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“We’re going to be stuck here for a while, aren’t we?” Mephisto asked.

Talulah said nothing.

“Perhaps there’s something we can do to pass the time,” Faust said.

Talulah said nothing.

“Do you have any ideas?” FrostNova asked.

Talulah… said… nothing. At least at first.

Except this time, there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell she could keep the scowl from her face. “Stop this,” she said, “at once.”

FrostNova’s face melted like icicles hanging from eaves. Her cheeks sloughed, and her forehead dripped like wax. Seconds later, she was altogether gone, and in her place was the meek and smiling form of this fragment of the Damazti Cluster.

It asked, “you don’t like it?”

Talulah said nothing. Or, well, she tried. Her nostrils flared, with steam billowing from each one, like she were a dragon at rest. Perhaps she was.

“I do not appreciate being reminded of what I’ve lost,” she said evenly. “I just want to focus.”

The Cluster fragment kept its rueful smile, and it leaned back against the opposite cot, eyeing Talulah while she sat in hers. Both the she-dragon and this fragment of immortality were now captive, not bound but still trapped, awaiting some manner of judgment.

That meant Talulah had to share a cell with it. This thing.

She eyed it now, frowning, regarding its lime green hair and emerald eyes with suspicion.

There was something deeply, almost viscerally unsettling about the way it watched her.

Talulah could feel it, even when she looked away—a prickling at the back of her neck, a slow coil of wariness in her gut. She pretended not to notice the way the fragment’s emerald eyes seemed to shimmer in the half-light, always fixed on her, always quietly amused. Like it knew something she didn’t. Or, perhaps, like it understood her a little too well.

She was good at pretending. She’d had a lot of practice, over years and years of hiding everything that mattered, everything that hurt. But it was different when there was nowhere else to look. They were trapped together, these two outcasts, waiting for a fate that cared nothing for either of them.

Talulah tried to focus on the shape of the cell, the chill of the stones beneath her hands, but the fragment’s gaze pulled her inexorably back. There was no ignoring it. Not really.

Its body was slight and almost fragile, with shoulder blades jutting sharply beneath pale, pristine skin. The line of its collarbone was severe, almost elegant, and its narrow shoulders were left exposed by the loose, strange garment it wore. Too thin. Too deliberate. Talulah found herself frowning at the sight, uncertain if it was a feint—a way to appear vulnerable—or simply the truth of what this creature was.

The lime green hair fell in a soft, untidy curtain around its face, catching the scant light in odd ways. She could see how a few strands clung to its cheek, how it made no move to brush them aside. Instead, it just tilted its head, a little like a bird, a little like a child, watching her reactions with something that might have been curiosity. Or hunger. Or both, if it was anything like the other fragments she’d encountered before.

Talulah’s own tail flicked, restless, thumping once against the cot. The sound echoed sharp and clear in the small space, but the fragment didn’t even flinch. It just smiled, lips parted slightly, as if savoring some private joke.

It was the eyes, though, that disturbed her most. The color reminded her of the first shoots of spring, that fierce, impossible green—but there was nothing innocent in the gaze itself. The fragment’s pupils were huge and round, unblinking. Always watching, always calculating.

“You keep staring,” Talulah muttered, not really meaning to speak at all.

The fragment’s smile widened just a touch. “You’re interesting,” it said. Its voice was soft, almost a purr. “Most people aren’t. Not like you.”

Talulah bristled at that, heat prickling in her cheeks. She’d never liked being seen through. Being seen at all, really. She tightened her arms around her knees, pulling herself a little further away, but the cell was only so large. It felt like every inch of space was suddenly crowded with that alien, not-quite-real presence.

The silence lingered, thick and heavy, until the fragment shifted again, folding one long leg over the other. Its pale toes flexed against the stone, the movement oddly feline. Or serpentine.

Talulah’s ears twitched at every faint sound. Her senses strained for movement beyond the bars—a clank, a scrape, maybe even raised voices from halfway down the corridor. Sometimes, she heard the guards. Boots on stone. Their lazy, unhurried steps told her everything: there would be no rescue, no sudden break in the monotony. Not unless she made it happen herself.

She pressed her palm to the floor, feeling the chill bite up through her skin. If she could just—

But no. The collar was still there, cold and stifling at her throat, heavy against the sharp line of her collarbone. She gritted her teeth. No matter how she tried, nothing happened. Not even a wisp of heat. The flames she’d lived her whole life by were gone… bottled up, smothered, locked away by that obscene ring of steel. Taunting her with its simplicity.

The Cluster fragment was still watching. Of course it was.

Talulah didn’t look over, but she could feel the eyes on her. That gaze, always so patient, so… amused. Was it mocking her? Was it actually expecting her to break, to beg, or to do something desperate?

She snorted, a curl of steam leaking from her nostrils. It was more theatrical than threatening now, but it was all she had left. “You must be bored too,” she spat, gathering her knees up tighter against her chest.

The fragment let out a languid hum. “Not really,” it replied, rolling its shoulders. “I find you entertaining enough.”

Talulah glared without meaning to. “Glad I could provide a spectacle.”

A pause. The fragment didn’t answer right away, but she heard a soft, almost deliberate exhale. Maybe it was stretching out the moment. Or maybe it just liked making her squirm.

Talulah’s tail thudded against the cot again. She missed the smell of smoke. The rush of power. The freedom of being able to burn through anything that stood in her way. Now… she was just a prisoner like any other. Even her memories felt muted, like the collar was choking them off too.

Another noise in the hallway. The latch rattled, but no one came. Just a tease—the universe reminding her how trapped she really was.

She squeezed her eyes shut. If she listened hard enough, maybe she could hear something that would help her plan. But the only thing that reached her was the soft, slithering breath of the Cluster fragment, trailing along her spine like a caress.

“Do you want out that badly?” It sounded curious, but also just a little bit cruel. “You could ask nicely, you know.”

