Fallen Brides: Merce — A Very Speedy Transformation

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Here's this weeks update, just in the nick of time. (Personal circumstances delayed me.) These 2,800-odd words bring us through the corruption/transformation scene, which is probably a disappointment to those of you who particularly look forward to those. We're still just shy of halfway done, however, so there are a lot of developments yet to come.

Expect a slightly longer section at a slightly earlier time next week.

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A mud-like clump of mana appeared under me. Tendrils reached up from it to tie my hands behind my back. It felt disgusting — lukewarm and slimy. Dread shot through me. I twisted and turned, but there was nothing I could do to resist.

Then the lilim touched my breastplate. It came away easily in her hand, exposing the symbols of the "woman" I had tried to suppress. No matter how much I tried to act like those pointlessly huge, eye-catching things that forced me to face the fact that I was a woman didn't exist, they were still there.

To make matters worse, Elt was right in front of me. His face — and his gaze — was angled toward my chest. Then he looked away. A moment too late. It might have only been for a moment, but Elt had seen my breasts. My shame, my anger at the lilim, and my fear of what was about to be done to me escaped as a soundless scream.

The lilim decided to hit me while I was down.

"You mustn't avert your eyes. Look," she ordered Elt. There was magic in her voice.

Elt looked surprised as his eyes moved — were forced to move — to my chest. This time, he didn't look away, even for a moment. He wasn't allowed to.

"Don't look! Don't look...!"

His piercing gaze bored relentlessly into my chest. I couldn't help feeling ashamed, but the fact that I did was proof that I was a woman. I didn't want to acknowledge it. I tried to escape by turning my face away from Elt and shouting. It wasn't enough.

"Oh my... What are you saying? Don't you realize your darling is watching you?"

The lilim ran her fingers down the upper surface of my breasts, almost flicking the nipples as she passed over them. Her touch alone was enough to create a faint, tantalizing heat in my chest.

"Y, you're wro—!"

As her fingertips flicked my nipples, something sweet tingled down my spine. It was completely unfamiliar to me — I had never even masturbated before. Still, I knew immediately that it was pleasure.

Surprise and fear of the strange pleasure assailed me, as well as revulsion. Even so, I couldn't repress a little gasp. It sounded almost like I enjoyed it.

My nipples were swollen, erect, and ached faintly by the time her fingers left them.

I don't think of Elt that way...! I couldn't... love him, or anything womanish like that...!

I mentally denied the lilim's words. Loving a man would make me, unmistakably, a woman.

"I am not wrong," the lilim retorted, adding insult to injury. "You turned your back to me out of concern for him. You gave me enough of an opening to finish the fight then and there if I'd cared to... Would a warrior like you be so distracted by a man you didn't care for? And it looks as though you couldn't bring yourself to abandon him, either... Hee hee..."

As she spoke, she gripped my nipples and rolled them back and forth between her fingers. Her every movement sent an electric shock of pleasure racing through me and made my body twitch and jump against my will. At the same time, I was losing so much strength that I couldn't have moved deliberately if I'd wanted to.

I grit my teeth and tried to keep quiet, but I couldn't stop gasps from slipping out. Heat was also building up deep inside me, and my skin was starting to flush. I could feel my nipples getting even harder as my body sought pleasure. I didn't want to acknowledge it. I didn't want to admit that I was enjoy it. Like a woman.

But I had no choice. It was a fact. And that fact was drawing out the hatred and fear of womanhood that had been etched into my heart and making it grow.

And the lilim's words had shaken me. It was true that no one could take Elt's place in my heart. Still, that didn't mean I had feelings for him as a woman. I cared for him as a subordinate, a student, a friend. Of course I was scared of losing him. Most of the time, I could have rejected the idea out of hand. But there was a part of me that thought, "maybe," just for a moment... and I was desperate to shake it off.

"Besides... Even though you should have come alone, you went out of your way to bring him along..."

While kneading my nipples between her fingers, she was slowly, but surely and thoroughly rubbing my chest. Every time her index and middle fingers sunk into my breasts, they rubbed my nipples, which were sandwiched between them, and made my body jump with pleasure.

And, as she kneaded my breasts, a hot, syrupy pleasure, different from what my nipples felt, assailed me. The two pleasures overlapped, reinforcing each other as they gradually built up in my body and made it flush hotter and hotter.

The gasps that I tried — and failed — to stifle were gradually turning into cries. Cries that sounded uncomfortably like the pleasured moans I'd heard from monsters on my way here. A woman's cries.

I'd never made sounds like that before. It felt genuinely unpleasant. It horrified me. I wanted to cover my ears, but I couldn't.

