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Mira was not feeling like herself. Literally, as she had woken up in a strange body, seated at a banquet table across from Zenos yae Galvus and an annoyingly gleeful Fandaniel, decked out in a formal waiter’s garb. She didn’t deign to listen to him at first, mocking her as she struggled to comprehend what had befallen her. Zenos sat quietly, taking a bite of food every so often as the Ascian elaborated, knowing it would make her seethe.
Setting down his fork, Zenos finally spoke, his words hitting right in Mira’s heart as he forced her to contemplate their relationship. Always full of tension, as a band pulled back to the point of breaking, ready to snap; the electric crackle of the sky as it anticipates a strike of lightning. He was more than just an enemy; he was her equal, regardless of his prior defeat at her hands. Her victory then was tinged with pure luck and the hopes of her friends, and while she had grown stronger since, so had he. His obsession with her too had flourished in tandem. Her eyes flicked to his lips, curving subtly into a soft smile.
“The chaos and destruction that my hordes have wrought… are my gifts to you alone.” Mira heard the squeal of the wood tabletop as she gripped it almost painfully. Arenvald… Nidhana… Jullus… just a few of the lives he had interfered with. Mira hung her head, fighting with her feelings, teeth grinding in her suddenly dry mouth.
“At a loss for words? No matter. As you will learn, I have only just begun.” Zenos added, standing.
“Oh? Will you not finish your meal?” Fandaniel asked as Zenos strode away from the table.
“There is only one thing that can sate my hunger, and it would seem my friend has lost her appetite,” the Prince replied, turning to stare at her. “I hoped this display of civility might prove an entertaining diversion, but clearly we are above such pretensions.”
Zenos continued to walk away, towards a darkened area of the room. “While my lifeless body was in the possession of the Ascian, I too claimed another’s as my own.” Mira rolled her eyes, even though neither could see beneath the clunky helmet she wore. The man was as expository as ever, Mira expelling a loud sigh when he continued. “It was an entertaining experience, to fight in an unfamiliar form. Flaws and failings in my technique were plain to see…. Whence rises one’s true strength? The flesh? The soul? Perhaps you should like to discover the answer for yourself.”
At last her eyes fell upon what he was standing before - her own lifeless body slumped on some sort of throne. “Or… together,” Zenos posited, softly smiling at her when she jumped up from her seat, stumbling on unfamiliar legs as she tried to run to him, his eyes glowing red with his avatar’s presence.
She gasped when Zenos fell, lifeless to the floor, only to watch her own eyes open a moment later. She still saw his malice as he looked at her from them, forming her mouth into a smirk. Lifting her hand, he made a show of bidding her farewell, before he vanished, Mira grasping at nothing as she lunged towards her body.
“Oh dear! Whatever would happen if my lord were to greet your friends as you? I shudder to imagine what carnage he would wreak!” Fandaniel exclaimed, positively ecstatic. Mira’s mind was racing, looking for any exit out of this blasted tower, only hoping she could get back to the camp before Zenos did. “Oh, are you feeling a bit worried? A bit frightened?” he taunted, a wide smile on his lips. “We’d better hurry if we want to avert the bloodbath….”
“Perhaps… perhaps you should put me in his body then,” Mira said in a voice that was not her own, spinning to face Fandaniel. “Would only be fair , yes?” She had no idea if this spur-of-the-moment plan would work, the stranger’s voice shaking as she planted the seed.
She internally scoffed at her own doubt; of course he would bite, chaos was like a fine wine to him.
Fandaniel barked a laugh, resting his cheek on his hand. “Hmm… you do raise a good point. And to imagine his lordship’s, or rather, your face when he sees you…. Oh, how delightful!”
In an instant, Mira fell to her knees, feeling as if all the breath had been vacuumed from her lungs.
“Ah, yes, not the most pleasant feeling,” she heard Fandaniel say from somewhere near her. She scrabbled at her chest, gasping, almost overjoyed when she saw blackness tug at her vision, leading her into unconsciousness.
She came to a few moments later, Fandaniel’s face in front of hers, a damnable smirk on his lips. She held her hands - no, Zenos’s hands in front of her face, admiring their sheer size as she caught her breath. The Ascian chuckled, moving clear of her as she shambled to her feet. She nearly lost her balance, the Garlean being much taller than her, and with a completely different center of gravity. She tried to look at herself, knowing she must have looked like a fool, spinning around and swinging her head over her shoulders to glance at all this new body had to offer.
