The Chimeric Ascension of Lyudmila Springfield

Chapter 46.5: A Fairy’s Fantasy (R-18)

“Listen up, Clone!Master! I’m the bad bitch around here, okay? Me! Tilde! The Tildiest of them all!!! I’m the Cock Gobbling Champion all fairies wished they could be! My pussy has conquered it all, from the micropenises to the ‘holy shit goddamn was your dad part horse’!” said Tilde, who stood face to face with the perfect replication of her adoring Master. The sprite was confident, for sure. With her black hair and nocturnal wings, which had red vein-like lines of mana pulsing through them, she was not what most people considered a ‘proper’ fairy.   

Or even a proper lady, for that matter.  

For good reason, too, since she was eternally reincarnating. Before finding her Transcendent Dark Lord and becoming her Conduit, she wouldn’t be dead for more than a handful of seconds.    

She stood on the dresser in Susize’s room, staring at Clone!Master’s face. Niva and Sekh were preoccupied with other things to be nearby, so deep inside, Tilde knew she could be as loud, gross, or excessive as she wished.    

Clone!Master remained stoic and robotic—nary an emotion or a response plastered on her face. In her current state, the clone's penis was about six inches flaccid, and Tilde barked a command for her to approach. The clone did, albeit it was a single step, and refused to move until Tilde gave another order.  

“I know what you’re doing... Master wants you to play hard-to-get, huh? Well, get that dick over, pronto!” Tilde shouted in her louder-than-life voice while slipping off her dress. Like most fairies, she was flat in the chest, but her nipples were pretty and pink. And they were just as sensitive as even the bustiest of Cowfolk.  

But the size of her breasts was always a struggle for the eternally reincarnating fairy. She had a grudge against those with ‘fat titties’ as she often called them, and often imagined herself as chesty as some of her peers. But with envy came determination, and it was not a lie to say Tilde was very experienced in having sex.  

Living for a long time exposed her to hundreds of sexual fetishes, several of which she practiced. While the clone of her Master approached Tilde, her penis gently swung like a clock’s pendulum. It swayed peacefully, remaining flaccid and asleep as it touched the dresser.  

“Yeah, that’s more like it,” Tilde whispered, skipping a few steps. It was a dichotomy of her preferred actions. Tilde placed her hands on the menacing shaft in front of her as if she wanted to show reverence. In its shrunken state, she was taller than it in its flaccid and erect shape, but Tilde didn’t seem to care about it. Her face pressed against the shaft, her tongue starting its long journey to cover the most supreme cock in her life with her saliva—with her love.   

The penis she caressed soon came to life, growing erect with the passing seconds. “Come on,” Tilde said in a sweet voice. Aren’t you tired of standing? Hurry up and shrink... I’m doing this because you're you, so the most you can do is play along, right?” When the fairy felt her arms phase through her Clone!Master’s cock, she took a step back and watched her turn to slime. From its blubbery, amorphous form, it bounced onto the dresser and took a more suitable form to have sex. Tilde watched with her hands between her thighs, her fingers lightly teasing her moist snatch. Her wings fluttered in sync with the jolts of pleasure flashing up her body.  

While continuing to stare, she crouched and spread her knees, exposing her pussy to a clone of the Master she loved most in the world. She spread it, showing everything without keeping anything hidden. Beckoning the perfect mimic of her Master, her heartbeat increased dramatically as the face she practically worshiped crawled on her hands and knees. When Clone!Master’s face was just a tenth of an inch away—enough to feel the heat of Tilde’s pussy warm her face—Tilde's suddenly felt a chill in her heart...followed by pleasure. The pixie bit her lips and stretched her fairy wings—the veins flashing crimson—as sweat dripped down her brow. “Are you that interested in what I’m offering?” she whispered. “Come, don’t be afraid of my pussy. It’s succulent and juicy—just the way you like it, Master... Yes... That’s a good ‘mera...” Clone!Master’s lips parted to make way for her tongue. It was wet and hot, making the anticipation that much more.  

