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The small fist of the slender blonde elf woman rapped against the
dented, aged oak wood of the door again and again but there was no
response from inside. The elf tried leaning back and throwing her weight
into each movement to create a louder noise, but it seemed to be to no
avail. There was no response from the tall, dilapidated building. No
lights in any window, no signs of life or activity other than the
occasional scurrying of rats or flapping of birds above. Ciel
Ravenswood, or rather the person wearing her form as a disguise,
grumbled as she sank down to sit on the cracked stone threshold.
"Just my luck," she mumbled to nobody in particular. "I finally, finally
get to the town the costume-maker is at and she's not in?"
Jonahl Silvermarsh looked up at the darkening sky through Ciel's eyes.
After several misadventures on the way to return the magical costume
which had transmutated the young male human into the beautiful elf
heroine Jonahl had finally picked up the trail of Akarima the costume-
maker again. The many detours and delays meant that Jonahl had been
chasing after the disguise creator through several towns and small
hamlets until finally catching up to Akarima's traveling business here.
And then, as luck would have it, Akarima was temporarily unavailable as
the magess was busy arranging an elaborate and expensive part for a
local duke, leaving her business closed.
"The gods must really hate me," Jonahl/Ciel muttered as she got to her
feet and brushed her outfit off.
Jonahl had originally merely rented the Ciel costume as a means to
travel easier through the dangerous Great Forest, but had been side
tracked several times and missed the original rendezvous with Akarima.
He had worried that he would have angered the mage, but when no magical
retribution had arrived a full two weeks after the expiration of the
original date, Jonahl had concluded Akarima was probably busy with
other, more profitable things. After escaping Rosedale, Jonahl had
quickly switched back to traveling in Ciel's form as it allowed him a
much more pleasant reception and a much easier time arranging for
rooming or travel. And, the disguised ranger admitted to himself, he
really did like Ciel's form by now. There was something about being the
smaller, more elegant and beautiful Ciel Ravenswood that was almost...
intoxicating.
Ciel walked down the evening streets, kicking at the cobblestones. She
was filled with mixed emotions about returning the suit, but deep down
she knew the only right decision was to do so. And after spending quite
some time building up a sufficient amount of determination to return the
magical disguise it was extremely frustrating to find Akarima
unavailable.
"Of all the rotten luck!" Ciel growled and kicked a pebble which
skittered across the flagstones of the street and clanged into an empty
rainwater barrel.
"Is that really any way to greet an old friend?" The voice came from an
alleyway to the side of the road and Ciel immediately spun around
drawing her weapons to face the shadowy figure.
Out of the darkness stepped a tall, silver-haired female elf, dressed in
what could generously be described as a scandalous travel outfit. Her
face was classically beautiful and a playful smile danced over her lips
in the gathering dusk. Ciel/Jonahl suppressed a shudder, for the last
time she had seen that form it had contained a demon bent on
destruction.
"Mayolin? Mayolin Freyghm?" Ciel muttered, unconvinced.
"That's my name," the drow girl laughed. "Do we really need to be so
formal, Ciel Ravenswood? You have no idea how many times I had to change
horses to catch up to you the moment I found out you were traveling
here."
"Catch up? Why are you hunting me?" Ciel asked.
"Hunting? Hunting?" Mayolin blinked in surprise. "I was merely trying to
catch up to you to talk. I heard you've had quite the adventure down
here and after I left Rosedale I-"
"Rosedale?" Ciel mumbled. "Turn around. Now. No sudden movements."
"What?" Mayolin said. "Ciel, what are you-"
"Stand where you are and let me examine you. I need to make sure," Ciel
said, her voice stony resolute.
"Ciel, it's really me. I can assure you Quav didn't make any jokes about
bedding you."
There was no response. As the tension in the darkening town street was
thick, the drow priestess simply turned around, her shoulders slumping.
Ciel walked up carefully and, keeping her slender sword pointed at the
drow's back she pulled her other glove off and let her bare hand run
across Mayolin's neck, brushing her hair aside as she did. Ciel felt
around, feeling the drow's skin ripple under her touch but not detecting
any telltale sign of a nub or hard spot. On every other magical costume
Jonahl had come across, there had been a pull of some kind cleverly
hidden under a fold near the neck. It was impossible to spot visually
and very hard to find by touch unless someone knew exactly what they
were looking for.
