“Please! U-Use me again!”

The hushed words came out as barely more than a whisper, but they had an undeniable effect on the heroine. The desperation in her companion's voice had Elena’s member instantly grow hard. That feeling was also strengthened by the way Tela's gaze seemed to drift down to her crotch with the same hunger reflected in her eyes.

The smaller woman's face looked flushed from her own arousal. Furthermore, Elena noticed how the squirming inside the bedroll had only intensified since the elf had woken up. It seemed like Tela was almost desperate enough to reach out for the heroine herself, but instead, she used her hand to guide Elena’s arm down. The bedroll still covered most of her petite body, but as the elf sat up, her bare chest soon came into view. It too seemed to radiate heat into the chilly night, and Elena could see it move in sync with Tela's laboured breathing.

Similar to Ray earlier, this obviously wasn't the first time the heroine had seen her companion's body naked. In the past, though, those moments had always been in a much more innocent context. While a part of Elena was still conflicted about the feelings vying for control inside her head, Tela didn't waste much time. With surprising force, the smaller woman guided the Chosen's arm towards one of her breasts. As soon as the much colder fingers touched her hard nipple, the mage tried to suppress her lustful cries from leaking out.

Tela also seemed to press her legs together even tighter while her eyes were torn between rolling to the back of her head or staring up at Elena. After a couple of seconds, though, the smaller woman did recover a bit. Looking up at the heroine, the need for relief still burning inside her, Tela clasped Elena's hand with one of her own.

As her fingers touched the skin of her companion directly, Elena could slowly feel her doubts give way to arousal. The elf’s chest felt a lot different compared to her own, and not just from the boiling heat radiating off it. For one, Tela's breasts were smaller, and, as a result, Elena could feel the trained muscles and stamina behind them a lot more clearly. Despite the resistance, though, the mounds still possessed a unique feeling of softness. In fact, Tela's flesh almost seemed to suck the heroine further in. Without much conscious thought, Elena soon started to caress the breast with her left hand. At first, she was rather hesitant due to her inexperience, but she eventually picked up the pace.

For a few seconds, Tela simply relished in the skin contact and the motion of the heroine's hand. Soon enough, though, her lewd moans were interrupted with a few more coherent words. “Ah, E-Elena! Harder! P-Please!”

By now, the heroine’s mind was already so clouded with her own desire that she was more than happy to oblige. Increasing her movements, her hand quickly matched the heartbeat pounding in Tela's chest. After just a few repetitions, though, Elena shifted her focus towards the rock-hard point brushing against her palm every now and then.

As soon as the heroine grabbed onto the nipple with two of her fingers, Tela let out a noise that sounded more like a whimper than anything else. The half-naked woman also pressed her chest upwards, though. Interpreting the body language as a sign of encouragement, Elena once more started with softer touches, but by now both women knew it wouldn't end there. So, after a few seconds, the heroine suddenly pinched down on the flesh between her fingers.

Tela didn't even pretend to hold back her moans anymore as her cries grew more intense by the minute. The rougher the heroine got, the more pleasure seemed to rush through her body. Soon, Elena abused her companion's chest hard enough that it was unclear if the elf's noises originated more from pleasure or pain. Tela seemed to enjoy the heroine's work even more than the woman herself, though. The mage arched her back and simply let her moans echo through the mountain range. There shouldn’t have been any way the others slept through the noise, but even so, the smaller woman made it clear that she wanted to take their activity to the next level.

The hand that had guided Elena’s arm down to Tela's body a few minutes before was joined by its missing sibling from below. As soon as the slender appendage emerged from the bedroll, the heroine already realised where exactly it must have been put to use before. In response, Elena's own arousal only grew, as the elven woman now used it to finally free her member from its prison. Even without her self-stimulation, though, Tela's excitement only seemed to grow with each passing moment.

After fiddling with the pants, Elena’s impressive length sprung free. Upon seeing the object of her desire, the elf only let out another subdued wail. Looking up at the erect member, Tela's mouth also soon leaked a small strand of saliva whenever she failed to keep her moans in.