Talulah curled in tighter, lips pressed to her knees. “I’d rather die than beg. That’s how it’s always been. That’s how it’ll always be.”

The fragment smiled at that, sharp and knowing. “I thought you might say something like that.”

Silence again. But the tension was thicker now, a living thing in the air, pulsing between them. Talulah counted every heartbeat, every muffled footstep, every rasp of metal on stone. Waiting for something to change.

It didn’t. Not yet.

But she promised herself, right then and there, that no matter what happened, she would get out of here. It was only a matter of time. It was always only a matter of time.

Seconds bled out, slow and heavy, as if the world beyond the cell had simply… stopped. Light never changed much down here, not really, but Talulah could sense the day’s crawl in the tired ache of her limbs and the way her mind grew hazy, thick with exhaustion she hated to admit.

The Cluster fragment never slept, from what Talulah could tell. It perched on its cot like some gaunt bird, knees hugged to its chest, green eyes half-lidded but never really closing. Sometimes it watched her openly. Sometimes, she had the impression it was content just to listen: to the drag of her breathing, the twitch of her tail against the mattress, the faint rattle of the collar when she moved. Sometimes it hummed very softly, just a thrumming noise that was meant only for itself. Maybe it was bored after all. Maybe it was savoring her discomfort. Talulah didn’t know, and she didn’t want to know.

She tried to ignore the thing entirely, curling up on the thin cot, arms folded and face turned away. The stone beneath her body was cold, and so were the blankets, but she pulled them tight against her chest anyway. Just another night in a cage. She’d survived many… she could survive this one too.

Except she couldn’t keep Alina out of her mind.

Sleep came in ragged fits, never gentle, never complete. She’d drift, and then she’d jerk awake, heart pounding, mouth dry and bitter. Each time she closed her eyes, Alina’s face swam up from memory: the gentle slope of her nose, her lashes thick and soft, her lips always curled in some small, secret smile. Her voice was as she remembered it, sweet and sad and steady, a balm she’d never deserved.

Sometimes, in dreams, Alina was laughing. Sometimes she just watched Talulah, her gaze warm, fond, impossibly understanding. Talulah felt herself reaching out, desperate for that comfort, that touch she’d lost. She could feel the soft press of Alina’s palm against her cheek; she wanted to nuzzle into it, to melt into that tenderness… to let herself be weak, just for a moment…

She remembered the scent of Alina’s hair, wild grass and dew, the way her antlers gleamed in morning light. The way her hands would slide under Talulah’s arms, slow and coaxing, drawing her close…

Alina had always known how to hold her…

How to make her feel safe, even when her whole body was trembling with pain or rage or fear…

Talulah let Alina cradle her, in dreams. She let herself press shy kisses along the creamy column of that neck, let the velvet of Alina’s antlers brush her brow. They’d lie together in perfect silence, and Talulah would bury her face in the crook of Alina’s shoulder, breathing her in, wanting nothing but this: a warm little flame that could never be taken from her.

She murmured Alina’s name, soft and desperate, even as the dream began to slip away. Fingers intertwined, lips brushing, the taste of longing sharp and bright on her tongue…

“Where are you?” Alina asked. “My dearest Talulah…”

“I’m… I’m lost…” Talulah mumbled. “I miss you…”

“Aww. I miss you too. I miss your warmth…”

Talulah startled awake, sharp as a blade. The dream… gone, ripped from her like bandages from an old wound. She jolted upright on the cot, claws digging into threadbare blankets, chest heaving for air that felt like smoke.

She was cold. Alone. Of course she was.

Except…

Alina was there. Sitting at the foot of her cot, so close Talulah could smell wild grass and dew, feel the velvet brush of antlers near her brow…

No. Not Alina. The smile was too knowing. The eyes too bright, cruelly green. It was the Cluster fragment, gazing at her with that same gentle, devastating fondness.

Fuck.

Talulah’s heart hammered, a ragged drumbeat inside her ribs. The ache between her legs throbbed, insistent and raw, and she realized with mounting horror that her cock was hard and straining against the thin fabric of her prison pants. Morning wood, or maybe just grief carved up with a razor’s edge of want.

Alina—the fragment in Alina’s body, anyway—tilted her head, soft hair falling like silk around her face. “You were calling for me,” she whispered. The voice was perfect. Too perfect. It cut deeper than any blade.

“Stop it,” Talulah growled, baring her teeth. She had to look away. Anywhere else, anywhere but those eyes and that face she’d mourned for so long. Her tail lashed, thumping the cot. “Don’t wear her face. Don’t talk like her. Not ever.”

But the fragment just smiled. Alina’s lips curled in that same familiar way, soft and fond and mocking. “I thought you missed me,” she purred. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Not from you.” Talulah spat the words, palm clamped tight over her groin. Too late, though. The shape of her arousal was obvious—and the fragment’s gaze licked over her like a slow, deliberate caress.

Alina’s eyes. That was the worst of it. They dropped, unhurried, to the straining line of Talulah’s cock, then up again to Talulah’s face. She could feel herself flush, scowl deepening. The fragment made a show of scooting closer, knees brushing Talulah’s boot.

“You look… pent up.” There was a playful lilt in Alina’s borrowed voice. “Did you dream of me? Did you wake up aching like this…?”

Talulah’s claws dug even harder into the blanket. Her body was a traitor. She tried to cover herself completely, tail curling tight around her knees, but she knew the fragment had seen everything already.

The Cluster fragment leaned in, elbows perched on her knees, chin in both hands. Her antlers gleamed in the cell’s weak light. “You’re cute when you’re flustered,” she teased. “Almost makes me want to help…”

“Knock it off,” Talulah snapped. “You’re not her. You’re nothing like her.”

The fragment only grinned wider, eyes glinting. “If I’m nothing like her, then why are you so hard right now…?”

Talulah tried to turn away, jaw clenched tight, but the moment she did, she felt hands on her. Fingers—strong, slender, and familiar as a memory she could never quite shake.