In fact, this was Tilde’s first time doing it with someone she loved with all her heart. Her previous suitors were mere flings to satiate the growing passion, and not once had she ever told anyone she loved them and meant it.  

But it was different.  

Things were different.   

For the first time in her life, her sole purpose was more than a facet of her identity. The reason for her long, never-ending life was found, and the love she could never give was now flowing from her.  

Literally.  

Before Clone!Master’s tongue had a chance to bless the fairy’s pussy, Tilde climaxed without any physical connection. Her hands were focused on spreading her crotch, but she sprayed her degenerate fluids all over her Clone!Master’s face.   

Falling to her back, her wings folded to prevent injury, but her after-glow was short-lived when a pair of hands grabbed her ankles and raised her legs.  

“Eh? What the... Hey, now... Hold on... I just came—I just—I-I----- Mmmmnnnnn~~~~~ So deep...” Emotions circulated her heart, and she gripped Clone!Master’s hair when her lips kissed Tilde’s long-desired pussy. Her tongue swirled around her folds, forcing her open to finally taste the hidden treasure she’d been teasing Mila with. Instantly, her legs closed, preventing Clone!Master from retreating, but running away wasn’t in the playbook Mila had given her.   

“Goddamn... It’s so fucking incredible...” Tilde moaned. She licked her lips and gyrated her hips, trying to force Clone!Master’s tongue to go even deeper. “Eat that pussy like a good girl... God... I want a cock... I need one...” After ordering the replica to take a break, she flipped to her back and stared with blank, dead eyes. Tilde stood, crouched over Clone!Master’s face and slowly lowered her hips until she was humping her face. The erection she stared so proudly at met her gaze.  

Tilde leaned forward until their stomachs touched, then made sure to arch her back after telling her lover to continue. Meanwhile, she jerked off the cock, peeling back the foreskin until the delicious pink tip was exposed. The smell was different, but Tilde enjoyed it so much that she ran her nose down the shaft while taking in a big whiff. “You’re bigger than my head... Fuck...Even if it’s smaller, how can Big Tits take it so easily when you piledrive her pussy?” 

The tip leaked pre-cum, but Tilde pressed her lips to the cock she wanted to ravage her insides. Her mouth partly opened, allowing it to take refuge on her tongue. Just tasing one—filling her mouth—nonetheless, was enough climax a second time. She tried to sit up, but Clone!Master’s hands smacked her ass, causing her to jerk forward, thereby deepthroating Clone!Master’s penis. It reached the depths of her constricted throat to the point where her nose brushed against a set of polished, smooth balls.  

However, since her Master no longer needed to breathe, Tilde wouldn’t suffocate, so she took this moment in stride to stimulate Clone!Master’s testicles. But then a second cock appeared, giving birth to an extra pair of dangling bits. Slowly, Tilde removed the penis she sucked so hard and licked it clean before jerking off both. Her skin was always so smooth, so her palms and fingers glided up and down the shafts, polishing them. Next, she slathered them with her warm spit. All the while, her hairless, glistening snatch found sanctity on Clone!Master’s tongue.  

“Come on,” she encouraged, her voice low and sultry. “You always let Big Tits drink your milk... Now I want a chance to swallow it... You can fill my throat. You can even spray me with it. Just let me have it, Master... I’ve been waiting a long time for this...” Seconds later, Tilde had her wish as a parallel stream of sperm ejaculated from the two penises, covering her beautiful face in a layer of thick, white seed. The smell was strong, and the semen had trouble sliding through her throat, sticking to it like a thick jelly. Tilde forced it down and savored the taste as it lingered on her soft lips.  

“It’s so delicious... I can’t get enough.” Tilde was cuter than usual—especially after succumbing to her desires and getting rid of her rough, rigid exterior. At her heart, she was like any other woman-- she had few times within her long life to live the way she wanted. If she didn't become what she ended up being, her psyche would’ve been shattered a trillion times over by how despicable life could be.  