“How do you feel, hero?” the Ascian asked, not even attempting to hide his amusement.
“...Powerful,” she replied after a moment, curling Zenos’s fingers into fists at her side. His voice rumbled in her chest, deep and seductive as she hummed, adrenaline flooding the veins of her borrowed body.
“Oho! Is the feeling that much different from your own flesh?” Fandaniel asked, but Mira was too enthralled by the Garlean’s large form to reply. She flashed him a look, having to temper her hand from grabbing his throat and squeezing.
“Enough talking, take me to him,” Mira said, still reeling that Zenos’s voice came forth from her lips. Fandaniel cocked his head with another infuriating smile.
“You can thank me for my generosity later,” he said before she was whisked away by the aether.
The warmth of the tower faded quickly as she was dropped into the cold of Garlemald, managing to land on her feet. She brushed Zenos’s long hair back, tucking it behind an ear and trying not to admit how much softer it was than her own. Looking around, much easier with this body’s taller height, she quickly spied her swathe of dark hair, stark against the ice and snow. Zenos didn’t seem to be in a hurry, walking at a normal pace towards the camp. She couldn’t hear any more sounds of distress from that direction, whether that was a good thing or not, she couldn’t rightly say.
Mira began to run, having to take a few awkward strides before finding comfort in how long his gait was, unable to hide a smile as she flew ever closer to her body snatcher.
“Zenos!” she called out when she was nearly on him, seeing him turn to face her with a confused expression, right as she bowled into him, knocking them both to the ground. After a brief moment to recover having the wind knocked out of her, Mira quickly grabbed her body’s hands, pinning them to the ground by her wrists.
“I really am quite small compared to you, aren’t I?” she mused, reveling in how easy it was to keep her body pinned beneath this mass of a man.
“What exactly are you doing in my body?” Zenos asked, clearly annoyed.
“Finders keepers,” she said with a low chuckle, gripping his wrists harder when he tried to free his hands. “And I thought I’d prevent you from harming even a single hair on my friends’ heads.”
“Perhaps I only wanted to talk with your compatriots,” he replied, pushing with all his strength to shove her new body off of him. But Mira had surprised him, had pinned him with strategic positioning, and he was trapped. Feeling him struggle beneath her heated her borrowed flesh, hips unconsciously rutting against him as she sucked in a breath. She met her own eyes, Zenos looking through them, more amused than she thought possible. Taking advantage of Mira’s distraction, he slipped his hands free from her grip, placing them flat on her stomach and caressing up her chest before settling on either side of her neck. Fingertips ghosted over the scar there, evidence of his transcendent death at his own hands. Mira halted a groan in her throat, but knew Zenos could feel her thighs tense where she still straddled his hips.
What was coming over her? She… wanted him, wanted to touch him, to kiss him, consume him; a pounding urge drumming at her core. This had to be some… lingering effect of her occupying his body, some facet of his own thoughts…. Did he truly think of her in this way as well? Not just his prey, or his enemy to be conquered, but also as a lover? It wasn’t that far fetched, considering he was her equal, her mirror, everything wrong and right at the same time. He knew she was the only one worthy of him, the only one who would take everything he gave, and beg for more. More pleasure, more pain. They would burn the life out of one another forever chasing a higher bliss, and she desired it, that mutual destruction.
“It seems we are in quite the… interesting predicament, my beast,” he said, his tone so seductive that Mira wanted to sink her teeth into the fragile skin of his neck, hearing him howl in pleasured pain. “Perhaps a detour is in order, hm?”
The familiar wave of aether teleportation washed over her, and she soon found herself with Zenos inside an abandoned home, still in Garlemald by the scant decor she could see in the room. For a fleeting moment, she wondered why he didn’t simply use this trick to free himself before. Gathering her bearings, she jumped when she felt a hand at her crotch, her own delicate one, wielded by a wicked man.
“Shall we slake our thirst together like this?” he suggested, Mira feeling lips pressing against her jaw, teeth dragging downwards hard enough to make her gasp. It was too difficult to fight, her pants becoming almost unbearably tight as Zenos nibbled and licked at her neck. “Or I could always go and slaughter your friends as intended,” he added, licking a lewd stripe back up the bruised skin. Mira grasped a handful of coal-black hair, tugging Zenos’s head back roughly to capture his mouth in a searing kiss. Their first proper kiss, the passion and hatred and disgust there despite their incorrect bodies, flames licking at their mouths as they gave in.