But Mayolin had none.
Suddenly Ciel/Jonahl felt a growing fear. What if this -was- the real
Mayolin? If so this might be a terrible mistake on her part. Instead of
exposing another imposter, Jonahl may have accidentally exposed himself.
She wondered how one of Ciel's friends would take to the news that a
human, a Pervician no less, had impersonated their friends. He realized
he wasn't eager to find out.
"Well?" came Mayolin's voice, somewhat annoyed. "Are we going to stand
here being touchy-feely all evening? People are staring, you know."
Ciel looked around quickly and was suddenly aware of a few townsfolk
staring at them. Some were peeking out from lit windows, their faces
like pale ghosts against the surrounding darkness, some had stopped to
watch from the street, looking like little more than flickering shadows
under the dim street illumination.
"...sorry May," Ciel said, sheathing her sword. "I was just a bit
uptight after Rosedale, you know. Since you came from there I guess you
already know what happened?" She let the final sentence hang as an
invitation.
"About me being impersonated? Yep, of course I know. And you're right to
be wary, dear friend."
As Mayolin turned, she pulled Ciels' smaller form in tight and planted a
firm, deep kiss on her lips. Jonahl, deep inside Ciel's form, felt
himself twitch with an almost electrical jolt. The feeling of being
kissed like this was always arousing, and this time it felt even better
than the last time. Since Ciel was starting to suspect this was the real
Mayolin, she now also started to suspect what the drow priestess' true
relationship to the real Ciel was, and why May had pursued her so
relentlessly. Ciel felt a heat building up inside her. Her small, reedy
voice of reason chided her and instructed her to immediately reveal her
true identity to Mayolin to prevent heartbreak or taking advantage of
the drow, but Ciel didn't feel like listening to it right now. And
besides it didn't feel like Mayolin was the kind to be taken advantage
of in any way. She wanted this, surely.
"Oh... May. It's been... a long time," Ciel attempted probingly to see
if this was the response the drow expected.
"It really has," Mayolin purred, her hand gently squeezing one of Ciels'
breasts through her leather vest.
The disguised ranger now felt very aware that they were still being
watched, now with a very different kind of attention than before.
Apparently what looked like a potential robbery or murder did not often
turn into a steamy makeout session in the middle of the street around
these parts.
"Maybe we should go back to my room," Ciel hissed.
"That sounds like a good idea. I can't wait to... touch base with you,"
Mayolin giggled.
Jonahl/Ciel's inner protests about what a bad idea this all was became
fainter and fainter as she led the statuesque drow back to the inn where
she had rented a room.
***
In his true form Jonahl was tall and rugged, not quite handsome but not
quite ugly either. He had just been rather plain all his life, though he
had has his shares or romances and affairs. But being Ciel Ravenswood
while making love to somebody was something entirely different. She was
small, elegant, poised and beautiful. She was soft and sensual, with a
lovely face and small, pert breasts. It was like stepping into somebody
else's life entirely and experiencing the world as them. And right now,
the world consisted of Mayolin Freyghm.
After spending a little time in the dingy but well-stocked bar of the
inn drinking and telling stories (most of which Ciel let Mayolin tell
while she stuck with retelling the events from the Great Forest onwards)
the two had retired upstairs. Mayolin had already been rather physical
with Ciel in the taproom, and as they climbed the stairs the now mildly
inebriated drow had begun tugging at Ciels' clothes almost instantly.
While Ciel/Jonahl had tried to keep the bubbly drow under control until
they reached her room, there was no stopping the priestess after the
door had shut.
Soon the clothes of both women had fallen to the floor like leaves, and
their bodies had collided with the force of two tidal waves. The only
thing Ciel had insisted on was keeping the leather choker which
concealed the seam of the Ciel skin from discovery, something Mayolin
seemingly hadn't even given a moment's thought. The drow seemed much
more interested in other parts of Ciel, and those parts she was free to
uncover. Soon the drow was kissing Ciels' cute breasts, making the
surface elf coo as she felt the brushing friction of Mayolin's soft lips
on her nipples.