For a moment, Elena was tempted to simply pick up the smaller woman in a repeat of last night. Instead, though, she let Tela continue her work as the heroine was still busy abusing the small breast in her hand. Feeling the elf’s delicate fingers - some of them still wet with the woman’s own love juices - was a sensation somehow both similar yet different to Tela’s mouth. Rather than feeling her companion's throat press all around her member, Elena instead experienced the warm touch against her dick mixed with the cold mountain air. Every time the elf reached the tip of her shaft, the heroine also let out a few moans of her own, born from the unfamiliar pleasure. All of Elena's ‘private sessions’ combined would probably have paled in comparison to the bliss she felt at that moment.

For a minute or two, Elena simply enjoyed the elf's fingers stroking and massaging her entire length. Just like the night before, the stimulation led to her orgasm approaching faster than what the heroine was used to. However, even if it was quickly becoming a familiar feeling to her, that by no means made the climax any less enjoyable for the Chosen. As her seed was getting pushed up her length, Elena relaxed her own movement a bit as her thoughts got dominated by the orgasmic pleasure again. A moment later, she finally felt her cum spray all over the woman below her.

In contrast to the heroine, lost in her climax, Tela redoubled her efforts. Even as one strand of semen after the other landed on her half-naked body she continued her devotion to the shaft in her hands. After a few seconds, the orgasm had to come to an end though. Both women took a few laboured breaths to calm down a bit.

As her brain was slowly restarting, Elena finally focused back on her companion. In her still very much aroused state she had every intention of continuing, but, as the heroine looked at the semen-covered woman before her, she finally noticed it. Even in the dim light of the moon, Elena thought that something about the liquid covering Tela's chest looked weird.

The elf was currently using one of her hands to guide the seed from her body into her mouth. Even as her other arm was reluctantly departing from Elena’s penis, though, she didn’t seem to notice anything weird about the heroine’s cum. No hesitation when she tasted it, no pause from the smell, and no question about why it had the same black colour as the corrupted blood on Elena’s sword.

In contrast, the heroine suddenly felt like a bucket of ice-cold lake water had been dumped on her head. She had noticed the strange colour all the way back in the sanctum but hadn’t thought about it too much back then. In fact, by the time Tela had first tasted her semen, it had completely slipped her mind.

To be honest, even now, a part of her didn’t feel panicked about that information but instead found it kind of... hot. The way her friend blissfully ate the corrupting liquid with one hand while apparently pushing it between her legs with the other was almost enough for the heroine to restart their activity. Despite her ongoing erection, the heroine quickly stood up instead, almost tripping over her pulled-down pants. As her prior arousal eventually gave way to panic, the questions already swirled through Elena's mind.

What was she even supposed to do in this situation? Should she wake the others? Tell them what had happened between her and Tela? Reveal how she had grown a... penis spewing out corrupting seed and how their party's mage had already eaten it... twice? But what was even happening to Tela, to begin with?

The sudden lethargy and unfocussed state of yesterday might be a symptom of Elena pumping her cum directly into the woman's stomach, but it was far from the usual symptoms demonic influences should cause. If anything, they were the exact opposite. Normally, contact with Malice or the black blood it endlessly leaked should cause feelings of aggression or irritation. Looking down at Tela, though, the elf seemed to be pretty content with her current situation.

The only saving grace, perhaps, was that the elf had recovered somewhat from her earlier state. Hopefully, it meant Elena didn’t have to wake the other party members in the middle of the night and explain what exactly they had just been up to. Besides, as the heroine thought about her options, she realised there was still one source of information left to ask. The figure in her dreams had said it would finally answer Elena's questions, after all. For now, the heroine decided to simply shelf her thoughts about her anomalous semen and just continue her watch duty.

Tela had, in the meantime, taken care of most of the cum on her body. In fact, she was already looking back up at the heroine, wordlessly asking for more. Even if the arousal and desperation that had dominated the elf's mind before had diminished somewhat, Elena could still see a glimmer of it reflected in her eyes.

Thankfully, the heroine had enough presence of mind to not give in to the feelings. Instead, she pulled up the bedroll of her half-naked companion and pushed her back down. The elf didn’t resist her attempts much, and soon enough, the smaller woman was already back asleep again. Although the mage’s rest was a lot more peaceful this time, it wasn’t lost on Elena how the squirming between her companion's legs was still ongoing.

After a few more moments of watching the sleeping woman, Elena took a few steps away from the camp. In the end, she simply continued her watch. Thankfully, the rest of her shift passed uninterrupted and a few hours later, she woke up Ray to take over. The Beastkin woman didn’t notice anything odd about Tela or the heroine, so soon enough, Elena was back in her own dream world.

