia she didn't really recognise, but it was definitely her armour. And because the room was otherwise totally empty, Jill had nothing better to do than polish it until she could see her face in it. Which she already could, even with her eyes closed.

Jill stood up when she could hear rustling coming from the forest. Before long, Lethe emerged from the trees, her orange tail swinging lazily from side to side. The half-breed was smiling vaguely, although what amused her so Jill couldn't say.

Jill swallowed hard and tried to steady her suddenly rapidly beating heart. "So, what brings you here?" she asked, only half convinced that her voice wasn't trembling.

"You," the beautifully disgusting sub-human purred.

"Oh," said Jill, her mind incapable of forming much in the way of sentences because it was too busy admiring the filthy half-breed.

"I don't like iron," Lethe said, tapping Jill's armour with a finger. "Best get rid of it."

Lethe grabbed Jill's red armour and tore it from her body, scraps of it flying into the air and then floating slowly to the ground like scraps of paper.

The sub-human looked at Jill's much too human naked body.

"Much better."

"You think so?"

Jill kept staring straight at the trees ahead as Lethe wandered casually past her and behind her, her purple eyes inexplicable fixed on the wyvern rider's body.

"Oh yes."

Lethe emerged into Jill's view again and now she was without clothes as well, her naked body a mockery of the grace Jill could never hope to achieve.

"But it's still missing something."

The sub-human stepped closer to Jill until their breasts were pressing together. Jill tried to appear calm, but knew she was failing. The dirty half-breed's beauty had her mesmerised and the sinful feel of her flesh caused a heat to spread throughout her body. Jill was certainly Lethe could see, feel, hear and smell every little sign of her traitorous arousal and for some reason she really didn't mind.

And then Lethe kissed her.

It wasn't what Jill had been expecting. The sub-human's lips were soft and tender and wonderful. No murderous animal was allowed to be able to kiss like that. No filthy half-breed should be able to make her feel so safe and loved.

Jill put her arms around Lethe and pulled her closer, deepening their kiss. She could feel Lethe's arms wrapping around her back and her tail snaking around her waist. Lethe's tongue sought out Jill's and the wyvern rider accepted it happily, even eagerly.

Jill didn't know how long the sub-human kissed her and she kissed the laguz and didn't care. When Lethe's lips departed from hers all she cared about was feeling them again.

Lethe smiled gently, her purple eyes glittering.

"Good."

Lethe put her hands on Jill's shoulders and slowly turned her around so that she was facing the wall-sized mirror. Jill gasped at the sight of her own face. Four lines the colour of her hair were on the edge of her face, two on each side. Her ears had vanished as well, replaced by the two red cat-like ones poking out of her hair. Her new ears twitched a few times.

"What...?"

"Oh, that's not all," Lethe said.

Jill trembled as she felt Lethe's finger travelling down her spine until it reached...

Jill inhaled sharply and saw in the mirror how Lethe took her long, slender red tail in her hand and put it around Jill's waist.

"I'm..." Jill hesitated, unsure what words should follow. She settled for, "like you?"

"Hmm," said Lethe, placing her head on Jill's shoulder and nuzzling her neck. "Isn't that what you want?"

"No," Jill whispered.

"No? But it allows you to be with me," Lethe purred. "Isn't that what you want?"

... yes...

Jill turned around again and embraced Lethe once more, pulling the laguz in for a kiss. As she once again enjoyed the feeling of her lips, it struck her that she had also wrapped her tail around Lethe without even noticing it. It just felt so... natural.

Other things struck Jill as well. The sound of Lethe's breathing as they kissed, the feel of Lethe's naked skin against her own, the smell of Lethe's hair mingling with the smell of the laguz' growing arousal. Sensations only dimly percieved before now seared through Jill in all their vivid detail. Lethe filled her every sense and Jill couldn't quite remember a time when she hadn't.

Lethe's lips departed Jill's and she travelled down. Smiling almost teasingly, Lethe's tongue poked out of her mouth and licked the curve of Jill's right breast. Jill moaned softly, shuddering with at the surprising intensity of the feeling. Lethe leaned back a little and took Jill's breasts in her hands, idly playing with them. Jill closed her eyes, soft moans escaping from her lips, and saw Lethe take one of her nipples between two of her fingers. She tweaked and teased the little nub, making Jill gasp with lust and delight.

Someone purred and Jill didn't know who it was as Lethe went lower, trailing kisses from her breasts, down her stomach, around her navel. Jill sat down on the bed and spread her legs as Lethe's lips came closer to her glistening wetness.

Jill gasped when Lethe kissed her slit. Her lips explored Jill's folds with a tenderness that made Jill's body roar with fire. Jill leaned back, her hands gripping the sheets behind her, her hips thrust forward, offering herself to Lethe. She groaned with pleasure when Lethe's tongue leisurely licked her slit all the way up to her clit.

Moaning as Lethe teased her clit, Jill could feel pleasure filling her body as fur began to grow. Starting where Lethe was lapping at her, the red fur slowly travelled up her stomach and down her legs. Some part of her yelled at her that if she kept giving herself to Lethe she would forever be nothing but a despicable sub-human. The only way to save herself would be to leave Lethe, but the big flaw in that plan was that she would have to leave Lethe.

Jill mewed and moaned as Lethe lapped at her slit and drank her fluids. She hissed with pleasure when Lethe's tongue entered her and the hands gripping the sheets turned into paws. With Lethe's lips pressed against her slit and Lethe's tongue inside her bucking body, Jill knew it wouldn't last long before she was overcome. With fur approaching her face, Jill's scream of pleasure turned into a snarl of lust as she came to the tune of Lethe's dancing tongue.

Jill opened her eyes and found herself lying on the stone floor of her empty room in Mainal Cathedral. Still panting, her body still filled with traces of the orgasmic pleasure that had caused her to black out, Jill's eyes searched out Lethe. She was sitting nearby in cat form, looking at her with curious purple eyes. Jill closed her eyes and struggled up so that she was standing on her own four paws. Lethe stood up as well, her whole feline body speaking in a language Jill had never understood before.

Then the Gallian laguz turned and disappeared into the forest. Moments later, the Daein laguz followed her at a run.

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Jill opened her eyes and saw nothing. In the bunk above hers Marcia said "nrsfl" and tossed a little in her sleep. Jill inhaled deeply and carefully, then breathed out slowly.

She'd had the Dream again.

It hadn't always been the Dream. Shortly after she'd found herself in Begnion with her enemies it had been the Nightmare. But whatever she called it, it always played out the same way and she always woke up sweating and aroused as she had now.

It was absurd. Why did Lethe haunt her so? The sub-hu... the laguz hated her. And she hated it, as a proper Daein soldier should.

But... why? Why did she have to...

Because, she told herself, all half-breeds are mindless... murdero...

Jill couldn't complete the thought. The lie was just too big to fit inside her head.

Maybe she should talk to someone about it all. But the only one she could think of was a laguz who hated her.

Jill turned onto her side and closed her eyes. She could worry about that stuff tomorrow. Now she just needed to get some sleep.

As Jill slowly started to drift off again she idly wondered if she would have the Dream again.

She rather hoped she would.