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"And after she finished with that, she just... vanished. Off into the woods again, trailing evil laughter." The old man sighed, pointing a gnarled finger into the undergrowth of the forest edge. The younger of the two men rose from kneeling, a patch of grey, dusty soil scattering from between his fingers into a fine cloud of dust. He was tall and strong of body, with a somewhat angular but handsome face topped by short-cropped pale blond hair. His tanned body and muscles spoke of an adventurer's life, as did his suit of dark leather armor. A grayish cape fell to the ground behind him as he rose, covering the creaking leather lamellas. His pale blue eyes narrowed, and he studied the treeline, which loomed dark and ominous some paces away. Even in the searing midday sun the trees of the forest seemed menacing. "And you're sure it was a nymph?" the younger man asked. "Sure as night and day," the older man nodded. "Beautiful she was, but terrifying too. Dark hair, pale skin. No human or elf maid looks like that." The younger man looked back towards the large field next to the road where he stood with the hunched old man. The field, once rich in crops and fertile, was now a large patch of fine grayish dust. The blackened and decayed stalks of destroyed crops poked through the small dunes like the scorched bones of ancient animals. Yes, like all the other attacks this certainly seemed like the work of an enraged nymph of the unseelie kind. And yet... "Many thanks grandfather," the younger man said, fiddling with his coin purse and producing a few heavy coins which he deposited in the gnarled hands of the old man. "This won't replace your crops, but it will help until you can get back on your feet." "Thank you young sir," the old man said, shuddering as he pocketed the money as if he thought it might explode or change into cinders in his hands. "But young master, you cannot go in there after her. Fey who become angry with mortals are dangerous, and those woods are no place for an outsider." "So I've heard," the younger man nodded. "Some brave but foolish souls who went in here never came out. Others came out mad, or wounded, or..." "I understand, grandfather. I'm no stranger to the perils of the wild." "...and it doesn't help that you're Pervician either," the old man nodded. Seeing his arguments had little effect on the resolve of the younger man, he shrugged and turned to walk back to his horse. "No, it rarely does when the fair folk are involved," the young ranger nodded, and then set off quickly into the undergrowth, running as fast as a normal man would on open ground. *** Jonahl sat down on a log in the small clearing her had just secured. He was still on the very fringe of the area of the Great Forest known as the Nymphwood, and had hesitated before going to deep. The young ranger had been tracking the attacks of this supposed dark nymph for a few weeks now, ever since they had begun affecting the outlying villages outside the Great Forest proper. Crops had been ravaged, cattle slain, settlers, farmers and loggers scared, and there had been attacks... and deaths. Despite being far from home, Jonahl could not sit idly by and watch good folk get terrorized in such a manner. It was very rare for unseelie fey to journey beyond their chosen forest homes, and it was even more unusual for one to let mortals get good looks at her as she worked her dark craft. Things weren't adding up, and Jonahl was now determined to find out why. Jonahl had begun tracking the creature, always arriving too late and in the wake of another disaster. He had begun to see a pattern, however, and had come to suspect that the creature, whoever and whatever she was, had a lair of some kind in the ill-reputed Feydark, an exceptionally thick, ancient and haunt part of the Great Forest. The trails at each attacked village seemed to return to the same rough area, and Jonahl was now finally sure that if he went there and waited, he would find his prey. But that plan in itself proved to create even more complications. The fey creatures of the Great Forest did not look kindly on mortals who strayed from the established paths, much less waded deep into the Nymphwood and Feydark. And Jonahl's Pervician heritage worked against him as well, since elves and fey both disliked his people, whom they saw as rowdy and uncouth. He had begun to fear that if he went through with his plan he would never reach the dark nymph's lair before he was felled by spells or charmed into oblivion by nymphs, sprites or pixies guarding their domain. Jonahl had begun to make a different plan when he heard of something which gave him an idea. A mad, far-fetched idea, but a good one at the core. A traveling mage was passing through the area heading for Silverglade, and this woman was a specialist in magical disguises and costumes. Jonahl had not question where and why the mage had mastered such odd skills, but she did seem competent enough at her craft. While she was not stopping to make any sales (merely resting for the night), Jonahl had caught up with the woman in a town bordering the forest and explained the situation. To his relief, the mage had believed his story and agreed that such a reign of terror should be stopped. She had also seemed to quickly formulate a plan that would allow Jonahl to pass freely through the Nymphwood and Feydark, utilizing her own skills at magical disguises. The ranger had expected that the mage might suggest changing him into an elf in appearance, or perhaps give him a charm to allow him to take animal form for brief periods, but the lady mage had a much different, and more... extreme... plan. Jonahl forcefully ended his reminiscing. Night was falling quickly over his improvised campsite, and the small campfire had set did little to drive away the lengthening shadows cast by the gnarled tree surrounding him. He thought he heard a trail of otherworldly song somewhere far distant, carried to him on the evening breeze, and the ranger felt an involuntary