As soon as the heroine's head had landed on the padded bedroll, she found herself back on the green hill. Her Goddess seemed to have waited for her return as well. This time, it was her Lady that turned toward her heroine, as she gave a seemingly genuine smile to Elena.

“My Chosen. I am glad we can continue.”

Although the words were spoken in the soft tone the Chosen was used to, the words didn't evoke any of the warmth or comfort she had grown to expect. That one discrepancy was all it took for the heroine to confirm her earlier suspicion though as she thought about how to proceed. Originally, Elena had intended to play along some more, hoping to pry some useful information from her dream visitor. As she looked at the false image of the goddess, however, the Chosen could already feel her anger boil up again. Before she could stop herself, those emotions were also clearly readable on her face. As a result, Elena didn't even bother to hide her hostility.

“I’ll give you one chance. Who are you, and how dare you pretend to be my Lady?”

With that, the heroine assumed a fighting stance. The corrupted sword was held between her and the impostor. Part of her had wanted to strike the intruder down immediately, but she was cautious enough to stay on the defensive for now. As the Chosen was readying herself for a fight, though, the false Goddess instantly dropped her mask of friendliness. Instead of accepting the duel, the woman let out a single annoyed ‘tsk’ before she suddenly vanished from view.

For a moment, Elena found herself alone again. Scanning around the idyllic meadow, the landscape at first seemed unchanged. Every time she turned around though, the perfect image grew more and more distorted. As if the colours of a painting were mixing into one another before getting pulled down by gravity, the greens, blues and whites malformed into a grotesque parody of her dream. In the end, the only colour that seemed to remain was the lifeless grey of the Shadowlands.

“Ironic, isn’t it? Falling for everyone’s tricks but your own.”

As she heard the words behind her, Elena quickly shifted around. The figure standing there had its back turned towards the heroine, but Elena was cautious to approach. Something about the silhouette did seem eerily familiar to the Chosen, though.

“Who are you? What do you even want from me?”

Elena didn’t sense any aggressiveness from the intruder, and at her question, the other woman’s shoulder dropped a bit. The heroine almost thought her unwanted visitor looked disappointed as she let out a soft sigh.

“Am I really that dumb?” As the impostor finally turned around, Elena at first thought she was looking at a mirror. “Yes, it’s me: you! And obviously, I’m here to help!”

Before the fake Elena could say more, she was already getting bisected by the black sword. Instead of the usual dark blood, however, the figure simply blended into the grey landscape surrounding them. As soon as the heroine gave another sweep of the area, the colour had already been forgotten in the endless grey.

“... Yeah, in retrospect, I probably would react that way.”

Before she knew it though, another Elena suddenly stood beside the heroine. Rather than striking her down again, the Chosen shifted back a bit, still positioning the blade between them.

“Oh, come on, Elena. Is that really how your mother taught you to treat visitors... or yourself...”

“Don’t you even dare talk about her, you demon spawn!”

Instead of the hostile response or attack that Elena anticipated, the fake heroine simply put one of her hands to her mouth in mock outrage.

“Did you really just call your own parents demons?! Even I wouldn't go that far... although, I guess I just did... This is getting a bit confusing, you... Wait, no... 'I' know?”

Instead of going along with the fake heroine's deceptions, however, Elena didn't even pretend to fall for this cheap trick.

“I don’t know what kind of game you think you're playing here, but you should just give up now.”

However, the impostor didn't back down either. Instead, they just let out another disappointed sigh.

“Really? Willing to accept help from anyone but yourself. Shouldn’t it get exhausting after a while... Especially if my help feels so much... better.”

From one moment to the next, the distance separating Elena from her doppelgänger was gone. The proximity of the two was close enough that the heroine could feel the impostor's breath on her. Before she had time to jump back, though, Elena suddenly felt one of the woman’s hands inside... her pants? The way the fake heroine held onto the unexpectedly hard member between Elena's legs instantly evoked memories of a few hours ago, the night before that, and even the first climax back in the sanctum. However, the Chosen still kept her thoughts focused on the here and now, although her pleasurable memories made that harder than expected.

“Y-You.. You were the one that did this to me!?”

“Please, weren’t you listening? All of this,” the fake Elena gave the penis in her hand one drawn-out stroke, “is alone your doing.”