Deep down Jonahl loved the feeling of being so small and dainty, with
her lover towering over her. Still Mayolin was not a reckless or harsh
lover, letting Ciel dictate her own terms. They both pulled towards the
soft bed quickly and almost tripped over each other going there, and
soon they were grasping and groping frantically as their sweaty bodies
writhed against each other. Ciel fondled Mayolin's large, soft breasts
and leaned in to suckle one of her nipples, causing the drow to gasp and
reach down to tickle Ciels' womanhood with a finger, running it along
the edge of her labial lips.
It was impossible to resist now. Whatever doubts Ciel/Jonahl might have
had were long gone. After sharing a deep, passionate kiss, Ciel climbed
around in the bed to lodge her face right at Mayolin's snatch, thrusting
her own small sex at the drow priestess. Ciels' small tongue darted in
and out, teasing Mayolin's clit and making the larger elf convulse in
pleasure. Ciel almost screamed as Mayolin returned the favor, her
experienced lips and tongue working wonders on the false elf's sex. Ciel
thought she might orgasm right there and had to bite her lip briefly
before getting back to work. Spots danced in front of her eyes and she
could barely focus. She had no doubts anymore. This was the real Mayolin
Freyghm. The impostors whom Ciel had been with before had had none of
this skill, none of this energy and soft but resolute determination. It
was a completely different and much better experience.
Ciel groaned as she kept working, knowing that she couldn't hold on much
longer. Her small body was shaking, covered in sweat as it rapidly and
feverishly slapped against Mayolin's dusky-skinned form. It was as if
the world was building up to burst in two, like her body was the plug
holding back a lava flow. Suddenly she couldn't anymore and her hot
juices flowed from her womanhood as she screamed out. Fortunately with a
final frantic thrust she was able to make her drow partner come as well,
and they were joined in the throes of ecstasy as they thrust into each
other, covering their sweat-soaked bodies and the bed with hot, steaming
juices.
Ciel was not aware of when she pulled out of Mayolin, or how the two
ended up lying side by side, pushed tight together in the bed as their
bodies cooled off. Ciels' body felt raw, like she had been stuck on a
rack for days, but it was a pleasant aftermath and not a painful one.
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as she felt her hand roam over
Mayolin's large, curvy body, finally settling on one of her breasts. The
drow smiled down on her and stroked Ciels' hair, smearing some still-hot
juices across the smaller elf.
Soon Ciel felt the tiredness of her long journey finally come crashing
down on her. Mumbling a few disjointed words to May, she drifted off
into a deep, restful sleep.
***
The next few days seemed to vanish in a rosy haze. Ciel and May spent
most of their time in one of their rooms, apologizing and making half-
hearted excuses to the innkeepers for the thudding and moaning noises
during nights. However this was a bit too good to last, and as the
weekend ended Ciel found herself following Mayolin outside into town.
The drow had cheerfully informed Ciel that they were going shopping,
offering no further explanation. Ciel gloomily agreed, much rather
wanting to spend more time in private with the lustful drow priestess.
But soon that gloom turned to worry, and then panic as Mayolin
purposefully walked a very familiar route through the town.
"May, where are we going?" Ciel asked trying to keep her voice steady
and cheerful as the couple walked through the bustling morning streets.
"To see Akarima of course. Why else?" Mayolin said cheerfully.
Ciel/Jonahl felt like she had been punched in the gut. Akarima would
reveal everything, and things would turn very ugly. But there was also
no way to dissuade the drow without calling attention to the fact that
something -was- already odd.
"Errrm, are you sure Akarima is here? I mean I saw she was in town, but
there was some big party she was catering to and-"
"Of course she is. The party was in the weekend, silly. I already
checked and she will be open normally today. There's nothing to worry
about!"
Ciel quickened her pace to keep up with Mayolin as the tall drow stalked
through the crowd, many of whom threw lustful glances after the curvy
priestess. Ciel tried several tricks to halt or change course as they
went, but none seemed to work. It was like being caught in a whirlpool,
inexorably drawn towards certain doom. Jonahl would be exposed whatever
he did, and probably savagely attacked or worse by the vengeful Mayolin.
He could only imagine the shame and horror of the drow as she discovered
her lover was actually someone else - a male - in disguise, fooling her
the same way the impostors in Rosedale had tricked the townsfolk.