“I am not letting you out of my sight.” She picked him up with ease, spying a dusty dining table at the corner of the room, setting him down on his back a little more roughly than she intended. She tore at the buttons of his coat, chasing each sliver of revealed skin with her lips, so soft and warm amidst the cold, stagnant air of the house.
Once the coat was open, she tugged up his shirt where it was tucked into his skirt, palming his stomach with calloused hands. Mira was no stranger to her own body, but seeing it through Zenos’s eyes was altogether different; not bad, just… new . Her scars were almost distracting… they seemed fainter, smaller in both number and size when she’d examine them in a mirror. She traced over the one cresting on her hip, the largest and most angry, gifted to her by the man whose body she was borrowing during their duel atop the Royal Menagerie. Zenos shivered at her touch, grasping her hand to move it to caress his chest where it was exposed, skin pebbled with goosebumps. She leaned down to kiss him, sliding a hand inside the flaps of his coat to squeeze at a full, soft breast, feeling his hands deftly unbutton her trousers. Mira groaned at the relief of the erection between her legs being freed from its confines, her own delicate hand teasingly stroking the searing flesh. She glanced down, surprised at the sheer size the Garlean Prince had been blessed with, mind going blank for a moment as she watched it bounce upwards when she jutted her hips to slip further into his teasing hand.
“Have me, hero,” Zenos said in Mira’s voice, hands now working on the skirt and leggings, pushing them down as far as he could reach until Mira took over, peeling them over his calves and dropping them to the floor.
“You are enjoying this far too much,” Mira teased, pressing herself against him to a collective groan as their sexes touched, slick fluids spreading overheated skin.
“Of course I am…. Never could I have even dreamt of this,” Zenos replied, sitting up to wrap his arms around her middle. He scooted to the edge of the table, hooking his legs over her hips, intent to look in her eyes when she took him.
“So you do dream of me,” she added, fisting her cock with one large hand, tentatively stroking. Zenos’s body reacted as expected, a quick jerk of the hips with every touch, the need to bury herself inside something warm and wet reaching a fever pitch.
“I expect I haunt yours as well,” he said, urging her forward, heels pressing into her ass insistently. It wasn’t entirely untrue; she had seared it into her memory every time he’d looked at her with that red-hot desire, pure carnal need , and his face would often appear plastered to the back of her eyelids on those lonely nights when she found her hand slipping between her soaked thighs. She could have anyone she wanted, yet it was his visage she yearned for, the thought of his heavy body atop hers that had her biting down hard on the meat of her thumb to keep quiet through her bliss. Even on occasions when she would take a lover for the night, it was the thought of him fucking her that would bring her to climax, always having to be extra careful not to shout out the wrong name.
Lining herself up, she had one singular clear thought of what they were about to do, but any restraint flew out the window as she was guided inside, warmth drawing her in deeper with each tiny thrust. Zenos had closed his borrowed eyes, biting his lip as Mira sheathed fully within, a blush sitting high on his cheeks and his grip tightening on her coat. She leaned in to kiss him, eager tongue sliding quickly into his mouth as she set a pace. Mira didn’t hide any of her noises, Zenos’s tenor giving them beautiful life as she fucked him, one broad hand splayed over his lower back to have her bottoming out on every rough push back inside.
Zenos gave as good as he got, arching into her and making her feel as if she was the one being fucked. But Mira had an advantage, considering it was her own body. Tugging a glove off with her teeth, she snaked her free hand down between them, using Zenos’s thumb to circle over her swollen bud, beyond delighted when a lewd, drawn-out moan reached her ears. She smirked, watching Zenos twist her face into every expression of pleasure, mouth hanging open as she relentlessly swirled over his pleasure point. He didn’t need to say he was close, Mira attaching her lips to Zenos’s neck, sucking hard enough to bruise; knowing a little bit of pain would tip him right over the precipice.
“ Mira ,” he moaned, unable to silence a beautiful cry, clinging to her desperately while his borrowed body twitched with every spark of bliss. He rarely called her by her name, though he’d been spoiled by her; sneering, shouting, cursing him by his. Teeth bared, Zenos rode out his orgasm, Mira unyielding as she continued to stroke his clit, having him choke on the overstimulation until a near-silent ’please’ reached her ears. She withdrew her hand, feeling him relax, leaning heavily against her.