She looked down… and her whole body went rigid.

Those were Ch'en’s hands. The shape of them, the muscle and grace. Every inch unmistakable. She remembered what it was like to be scolded by those hands, to dodge them in sparring, to reach for them in the dark… and now they were folded around her, achingly gentle. Talulah’s breath caught, fire licking up her spine, hot with humiliation and a rough, needy ache that made her shiver.

When she looked up, her heart nearly stopped. Ch'en’s face hovered above her, so close they were practically sharing the same breath. The fragment had done it perfectly this time: dark blue hair tumbling in disarray, deep red eyes piercing straight through her, even the little tilt of that mouth—all there, all real, all wrong.

“Ch'en,” she whispered, but it was barely a sound. More a plea. Or a warning.

Before she could resist or even react, those hands slid up, cupping her jaw with a tenderness that made her want to bite, to flinch away, to… let herself fall into it. Talulah’s tail thumped helplessly against the cot again, her body caught between fight and surrender.

And then the fragment kissed her. Hard.

It wasn’t just a brush of lips. No, it was hunger and demand and power, Ch'en’s mouth pressing fierce and sure against her own, tongue flickering out to part her lips, to coax her open. Talulah grunted in surprise, the sound muffled by the kiss, but she didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. The pressure of those hands, the taste of that mouth—it all made her dizzy, made her cock twitch against the fabric of her pants, aching, leaking with shameful want.

She tried to push the fragment away, but it was useless. Her hands just clutched at Ch'en’s shirt, dragging the other girl closer as their mouths crashed together again and again. Hot, messy, desperate. Each time their lips parted, a tiny string of spit clung between them, and Talulah gasped, panting, wild-eyed.

“Stop… stop it,” she growled, even while her hips arched helplessly into the cage of those hands.

But the fragment only smiled, lips stained dark and wet. “You like this,” she purred, running her thumb along Talulah’s jawline. “You want to be touched… don’t you?”

Talulah could barely breathe, heat swarming her whole body. She was trembling. Her cock throbbed, trapped and pulsing, and when Ch'en’s hands roamed lower, skimming down her chest, she thought she’d lose her mind.

She hated the way she moaned into the next kiss. Hated the way her tongue tangled with Ch'en’s, how her arms closed tight around a body that wasn’t really her sister’s—but also craved it, needed it, every nerve ending stretched to the breaking point.

“Fuck,” Talulah murmured, lips stinging and wet, her whole body shuddering with need and confusion and that endless, gnawing ache. She tried to grab for her composure, but instead she just dug her claws into the edge of the cot, panting. The truth was that Talulah was as pent-up as pent-up could be. She hadn’t so much as enjoyed herself in who-knows-when, always regarding it as a way to keep focus more than anything else.

The fragment was still there, perched just at the edge of arm’s reach, and it was smiling at her with Ch'en’s lips and Alina’s eyes and a perversely delighted hunger.

But then the fragment cocked its head, as if catching a secret signal only it could hear.

“Can you hear that?” it asked, voice pitched low and teasing, all smoke and velvet.

Talulah just stared, dizzy and glassy-eyed, her tail curling tighter around her hips. “Hear what?”

“Shh.” The fragment pressed one delicate finger to her lips, and its expression softened, just for a second. Like it was sharing a joke only the two of them could understand. “Just listen.”

Talulah bristled, but she did it anyway, straining with every sense she had left.

At first, there was nothing but the rasp of her own breath, the faint tremor in her chest. The stone beneath her was cold as ever, the air stale and heavy in her lungs. And then—

There it was.

From somewhere down the corridor, muffled by thick stone walls, came the sounds of laughter. Not the low, cruel snickers of guards on patrol, but raucous, careless joy: men shouting, cards slapping down on a table, voices rising in good-natured jeers. A card game, maybe. The guards were distracted. Totally ignoring their charges.

The realization hit Talulah like a spark; her blood ran a little hotter, her mind suddenly, terribly aware that no one was listening. No one would care about the noises she or the fragment made in here. They could—

She swallowed, refusing to let the thought finish.

The fragment’s smile turned lazy, feline. “See?” it whispered. “They’re so busy with their own games that they won’t hear us at all. We could play a game of our own…”

Talulah’s cheeks burned. The ache in her cock throbbed, sharp and insistent, and she hated that she was so easily read, so easily teased. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she tried, but her voice was hoarse, barely more than a growl.

The fragment only grinned wider, and in an instant its body shimmered and shifted again.

Ch'en’s hands and face blurred, melting away to reveal Alina once more. Snowy locks of hair, dew-fresh scent, those velvet antlers gleaming with uncanny perfection. Alina’s body, down to the curve of her waist and the softness of her lips, perched right there at the foot of Talulah’s bed…

Except this time, the fragment paused with a sly tilt of its head, a little smirk dancing on its mouth.

It eyed Talulah up and down, then glanced at its own chest, as if pondering a riddle.

“Tell me, Talulah,” the fragment purred, hands fluttering playfully over its borrowed body, “would you rather see Alina with a bigger chest… or… wider hips? Maybe something softer to hold onto…”

The Cluster fragment’s voice was a silk ribbon, winding around Talulah’s nerves and tugging, tugging, until there was nothing left but raw, exposed want.

Talulah should have ignored her. She should have looked away, made some sharp retort, maybe even curled up and willed herself to disappear. But she couldn’t—not when Alina’s face was inches away, hair falling in that perfect, wild tangle, and those eyes glimmered with unshed mischief. It was the same smile, the same tilt of her head, but now the body was… different. The fragment arched her back, stretching in a way that made the thin fabric of the prison shirt ride up, exposing a sliver of pale, perfect belly.

The Cluster’s hands hovered over her own chest, as if weighing invisible fruit. “Big and plush, or small and perky? Your favorite, Talulah… I could be whatever you want.”