But where was that fear? It was certainly nowhere to be found. Crawling forward, she removed her pussy lips from Clone!Master’s mouth and turned around. She was surprised to discover her smiling. She thought the clone skill was too low-level to develop emotions, but she was proud to be wrong. And this time, she was far more gentle with her sweet, syrupy words. 

“Let’s have a proper kiss, Clone!Master... For right now, I want you all to myself...” Tilde laid down on Clone!Master’s stomach. Their erect nipples pressed together as lips touched, causing electrifyingly passionate sparks to travel from one to the other. She worked her tongue, venturing just deep enough inside her mouth to extend an invitation, then retreated and waited for a response.   

It was lewd, sticky, wet, and moist. When Tilde used her knee to grind against the pair of cocks to make them hard again. They sandwiched her thighs, the slimy tips rubbing aggressively against her bare skin. The leaking precum was hot, in multiple definitions, and Tilde moved her hands to her Clone!Master’s face. She softly petted those cheeks, looked into those brown eyes, kissed the tip of her cute nose, and licked her lips the same way Sekh did. “I can be your lion, babe. I can be ferocious and roar with the best of them... I can be anything you want me to be, Master. Anything at all...”  

Her words were nectar and Clone!Master was the bee. Surprising the experienced fairy, she wrapped her arms around her back and put more effort into the kiss while slowly moving her tongue down. Tilde found a pair of expecting nipples—stiff and erect, ready to party, and wasted no time in suckling them like a baby. Even small—and practically non-existent, a mere clone of a chimera made Tilde feel like she was the only woman in the world. Her lover moved her hands down Tilde’s back until coming to her ass, then groped and spread her cheeks apart while a finger ventured close to her pussy.  

The kiss was as intense as a raging fire—enough to cause Tilde to climax. Shivers descended down her body, her eyes partly closed as strength left her, and she permitted Clone!Master to flip her to her back. She lay there like a muse, her beautiful body like a canvas to the marker that was her lover. Her legs slowly spread, allowing Clone!Master to crawl between as she prepared her two cocks. They each shrunk since it wouldn’t fit, but Mila’s gentle kindness was imparted when she made the replica. Slowly, she inserted one, pushing past Tilde’s lower, delicious lips to taste her inner folds with her cock. Then came the second.  

A tight fit would be an understatement, but it didn’t hurt. Tilde was sufficiently wet and ready to accept everything Clone!Master had to offer. Moans fluttered past her sweet lips, allowing her true feelings to be known to the only person in the world that mattered to her. She accepted her penises with love as they scraped her inner folds, which couldn’t compare to a human’s or a beastfolk’s in their tenderness. 

Clone!Master rubbed Tilde’s thighs and started to move. The only thing on her mind, and really, the most vital order Mila gave her was to do all she could to make it as painless and enjoyable as possible because it was her first time with Tilde.   

But more than that, she was a trusted and loved member of Mila’s new family. Emotions and passion ran high when Tilde couldn’t keep her moans to herself. Her face was wet with happy tears, her eyes a glistening beauty that only wanted to stare at her lover. She held her arms up and welcomed Clone!Master into a tight embrace. The clone increased her pace and kissed Tilde, locking lips while forcing her tongue inside. The fairy was meek and submissive, granting access and freedom to do what she wanted to her lover as she created a second tongue. They surrounded Tilde’s tongue and hugged it, producing a mess of spit and salvia.  

Her legs wrapped around Clone!Master’s waist, and her lover slowly removed her cocks, only keeping the tips in before suddenly thrusting it all in at once. The long, deep strokes suited Tilde’s comfy pussy more than quick, hasty stabs. The pressure in her testicles began to build, and her balls tightened. The long strokes slowed down just a hair before one final thrust allowed the semen to burst free, flooding Tilde's insides in the clone’s milk.  

“Ye-- Yes!!! That’s... That’s it... Keep fucking me... I”m close... I’m... I’m... I’m cumming!!!!!!” Tilde arched her back. When her pussy clamped down on the pair of dicks fucking her, she came twice in hasty succession. It was as if her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she soon felt weak. In a daze of pleasure, she suffered a momentary bout of unconsciousness while the clone continued to lick her mouth before coming to her senses.  