chill run down his spine. There was no more time for delay or hesitation. His duty was to protect the innocents by removing the threat, and he was willing to do whatever it would take to do so. With a forceful shove, he put his backpack down on the ground and opened the straps holding it shut. Digging around, he produced a soft package wrapped in silk cloth, and carefully set it aside. The mage had instructed him very carefully in the procedure he would need to assume his disguise, and now was the time. The young Pervician removed his traveling cloak and kicked off his boots, feeling some relief at the feel of the somewhat moist soil under his feet. He began quickly and surely remove, unbuckle and loosen his armor, stripping off each piece and folding it up in a neat pile. Soon he was all but nude, his taut body revealing the scars of a life spent in the wilderness and in combat. He removed his garments and quickly opened the package he had purchased from the mage. Unfolding it, the ranger saw a carefully folded flesh-colored pile on top, covering a thick stack of folded-up fabric and leather. He picked the flesh-colored object up and shook it out in his hands, holding it up in front of him. It was the empty, floppy skin of a young woman which fluttered gently in the breeze. Despite the mage assuring him that these "suits" were fully harmless and not made from real skin, it was unnerving just holding it. It felt smooth and soft, and almost a bit warm to the touch. The girl's fine features, mop of blonde hair, fair skin and every tiny detail was perfectly replicated on the skin, down to fine downy hair on her skin and individual eyelashes. Jonahl had no idea how such a suit may be created, nor did he think he wanted to. All he knew is that the mage had assured him that with this disguise he would be able to follow his quarry and defeat it, and that was worth swallowing his pride and misgivings over. Jonahl slid his leanly muscular leg into the empty one of the suit, shuddering a little as he felt the warm, clammy inside of the disguise against his skin. The large seam in the back allowed him easy access, and the outfit stretched impossibly wide, far beyond where he thought it would rip. Sliding his other leg in, Jonahl felt the disguise contract around him. It was much smaller than him, and part of him still doubted this would work. He shimmied the hips of the suit up over his own, tucking his manhood between his legs as he went. There was something oddly appealing about the suit, and the ranger was suddenly curious to see the disguise finished. He pulled the slender waist of the skin over his own, feeling himself contract forcefully as he did, then pulled the empty glove-like arms over his own, marveling at the dainty but still strong hands of the suit. He arranged the chest over his own, gasping as the empty breast-sacs inflated into a pair of small but shapely mammaries. Touching them suddenly sent a surge of arousing pleasure through the body of the disguised ranger, and he had to forcefully tear his hands away. Suddenly feeling self-conscious as he heard the evening call of a bird, Jonahl straightened out the empty head of the suit, and slid his own face into it. He knew it was impossible for his strong- jawed, masculine features to fit inside the cute feminine ones hinted by the mask, and yet somehow they did. Reaching behind himself, Jonahl grabbed the pull of the seam at his disguised rump and tugged it upwards, past several unsightly scars. It was an incredible feeling of shrinking, compression and filling out at once. A shudder of pleasure rushed through Jonahl from his changing groin, causing him to moan and fall to his knees in the cool dirt. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the glade much clearer. At first wondering if someone might have brought a lantern, he suddenly realized his vision had become more sensitive. And then he realized the sensation of being encased in a weird, rubbery suit had also vanished, and all he could feel was the evening breeze caressing his bare skin. Reaching up to feel his face he felt smooth skin under his fingers, and a mass of neck- length silky hair. The calls of distant birds echoed much clearer in his ears, and a quick touch confirmed they were now gently pointed. Rising somewhat unsteadily to his feet, Jonahl walked over to extract a polished steel mirror from his pack, and walking over to the campfire, looked in. Ciel Ravenswood, half-elven champion of the land and friend of fey creatures everywhere stared back at him through lovely deep green eyes. Jonahl bit his lower lip a bit as the cool breeze swept over his new- found breasts. He... no... she wobbled a bit as she got used to her new center of gravity, being much shorter after the transformative disguise had done its work. Quickly making sure the tab of the suit was well hidden at the nape of her neck, under her hair, Jonahl unpacked the matching clothes the mage had provided. Quickly she got dressed, hoping the temptation to explore her new body would subside if she covered up. Getting dressed in Ciel's practical but attractive outfit, Jonahl was soon dressed in soft green pants with a matching top leaving her midriff bare, soft tall leather boots and a matching set of belts and straps to hold her equipment. While working, the ranger mentally rehearsed her new role, knowing that was she confronted by any of the inhabitants of the Great Forest then it was imperative she act and speak like Ciel Ravenswood, not like Jonahl Silvermarsh. Jonahl had never had any desire to be a woman before, but being one now so quickly and painlessly she quite liked it. She completed her disguise with a long brownish-green ranger's cloak, complete with hood. "Greetings, sisters. I am Ciel Ravenswood, at your service," the blonde half-elf said and curtseyed briefly. Picking up the mirror again and offering it at first a weak smile, then a somewhat more confident one, the new Ciel felt her initial anxiety over the disguise begin to die down. She still felt slightly