Talulah tried to sneer, but the sound snagged in her throat. She clenched her fists, claws biting into the scratchy blanket, desperate to show nothing. But the way her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, the way her eyes kept flicking back to those hands, those curves, said everything for her.

The fragment grinned. She pressed her palms together, and suddenly the illusion thickened: Alina’s shirt stretched tighter now, her chest swelling subtly, softly, until there was an undeniable roundness under the thin cloth. Not cartoonishly exaggerated, but real and heavy and… motherly, almost. The kind of chest meant for holding, for burying your face in.

“Or maybe something lower down?” the Cluster teased, running her palms down her waist and over her hips, making a show of squeezing her own sides. There was a slow, teasing ripple—a widening, a gentle swell. Alina’s borrowed body smoothed out, hips growing broader, thighs rounding into something plush and inviting. The shape of her ass, even sitting, was impossible to miss. It was all Talulah could do not to whimper.

“I think you like this,” the fragment purred, rolling her shoulders back as she stood. “You can’t stop staring.”

Talulah’s jaw worked. “You’re disgusting,” she spat, but her cheeks were burning, every inch of her body taut with need. “You’re… ruining the memory of her. Disrespecting her. I… I want you to stop…”

…but even she didn’t sound so convinced. Her body was betraying her in real time. Her cock was so hard now that it ached; the prison pants did nothing to hide the thick, angry tent slanting up between her thighs. She tried to curl her tail around herself again, but it only made the ache sharper, more desperate. Talulah was panting, barely even trying to hide it.

The Cluster fragment stepped closer, hips swaying as she moved. Her thighs were thick now, the hem of her shirt barely covering the tops of them. She straddled Talulah’s lap in a single, fluid motion, the scent of dew and wild grass all but suffocating. Her thighs pressed in, soft but strong, cradling Talulah’s cock through the paper-thin pants.

Then the lap dance began in earnest. The fragment rocked her hips, slow and deliberate, letting every inch of her new, curvy body drag and grind across the rigid length straining from Talulah’s lap. The friction was… insane. Talulah’s breath hitched, sharp and desperate, as the plush weight of those thighs settled around her hips, squeezing her cock through the thin, miserable cloth of her prison pants.

The fragment was relentless, rolling her new, soft ass against Talulah’s lap with a rhythm that was almost mocking. Almost loving, too. The swell of those hips, the way the motherly thighs wrapped around her—it was everything Talulah remembered from all her best nights with Alina… and everything she’d tried so hard to forget.

She moaned. She couldn’t help it. Her tail thrashed against the cot, the hard spade-tip thumping in time with the lewd little show the fragment was giving her. She tried to look away, but the sight was just too much—a vision of Alina, perfect and alive, grinding on her as if nothing had ever gone wrong in the world.

Talulah didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. Some sick part of her wanted to do both.

The Cluster fragment just smiled, sly and sweet, like it was savoring her every reaction. “Why fight it?” she purred, voice dripping with honeyed cruelty. “You always keep yourself on a leash. For once… why not just enjoy it?”

“Shut up,” Talulah muttered, cheeks burning, but her hands betrayed her—they dug into the fragment’s hips, dragging her closer, pulsing heat surging from where their bodies connected.

The fragment’s eyes glittered. “You could tell me what you like, Talulah… I could be anything you want. Isn’t that what you’re really after?”

Talulah’s mouth was dry. Every thought was a blur except for this: the way Alina’s body looked right now, straddling her, the weight of those breasts and hips, the sweet press of flesh. She swallowed, so hard it must have been audible.

She whimpered. Actually whimpered. “Make her lips… redder,” she mumbled, mortified but unable to stop herself. “Like she’s wearing lipstick.”

The fragment’s smile sharpened. She ran her tongue slow across her lips, and in a heartbeat, they darkened—a lush, wine-red color, so vivid it almost glowed. “Like this?” she teased, bending close so Talulah could see every perfect detail. “You want to see these lips all over you, don’t you?”

Talulah groaned. Her head fell back, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat.

The fragment did exactly what she wanted. She leaned in and captured Talulah’s neck in a series of hot, sucking kisses, planting a trail of lipstick-red marks down the dragon’s pale, twitching skin. Each kiss was a little rough, a little wet, the perfect blend of cruelty and comfort.

“Mmm, fuck…!” Talulah gasped, unable to hold back. Her cock twitched and pulsed under the pressure, the feeling so intense it nearly made her dizzy.

The fragment worked her way lower, kissing down the delicate, sensitive spots along Talulah’s collarbone. Down the hollow of her throat, hot and wet, leaving smeared, brilliant red marks that looked more like lovebites than bruises. Each one sent a jolt, sharp and electric, right into Talulah’s core.

Fuck. She was shaking now, every muscle in her body humming with need.

The fragment’s hands drifted lower, too, as though mapping every inch of Talulah’s trembling body. Alina’s hands. Alina’s voice. Alina’s scent, flooding her senses. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t real, but it was all Talulah had—and she was clutching at it with everything she could muster.

“Look at you,” the fragment teased, lips curving in a wicked smile as it nibbled down her chest. “All these scars… all this muscle… but you still get so needy for me. You always did, didn’t you?”

Talulah let out a guttural moan, her claws raking across the cot. She wanted to argue, to spit some hateful retort, but her brain was melting. All she could do was pant, shudder, and watch as the fake Alina pressed soft kisses down her sternum, between the sharp ridges of her abs, down, down, down—

She could barely breathe. The closer those velvet red lips got to her cock, the more insane it drove her. Her erection strained so hard against the prison pants that it looked obscene, a fat, angry bulge throbbing with every desperate heartbeat.

The fragment paused just above it, grinning up at Talulah with eyes that sparkled, devilish and hungry. Slowly, deliberately, she tugged the thin waistband down, exposing Talulah’s cock. It sprang free, flushed dark, twitching, already leaking pre-cum.

And the Cluster just stared at it, inhaling sharply, a husky, filthy laugh bubbling up from her throat.