It was that...understanding behavior that stuck with the perverse fairy the most. Tilde was treated like a queen—realizing that her needs and care were coming first. She held Tilde close to her chest after leaning back and falling to her ass, slowly stroking her hair and giving her quick kisses on the cheek. Proper care for your partner was the first thing Tilde instilled into Mila, and that lesson was held close to her heart. 

“Master...” Tilde whispered, reaching a hand down to the two penises. They soon merged into one and returned to their original, fairy-sized, proper length, but her sweaty hands refused to stop. “You’re my best student, you know. My only one, but you’re the best one... You’re treating me the way you ought to, especially after that fucking you gave me. My pussy’s... It’s numb, but that’s good... I don’t even think I can walk... You’re hard... Really hard...” Tilde slithered her tongue down Clone!Master’s body, spending more than a few minutes suckling on her Cowfolk tits. Her other hand groped and squeezed as if she was milking a cow, and imagine her surprise when, a few seconds later, after an uncharacteristic moan from a mere emotional clone, milk flowed from her nipples and into her throat.  

Creamy and thick, Cowfolk milk was known as a source of nutrients that were second to none. Even the most well-bred dairy cow couldn’t often compete with its taste, and Tilde preferred to drink it straight from the source whenever she had a chance. She moved the hand from the clone’s penis and squeezed out as much as possible, swallowing rapidly to avoid choking.   

It was a mess. The warm milk overflowed, covering Tilde's pink lips and dripping down her chest to coat her erect nipples before finding a home in a puddle of semen from where it leaked from her pussy. Tilde alternated tits, giving both the same amount of attention. She moved on, her tongue leaving a milky trail down the clone’s stomach. The fairy licked and offered affection to the erect penis before sensually rubbing the clone's exotic thighs.  

Clone!Mater spread her legs and gently cuddled Tilde’s head between her hands. The fairy gave permission to use her throat as a fuck toy, and the clone obliged. Her gentle fingers lovingly rubbed her face before her penis rubbed against her inner cheeks. Tilde’s tongue lapped the shaft the best she could, taking in her and the clone’s combined flavor. It combined with the last remnants of the breast milk, and Tilde couldn’t describe the flavor or joy this moment brought her.   

Yes, she felt like an object, but what brought her more happiness was the clone’s facial expression. Her cheeks were flushed, a small smile plastered across her face while her eyes glowed with love. And when their eyes met...  

The clone climaxed in Tilde’s throat, pumping her stomach full of her jelly-like seed, and then, and only then, did she work Tilde’s mouth. She brought the fairy’s mouth close to her, filling it with her entire shaft until her chin tickled her balls, then moved her head away until her eyes stared at the cream-covered penis. Tilde knew immediately what the clone required of her, and she licked it clean. From the tip to her testicles, she lapped up the semen and enjoyed the feeling of it traveling down her throat.   

But the clone didn’t let go. No, Clone!Master uttered a single sentence... One that, while short, capitated and sent butterflies through Sekh's stomach whenever she heard it. 

“Good girl...”  

Then fucked her throat once more. She put more effort into it, and Tilde clasped her lips around the shaft while sucking. If she wore lipstick or lip gloss, there was no doubt the dick she loved so much would’ve been covered in colorful stains and lip marks. While the fairy felt the thick, long rod jab the back of her throat, she wondered if she could convince Big Tits to wear some. Beccy and the others had a few sticks of the stuff lounging around, and their Master loved blowjobs and penis kisses.  

It would, no doubt, excite her to no end to see Sekh’s perfect lips bless the cock she practically worshipped with physical, color proof of her devotion and love. That was part of Tilde’s plan, actually. The Transcendent Dark Lord was, in her mind, a master of all. The one to hold this title required land, a country, citizens, armies, ships, draconic legions, and plenty of women and men to satiate their lust. If it meant leading a legion of cock gobbling champions, as she claimed herself to be, then that was a tremendous task she was willing to take.  