aroused, likely a side effect of the costume, but felt much more comfortable being such a small, slender girl. The real Ciel was of course a grand hero, and her stature had little bearing on her deeds or reputation, but to the once- tall man now concealed in her flesh it was a big change. Fortunately Ciel was very well-known and liked among the fey folk, as the daughter of the queen of the forest which shared her surname, Ravenswood. The false Ciel realized how wise the mage had been to offer this disguise rather than a generic elf or a nymph. If changing into a woman was this heady and arousing, Ciel feared to consider what changing into a nymph would be like. And making up a full identity for a previously unseen elf would be much harder to pull off instead of relying on the real Ciel's reputation. Smiling confidently now, Ciel gathered up Jonahl's clothes and armor and hid it within her pack of holding, then cleaned the campsite of anything that might indicate what had occurred. Content and quite tired, the half- elf girl smiled and she kicked her boots off and slid under her blankets for a night's rest, her sword resting near her hand. *** The following few days passed quickly. Ciel found herself settle into her disguise much faster than she'd expected, especially with the sex change in consideration. Of course, having a definite goal in mind and continuing on the hunt relentlessly helped, as it took her focus away from her own change. Just as Jonahl had feared, the false Ciel ran into a nymph on the second day into the Nymphswood. Quickly realizing she was not the one who had caused the damage, Ciel had introduced herself, and seemed to be quickly believed and even welcomed. The nymph had listened to the curt questions the half-elf had asked and offered up a few tidbits of information. Yes, she knew there was a dark, malevolent force dwelling within the Feydark. Yes, it was the same being that ravaged the outlying farms and villages. No, she did not know the identity or name of the being. The nymph, bubble-headed and flighty as most her kin, and finally let slip that she couldn't understand how an unseelie nymph had risen there without any of the existing nymphs knowing about it. None of them had been corrupted to darkness, so the menace must have come from elsewhere. Ciel thanked the nymph, who giggled and bid the great heroine farewell. Feeling a deep sense of relief and gratitude towards the prescient mage, Ciel had continued her hunt. On the fourth day she once again arrived at a ravaged farmstead, this one from an attack a few weeks old. The farmers, a hardy pair who were even now stubbornly rebuilding their shattered home, had told the same story. A dark, beautiful and malicious fey woman had emerged, taunting and challenging them as she despoiled their crops, slew their livestock and finally set their house on fire. The mysterious female had proven immune to a direct chop by the farmer's old woodaxe, and had merely laughed at the attack. Thanking the couple before continuing, Ciel felt reassured by the weight of the magic sword inside the scabbard on her hip, as well as the several magical arrows stored in a quiver on her back. They had overcome such resilient magical beings before, and hopefully would again. The following days were spent on the hunt, but also gathering more information in the small villages and towns arranged around the safe roads around and through the Nymphswood. She spent a few nights in proper inns, relishing a warm bath and a soft bed over the simplicity of outdoor life, and talking to villagers and travelers. A few times during these visits, Ciel felt as if she was being watched, or followed. But despite her sharp ranger instincts she was unable to find any trace or glimpse of such a pursuer, if they even existed. She decided she might be getting tense after being on the hunt for so long, but still did not let her guard down. A new week arrived and she returned to the forest, now plunging back towards the Feydark. She had arranged dots representing the attacks she had gathered information about, and they were all arranged in a vague cluster, more intense the closer to a certain area of the Feydark they got. It was there she felt she would find her answer, and her quarry. Ciel began down the dirt road leading from the village where she had spent the previous night, when she stopped at the sound of someone running behind her. As she turned, there was a call. "Lady Ravenswood? Please wait." A woman was running up the path in the practiced manner of someone who, like the false Ciel, spent her entire life outdoors. Ciel found herself staring a little, despite herself, and felt a warm blush spread across her cheeks. The other woman was taller and much more shapely than Ciel herself, standing well over six feet. She had slightly dusky skin which hinted at a trace of foreign blood, but her face was attractive and pretty, with very dark brown eyes. She had long black hair which was arranged in several braids and a ponytail to keep it manageable and away from her face, and it bobbed attractively behind her as she jogged towards Ciel down the dirt path. She was fit, but just slightly curvy, with nice hips and a well-shaped bosom. The woman wore a suit of black leather armor, held together by dull steel studs, with two scabbards hanging from her belt, a hand crossbow and small quarrel filled with bolts and a dagger sheath showing that she was not some lost noble girl. The armor had a few very subtle cuts that enhanced her appearance, revealing some skin on her thighs below her hips and a little bit of cleavage, as well as a couple of bare strips on her arms. Appearing not to be winded at all, the woman stopped and bowed deeply before Ciel. "Lady Ravenswood. My name is Dela Nezir. I was signing on to guard a caravan departing for Silverglade, but then I heard the rumors that you were in the area, hunting for the dangerous creature which has ravaged the land." The woman's voice was pleasantly soft, if a bit restrained. "You are correct, lady Nezir. May