“Oh my god,” she rasped, delighted. “You’re huge… did you always get this hard for her? Or is this just for me?”

Talulah bared her teeth, tail thumping, but her breath hitched when Alina’s fingers wrapped around her length, squeezing, stroking, marveling at the size and heat.

“Fuck… mmm, I can feel you pulsing. You’re going to cum already, aren’t you?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she bent forward and dragged her tongue up the underside of Talulah’s cock, slow and sinister, all the way to the tip. She circled it, licking up every salty drop, before sealing her lips around the head and sinking down.

“Ahhhmmpphh~!”

Talulah almost blacked out. The sensation was so good, so wet and hot, that she saw stars behind her eyelids. She’d never felt anything like this before. It was better than memory, sharper than any fantasy she’d dared indulge. The simple act of Alina’s lips snug around her cock, the heat and pressure, the filthy, obscene noises the fragment made as she sucked…

It almost broke her, right there.

She whimpered, a desperate, broken noise, and then her hands shot out, grabbing Alina’s antlers in a death grip. “A-Alina,” she moaned, utterly helpless. “Fuck… Alina… ah… I’m… s-sorry… I… I m-missed you… missed… this…!”

Alina’s hot, velvet lips wrapped around her cock, and Talulah just lost it.

She clamped both hands around Alina’s antlers, gripping them so hard her knuckles went white, and hauled the fragment’s head down, hard, right onto her fat, drooling length. “Ahh… fuck… shit…” Talulah hissed, her voice breaking on every thrust. She couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. The need was too much—the ache, the hunger, the endless, ragged longing for that lost warmth.

Her hips bucked greedily, fucking up into Alina’s mouth with a desperate, animal need. There was nothing gentle about it. Every time she shoved in, the cluster fragment’s throat squeezed around the head of her cock, tight and impossibly slick.

“Alina… Alina… fuck, I m-missed you… I missed you so bad…” Talulah whimpered, her eyes stinging with hot, salt tears. She could smell Alina everywhere—the dew, the wild grass, the sweet, faint tang of lipstick and spit. Her vision blurred, all sensation collapsing into the tight, obscene heat of that perfect mouth. She was thrusting so hard now that the cot thumped against the stone floor with every brutal stroke.

SLAP! SLAP! SPLURT! Every time her hips met the cluster’s face, there was a wet, filthy sound, like she was splitting the damn thing open. Which, in a way, she was.

The lipstick smeared all over her cock, staining it a deep, deviant red. Every time Talulah yanked the fragment’s head back, she could see the mess she was making of it: lips stretched wide, drool and pre-cum dripping down that fake Alina’s chin, streaks of red smeared all the way to the base of her shaft. She loved it. Hated how much she loved it. Couldn’t get enough.

She couldn’t stop shaking. The pleasure was unreal, like her whole body was going to split apart. “Hah… fuck… you little monster, you’re… nghh… so good… taking all of me… you always did this for me, didn’t you? Fuck… Alina…!”

The cluster fragment moaned around her cock, throat fluttering every time she plunged deep. The vibration made Talulah’s eyes roll back. She snapped her hips forward, feeding the fragment every last inch, until her tip bulged in the fake Alina’s throat and the world went white.

“Ahhhnnn…!”

She came. Hard.

Thick, gooey ropes of cum shot straight down the fragment’s throat, and Talulah felt every pulse, every messy spurt, like it was echoing out from the deepest part of her soul. The cluster swallowed greedily, gulping and sucking, never breaking eye contact as Talulah filled her again and again.

“Mmfph! Mmmff… mm… mmm…”

It was so fucking hot, watching the fake Alina’s lips stretched tight around her, painted with sloppy lipstick and spit, swallowing every single drop.

“Gulp… ulp… mmff… schlup…!”

Talulah held on tight, knuckles white around the antlers, forcing the cluster fragment’s head down so every last drop was gulped straight from her cock to the back of that pretty, perverse throat. “Ghh… yeah, fuck… take it all, you little freak…” Talulah grunted, her whole body shaking as her orgasm battered through her, fierce and endless. Cum poured out of her in thick, salty floods, each spurt met with a lewd, gluttonous swallow and a moan from the fake Alina kneeling between her thighs.

Even when the spasms finally slowed, Talulah still kept her grip, panting hard, tail thrashing so wild it rattled the cot on the stone floor. Every nerve ending sparked and sizzled. Her vision swam. She could barely process the sight of Alina’s face like this, lips stretched wide and smeared dark with glossy lipstick and spit and streaks of her own cum, cheeks flushed, eyes bright and glassy with lust. It was obscene. It was perfect. And it made Talulah’s cock twitch with a hunger that refused to quit.

“Aw, look at you,” the fragment teased, pulling back with a wet ‘POP’ that left Talulah’s cock smeared and shining, still rock-hard and drooling more cum all over her own abs and the prison sheets. The cluster licked her lips, tongue scooping up every glistening ribbon, then flashed a satisfied, filthy smile. “You’re not done, are you? Not even close…”

Talulah glared, desperate for composure, but her body had other ideas. “Get up here,” she growled, voice wrecked and rough. “You want to be useful? Come ride me, you… slut.”

Alina’s clone giggled, delight shining in those wicked eyes. “As you wish, my darling dragon…”

She straddled Talulah’s hips, thighs spreading wide, plump and inviting, her hands bracing on Talulah’s chest for leverage. The sight was unreal: the way her hips flared, ass fat and motherly, thighs soft as pillows but strong enough to pin Talulah beneath her.

Talulah seized those hips, clawed fingers digging into the flesh, loving the way it squished and yielded in her hands. “I’ve had enough of your antics. Sit on it,” she barked, no patience left, “or are you just going to tease me all night?”

The cluster fragment lined herself up, glossy lips parted in a breathy moan, and then sank down, impaling herself in one smooth stroke on Talulah’s slick, eager cock.

SQUELCH!