Pushing past the bemused townsfolk, Mayolin stepped up to the oak door
of Akarima's temporary costume shop and without any doubt pushed the it
open. Seeing the door beginning to slide shut, Ciel rushed and barely
squeezed herself through, following her lover into the store. Inside the
shop was softly lit, and even though the windows were dirty and only
letting a trickle of daylight in, Ciel quickly saw that Akarima had
really made this building her own while staying here. There were heavy
wooden shelves and hangers bedecked with masks, costumes and various
accessories everywhere, and Ciel recognized many from when she (as
Jonahl) had first sought out Akarima to procure the disguise. There were
suits and masks of everything from this plane or the next, with
humanoids dominating the selection. Some costumes were seemingly rather
ordinary, albeit well-made, while others seemed to pretty clearly be the
same type of magical costume that Ciel wore right now. She gently
prodded a one-foot tall suit of a pixie girl which was suspended from a
small silver hanger, when she was suddenly aware of voices coming from
the main desk.
"No, no. Absolutely not. It's all wrong you see," came a soft, assertive
feminine voice that Ciel didn't immediately recognize.
The elf walked back to the storefront to discover Mayolin standing at
the spacious oak counter that served as the business area of the store.
The counter was quite aged and heavy and covered in parchments, inkwells
and a few odd-looking mechanical devices the use of which Ciel couldn't
determine. Across this assortment of odds and ends was something
surprising indeed. A suit of Mayolin herself lay sprawled out over the
piles of papers, distended and deformed by the objects it rested on. The
long seam going from rump to neck was wide open. Mayolin herself stood
next to the counter looking thoughtful while a luscious woman with fiery
reddish-blonde hair, a large shapely bosom barely contained in a
daringly cut red dress and a bemused expression poked and prodded at the
empty drow suit.
"See, it's missing this little scar you have here, and the most adorable
little tattoo on your-"
Mayolin chuckled and turned to wave Ciel closer.
"So you're absolutely sure this isn't your work then, Akarima?" Mayolin
said, hefting the empty skin of herself up and letting it drape down
onto the floor.
"Absolutely not. I am a professional, Mayolin, you know that. I would
never use such shoddy craftsmanship and furthermore never for such a
purpose. I make costumes to entertain and delight, not... murder," The
lovely half-elf's features twisted in disgust as she spat out the word.
Somehow Ciel was not really surprised to hear this beauty referred to as
Akarima. The mage was famous for wearing different forms wherever she
went, sometimes human, sometimes not. When Jonahl had sought her out she
had been a stern-looking human female with straight brown hair and black
clothes, but somehow it felt natural and obvious that Akarima herself
would change shape whenever she so pleased.
Then Ciel realized something. Mayolin had just come here to find out who
had made the false skin of her that the cultists in Rosedale had
employed. Jonahl's secret was safe!
"So I guess we should figure out who is copying your craft then,"
Mayolin said. "Inferior copies, but still dangerous."
"Hmmm yes. I suppose we should. Thank you for bringing this to my
attention, Mayolin," Akarima smiled kindly at the drow and folded up the
Mayolin-skin careful. Her green eyes darted over to Ciel. "And you
brought sir Silvermarsh with you to return his costume as well. That's
very kind."
Ciel froze in place. Akarima had just casually, without a single breath
of hesitation revealed the secret. Everything was lost now,
everything...
"Yes," Mayolin grinned mischievously. "I think he is well overdue to
return it, don't you?" She winked at Ciel who was stricken speechless.
"You... knew?" Ciel whimpered, suddenly feeling exposed, foolish and
confused all at once. The tall shelves of the store felt like they were
closing in and ready to tumble on top of her.
"Of course I knew!" Mayolin sighed and rolled her eyes while Akarima
sniggered quietly. "When you confronted me in the street I tried a
little banter I usually have with Ciel. You know, teasing she always
reacts to. And you didn't even bat an eyelid at it! Then, after you so
graciously decided -I- wasn't a fake I tried to call you pet names...
and then grow intimate. And you responded to that as any happy, horny
little elf would," Mayolin and Akarima shared a smile.
Ciel felt her shoulders slump and suddenly wished she could be swallowed
up by the oak planks of the floor.
"You and Ciel aren't lovers at all," she sighed.