Anything for the most important person in her life... If her beloved Transcendent Dark Lord commanded her throat to be used exclusively for her pleasure until the end of time, Tilde would’ve accepted that with glee and a body ready to answer her lord’s deepest, darkest, and lewdest desires.   

“My lord...” Tilde whispered, her throat full of sperm. That was all she smelled and tasted. Her face was covered in creamy semen. Her black hair was splashed white, leaving only her pretty wings as the only thing left unsoiled. “Is there no end to it? You’ve came seven times... Ahh... I love you... I love you, my lord...” The fairy stared at the cock she’d become deeply familiar with. She cleaned it free from wayward semen before turning around on her hands and knees. Sticking her ass up, she spread her cheeks. But what she brought attention to wasn’t her pussy... 

“You’ve never done anal with Big Tits, right? Master... No, my lord... This is my devotion to you... I’ve never been fucked in the ass, but you can be... This’ll be a first we can share... Please, fuck my ass, my lord. Let us have something exclusive to us...”  

Silently, Clone!Master approached the waiting Tilde while jerking off to maintain an erection. She slightly bent down, grasped the fairy’s waist with one hand, and enveloped her cock in slime to act as lube. Then she gently pressed the tip to her asshole. Progress was slow, but the difference in feeling couldn’t be denied. Her moist, inner vaginal folds were a different type of pleasure when compared to her ass, but Clone!Master let loose a girlish moan and licked her lips.  

She leaned her chest against Tilde’s back, her breasts wet and slick with more slime. Her strokes were long and slow, but her cock was enough to fill Tilde’s ass. There was no friction, and after she loosened up, Tilde stopped gritting her teeth and let out more of those delicious purrs her lord loved so much. After a few seconds, Tilde started to push it back, matching Clone!Master’s thrusts with her own movements and causing her skin to lightly ripple.  

“Ahhh~~~ MMmmnn... My lord!!!! Grab my arms!!! Slap my ass!!!! Harder!!!! Harder!!!!” 

Smack!!! 

Smack!!! 

Smack!!! 

Tilde’s ass tightened with each strike, leaving behind a red-hand print on her pristine bottom. The clone grabbed her wrists and pulled back, causing Tilde to lean up. The fairy's tongue lewdly hung out of her mouth, her eyes already glazed over twice with the pleasure of a climax. It seemed delicious juices squirted from her pussy with her constant moans. The clone’s rate increased, an audible noise coming from where her crotch smacked into Tilde’s ass. Clone!Master’s testicles slapped against the sprite’s pussy, coating them in her flavor.  

“AAAhhhhhhhh!!!!!  

“MMMmmmmmmmm!!!!!!” 

The clone shuddered, delivering a watery load of sperm straight into Tilde’s ass. It flowed like urine and seemingly never ended while Tilde experienced a constant overload of orgasms from her first anal creampie. Her ass was full, but when the clone’s penis went flaccid and slipped out, she clenched her butt to keep proof of her Master’s love within herself.  

But she couldn’t remain strong, and it dripped, leaking onto the table and dirtying it.   

All the strength and reason she had disappeared. When she collapsed to her chest, she didn’t expect to land within the arms of her one and only.   

Tilde was also loud and proud, never afraid to speak what was on her mind. If she saw something she disliked, it would be out of character to remain quiet rather than fix whatever issue pissed her off.  

But she was also a woman. One that desired and wanted love and affection. In her long, long life, she yearned to find her soul mate—to fulfill her sole purpose in life...  

And now that was accomplished. 

She rested her weary, exhausted head on the clone’s chest and buried her face between her tits. “My lord... Promise me... Promise me you won’t ever die...” Her voice was quiet, and while she didn’t get a response, she felt her Master’s clone wrap her arms around her. “Promise me you’ll be the one I always dreamed of... It’s...hard...knowing you’re going to outlive everyone you’ve ever met. I can’t die. I tried, you know. A few thousand years ago, one of the only High Elves I’ve ever respected took his life because he couldn’t find joy in outliving his human wife. And I needed him... But I couldn’t join him in death because my job wasn’t done. But it’s done now... Even without me, you’ll be fine. You know why? Because you’re my lord...   