“Fuck…!” Talulah’s head snapped back. The heat, the pressure, it was enough to make her see stars. The fake Alina’s cunt was tight, soft, impossibly wet, clamping down around her shaft and milking it with every bounce. “That’s right… take it. Fucking take all of it…”

Alina’s body rolled and rocked, hips pumping up and down with wanton abandon, fat ass slapping against Talulah’s lap with each rough descent. The rhythm was wild, relentless, pure, obscene pleasure. Talulah matched it, thrusting up hard, spearing the fragment with every desperate buck of her hips.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Each thrust drove Alina’s fat, perfect ass down into Talulah’s lap. The sound was filthy, echoing off the cell walls, punctuated by Talulah’s guttural moans and the squelch of wet, clutching flesh. Fuck, she couldn’t get enough—the way those thick thighs squeezed around her, how her hands sank into that motherly plush, claws dimpling the skin with every grab.

“Ugh… look at you,” Talulah groaned, eyes wild, fangs bared. “Taking my cock so deep… you were always such a needy slut for it, weren’t you? You just want to get ruined, over and over again, until you can’t walk straight…”

Alina’s hands braced on Talulah’s chest, fingers digging in for leverage as she bounced faster, harder, milking every inch of Talulah’s cock with her drooling cunt. The whole body rocked in rhythm, their sweat-streaked prison shirts clinging tight, sliding over flexing abs and trembling breasts. Talulah’s vision was dizzy, red-streaked, everything narrowing down to the obscene, relentless slap of their bodies and the way her cock just… wouldn’t… quit.

“Yessss…” the fragment moaned, tossing her white hair, antlers grazing the stone wall behind. “More… I want all of it! Fill me up, Talulah, fuck me full, I want to feel you dripping out of me when they come to check the cell! Please, you’re so fucking huge, you’re splitting me open… hah, mmfff, just like that, just like that…!”

“Filthy,” Talulah spat, voice hoarse and trembling. “You love getting pumped full of cum, don’t you? You’re just a cock-sleeve for me, nothing more. Just a toy, begging to be used.”

Her claws dug in deeper, squeezing the fragment’s wide hips, dragging her down so every bounce mashed their bodies together with even more force. The pressure was insane, the heat boiling up from their cores until Talulah was trembling, sweat running down her back. She slammed up into Alina’s sloppy, gushing pussy with desperate, punishing thrusts—the kind that left bruises, the kind that marked you for days. She wanted to destroy this illusion, to rip it apart, but her whole body just wanted more, more, more…

“Take it!” Talulah growled, tail lashing hard enough to rattle the bed. “Take all of me, you monster—you want a creampie that bad? Fine… I’ll fucking give you one…!”

The fragment’s laugh was wild and hungry. “Cum in me. Oh, please… stuff this slutty cunt full, get it dripping with your seed, ruin me for anyone else…~”

Talulah’s eyes rolled back. Her cock bucked, swelling harder than ever as she grabbed Alina’s ass in both hands and slammed her down onto her shaft, hilting deep. The walls of Alina’s cunt clenched, milking Talulah for all she was worth…

…and then Talulah exploded.

Her whole body locked up, muscles straining, every inch of her trembling and scalding as she dumped a thick, endless load of cum straight into the fake Alina’s greedy, spasming cunt. It was so much, so fast, that even Talulah, who’d worn this collar for weeks and gone without even touching herself, was shocked by the sheer force of it.

Cum spurted right up into the fragment’s hungry sex, flooding it, hot and sticky, until it felt like every pulse of Talulah’s cock was echoed by a new, messy gush. The sensation was unreal. Talulah’s vision went white at the edges. She could barely breathe; her claws dug deep into the cluster’s hips, holding her in place while she pounded up with each frantic, desperate thrust.

“Alina! F-fuck… take it, take it all…” Talulah moaned, her fangs scraping air as she bared her teeth. Her tail lashed against the cot, rattling it so hard she was sure it would leave gouges in the stone.

The fragment wasn’t shy about it, either. She kept riding, even as Talulah pumped her so full that creamy, white cum started leaking out with every bounce, dribbling down her plush thighs and pooling onto Talulah’s abs. Every time she slammed down, the mess squelched out around Talulah’s cock, creating a lewd, wet chorus that echoed off the cell’s walls.

SPLURT! PLAP! SQUELCH!

It was obscene. It was beautiful. And Talulah never wanted it to stop.

But eventually—even when it felt like the orgasm would never end—it did start to taper, the last ropes of cum squirting out in wild, shivering bursts. The fake Alina’s cunt clamped down, milking the last of it, refusing to let a single drop go to waste.

Talulah lay back, panting, chest heaving, claws slack at her sides. Her cock was still buried deep in the fragment’s pussy, twitching and leaking, but at last her brain was clear enough to process what had just happened.

She’d been used. Completely, utterly used by her own memory—a cruel, perfect mockery of the only gentleness she’d ever known. And, fuck, she’d loved it.

Or maybe she just needed it that badly.

The fragment seemed satisfied, at least for now. She rolled her hips a few more times, relishing the feeling of Talulah softening inside her, then eased herself off. Cum poured out in thick, gooey ropes, splattering across Talulah’s thighs and soaking the sheets.

The fake Alina didn’t try to clean up. She just flopped onto the cot beside Talulah, curling up with her back pressed to the dragon’s chest. Her hair smelled like wild grass and sweet dew, just like she remembered. The illusion was perfect, right down to the sleepy noise the fragment made as she burrowed beneath Talulah’s arm.

Talulah let it happen. She was too tired to care. Too wrung out to fight.

So she held the cluster fragment close, pretending—for just a minute—that it was really Alina, that none of the pain or the loss or the endless guilt was real, and that she could just lie here, sated and safe and warm.

At least until the next morning…

Talulah woke up slow, groggy, with her whole body aching in the best way possible.