I ask why you deviated from your plans?" Ciel spoke with a hint of amusement to her voice, as she suspected the real Ciel would. "Forgive my presumption, lady. I am aware that a champion such as you will easily be able to handle the matter. But I... am curious. I have heard stories of your deeds, and I would like to aid you, if you will allow me. I am a tracker and hunter of some modest skill myself, and perhaps an extra pair of eyes might come in handy." The woman sounded a bit uncertain, as if she was already sure that Ciel would turn her away. "Offering me your esteemed company, are you lady Nezir?" Ciel giggled. Somewhere deep inside her, her Jonahl self was very intrigued by the prospect of letting this woman travel with her. She tapped her chin as if thinking. "Well, you're right about an extra pair of eyes being useful. I'll have to warn you, though. I'm hunting what seems like a dark nymph, and a monster like that is immune to most common weapons. It might get very dangerous." "I understand this," Dela nodded, rising from the road, "but I am sure some cunning and wit will help as well. Will you... let me accompany you?" She sounded hopeful. "Sure. Why not?" Ciel smiled, feeling a flutter in her stomach as Dela's expression changed to one of relief. "Just don't drag me down, okay?" "I promise you I will not," Dela nodded. "Thank you, milady." "Please, just call me Ciel." Her heart still excited at the closeness of the beautiful adventurer, Ciel started down the dirt road towards the Feydark again, suddenly feeling as if the path was much easier to walk. *** Traveling with Dela proved to be a mixed blessing at first. The woman was obviously skilled, probably just as skilled as Jonahl was, and thus very handy to have around. The problem was that Ciel Ravenswood was supposed to be a legendary hero, and thus her imposter felt constantly driven to outdo herself to not arouse any suspicion in her traveling companion. This led to something of an unspoken rivalry between the two women, although a very friendly one. They would each rush to find the clearest tracks, the subtlest hints and clues that their quarry had passed, and the best campsites for the night. Still, it was not unpleasant in the slightest, and Ciel freely admitted that it was much nicer having Dela's fair countenance to look on than to go alone with only animals for company. The pair quickly penetrated deeper into the forest, finding unmistakable traces that their elusive prey had visited the area, but as they did, Ciel began to feel some tension and perhaps even regret agreeing to Dela's presence. Any misgivings Ciel may have had that this woman meant her harm was quickly dissipated as well, although the fake half-elf would never fully let her guard down. But downside to Dela's presence started to creep in rather soon into their shared journey. It was getting increasingly hard for Ciel to properly conceal the glances she cast after the attractive adventurer now and then. She did her best to pretend it was just regular looks, but the half-elf was sure by the burning of her cheeks and tickling feeling in her muscles that her fascination was on full display. This was not made easier by spending a lot of time very close to the woman, as the two came to depend on each other for support and safety while hunting, tracking and camping. There were no more lonely moments where Ciel could relax and just be Jonahl for a moment, and that added to the tension. Further, sometimes the false Ciel was convinced her act had slipped, such as when they greeted and spoke with an elven patrol who all showed much respect and overtly flowery appellations of respect towards Ciel. She was sure the real Ciel would have been able to respond in kind, and while the elven soldiers did not seem to have noticed anything, Ciel wondered if Dela had. That same evening, now deep on a mostly forgotten trail in the Feydark, with large oak trees looming ominously above them, Dela and Ciel crept along the forest floor towards their goal. They were getting close, as the soldiers had pointed them towards a farmstead which had been wrecked some time ago, presumably one of the earliest attacks. Apart from the wind rustling the oak leaves, the only sound the two could hear as they continued were the distant hootings of owls and other night birds, and the occasional scuffle as some animal dashed off to safety. Dela once again proved her mastery of the wild as she moved just as silent as Ciel did, holding her hooded lantern for some illumination. Ciel, whose disguise had conferred excellent night vision, did not need the extra light source but did not complain. Ciel turned to whisper something to her companion and that's when the attack came. The sounds of night animals around them had suddenly hushed, and the half-elf was just about to comment on it when a series of thin roots tore themselves from the forest floor and wrapped themselves around Ciel's legs. Dela cursed and rushed for her, but a heavy, jagged rock struck the ground in front of her, followed by another. Had her reflexes been slower, she would have been struck dead on. The human woman was forced to dodge as a high-pitched laughter filled the forest. A pale shape materialized from the darkness of the trees, a curvaceous female with very pale skin, a cascade of midnight-black hair which melted into the shadows of the forest, pointed ears and a very beautiful but also very cruel face. The woman gestured, and more stones launched at Ciel and Dela. Ciel slipped out of the roots after slashing a few in two with her slender sword, then dodged and rolled as a beam volley of rocks struck the spot where she had been standing. She dashed behind a large oak tree, starting to move around the woman's field of vision. Meanwhile Dela had ducked and rolled, grabbing a tree branch to launch herself at the woman, but a wall of dense thorns had materialized in front of her and she was forced to pull back at the last moment or impale herself on it. Ciel dashed from behind the large oak to the shade of