An Interlude

An Interlude

Nacheyla admired herself in the mirror. It was something she felt horribly guilty about, but she couldn't seem to help it. At first she brushed it off as simply being amazed at the changes in herself over the last few weeks. Several magical accidents had moved her from being nearly fifty years old with graying hair, to eleven years old, chasing pollywogs around the marshes, to nineteen years old with hair down past her ankles and a new set of accessories. To wit, a pair of silvery horns just behind her temples, glowing red eyes, and a sleek tail that ended with a spaded point. Zoya, the wild mage who had helped to age her from eleven to nineteen, had promised, with a vague light of dishonestly in her eyes, that the horns and tail would probably fall off on their own within a few days. Nearly a week had passed and Nacheyla was still doing her shopping with a cloak over her head and her tail stuffed down the back of her pants like an irate snake.

She paused to admire her tail again. There was something sleek and sexy about the way it moved on its own, not necessarily as if it thought for itself, but as if it reflected her moods, whether she wished it to or not. Right now, it was looped casually once around her waist, the spaded end lying flat against her left hip. She swiveled in front of the mirror, her hair fanning out behind her, as she admired her tiny waist, the full breasts enclosed in the tight black leather shirt, the long, slender legs, the wicked silver gleaming horns. Nacheyla smiled softly at her reflection, knowing she shouldn't enjoy what had happened, but she did. She felt a passion for life that had long been missing.

She stopped again, looking at herself. Her long black hair shone in the soft candlelight, her crimson eyes glowing like twin fires. She ran her hands across herself, touching her shoulders, her collarbones, down across her breasts, the nipples prickling and contracting under the fine leather of her shirt, across her ribs, along her abdomen, over her hips and between her legs. Her tail, instantly alerted to her change of mood, unwound from her waist and wrapped coyly around her leg. Nacheyla spread her legs slightly, allowing her tail to move freely. It squeezed at her legs, then uncoiled, the spaded end flickering around her legs, lightly brushing at her inner thigh. She took a deep breath, feeling her lung expand, arching her back as her nipples contracted harder against the friction of her shirt. As she expelled the breath, her hands moved, as if of their own volition, to her shirt and undid the fastenings. She let the soft leather slip from her shoulders onto the floor as she ran both hands over her own breasts, lifting them, pulling at the nipples. She moaned and a sudden wetness surged between her legs.

Her tail lashed briefly then joined her hands exploring her breasts, the spade cupping one nipple, then the other, soft, warm, stiff. She cried out, her eyes admiring herself in the mirror. She reached down with one hand, running her fingers across her leather pants, seeking the fastenings. Without ever taking her eyes from her reflection, Nacheyla slid her pants down her hips, stepping gracefully out of them. She stood, naked, before the mirror, admiring the trim lines of her body, admiring the full roundness of her breasts, the nipples dark, swollen, and stiff. She could smell the musky odor of her own need.

She took a step closer to the mirror, raising one leg and pressing her knee firmly against the wall, balancing easily on one bare foot. She watched her reflection as she moved her hand down her body, her fingers caressing, searching. Nacheyla slipped one finger across her clit, moving that small fold back and forth. She moaned deep in her throat, watching herself as she fondled her clit, pulled and pressed, flickering her fingernail across the sensitive bud. She used two fingers to spread her warm folds open, giving her probing finger more access. She gasped, leaning forward to rest her head against the cool, glassy surface of the mirror as a shudder wracked her body, a fresh surge of wetness between her legs.

Her tail slipped between her legs, probing at her wet, slick opening, slipping in and out. She strained, rubbing her clit between two fingers as her tail slid along the lips of her pussy. She panted, running her free hand through her hair, her fingertips seeking her sensitive horns. She grasped one, a bolt of excitement twisting through her body, causing her to scream aloud with pleasure. She panted, watching herself in the mirror, one hand on her horn, one stimulating her clit, her tail ramming into her. Finally, she threw her head back, whipping her hair around, crying out as her climax struck her, sending shuddering bolts of pleasure through her body. She stretched up on tiptoe, pressing her breasts against the surface of the mirror, feeling the coolness against her skin.