It was true that bringing Elt here was a mistake I would normally never have made. At the time, all the reasons to bring him with me had come straight to mind. The reasons to leave him behind hadn't. I should have realized that.

Still, that was just a coincidence. I told myself that the lilim was trying to shake me, and her words had only happened to hit their mark.

"The look on your face says you still want to deny it... My, aren't you stubborn."

The lilim took one hand off my breasts and turned my head so we were face to face. I was forced to meet her gaze at close quarters. Her crimson eyes were smiling. That woman — my mother — had certainly never looked at me so kindly.

The lilim's words seemed intended to admonish me. Her other hand, however, was still violating my chest.

The swirling pleasure was steadily building up in my body. My moans were matching it by getting steadily louder. I couldn't hold them in.

Then the lilim made me face forward again.

"Look there... See? He wants you..."

I saw Elt, his face flushed, staring eagerly at me. His chest heaved restlessly, telling me that he was breathing heavily. When I looked down, I saw a huge swelling on his un-armored crotch. He looked both strained and apologetic.

When I looked back up to his face, our eyes met. His gaze seemed to say he was sorry, but flames of lust smoldered in his eyes.

He hadn't lost his reason. He was desperately struggling to suppress the impulse. Even so, his lust was reaching me through his gaze...

Elt had been my emotional support, and now he was lusting for me. He was seeing me as a woman.

I looked away — too late — but I couldn't get the sight out of my mind. I ordered it to disappear. I tried to focus on something else. It was still there.

It felt like someone I'd trusted had betrayed me. It felt like the world had collapsed. I was in despair.

"Ah... Aah...!"

In spite of that — and against my will — the pleasure the lilim was giving me continued to build up, intensify, and swell.

"Oh... You're about to cum, aren't you? He's watching. Hee hee hee..."

Then the swelling was suddenly bursting. Something was coming.

"Ooh, eee! Aaaahh!?"

No sooner had I thought that than a torrent of pleasure began to sear its way through my entire body. It washed over my mind, which had been buried in fear and revulsion, and sent it flying far, far away. My limbs spasmed out of my control. With no idea what was happening to my body, I let out a high-pitched cry.

"Didn't that feel good? Wasn't it lovely? He looks like he's getting there too... We'll have to give him more to look at, now won't we?"

The pleasure subsided, and I finally realized that I'd just climaxed. The afterglow made me feel like I was floating. My mind was blank. The pleasure that had built up in my body was receding little by little, like a tide going out. The hot flush that covered my skin, on the other hand, was intensifying.

Then, the lilim's hand crept down from my chest. It unfastened my trousers and slipped inside.

"Ah... Stop..."

My body was limp in the aftermath of my climax. There was nothing I could do to resist. A weak protest was the most I could manage. I was aware that it sounded like begging, but I had no other choice.

"Your underpants are sopping wet... Here, let me take them off for you."

The lilim had no mercy. Her hand seized on my underclothes as she whispered a fact I didn't want to acknowledge in my ear.

I shut my eyes. I couldn't bear to look. But I could still feel her slowly, teasingly, showily stripping me.

"Oh, he just swallowed hard," the lilim whispered in my ear, so close that I could feel her breath."He looks so turned on..."

What she said was hard for me to accept. Elt being aroused by me forced me to acknowledge my own womanhood. But even if I kept my eyes shut tight and tried to believe the lilim was lying, I couldn't help picturing the scene she described. My imagination conjured up the look on his face, his breathing, and the light in his eyes as vividly and realistically as if I was really seeing them.

Then, when she had pulled my underpants down around my knees, the lilim's fingers finally crept toward my groin...

"Aah..."

She was stroking me in ways that even I never had. Her fingers were slick and wet. My body was so sensitive after my climax that that was enough to squeeze limp moans out of it. My body — a woman's body — was accepting the pleasure in spite of what my mind wanted.

"He's breathing hard. And how he's staring at you..."

The lilim's words tricked me into feeling as if Elt really was staring at me.

No, she's wrong... She has to be! Elt would never...!

I was determined to deny it. Even so, I couldn't shake the feeling.

To make matters worse, the lilim was flicking, squeezing, and rubbing my clitoris through its protective hood...

"Ah... Mmm... Aahn... Aah..."

I'd known it was sensitive, but I'd never really touched it myself. The lilim playing with my most sensitive part now, while I was still feeling the linger effects of my orgasm, far surpassed anything I'd imagined. It was impossible to describe.

In the blink of an eye, I'd been forced to another little climax. Then another. And another.