another, hearing their opponent's laugh. As she left the smaller tree, her instincts screamed and she backpedalled, halting just as a dark bolt struck the ground in front of her, leaving a smell of ozone in the air. The leaves, shrubs and herbs in front of Ciel withered and died, quickly decaying in front of her eyes. As she cast a quick look to her side, she saw the cruel, lovely face of the nymph (for that was what she must be) stare straight at her, raising her pale arms and pointing. Ciel felt her heart almost stop, and scrambled to leap back behind the smaller oak. There was a roar from behind the fey, and the wall of thorns shuddered and balked as a pair of long, curved swords made short work of it. Dela slashed her way through the barrier, barreling at the nymph as she cleared the last of the jagged vines. The creature turned to face the human, the crackling dark energy of the spell she had prepared for Ciel now aimed straight at Dela. Ciel, barely behind the tree, reacted on a whim again. Jumping back out, working faster than she ever had in her life, whipped her short bow from its sheath and pulled an arrow from her quiver with the other hand. Nocking it and aiming, hoping by all the gods she had taken one of the correct ones, she let it fly at the pale back of the nymph. The arrow struck home. The fey's triumphant laugh changed into a wail of agony as the silvered shaft of the arrow burrowed deep into her pale flesh, releasing a trickle of black blood. Clawing at the arrow, the creature was then forced to fend off a series of blinding slashes from Dela, which drove the nymph back. Wounded and cornered, the creature wailed again and released the corrupting spell wildly, forcing Dela to jump back or have her flesh charred like the forest floor. Ciel's second arrow thudded into a tree as the nymph melted into the darkness and vanished, likely through some further forest magic. "Are you hurt?" Ciel rushed to Dela's side, praying quietly none of the evil fey's spells had struck home. "No... well nothing I cannot fix," Dela said in her usual, tight-lipped fashion, straightening up and surveying the few cuts and bruises she'd suffered from thorns and rocks. "Let me see..." Ciel said softly, and Dela reluctantly held out her arm for the ranger. Ciel sheathed her bow and whipped out some simple herbal remedies from a pouch. Daubing a wad of clean cloth, she quickly cleaned Dela's wound with a natural disinfectant. Neither of the women had wounds which were more than nuisances, which Ciel thought was lucky because she had no idea what might happen if the magical skin she wore was heavily damaged. "We must be getting close," Dela said as the two re-gathered their scattered items. "Probably, since she left her lair to go meet us. I don't think she'll be back tonight, though. That arrow I put in her was pretty well-placed. A few inches more and I would have pierced her black heart." "Would that even be enough?" Dela asked, and Ciel just shrugged. "We need to make camp. Even if we're close. There was something odd about that nymph, and for some reason I feel she dislikes daylight. All her attacks have been at dusk or at night. If we close in on her lair during day we'll have her trapped. And some of the spells she used..." Ciel trailed off as the two hiked a bit off the path, down towards a small stream they'd spotted earlier. "What about it? I was too busy dodging it to analyze," Dela said as she prepared the campsite. "Something's off. And I mean in general. It's bothered me for some time, that this creature only attacks farms in specific. From all lore I've been able to find, unseelie nymphs hate everything beautiful in nature, not specifically humans and elves who try to make a living off it. It seems too calculated and precise." "Too much like she is acting on a plan?" Dela asked as she lit the campfire. "Exactly. And some of the spells she used... I'm wondering if she is all she appears to be." Ciel thought she saw Dela move a little, and felt the human woman's eyes bore into her. "I guess that could be true," Dela said, but did not comment further. The two prepared their camp without much further discussion. They had a quick and predictably dull supper, then divided guard shifts. Ciel did notice that Dela moved a little stiffly, but she didn't think too much of it until the human woman prepared to sleep. Ciel's eyes bulged from their sockets as Dela began undressing, slowly revealing her fit, supple body. "Um. Dela? Are you sure that's... uh... wise?" Ciel stammered and suddenly felt her face become very hot in the cool evening air. "Hmm?" the other woman said, turning around. She was already topless, with only her long dark hair covering her fit upper body. "If the nymph comes back. And why are you... uh..." "There was some kind of powder in some spores she made appear at my feet. I avoided most of them, but I think I need to air the rest out of my armor. It itches." "Oh. Alright." Ciel swallowed. "Besides. She won't attack again tonight, you said so yourself. You wounded her." "True. True. Well then... I..." "Lady Ravenswood? Am I embarrassing you?" Dela asked with some concern in her voice. She had slipped out of her boots and leather leg armor, standing there with only a pair of thin underpants covering her femininity. "N-no. Of course not, Dela. You don't have anything I haven't seen bef-" Her sentence was broken off as she looked up. Dela had shed her final garment, standing there with her fit but still shapely body on full display, every little scar and detail clearly visible in the light. Ciel found herself staring for what seemed like an eternity, then averted her eyes again. "Pity," Dela said, walking closer to Ciel who suddenly felt like she was once more held fast by roots and couldn't move. "I had hoped that maybe your glances and meaningful looks meant something... more." "W-what glances?" Ciel found herself shrinking as the naked woman approached. The warmth of Dela's body radiated almost palpably onto her own bare skin, and she found herself looking