“Open,” she commanded, tugging his head back by his hair to look into teary eyes. His lips parted, and she pressed her thumb onto his tongue, the digit slick with his pleasure. “Suck,” she continued, still gently thrusting into him, just enough to feel his cunt squeeze around her impressive girth with the last twitches of bliss. He obeyed, tongue slipping around the intrusion, moaning at the taste. She smeared his spit over his cheek, pushing him onto his back on the table once again. Pulling out, she grabbed his legs, easily lifting them to rest his ankles on her broad shoulders. She wanted to watch as she ruined him again, sheathing herself back inside in one fluid thrust.
Mira knew their time was running short, and she intended to have her pleasure. She couldn’t stop the curses dripping from her lips, the debauched comments, the moans and grunts as she pounded into him. “How does it feel, being at my mercy? Do you like it, monster? ” She did wish she was in her own body, to hear him saying these things to her in his silken voice.
“Yes,” he rasped, “take what you will…. Consume me, my beast. I am your prey.” His rhythmic moans spurred Mira on, driving into him as hard as she could muster, hoping she would leave bruises, never allowing her to forget how perfect it felt, how she was made for him. She felt Zenos place a hand on her neck, almost teasingly soft. He bared down on her, pressing his chest to hers, watching her own deep blue eyes roll back into her head, the hand on her neck increasing pressure as yet another orgasm washed over him, cunt squeezing her cock with force.
Mira cursed, his hand gripping her neck tightly as she finally stilled, spending herself deep inside, the lack of oxygen only heightening her pleasure. Her hips jumped a few more times, Zenos’s name mumbled on her lips. The hand on her neck relaxed, falling back to the tabletop, both of them supremely and utterly fucked. She found his lips with her own, tasting the salt on his skin as she lazily swirled her tongue with his, brushing dark hair back from his forehead. They stared into each others’ eyes, a different sort of want shining brightly within them. She couldn’t stop the soft caress to his cheek, one that he leaned into, kissing her palm.
“Well, well!” she heard from somewhere behind her, her head whipping around to find the voice, cock slipping free. “I was hoping for chaos but this has gone beyond even my wildest expectations!” Fandaniel said, cackling as Mira struggled to tuck herself back into her pants. “I do hope the both of you had fun .”
“You’d better hope I don’t slaughter you for allowing my beast to borrow my body without supervision,” Zenos replied, not bothering to cover up in the slightest. At least Mira had a touch of modesty for his flesh.
Fandaniel ignored him, pacing back and forth for a moment. “It seems you’ve lost your window, my lord, the Scions have the camp already back to working order, unfortunately able to keep its inhabitants from tempering....” Mira breathed a sigh of relief, feeling incredibly guilty for not having gone directly there. “Seems the only thing yet to do is switch you back.”
“ Thank the Twelve ,” she mumbled, aware of the irony of her statement being in Zenos’s voice. That breathless sensation overcame her again, clawing at Zenos’s throat as she tried to breathe, slumping to the ground.
When Mira woke, she was back in her own body, feeling small and weak and terribly tired, a pounding soreness between her legs that she knew would take days to fade completely. Zenos was standing in front of her, holding her previously discarded clothing, Mira trying to cover as much of herself as she could with her short jacket, tucking her legs beneath her with a strained effort. He closed the distance between them, handing her the garments. She tried not to look at him, didn’t want to see that self-satisfied look on his face, but when she inevitably did, he was looking down at her with a strange sort of reverence, or appreciation. He placed a large hand on her shoulder, his mouth right by her ear.
“I hope you find yourself satisfied, my beast,” he whispered, clearly not wanting the Ascian to overhear. “I for one shall never forget our time together, but next time… oh, next time , my prey, you shall feel this body wielded with… skill ,” he promised, kissing her temple, his lips lingering there for far too long. He pulled back, that smirk on his lips, but Mira echoed it, hoping he couldn’t sense the way her insides pulsed at his vow.
“There won’t be a next time,” she replied, not daring to look away first. Zenos turned his back to her, striding over to where Fandaniel waited, a portal appearing behind them.
“...Liar,” Zenos said before he was quickly whisked away.