I didn't have the strength to move, but my body still responded to the pleasure. Every climax was accompanied by a little, shuddering jerk.

"Hee hee... He's waiting, you know...? Waiting for you to become a lovely woman... A lovely mother..." The lilim whispered gently as the tip of her tail rubbed and prodded to the tip of one of my breasts. One of her hands was on my other breast, while the other continued its determined assault on my clitoris. Its attacks were so intense that nothing she'd done before could compare.

"Aah, ahn... Ah, aah... Aah..."

Climax after climax. Sparks of pleasure flew. My body was burning hot. It throbbed greedily, reveling in the pleasure it received and still wanting more.

My body was now totally limp. All I could do was moan. And Elt's image was still burned into my brain.

Even Elt, my emotional support, was looking at me as a woman. Even he was looking at me with lust. I hadn't even been turned into a monster, and I was still being forced to acknowledge my womanhood.

And mana was flowing into me through the lilim's fingers, and through her tail. I knew that I had to resist, but I no longer had the willpower. I could feel the mana coursing through me, turning me into a monster.

Why...? Why do I have to be... a woman...? In the end... no matter what I do... I'm just like them...! Why...? Why...?

I'd thought I'd cast off my womanhood. That was why I'd chosen the path of battle. I'd kept running, fighting desperately. But I could never get away from the fact that I was a woman. Even the person I'd trusted now served to drive that cruel reality home.

Unable to accept that I was a woman, I denied my own existence. It felt like the whole world had shaken. Intense nausea assailed me, but pleasure forcibly overwrote it. I would have much rather thrown up, but I wasn't even allowed to do that. I was helpless.

My heart was sinking, blotted out by black despair. My mind grew distant, violated by mana. When I next woke up, even my mind would be that of a monster — of a filthy woman. Just imagining it made the despair worse.

No... I don't want to be like her... No! No! No...! I sobbed mentally. I single mindedly kept running from the fact of my womanhood, but it caught up to me anyway.

Then, in the midst of my despair, the mana consumed me. My consciousness ceased and dissolved into darkness.

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"Ngh..."

My mind roused quickly. Waking up had never felt so pleasant. It was light and refreshing.

I opened my eyes and raised my upper body.

A faint, red light lit my surroundings. There was a red moon in the sky, peeking through rents in the clouds.

he first thing that caught my attention was the black, glossy trunk of an enormous snake. Its underbelly was a sensual red color. It was my own lower body.

The human belly that continued from it was a bluish color, impossible in human skin. It was also marked with a crest in a serpent design.

Part of my hair ended in snakes the same shade as my underbelly.

When I saw all that, I understood, with a clear head, that I'd been turned into a monster and I was able to accept that fact without difficulty. I was surprised, of course, but more than that... my heart was filled with delight. It was as if I'd been reborn.

The fear of womanhood that had been beaten into me had vanished without a trace. Now that I was a monster, I could see that that woman — my mother — had only hurt me and my father because human women were weak in both mind and body. But I was different now.

"Mercè..."

I still hadn't fully gotten a handle on my body when a familiar man's voice reached me. Just the voice was enough to make my heart race. It was Elt.

I turned my gaze from my own body to where Elt's voice had come from. I saw him staring at me with a look that was a mixture of confusion, remorse, and arousal. He had a spear in his hand.

Before I'd become a monster, he had been trapped in a magic circle. Now, however, there was nothing to separate me and Elt. Now that I came to look, I realized that Deruella, the lilim who had done me the favor of making me a monster, was gone as well.

"Ah... Elt..."

Just holding him in my gaze made something warm well up deep in my heart and brought a sweet ache to my loins — to my womb. Now that I was a monster, I could understand and accept it: I loved Elt. Even back when I'd been human, I'd loved him so much I couldn't stand it.

There was the way my body had flushed when he carried me home on his back from a night of drinking. There was the way my heart had raced when I pressed against him during our training in an effort to instruct him more attentively. The truth was that, as a woman, my womb had been longing for Elt.

My surge of joy and my uncontainable love naturally entered my voice as I called his name.

"...So, you really are... a monster..." Elt muttered, watching my expression. He sounded pained.

He was gripping his spear tightly, but his hands were trembling. His eyes said that he was conflicted. He was torn between the Order's teachings and his desire not to fight me, not to hurt me.

Properly speaking, once I had become a monster, he should have finished me off while I was sleeping. But he must have waited until I woke up... and he hadn't pointed his weapon at me until he was sure I was a monster in mind as well as body. He was soft as ever. But that was just another thing I loved about him.