“But even if I miss him, I refuse to leave you alone because I know how loneliness and betrayal feel... I will never abandon you, my lord. Not even for a minute. So that’s why... So that’s why you have to promise me you won’t die. Promise me you’ll help me fulfill my purpose... Promise me you’ll become the true Transcendent Dark Lord... And not just one in training...”  

Tilde spoke openly from the heart, letting loose feelings she had long forgotten about. Keeping a tough exterior throughout the ages took a heavy toll on her. As someone who’d lived through the rise and fall of countless kingdoms, there was very little that could strike fear into her soul...  

And loneliness...was one of them.  

“I...promise...Tilde...” spoke the clone. Her words were slow and slurred, irrefutable proof that she had little time remaining. Tilde’s eyes were watery, her nose sniffing as an emotional upset was on her quivering lips. She hugged the clone tighter and finally cried, her face buried within her chest. She pleaded with the clone to remain. 

Deep down, she knew the clone was just that. A clone. They always had limited lifespans since they weren’t expected to live even a fraction of a life span compared to the one they were birthed from. But this clone brought pleasure and safety to a fairy that was often alone.  

“Don’t go!!! I need you here... If you go... It just means... It means... Please!!!!!” Tilde whined. She shrieked when she felt her face ‘dip’ inside the clone’s chest, which meant it could hardly maintain a physical form anymore. “I can’t bear to see you die!!! You said you wouldn’t die!!! Don’t lie to me!!!”  

She knew she was overreacting.  

She knew her lord only had to make a spare clone, and this wonderous time could continue yet again.  

She knew that.  

She knew that she knew that.  

But seeing the clone perish? It just told her fractured mind that if a clone with the form of her lord could die, then it meant her lord could pass away. That death was a real possibility for her in the near future.  

And since her heart was in a tumultuous state...  

Tilde just...broke down. With her little fists, the pixie pounded the desk and tried her hardest to collect the remaining dark green goop of what used to be the clone. Her breakdown continued, and she wasn’t aware of a spectator. 

After hearing her scream, Sekh rushed up the stairs to check on Tilde, but she remained in the hall and only peeked in because she figured it wasn’t her place to intrude. She herself had many secrets about her past lives that hadn’t had a chance to come up in conversation. Likewise, she figured the mysterious fairy was cut from the same cloth.  

And it wasn’t like Sekh couldn’t relate to Tilde’s worries. The Dark Lord of Tyranny was no stranger to nightmares about her waking up to find her liege dead. Or during a battle with a fearsome enemy, being unable to protect the one that offered her a second chance at life.   

And yes, even if it was a clone, Sekh didn’t want to see someone that looked like her liege get hurt, if it wasn’t part of a training session, or die, even if it was a mere clone—something her liege could produce an infinite amount of as long as she had the mana.   

Rather than making her presence known, Sekh walked away from Tilde’s torment and returned downstairs to Niva.  

About forty minutes later, her fluffy ears picked up the silent noise of fluttering wings, and she turned from her training in the training room to spot a fairy. She looked no different than before she left to have sex with the clone, and her rough, brutish attitude was still the same, but something... Something was different...  

“You can stop your training, right? For like fifteen minutes? Come with me. We gotta pick up some stuff,” Tilde said. 

“Why?” was Sekh’s reply. She would usually be coarse with the foul-mouthed fairy, but the vitriol wasn’t present in her tone.  

“I can’t tell you. Just know that our Master would love it. Is that good enough for you?” 

“That’s all you had to say.” Sekh took a breather and wiped the sweat from her brow after setting down her mace and shield. She drank a cup of water and moved the drenched hair from her eyes.  When Tilde took a seat on Niva’s lap, Sekh grabbed hold of the wheelchair’s handle. The fairy refused to expand on her cryptic mission, so with a sigh, Sekh started towards the front door. 

Really, what does she have in mind? 

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