Despite knowing that anything the impostor said would probably be a lie, Elena still couldn't help but get riled up a bit at that implication.

“You’re lying! Why the hell would I ever want this... this thing to begin with?!”

At the heroine's outrage, the impostor simply let out a small laugh as she finally removed herself from Elena's body.

“Oh, please. Have you never noticed why you do... well, anything in your life? Why you would rather go off on your own in battle than protect your allies...? Why it felt so right when you got chosen as the Heroine...?  Even why you would, ahem, act the way you did last night?"

Every sentence her twin said had different memories briefly flash through the heroine's mind. Elena still tried to keep her thoughts focused, though. But, despite not believing a word the impostor said, something stopped the Chosen from interrupting her ranting opposite.

“Because you are better than them! Because you deserve to be better than them! In your ideal, perfect world, everyone would be kneeling before you and not before that blown-up excuse of a king! Not before that pathetic weakling of a Demon Lord! Not even before that glorified torchlight of a Goddess everyone clings to, while you have to do all the dirty work!”

“That’s not true! Without my Lady, I would be nothing, and don’t you ever dare to talk about her that way!”

Somehow, Elena’s shout seemed to reverberate even in the empty void of her dreams, but her doppelgänger still looked unimpressed.

“Gods, you haven’t even noticed, have you? ‘Your Lady’… How often had she even responded to one of your prayers? How often had she idly sat by while you were prostrating yourself in the dirt and mud to get even a modicum of her attention? How often had she said one word of gratitude to the girl sacrificing her life, her future, her entire being to a cause She forced her to fight for!?”

Those last words caused Elena to quickly scan through her memories. Not because her impostor was convincing, but to prove her wrong.

“She... she...”

However, the more the Chosen thought back, the more elusive the moments with her Lady seemed to become. For some reason, she also couldn't recall ever having an actual conversation with the Goddess, but even so, the heroine remained faithful.

“She gives me the strength to fight! Without her, I would have already failed my mission!”

“Because you’re her weapon! You’re not even a person to her! She puts a sword in your hand, gives you a pat on the back and suddenly expects you to kill yourself for her?! Can't you see how ridiculous that sounds!?”

“Th-that’s not true! Without me, millions would die!”

The fake heroine just laughed once at that.

“Exactly! You’re just the necessary sacrifice.”

Suddenly, Elena felt the impostor touch her again, though this time the skin contact came just above her ear. Again, a memory of the past flashed through the heroine's mind as she recalled the Goddess putting her own pure white flower in that very same spot. The sorrow her Lady had felt at that moment came through even from that single memory fragment.

“And even if she’s saddened by the situation, she still doesn’t acknowledge the life she’s destroying in the process... Why? Because it’s easier to see you as a useful tool than an actual human being, simple as that... If you still don’t believe me just ask yourself this simple question: When did she ever even respond to a single sentence you said to her?”

Despite the sudden muddiness in her memories, Elena did find a rather recent occasion when she had received an answer to her prayers.

“B-Back in the sanctum! My Lady was there...”

"Yeah, sure, she talked to you. But did she even acknowledge one thing you said to her? We both know the answer to that, don't we? But I guess at the time there had been, ahem, 'bigger’ issues on our mind.”

“What, no that can’t..."

Elena instantly wanted to refute the possibility of her Lady treating her like this. The more she scanned through her memories, though, the harder it was to find any concrete examples of receiving a direct answer to her prayers.

"You know what... Fine, let’s assume you’re right. I’m just an expendable tool for my Lady. Why would you even come to me pretending to be her then?”

“Because, my dear Chosen Heroine, you trust her. Why do you trust her? Well, for one simple reason really: She made you better than everyone else. When someone gives you enough authority to make the rulers of an entire kingdom bow their heads to a lowly peasant girl, one might overlook a few of their questions going unanswered. As for that last visit, I told you nothing but the truth. There won’t be any more messages from the Goddess, trust me, and I would refrain from using her power so freely if I were you... or, me? You know what I mean. I had even planned this whole heartwarming goodbye that the real thing would never give you, but someone had to ruin the fun.”

Elena was still far from convinced, though, as she instantly pointed out a flaw in her doppelgänger’s speech.

“How would you even know if my Lady will visit me again?”

“Well, guess we’ll just have to see which of us understands our ‘Protector’ better.”