With a shudder and a sigh, she put her leg down, resting both feet on the floor. She stood there a moment, her skin coated with a thin layer of sweat, her mouth open, her hair in disheveled tangles around her, her tail limp and relaxed.

Shaking her fingers through her hair, she headed into the bedroom, leaving her clothes on the floor in the hallway. She splashed some lukewarm water onto her face from the washbasin near her bed, then carefully washed herself with a damp towel. She blotted her face, then hung the towel back on the rack next to the basin. Nacheyla sat down on the bed and was reaching for her hairbrush when there was a knock at the door.

"Damn!" she muttered, getting up and searching for her dressing gown. "One minute, please!" She scrabbled around, pulling her dressing gown over her naked body, finding her cloak and pulling it on over her head. She knew she looked ridiculous, but she did not intend to open the door, unless it was someone she was a close friend with. A local sage, knowledgeable in the field of demonology, had told her that she might have gained some of the defenses of demon-kind, including an immunity to fire, but she did not care to discover that the sage was wrong while tied to a stake in the middle of a bonfire.

The knock was repeated. Nacheyla hissed in annoyance, securing her cloak hood over her head.

"Who is it?" she demanded without opening the door.

"It's Felice," a soft, wryly amused voice spoke from the other side. "I'm a friend of Michelle's."

Nacheyla hesitated, then opened the door, grabbed the stranger by the upper arm and dragged her inside, slamming the door behind her.

Nacheyla paused, staring at the stranger in astonishment. A pair of vivid green eyes with elliptical pupils regarded her with sly amusement. The girl, no older than seventeen, had long tawny hair with black ends, an aloof smile, and a set of whiskers sprouting from her cheeks, on either side of her nose. These whiskers trembled with something like mirth as Nacheyla studied her. A pair of furry pointed ears, cream colored with black tips poked out of the wealth of hair, near the top of her head. She was wearing a short white cotton shirt, revealing a slender flat stomach and short, tight leather pants, ending just below her knee, revealing a muscular, shapely calf and a delicate, tiny ankle. Nacheyla blinked in surprise as she noticed a tail, cat-like rather than spaded, held aloft, the end curling like a question.

Slowly, she traced the outline of the girl back up, til she reached the face. A half-second later, the girl leapt forward, closing the space between them until they were eye to eye.

"Boo!" she cried. Nacheyla staggered backwards in shock, reaching for her sword, which wasn't at her hip. The cat-girl laughed, a pure, delighted sound.

"What the hell?" Nacheyla stood warily, poised for battle.

"I'm a friend of Michelle's," the girl repeated, looking bored and annoyed. "My name is Felice. Michelle said you were feeling bored and lonely and I was in charge today, so I thought I'd stop by." She glanced at Nacheyla, as if dismissing her, and began to comb her fingers through her hair.

"You're a friend of Michelle's?" Nacheyla stood down, relaxing somewhat. Michelle, one of Nacheyla's friends, had only just recently confessed her strange history. Michelle shared her body with several other people, both male and female. Seven souls residing in one shape-changing form. Nacheyla had been surprised, but in the end, she decided that it did not make Michelle any different. She was still Michelle, still Nacheyla's friend and comrade. In the explanation, Nacheyla had met a few of the other dwellers, Yohko and Brad. She thought hard and remembered Michelle talking about Felice. Nacheyla reached up and pulled the cloak off, revealing her demonic features.

"I said that, right?" Felice blinked slowly once, twice, then proceeded to comb her hair through her fingers.

Nacheyla watched, fascinated, as the slender white fingers stroked through long strands of tawny hair. Felice seemed totally absorbed in her grooming. Nacheyla's breath seemed to catch in her throat as she traced her eyes down Felice's body, watching as the girl's movements flexed smoothly. She licked her lips as Felice lifted her arm, pulling her short shirt up, revealing the creamy white skin of her lower breast. Felice glanced over at her, her nose and whiskers twitching in surprise. She caught Nacheyla's eye and slowly, deliberately, crossed her own eyes. Nacheyla blinked.