up into the human woman's face. "Oh come on. I may be a scruffy adventurer who lives by her wits, but I know an affectionate glance when I see one. I hoped you liked me." Dela offered a smile, which made Ciel feel weak-kneed, especially since the other woman smiled so rarely. "I... admit I do... find you very appealing." Ciel swallowed, feeling the heat on her face now spreading across her loins as well. "I am glad." Dela smiled, and took Ciel's hands in her own. "I feel the same. Perhaps it is just the fact that I am on a quest with one of the most famous adventurers in all the lands, but I feel a very deep affection to you as well. But I understand it could never be fully mutual, with your obligations and reputation." "Don't... say that. Please, I..." Ciel struggled for words. Deep within her different sides were warring for control, some guiding her towards caution and others towards seizing the moment she had wanted in secret for so long. "Hm?" Ciel did not respond except by leaning forward and pulling Dela into a deep kiss. The war within her ended with the impulsive side quickly and decisively silencing all opposition. To her total relief, Dela quickly reciprocated, their lips locking deeply and passionately. Idly wondering how the real Ciel Ravenswood would have handled this situation, Ciel began stripping out of her armor and clothes as well, and soon Dela's hands were helping her shedding her garments. Soon her smaller body was pressing up close to Dela's, feeling the muscles move underneath the human woman's skin as they kissed and embraced passionately, all the pent up passion of their unspoken attraction released. Slowly they lowered themselves to the ground, crawling onto Dela's bedroll as the human woman directed Ciel to lay back and spread her legs. Dela then crawled down and began expertly eating her out, her tongue tickling Ciel's femininity and causing the half-elf's world to vanish in a red haze of passion. Moaning loudly, Ciel found her breathing become quick and ragged as she was stimulated, sweating profusely as she grabbed the bedroll for support. "Oh... Dela... D-del..." she moaned. Dela's stimulation soon built into a crescendo of pleasure, and Ciel experienced her first female orgasm as her slender body shuddered in ecstasy on the bedroll, large gobs of hot juice dribbling onto the fabric. Without needing to speak a word, Dela helped the weakened half- elf to switch positions, and soon Ciel was eating Dela's larger snatch out, hoping she was doing a good job on her first time. Grabbing Dela's thick thighs for support, Ciel thrust her small tongue in and out, working Dela's womanhood as well as she could and using Jonahl's experience with seduction to finish the job. To her relief, Dela shuddered in a deep, moaning orgasm soon enough, causing Ciel to nearly lose control herself. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this, and the kinky thrill was making her even hornier. They kept going well into the night before both were forced to admit that they needed some rest before dawn. *** Refreshed and with a new sense of energy, Ciel snuck through the undergrowth towards the suspected lair of their prey. They had determined that the most likely spot was a large cave in a cliffside which seemed shunned by wild animals despite a pure spring from the cliff face forming a small waterfall which emptied into a small stream. By Ciel's calculations they were now very deep within the forest, roughly at a point which was in the center of the large area where the attacks and killings had occurred. Dela followed her, one sword already at the ready. The sunlight trickled down sparsely between the heavy oak canopy, and the pair stayed away from dry branches and leaves as much as possible. They hadn't spoken much since last night, just cast warm glances at each other and let their hands briefly lock. Ciel felt a pang of guilt, however. After waking from a deep, dream- filled slumber during Dela's watch shift, she realized that the doubtful voices within her had returned, even stronger. She felt bad for tricking Dela, for effectively pretending to be someone Dela admired and seducing her. Jonahl had always been honest and straightforward, and this just felt wrong. Dela, on her side, seemed perfectly happy, and even smiled a bit more than usual as the two crept forward. Ciel pushed her doubts aside for now and clenched the hard wood of her bow tighter as she darted out of the cover of the trees into the glen surrounding the cliff. As they crept closer, following the stream along the cliffside, the sharp hearing of Ciel picked up a faint muttering. Nodding her head towards the cave, Ciel led Dela onwards, both women now more tense than before. As they neared the cave mouth, Ciel noted the faint flickering of light from within, and the sound was definitely coming from the opening. Much wider and taller than a man, it seemed like an ideal hiding place, but the mutterings and occasional audible word were not those of a nymph. Ciel felt her earlier convictions mount. Nocking an arrow, she nodded to Dela who drew both swords. With remarkable synchronity, they rushed out around the corner and into the cave, weapons drawn to face whatever was inside. Ciel froze at what she saw. The cave had clearly been inhabited for a long time, evidenced by the comfortable sleeping corner, large chest and mountings in the wall for a large lamp. There was a cooking spot as well, and even some animal pelts strewn about. However it was not a nymph that faced them, sitting hunched over with a pale object clenched in its hands, but an elf male. He has scruffy and wild-eyed, with long unkempt hair and nails, his once fair skin covered in dirt and grime. He looked up in wonder, then wide-eyed fear, but before he turned fully towards them Ciel had spotted a large wound, heavily bandaged, in his shoulder. And as the elf turned, her suspicions were solidly confirmed. The elf was clutching the empty, pale, perfect skin of the dark nymph that had attacked them the night before, the