Her cock was still half-hard, sticky with drying cum, and the cell stank of sex. The sheets were a disaster, soaked right through; her thighs were painted with white, and there were lipstick marks all down her neck and chest, as vivid as bruises.

For a second, she almost smiled.

But then she realized she wasn’t alone.

The cluster fragment was still there, of course—but it wasn’t Alina anymore.

It was Ch'en.

Talulah’s entire body tensed, a hot flush of panic and confusion rising up fast. The fragment had Ch'en’s face, Ch'en’s wild blue hair, Ch'en’s deep, smoldering red eyes. Even the little tilt of her lips had been copied perfectly.

“Morning, sis,” the fake Ch'en crooned, sitting perched at the edge of the cot like she owned the world.

But that wasn’t even the wildest part.

Between Ch'en’s legs, jutting up and leaking against the waistband of those miserable prison pants, was a cock.

A big one. Ch'en’s cock, or the fragment’s version of it. It was thick, flushed, the tip glistening with pre-cum, and it pulsed with every lazy beat of Ch'en’s heart.

Talulah couldn’t look away.

It was monstrous. It was embarrassing. And it made her own cock twitch back to life, even after she’d just emptied herself so thoroughly.

“You like it?” the fragment teased, running her palm along the shaft. “You want to taste it, don’t you?”

Talulah’s mouth went dry. She knew she should spit some insult, should push the fragment away, but… she wanted it. She wanted it so badly it hurt.

So when the fake Ch'en leaned forward, pressing the tip of her cock up against Talulah’s lips, Talulah just… opened her mouth.

The head pushed in, hot and salty, pre-cum already smearing across her tongue. Ch'en’s hands tangled in her hair, not rough but insistent, and her cock slid deeper, filling Talulah’s mouth to the brim. It was so thick, Talulah could barely breathe.

But she wanted it. She wanted to be used like this.

The fragment started slow, rocking her hips in short, shallow motions, letting Talulah’s lips stretch around the swollen head. “You look pretty when you’re on your knees, Talulah,” she murmured, voice like velvet. “You should do this more often…”

Talulah moaned, the sound muffled by Ch'en’s cock. Her tongue worked the underside of the shaft, licking up every drop of salty, sticky pre-cum. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked, desperate and greedy, not caring how filthy she must have looked.

The fake Ch'en groaned, hips starting to pick up the pace. “Ngh… fuck, yes. That’s it. Take it all the way. You can handle it, can’t you?”

She could.

The cock slid deeper, fucking Talulah’s mouth with reckless abandon. Spit ran down Talulah’s chin, dripping onto her bare chest. Her fangs grazed the shaft, but the fragment just moaned louder, loving the danger, loving the mess.

“Such a good girl,” Ch'en crooned. “My sis is my perfect little cock sleeve. You want me to cum down your throat?”

Talulah tried to nod, eyes rolling back as the fake Ch'en started slamming her cock in all the way, over and over, until Talulah’s nose was buried against the soft thatch of Ch'en’s pubes and her throat bulged with every desperate thrust. This was unusual in every sense. This was perverse, and it was wrong, but it felt far too good to stop…!

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

It was obscene. It was perfect. And Talulah never wanted it to end.

“Ghh… ngh… mmmff…!” Her moans vibrated around the fragment’s cock, making Ch'en shiver and fuck her face even rougher.

“Yeah, that’s it. Take it. Take every last drop… while I… hnng… cum down my sister’s nasty little throat,” the fragment growled, and then her cock pulsed, swelling hard—and she exploded, too.

Thick, salty cum streamed down Talulah’s throat, so much that some of it spilled out the corners of her mouth, splattering down her chin and onto her bare, shuddering chest. The heat of it made her dizzy, made her hips buck helplessly in the empty air.

The fake Ch'en fucked her right through it, holding Talulah’s head tight and pumping every last spurt straight into her hungry mouth. When she finally pulled out, Ch'en’s cock was slick and dripping, strings of white connecting the head to Talulah’s lips.

Talulah just licked her lips clean, groaning, dazed. She could barely focus, barely breathe, but she didn’t regret a single second.

Ch'en grinned, stroking Talulah’s cheek with surprising tenderness. “You’re a mess,” she said, almost fond. “But you look good like this, sis.”

Talulah just slumped back, exhausted and spent.

But the fragment wasn’t done—not even close.

She grabbed Talulah’s hips, rolling her over onto her hands and knees, tail twitching in anticipation.

“You want to be fucked for real, don’t you?” Ch'en purred, lining her cock up with Talulah’s dripping, cum-smeared pussy. “You want to get ruined, just like you ruined me…”

Talulah barely had time to brace herself before the fragment shoved her cock in, all at once, splitting Talulah open with a single, brutal stroke.

WHAM!

Talulah moaned, her voice breaking. The sensation was insane: thick, hot, stretching her wide, filling her up. The fake Ch'en didn’t hold back at all. She grabbed Talulah’s waist and started pounding her from behind, driving her cock in deep, over and over and over.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“Oh, fuck… fuck, that’s good!” Ch'en gasped, clawing at Talulah’s hips as she rutted her like a wild beast. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Just a perfect little f-fucktoy for me to use… hah… your pussy feels so p-perfect for me~!”

Talulah shivered, lost in the feeling. Her pussy clenched around the fragment’s cock, milking it for all it was worth. Every thrust slammed against her g-spot, sending shocks of pleasure through her like lightning.

She was drooling. She was moaning. She was begging for more.

“Harder,” she gasped. “F-Fuck me harder! G-Give it to me!”

Ch'en obliged, slamming her cock in with even more force. The rhythm was relentless, brutal, and Talulah loved every second. Her tail lashed wild, battering the stone behind her, but nothing could distract from the feeling of that cock inside her, stretching her, filling her, using her.

The fake Ch'en didn’t care. She just kept fucking, riding Talulah harder and harder, until Talulah’s arms gave out and she collapsed onto the cot, hips still arched for more.