"Not for a long time, unfortunately. But that's how it is, and I respect
her decision," Mayolin was still grinning.
"B-but then why... why the whole weekend... why... with me...?" Ciel
stammered.
"Oh please. Because you're cute, and adorably awkward and very sexy.
Because you wanted me, and I wanted you. Does there really need to be
any other reason?" Mayolin rolled her eyes and walked up close to Ciel,
who suddenly felt less aroused and more awkward by the closeness of the
drow.
"I... oh god I really made a mess of this," Ciel/Jonahl sighed and tried
once more to sink into the ground.
"Oh come on, sir Silvermarsh," Akarima said jovially. "No harm done. You
impersonated a woman you liked being very much and another woman
willingly made love to you. What could there possibly be for you to
feel bad about? Well, I suppose I should chide you a little for using
one of my products to actually impersonate the original, but I feel I
can let you off the hook. This time," The sorceress chuckled, and walked
through a curtain behind the counter, vanishing from view.
"So... what now?" Ciel mumbled, still feeling her cheeks burn as she
blushed.
"I'd like to see you. The real you," Mayolin said, thoughtfully.
"Why?" Ciel blinked. "I thought you'd not be interested in me... now
that you know who I really am?"
"Oh you idiot," Mayolin chuckled and gently slapped Ciel on the back of
the head. "I wouldn't have offered myself to you if you weren't
attractive to me. You, not just your disguise. And you are, so I'm
curious."
Ciel nodded, and motioning towards the back of Akarima's store walked
away from the windows. As expected there was a changing room there, just
as there had been in the store where Jonahl had first bought the
costume. They both entered it and Mayolin sat down on the small leather-
covered stool, watching her companion. With a heavy sigh Ciel stripped
out of her clothes, feeling awkward in front of the full-length mirror
and Mayolin's inquisitive stares. Suddenly self-aware about being naked,
she covered herself ineffectually while blushing, before reaching up to
fumble at her neck, turning her back towards May.
Soon she had undone the catch and felt the changes surge through her
form. She grabbed the edges of the suit and tugged, pulling Ciel's
pretty face forward and downwards. It distended and deformed into an
empty mask, revealing Jonahl's head. He kept going, pulling the small
suit down and impossibly growing out of it as Ciel's lovely form
deflated and became a very ill-fitting costume. As he pulled her hips
down to reveal his own, his member sprang to attention from behind
Ciel's womanhood, making him feel even more self-aware. Soon he was
finishing up, tugging and kicking his muscular but slender legs out of
the Ciel suit's and pulling her arms off like gloves. Turning around he
hung Ciel's empty form like a loincloth in front of his erect penis,
showing off his plain Percivian looks to his former lover.
"Not bad, actually. Not the best looking but not the worst," Mayolin
nodded.
"Look... erm. Mayolin. Mistress Freyghm. Maybe it's best if we just part
ways here and now. We can still be... maybe not friends, but at least
not enemies?" Jonahl began, stammering a bit.
"Oh please!" Mayolin growled, jumping to her feet. "Haven't you been
listening one bit? I'm interested in you, that's the whole reason I put
up with your feeble charade. If I hadn't then this..," She reached over
and tugged the Ciel-skin out of his hands, revealing his erection
"...wouldn't have mattered."
"W-what are you..," Jonahl began, but he felt his tongue stick to his
jaw as Mayolin began undressing.
"Well. I want to try your real body out, isn't that obvious?" the drow
giggled as she continued stripping. "And see which one was the most fun.
The disguise... or the reality. I want to be together with you, Jonahl
Silvermarsh. Every possible way."
Jonahl felt his erection become almost painful as the dusky-skinned drow
removed her clothing, slowly uncovering her beautiful, lush body again.
"What do you say, Jonahl Silvermarsh? Want to try being together with me
in a new way? Or are you not man enough?" Mayolin laughed softly as she
approached him.
"But Akarima... customers..," he stammered
"I asked Akarima to take a quick lunch break and close the store for
about... an hour. Not the most time in the world, but it may be enough
for a sampler. Who knows... we might want more?"
Jonahl began to retort, but felt himself unable to. Suddenly he felt
like his luck had changed again, this time vastly for the better.
- End -
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