scourge of the Feydark, almost torn apart where an arrow had pierced it. "Not a nymph at all then," Ciel said smugly, aiming her arrow at the elf's heart. "It doesn't seem like it," Dela said, circling the cave to get closer without obscuring the shot. "Damn you," the elf snarled. "Damn you half-breed whore and your mortal cow of a friend! So close! I was so close to finishing this!" "Uhuh," Ciel said, "pity I'm such a good shot, huh? I guess you had to take it off and try and repair it?" "Curse you," the elf muttered, "curse you! How did you... how -could- you know?" "Little things. Too methodical in your attacks. Too driven to attack settlers and farmers. And you used druid spells against us yesterday night, that pretty much cinched it." Dela approached the man from the rear and without much effort pulled his hands behind his back, locking them fast. The elf seemed to have become listless and sullen, no longer even interested in a fight. "Filthy creatures, soiling the land. Plaguing this great forest with their foul stench and their ugly homes!" the captive growled. "I was going to burn them all! Drive them out like you smoke out bees from a tree!" "And you're... some kind of druid, right? And you were afraid that if you did it yourself then it would just lead to warfare between elves and humans. Instead everyone would blame a crazy dark nymph as a sign that nature itself was protesting." "Ruining and burning even more of this precious forest, war would," the elf muttered sadly, his head drooping. "I am afraid we will have to stop your plans here, however," Dela said as she secured the elf with a pair of manacles she had produced from her pack. "Curse you... curse you... you ruined everything." "No, I think we just saved everything from disaster," Ciel said brightly. *** In a way Ciel was deeply relieved that the elf druid had surrendered rather than fight. She was already tense enough as it was, her mind spinning with thoughts. After gathering up the druid's belongings, Ciel and Dela dragged him back to the closest settlement, which turned out to be a small logging village. There they explained the whole thing thoroughly, showing the local magistrate the now-ruined nymph disguise. Soon the elf was firmly locked up and placed under guard, with the magistrate assuring the two adventurers that he would be fetched and transported to Silverglade for trial in a day or two at most. When asked what punishment they believed the druid would receive, the magistrate seemed unsure, so on a whim Ciel suggested that perhaps the authorities could make the man repay for what he had ruined by helping to rebuild it using his druidic powers, under close supervision and guard of course. The magistrate agreed that this sounded like a fair idea, as no human or elf lives had been lost so far, and Ciel left a written testimony including her suggestions to be presented at the trial. The celebration of the capture of the villain who had terrorized the entire area was quite rowdy, and both women found themselves cheered as heroes, despite their assurances that they needed no rewards. As they left the village the following day, now fully rested and fed, Ciel felt her stomach tighten. Her deep doubts about her deception had come to a head after the capture of the druid, and she had kept herself up all night, tossing and turning, trying to think of what to do. It was bad enough that she had now publically claimed to be Ciel Ravenswood, even leaving testimony under a false name, but the idea that she had lied to the woman she had fallen for was much much worse in her mind. It was like a seed of gnawing doubt which just wouldn't go away, regardless of what rational or mad reasoning she tried to employ against it. And so she came to a decision. A hard decision, but the only one she felt would give her peace. As they neared the fork in the road where they were to part, with Dela heading to Silverglade and Ciel returning south, the half-elf gritted her teeth, and before she could regret it, waved for her companion to half, and then led her off the track into the forest. Halting in a small, sunlit glade filled with flowers, Ciel turned to Dela, her small fists balled up tight. "Dela, I... I have a confession to make." She felt her face burn again, but this time not from arousal but from shame. "Oh?" Dela replied, looking cautiously confused. "I... have been lying to you. From the start." "How do you mean?" "I... I'm not Ciel Ravenswood," she blurted out, looking down. "I see," Dela said after what felt like an eternity of silence. "I had some suspicions, but I had assured myself they were just delusions." "I understand. And I'm sorry. I want you to understand, though, that everything other than that has been the truth. I... I do care for you. I didn't want to take advantage of you. It's been eating away at me ever since that night in the Feydark and I... I didn't want us to part like that." "It is... alright. Please, believe me. I... am a little sad that I have not been on an adventure with Ciel Ravenswood, but I believe what I have seen of you, beneath the pretense, was as noble." "Dela..." Ciel said, her voice close to breaking as she looked up at the other woman, tears in her eyes. She felt relief, immense relief at the quiet understanding. "Tell me something. Is there a Ciel Ravenswood, or was she merely a false identity you developed?" Dela asked inquisitively. "What? Oh. Of course there is a real one. She just isn't here." Ciel blinked to clear her eyes of an unbidden tear. "I just took her identity because my... kind... are not seen with favorable eyes here. I wanted to help, but I didn't know how, until a traveling mage helped with this disguise." "May I ask something of you?" Dela said, quietly. "Of course. Anything." "Could you show me who you really are, before we part?" The words bored into Ciel like arrows, but she was not entirely unprepared for the request. "Of course. Just... don't freak out, okay?" Ciel stood back and took a few deep breaths, before slowly beginning to undress. She