Chapter 1 here

Chapter 2 here

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Tarion helped Rana stand, then removed the cord around her waist and pulled the tunic over her head. Her leggings were nearly as stained with his cum, so he pulled those off as well, quickly and professionally. Finally, he took a damp towel and cleaned her sticky face and neck, giving a quick wash to other areas of body but avoiding, for the moment, her pubic area. Then he took her by the hand and led her to a comfortable sleeping area, a small iron daybed piled high with soft blankets and furs and sheltered by a gauzy white canopy.

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The sun shone in through a large window here, filling the room with a soft, diffuse light through the lacy canopy. Tarion sat Rana down on the bed, the coverings wonderfully soft on her naked skin. He left the room for a couple minutes, and for a moment she took in her surroundings: the cozy little sleeping nook, the tapestries of legends and historical events unfamiliar to her, the arcane writings and the jars and bottles full of who-knows-what in Tarion's nearby work area. Out the window, she could see hill upon hill of forest, summer-green and swaying lazily in the warm breeze. Her attention was only just starting to wander back towards the aching, leaking hardness between her legs when Tarion returned, carrying a covered tray which he set down beside the bed.

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Sitting next to her on the soft mattress, Tarion uncovered the tray, revealing three items arranged mysteriously on the shining silver. There was a large metal stein full of cold water, its outside sweating with condensation. There was a wooden spherical bowl-and-lid set such as might hold spices upon a richly-set banquet table. And most uncertain, there laid what appeared at first to be a large, weighty heart bleeding on the tray -- but which Rana quickly realized was some kind of fruit, like an inside-out pomegranate with its bright red flesh borne on the outside and the protective skin twisted up in the center. Rana flushed with a mix of anxiety and desire, that pair of emotions which had been clashing within her all day, like fencing opponents. Or like partners in dance. She glanced up at Tarion, giving a slight, shy smile.

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First Tarion handed her the water, from which she took a long, delicious draught. With all she had drunk of Tarion, she hadn't realized how thirsty she had gotten. She downed half the mug in one go, water spilling down the sides of her mouth as she lowered it, and she wiped her lips daintily with a ladylike swipe of one finger. When she set the water down, Tarion laid a hand on her, laying her on her back, while he knelt beside the bed. Next, he uncovered the wooden bowl.

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"Now for the next step," he said in a breathy tone, close to her face. He dipped a couple fingers straight into the bowl, and when he withdrew them they were dripping with a slick covering of some type of oil. Rana gave him a sideways smirk, her head resting on a pillow as she watched him. He didn't have to tell her to part her legs.

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Tarion didn't touch her throbbing clit, but he wouldn't have to. She was already quivering for him, ready to let him make her overflow. He kissed her, his lips holding onto hers with a lazy, sleepy grasp, as his fingers found her hole. He stroked around it, testing, teasing, before pushing just half a knuckle in. She whimpered into his lips, feeling them pull back in a smile. A gentle push, and he was in, half a finger, then the full finger drawing more moans from Rana. She had hardly ever had anything in her ass, only one or two of her own fingers, which were not even as thick as Tarion's. But his fingers seemed to know her better than hers, quickly finding a center of pleasure that she had never known about, and as he stroked it she felt carried away by the sensation of being given an orgasm by another, in a way she had never felt before. Meanwhile his other hand, underneath her upper back, kept her mouth locked to his as he started to fuck her with one, and then two fingers. It wasn't long before she could hardly kiss back, her mouth slack in building pleasure.

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At that point he moved down to her neck, kissing down along her sternum and settling on her nipples. He kissed and sucked and nipped her, where there were yet no breasts but the thought of what might someday be there. Her hips bucked in time with his fingers, and with her mouth free she let herself moan openly and loudly, growing ever more breathless, until...

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"Yes, my dear Rana, my good girl," cooed Tarion, as she twitched and gasped, her tight ring of muscle grasping his finger over and over. His other hand withdrew from under her, and she felt a brush of something near the tip of her clit, not that she minded at this point. "Never had one like that, have you?" he chuckled. "There now, let it all out. All of it, good..."

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When she had settled back into the bed and her eyes opened up again, Tarion was gazing at her, and then at his hand, which held in its center a large, flat pearl which she soon realized was her own cum pooled in his palm. Gently he pulled his fingers out of her, her hole aching at the loss but also utterly satisfied. He took another vial from somewhere and with it, scooped up a small amount of the pearly white cum from his hand. The rest he took for himself, sucking it off his skin like a long, wet kiss, relishing her taste. Then he sealed the vial and held it up for her to see. "There we go. For safekeeping, should you ever want it."

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Tarion set the vial on the tray and finally picked up the strange pomegranate fruit. In the light it glittered brilliantly, looking even more like a cluster of garnet crystals. He picked off two seeds, just two, replacing the fruit on the tray. He faced her again. "And now, my good Rana, you complete your first round of treatment. Open up." One, and then the other little ruby were placed on her tongue. At Tarion's nod, she chewed them, savouring the firmness of the skin, the burst of sweet nectar, even the slight bitterness of the tiny white seeds within the seeds. She swallowed, and Tarion got up to sit beside her on the bed, brushing her hair out of her face and drawing a light blanket over her naked body.

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Tarion spoke softly. "First, you took in my seed, which infused your body with the energy to change and develop to your will. That was the true purpose of the act, yet I believe I can speak for us both when I say the process was quite enjoyable as medical treatments go. Though the dosage size was, I believe, a mite larger than usual." Rana giggled, remembering the sensation of being covered head to toe in Tarion's cum, and filled to her brim as well. "As I said, the load you received had been brewing in my body for months, and in my mind for untold years beyond that. This remains to be seen, but I think it will not always be so... voluminous. Not that you need take any more doses of that particular treatment if you don't wish to -- the process is already begun."

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With a glance at the tray, he continued. "Next, you gave up your last load of your own seed. After today, your body will no longer produce any of the male humors which have, in a most productive though misguided manner, been sculpting your body in image of the wrong model. This will also mean you will not be able to... well, to sire any offspring. But as I promised, I will keep and preserve your last emission until you decide you wish it destroyed, or to use it -- in the latter case, I continue in the absorbing study of the alternative possibilities for those like you and I, and I am certain we can come to a solution that would satisfy you."

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Rana raised a hand and placed it on Tarion's cheek, too tired for words but thankful for his thoughtfulness -- he, her protector, her benefactor, the one to whom she had gladly entrusted a piece of herself she had never allowed any other to know of. "And finally," he went on after a moment, "You ingested the seeds of this fruit, of my own garden, the blossomed pomegranate. These will be the final catalyst for the transformation inside your body, as they take root and become the springs of the female humors which will in turn reshape your outer surface." Rana could already feel something happening inside, a rippling warmth like aftershocks of her last climax, as her eyelids fluttered ever more shut.

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She looked up at Tarion one last time as sleep overtook her -- his strong and affectionate face watching over her -- then her gaze flicked to the window. Her last sight before dreaming was of the forest in full bloom, the green grassy hills and the impossibly bright green of the trees under the summer sun.