“Never thought you’d break so easily, sis,” Ch'en taunted, voice thick with lust. “Guess you just needed someone to give you what you really wanted…”

Talulah just moaned, helpless. She’d never felt like this before. Never let someone else use her, control her, fuck her until her brain melted to mush.

She loved it.

And the cluster fragment seemed to know exactly what she needed.

Ch'en’s hands dug into her ass, spreading her wide for every savage thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the cell, filthy and wild.

“Ghh… nnn… c-cumming…!” Ch'en barked, hips stuttering as the cock inside Talulah swelled, pulsed, and exploded.

Talulah’s pussy clenched tight with every brutal thrust, each movement driving hot, sticky cum deeper inside her until she could feel it flooding her, so thick she could barely contain it. The next thrust sent it surging out of her in thick, gooey rivers, white and unrelenting, streaking down her thighs without mercy. The sensation pushed her higher; every pump was more, more, too much for her body to handle, so the cum spilled out, slick and messy, marking her with evidence of everything that had just been taken from her.

Talulah seized and shuddered, spasms rocking her body as her pussy tightened around the fragment’s cock, milking it for every last drop. Her tail curled, clinging desperately to her thigh, twitching in helpless pleasure. The slick heat between her legs overflowed, her cock jerking and spraying ropes of thick, milky seed. “Ah! AH! Ch-Ch'en… oh, Ch'en!” she gasped, her voice dissolving in ragged ecstasy, needing more, taking more, as her body shivered apart in the fragment’s grip.

The two of them collapsed together, shaking, sweat and cum soaking every inch of their bodies.

Talulah thought that would be the end of it.

But the fragment was tireless.

She shifted again, skin rippling, face blurring from Ch'en to Alina and back, cycling through every version of herself that Talulah most desperately missed.

Sometimes, the fake Alina would pin Talulah to the sheets, taking her cock deep, whimpering with need as her hips slammed down again and again…

Sometimes, the fake Ch'en would hold Talulah down and use her, fucking her pussy and mouth and ass with wild, relentless hunger…

Other times, it was both of them at once: the cluster fragment splitting her own body in two, so Talulah could fuck Alina while Ch'en railed her from behind.

It was… unreal. The cell was a haze of heat and harsh breathing, Talulah’s mind melting somewhere between the sensation of Alina’s plush, perfect cunt riding her cock—and the relentless, animal pounding as Ch'en’s thick shaft absolutely destroyed her from behind.

Sweat beaded on her pale skin, rolling down her neck to mingle with the lipstick stains and old bruises. She was caught between them, their bodies bracketing her, pressing in close and tight. Every thrust drove her deeper into Alina’s greedy heat, while Ch'en’s cock hammered her pussy from behind, so thick and so deep that she sobbed for more.

PLAP! PLAP! SPLAT! Every slap of flesh echoed in the tiny cell. Wet, lewd squelches, gasps, whimpers, cries of pleasure that bounced off the stone walls and back into Talulah’s ears. It was impossible to care about anything else; she was a toy, a gift, a thing to be broken and cherished at the same time.

Alina kissed her hard, lips red and swollen, tongue tangling with hers as their bodies rocked in perfect, filthy rhythm. Ch'en snarled in her ear, hands braced tight on Talulah’s hips, driving her cock home again and again.

“Oh, f-fuck…!” Talulah choked out, barely able to breathe between the two of them. Her claws raked down Alina’s back, squeezing those widened, motherly hips, using every ounce of strength to hold Alina close while her own body bucked helplessly under Ch'en’s assault.

The cluster fragments were merciless. Alina’s cunt clenched and milked her cock, desperate to squeeze every last drop out of her. Ch'en’s cock pounded into her from behind, stretching her wide, filling her up so completely that bliss hit her in white-hot waves that never seemed to stop.

She was drooling, moaning, cursing with every breath. Her own cock jerked and pulsed with each bounce, leaking pre-cum and more, making a mess of Alina’s thighs. Ch'en’s cock battered her g-spot, sending shocks through her that made her legs spasm.

It felt like hours. It felt like forever.

They fucked her silly, and she loved every second of it.

By the time Talulah finally ran dry, her body was limp and spent and pulsing with aftershocks. She collapsed down onto the cot, Alina curling up against her chest, Ch'en flopping down behind to spoon her close. Every inch of the cell was covered in sweat and the sharp, heavy scent of sex. Even the stone floor glistened in the early morning light.

Talulah, sandwiched between two bodies that were and weren’t hers, let her eyes drift closed. The weight of them was perfect. Alina’s soft curves, Ch'en’s hard muscle, both sticky with cum and damp hair and the shine of release.

She’d never felt so empty and so full at the same time.

That was how the guards found them.

When the heavy door scraped open hours later, the morning shift nearly tripped over themselves at the threshold. The cell was a disaster. There was simply no other way to describe it.

The cot sagged under three entwined, spent bodies, sweat-soaked and stained from top to bottom. Even the miserable cell walls were streaked with evidence of their animal need, every surface spattered with marks of pleasure: creamy seed splattered up the stone, little puddles glistening across the floor, vivid lipstick prints smeared on sheets, bodies, and even the bars. The air stank of sex, thick and heady, so strong it hit the guards like a punch.

And right at the center of it, Talulah lay limp between the fragments that wore the faces and bodies of her most treasured, most mourned loved ones.

The guards just gawked, stunned into silence.

No one said a word.

It was too much to process: the infamous dragon of Reunion, tangled up in bed with two bodies that looked like her most intimate companions, all three of them slack-jawed and satisfied, the cell reeking with proof of what they’d done.

“Uhh… should we… do something…?” one of them choked out, voice barely above a whisper.

The other just shook his head, still staring at the mess. “Nope. Story’s ending soon. This ain’t canon or nothin’.”

“…what?”

“It’s just horny nonsense,” the guard replied. “Ain’t canon. Story’s ending soon. Any second now.” He checked his watch, waiting for the absurd tale to conclude. And then it did.