placed her pack down, where she had carried Jonahl's clothes and armor unseen and unnoticed by anyone else. She slipped out of her top, letting her small but shapely breasts free in the warm air, and slid out of her pants and undergarments. She felt the gentle breeze on her smooth skin, and for a moment felt a pang of regret for what she was about to do. She had come to love being Ciel, and experiencing the world through her sharpened senses. But now was the time for honesty. Her slender fingers burrowed into the skin at the nape of her neck, massaging it until a nub emerged from deep within a fold. Tugging on it she pulled the hidden seam on her back open, causing Ciel Ravenswood to flop over empty, peeling off a taut, fit male body. Jonahl gasped the air, unused to the reduced hearing and fuzzier eyesight of a human after so long inside Ciel, but nonetheless finished the process, slipping out of Ciel's slender arms and legs, and letting his manhood emerge from the pocket where it had been tucked, free to stiffen in the warm air. Dela observed him with a fascinated expression, and did not flinch when it became obvious that "Ciel" had been a man all along. She studied his body and nodded quietly. For a moment he wanted to walk over to her and embrace her, and see if she felt the same about him as a man as she had for Ciel, but right now the cautious voices were dominant in his head, and Jonahl knew he would just mire himself deeper in trouble. Instead he began getting dressed, feeling more sure of himself as he covered in his familiar garments. Dela regarded him quietly, and he almost thought he saw a faint smile play over her lips as he carefully folded up Ciel's skin and clothes and hid them in his pack the way he had hidden his own. "I guess this is goodbye," Jonahl said, his words sounding terribly final. "I guess so," Dela nodded. "But I hope we'll see each other again. Someday." "My name is Jonahl Silvermarsh." He nodded, offering her a polite handshake, which she returned. "Then good travels, Jonahl. And know that I do not blame you. I saw something in you from the first time I spotted you in your disguise. It shone through your eyes, and you cannot disguise that. I believe you when you say your passion and nobility are your own." She gave him a smile, which made his heart flutter in a very familiar way. "Thank you. May the winds guide you well, Lady Nezir." "You as well, sir Silvermarsh." Jonahl felt as if the weight of the entire world was on his shoulder when he began walking away from the glade, but as he continued he began feeling a sense of relief. She had not just accepted his apology, but complimented in him in turn. She seemed to actually understand him and the anguish he had over his deception. As Jonahl arrived back on the road his steps had become light, and he actually smiled as he turned onto the road leading south. *** Dela waited until Jonahl's steps had vanished into the forest, then a little bit extra for safety. After she was sure he was on his way, her cool, calculated expression burst into a fit of excited giggles. Stretching in the warm air, she nonchalantly eased the straps holding her belts and let the scabbards with her swords and her hand crossbow and quiver clatter to the ground. "Oh Jonahl, Jonahl, Jonahl. You were so brave to tell me the truth, even if I knew you were an imposter all long. But overall, you were much nicer than I thought." Dela smiled to herself and began humming a jaunty tune in elvish as she unbuckled and loosened the straps holding her armor together. Kicking her boots off, she relished the feeling of burrowing her bare feet into the soft grass. Dropping her armor to the ground to join her weapons, she slipped out of her pants and slipped out of her blouse, then quickly finished the job by removing her undergarments. Dela cooed as the breeze tickled her stiff nipples and flicked off the few pieces of jewelry she wore to join the pile of clothes on the ground. "Yes, much nicer," she cooed. Her hands traced over her shoulders up to her neck, brushing aside the heavy mass of braids and ponytail which was her hair. Her fingers massaged the nape of her neck exactly as Jonahl as Ciel had done, and soon a telltale nub was held firmly between her shoulders. With a slightly remorseful sigh, she began tugging the catch down. Dela's body went loose and hollow, flopping forward as the disguise became less realistic. Her shapely breasts deflated into empty sacks, her hips collapsed down and she shrank noticeably. As the change finished, the figure in the now-oversized skin tugged it away, letting a slender, athletic blonde-haired half-elf girl emerge into the sunlight, her paler skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Ciel Ravenswood finished removing and folding up the skin before opening the unremarkable pouch Dela had worn and shaking out her clothes from it. Getting dressed in an outfit almost identical to the one Jonahl had worn in his disguise, the legendary hero hummed to herself as she folded up the empty skin and outfit she had worn for the past few weeks and stuffed them inside her bag of holding. She did not regret choosing to disguise herself when she had heard that Ciel Ravenswood had appeared to investigate the dark nymph's rampage, and she had taken immense pleasure in slowly wheedling out the truth about both the "nymph" and the other Ciel. She was even more pleased, however, at Jonahl's utter honesty. "And I have to admit, he did make a fine me." She grinned, before heading back towards the road herself. Her thoughts flicked back to the night of passion in the forest, and she felt herself grow warm at the memories, her skin blushing just as the false Ciel's had. Yes, she had enjoyed this little game, maybe even more than she should have. As she turned onto the road towards Silverglade, she felt herself missing the height and shapely form of Dela, and the delicate, passionate touch of her double. "Maybe we'll have to do this again," she confessed to herself as she headed off towards new adventure.