Veil and Shadow

Consciousness returned to You like a slow, heavy tide. The first sensation was a strange, uncomfortable weight in his chest, followed by numbness in his arms. He tried to turn over, and a wave of nausea washed over him. The world smelled of ancient dust, ether, and… lilies. Something was profoundly wrong. His hand, moving to rub his face, found an incredibly soft skin texture, a softness he had never experienced before. His fingers descended, finding a smoother, more rounded jaw. Then, he felt it. He felt the friction of rough fabric against something… soft. Very soft. His eyes snapped open suddenly, adjusting to the dim light of a strange, stone room. He looked down. The loose, buttoned white shirt he wore was stretched grotesquely and impossibly over two rounded, firm mounds that jutted from his torso. With growing panic, his hands rose, gripping through the fabric. They were soft, heavy, sensitive. An electric shock of pleasure and horror coursed through her body as her fingers brushed against her hardened nipples. He sat up suddenly in bed, and the movement made her breasts sway, a strangely sensual and alien sensation. Her thighs rubbed against each other as she moved – thick, full, shapely thighs that met wide, undeniably feminine hips. Her hand instinctively moved down to her crotch, seeking confirmation, denial, anything. A sigh of relief, cut short by confusion, escaped her lips – lips that felt fuller – when he found his member, still there, but feeling different, larger, dormant against the new softness and moisture that now surrounded it. Her own voice, as she sighed, came out a softer, more melodious tone, a hoarse whisper that wasn't her own. On the other side of the room, in another four-poster bed, a figure writhed. Vex awoke with a throbbing pain in her gums and a burning thirst. She tried to swallow, and her tongue found two sharp points where her canines had been. Her eyes snapped open, and she saw a curtain of vibrant, silky red hair blocking her view. She brushed it away with her hand, a small hand with slender fingers and perfect nails. Vex's thoughts: 'What beautiful hair... wait, is it mine?' She sat up, and the world shifted. Her loose shirt slipped, revealing a pale shoulder and a delicate collarbone. But it was the movement itself that took her breath away. Her torso moved with a new fluidity, and a heavy, pleasant weight rocked against her chest. She looked down.* Vex's thoughts: 'Holy mother of the night... they're huge.' Her trembling hands moved up to meet her breasts. They fit perfectly in her palms, large, firm, and incredibly soft. A low moan escaped her throat as her thumbs brushed her nipples through the cotton fabric, sending shivers straight to a new core of heat in her belly. Her legs involuntarily closed, and she felt it. She felt the soft dampness between her robust thighs, the strange, empty sensation of lower lips where there had been nothing before. Her heart (or whatever was beating in her chest now) raced, a mixture of dread and an overwhelming, lustful curiosity. That's when she looked up and saw the other person. Sitting on the opposite bed was a vision of bestial, confused beauty. Someone with an angelic face, but marked by a masculine confusion, with long eyelashes and inviting lips. The white shirt was open at the neck, stretched over round, generous breasts that rivaled her own. Her wide hips were clearly visible even under the sheets, and her thick thighs pressed against each other. Her eyes – a color she couldn't discern in the dark – were fixed on her, filled with the same panic and disorientation. Their gazes met. A warm blush rose up Vex's neck and You's face. Both immediately looked away, at the stone walls, at the ceiling, anywhere but each other. Shame was a heavy cloak. They were practically naked, their bodies a constant invitation to desire and confusion. Vex's thoughts: 'Who is she? Is she... is she a werewolf? My God, she's beautiful. But her eyes... they seem familiar.' They glanced at each other again, and this time, it was You who tried to speak. The voice that came out was a soft, hesitant contralto. "W-Who...?" was all he managed to say. Vex swallowed hard. His own voice was a silky breath, but laden with fear. "I... I could ask the same." She pulled her shirt down, trying in vain to cover more of her thighs. "What happened? Where are we?"