"Sorry," she turned towards the sofa in the living room. "I didn't mean to stare. Would you care for some refreshment?" Felice trotted along behind her, uttering a delighted mew, then suddenly, Nacheyla felt a soft hand bat at her spaded tail. She whipped around, startled. Felice yowled, then chased Nacheyla's tail around to the other side batting at the spade. The girl pounced, laughing, catching Nacheyla's tail in both hands. With a quick jerk, Felice opened her mouth, lightly nipping at the spade. Nacheyla jerked, a sudden heat spreading up her tail like fire and she cried out, a soft sound of pleasure. She felt a renewed longing spread up her belly from her groin.

Felice stopped suddenly, looking up at Nacheyla from the floor, her eyes wide. She opened her mouth, dropping Nacheyla's tail.

"Cream would be nice," Felice said, getting to her feet with casual grace, brushing her pants off. Nacheyla nodded, and moved into the kitchen, gathering her tail to her, almost protectively. She opened the cold box, pulling out a small bottle of milk. "In a bowl." Felice purred, slipping up behind Nacheyla and pulling her tail free from Nacheyla's protective grasp, running a finger lightly down the length. Nacheyla shuddered with repressed lust, nodding. Fetching down a goblet and a saucer from the cabinet, she filled one with cream, the other with deep red wine. Felice perched on the very edge of her chair, tucking her feet under her. She leaned forward, her whiskers quivering in anticipation, then, taking a quick, almost casual glance at Nacheyla, she slowly extended her tongue. She licked at the cream, swallowing and sighing with pleasure. She purred, licking at the cream again.

Nacheyla sunk bonelessly into her chair, the wineglass held but forgotten in one hand as she watched Felice. Felice paused, peering at Nacheyla from over the bowl, running her tongue slowly over her lips, her mouth twisted invitingly into a smile. She licked the corner of her mouth, then bent back to the cream. Lick... purr... pause... Nacheyla closed her eyes, her body thrumming to a hidden desire. She swallowed hard, then moistened her throat with a sip of wine, barely tasting the tartness. Felice licked at the cream, watching Nacheyla steadily, her eyes never leaving Nacheyla's, holding her gaze, fascinated. Lick... swallow... purr. Felice's tail twitched, ever so slightly.

Finally finished with her cream, Felice stood and stretched. Nacheyla watched her as the soft white shirt lifted again, pulling taut against the girl's firm breasts, revealing the half-globes of the undersides of her breasts. Nacheyla stared as, for just an instant, she saw the pink flash of Felice's aureole. Felice grinned smugly as she caught Nacheyla's eye again. She hesitated, then shrugged, not pulling her shirt back down into place, leaving that tempting white flesh exposed. Felice turned, her smooth body in profile and stretched again, catlike, going down on her knees and extending her arms past her head, flexing the muscles in her buttocks and sleek thighs. Nacheyla licked her lips as she watched the muscles twitch along Felice's inner thigh, the cattail standing straight up like an exclamation point.

Casually, outwardly calm but trembling inside, Nacheyla stood up, moving over to Felice, who was still on her hands and knees. She lowered one hand and almost absent-mindedly stroked Felice's head, just behind her ears, running her fingers through the fine, soft tawny hair. Felice raised up onto her knees, resting her head against Nacheyla's thigh, purring. Her hands, sly and soft, slid inside the dressing gown, kneading at Nacheyla's legs, caressing her calves and knees. Nacheyla shivered, feeling Felice's warm breath through the thin material of the dressing gown. Nacheyla's tail flickered out, caressing the length of Felice's back, curling around the girl's firm buttocks. Felice purred, turning her head, licking Nacheyla's leg through the material. Nacheyla gasped, feeling desire surge through her body and stepped backwards, reflexively. She sat down hard in the chair behind her. Felice uttered a low, passionate mew, then pounced, her quick hands sliding upwards to the belt at Nacheyla's waist.

A moment later, the dressing gown slid to the floor and Nacheyla leaned backwards, naked under Felice's exploring hands and questing tongue. Locking her feet around the legs of the chair, Nacheyla leaned backwards, tensing her whole body, placing her hands on the floor on the other side of the chair. Felice growled low in her throat, a soft, sultry noise that send shivers down Nacheyla's spine. Her whiskers quivering, Felice licked Nacheyla's knee, her hands reaching up for Nacheyla's soft, full breasts. Nacheyla moaned, twitched slightly as Felice covered her breasts with her palms, gently cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples erect with gentle friction. With a quick motion, Felice took her hands away, leaned back slightly and pulled her shirt off, revealing her pert breasts and round, swollen nipples. Leaning forward again, she laid her hands against Nacheyla's hips, then licked slowly at her clit, slowly, sensually, with the same delicate pauses as she had licked the cream. Nacheyla gasped, cried out, tried to sit. Felice firmly pushed her back down, sucking and licking at the sensitive clit, flickering her tongue lightly over it. Nacheyla reached forward, running her fingers over Felice's hair, pulling the girl to her as her clit throbbed in response to Felice's questing tongue.

Felice slid one finger into Nacheyla's warm well, then another. She slid them in and out, creating exciting friction, pressing upwards from within. At the same time, she licked her clit, probing, prodding, gentle but maddening. Nacheyla twitched, shuddering as a wave of pleasure flowed over her, leaving her gasping and shaking as it passed.

Nacheyla sat up, her hands seeking Felice's warm body. She cupped Felice's breasts, causing the girl to gasp with pleasure, leaning backwards, her mouth open. Nacheyla leaned forward, licking at the girl's stiff nipples, hearing her utter little cries of pleasure. Gently she sucked on breast, thumbing the other nipple stiff and hard. She reached down, her hands seeking Felice's center of pleasure, touching her through the cloth, rubbing gently, letting the material provide additional friction. Nacheyla pulled Felice to her feet, never ceasing to rub at her clit, pulling at it through the cloth of her pants. Felice moaned, her hands going to Nacheyla's head, pulling her close. Nacheyla sucked a nipple obligingly, her free hand unfastening the pants and pulling them free. Still, she kept pressure on Felice's clit, rubbing it carefully between her finger and thumb, causing the girl to shiver and cry out in delight. Nacheyla leaned back a moment, her finger and thumb still rubbing the girl's clit between them, looking at her perfect, naked body. Felice trembled and gasped, nearly climaxing. Just then, almost cruelly, Nacheyla removed her hand, turning the girl around. Felice moaned, desperately wanting.

Nacheyla pulled the girl to her, pressing her full breasts to Felice's bare back. She wrapped her leg around Felice's leg, her tail wrapping firmly around the other leg. Slowly, she pulled the girl's legs apart. She licked at Felice's slender neck, her hands moving to Felice's breasts again, pulling at the nipples. Felice moaned, arching her chest forward, more fully into Nacheyla's hands. Nacheyla trailed one hand down Felice's ribs, across her stomach and over the sensitive skin just above her pubic hair, feeling the muscles jump and throb. With cruel slowness, she reached for Felice's clit again, slowly bringing her fingers close, then away again. Teasingly, she pulled at Felice's nipples, first one, then the other, her other hand trailing close to Felice's clit, then away. Felice squirmed, trying to move herself into the path of Nacheyla's fingers, but she was trapped, held firm by Nacheyla's legs and tail. She panted, a fine layer of sweat springing from her pores.

"Please," she cried, her voice throbbing with need. "Please."

Nacheyla laughed softly, pressing her lips to the girl's throat, her fingers tingling over Felice's clit again, causing the girl to thrust her hips forward.

"In time," she said, licking behind Felice's throat. Felice trembled, her breasts quivering. Nacheyla took both breasts in her hands, flickering her fingers over the stiff nipples. Nacheyla smiled, sliding her hand down to the girl's clit again, this time rubbing it firmly between her thumb and forefinger. Felice cried out in passion and relief, arching her chest forward again. Nacheyla dipped her forefinger into Felice's wet well, still rubbing the clit with her thumb, pushing her finger up from inside. A warm rush of wetness soaked Nacheyla's hand as Felice spasmed, screaming.

"Oh! Oh!" she cried out, arching backwards, pushing against Nacheyla, her hands clutched in her hair. "Oh, yes!" With another quiver, Felice relaxed, settling against Nacheyla's chest, content.

Nacheyla kissed Felice's white shoulder.

"Thank you, dear," she whispered to Felice, her mouth moving against the tender flesh of the girl's neck. "I don't feel so bored and lonely anymore."

The End