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Veteran Alchemist

“Just a little bit of mercury there, and… done.”
The young alchemist leant on the back of her chair, letting out a sigh of satisfaction; she had finally finished the order for that fire-breathing potion that had taken her weeks to complete.
Just as she gazed at the ceiling, though, she felt a faint smell, similar to that of freshly-cut peppermint; very faint fumes appeared before her, dancing in the stale air of her laboratory. She knew all too well that smell.
The alchemist turned her head to the right, looking at the far edge of her working table; there was a glass flask, untopped, containing a transparent, sparkling liquid that appeared to boil, emitting grayish, light fumes.
“Damn, I’ve left the… aether… fluid… o… pen…” she whispered, her head started spinning as the alchemical substance’s vapours got directly to her lungs. A warm, weirdly comforting feeling crept up her waifish body, relaxing her muscles as it made its way to her head, like a snake crawling up to its prey. “Uuh… not… a… gain…” she moaned, her hand shakily trying to reach the flask in order to put it out of the way; needless to say, she only barely managed to raise her arm before it flopped down lifelessly at her side, utterly insensate. Her pretty blue eyes wavered from beneath her glasses as she felt a growing tide of sleepiness filling her usually sharp mind, dulling it to the point of unwittedness; she felt herself sink more and more into a sticky, dark abyss, as well as into her comfortable chair.
“Ooh… oh…” the alchemist quietly whimpered; by now, her shapely limbs, as well as her own awareness, had gone completely numb; vain, ephemeral thoughts formed and disappeared in her mind like young will-o-wisps. As the sleepiness crashed into her head, completely overwhelming her, she mentally noted to herself to remember the cap for the aether fluid next time. Then, everything faded to black as her consciousness faded.
“Aaahh… uh…” she sighed, her head falling backwards on the chair’s sit as her vivid eyes closed and her lovely body went slack, sinking deeper into the chair. Her shapely, curvy legs were femininely and disorderly bent inwards, her shorts doing nothing to hide the beautiful shape of her thighs; her right hand dangled limply at her side, while her left rested on her lap. Her face was peaceful, almost dignified in her sleep, as slivers of polluted air came in and out of her slightly parted lips, her small, pert breasts rising and falling with each breath. “Gah-ah… aahh…” she moaned, as if griping against her own absent-mindedness despite being still deeply unconscious.

Midnight Vampire

“Aaah… that was a relaxing bath…” the beautiful lady vampire sighed in pleasure as she stood up, her calves submerged by the water of the river she had just bathed herself in. Strangely enough, despite being fully clothed (that is, wearing a corset and lilac pantyhose and nothing else), her clothes, as well as her blonde hair, had not wetted in the least. The full moon shone high in the sky, tracing its silvery rays upon the vampire’s beautifully pale skin, her sultry beauty being even more exalted.
However, the undead beauty could feel something strange in the air… something chilly and grave, beckoning for her like an abandoned lover. “Hm..? That is most strange…” she said between herself. “I swore I could… could… uh…”
Suddenly, she felt as if the connection between her playful mind and her amiable body had just been severed. Her shapely limbs, especially her legs, had gone completely numb, and she couldn’t feel her nimble arms, which flopped down uselessly at her sides; her cunning, impish mind, previously filled with thoughts about future loves and prey (which were usually the same), was now filled with utter emptiness, as if her thoughts had gone blank. Her pretty sky-blue eyes, usually shining with life (or rather, un-life), were now dull and unfocused, staring into nothingness.
The time for judgment has come… dark forces, come to me!
A powerful, yet seducing voice rang in her mind, as if the person speaking was standing directly inside her brain. And she smiled slyly, for she perfectly knew the voice’s owner; Urias Formonde, the powerful vampire lord, was calling for all his minions scattered across the land.
Just as the echo in her head faded, the beautiful vampire’s consciousness fled her as well. Everything turned black; she welcomed her sleep well, for it meant that supper was near.
“Uuuuuhahhhhhhh…” she moaned sensually as her eyelids fluttered shut and she fell backwards, limp as a rock; fortunately, her fall was softened by the soft embrace of the water. Her beautifully shaped, but unconscious body lay with all its limbs straight, her hair spreading around her head as she was carried by the river’s flow, gentle like a loving caress; a pleased sigh came occasionally out of her lips, as if she were having a nice dream. Her shapely limbs slightly swung around as they were pushed by the water’s force, the limpness of her shoeless legs emphasizing their unearthily appealing curvature.
And so she drifted away, as the moon shone upon her sleeping form…

Floral Fencer

“Well, time for a training session! I hope the instructor looks at me today… maybe I shouldn’t have said that out loud…” the young knightess clad in green leather armor wondered out loud. In fact, her beauty was renowned among the new recruits, and many of them had tried, more or less politely, to make a move on her, without success as she seemed to have eyes only for their slightly older fencing teacher; her swordsmanship didn’t pale in comparison, as she was graceful and precise with every strike of her rapier. However, her day was destined to take a rather curious route.
As she walked down the stronghold’s dark hallway, she saw something on the ground, shining beneath the torches’ dim light; pushed by a strange sense of curiosity, she picked it up to inspect it. It was a rather vicious-looking dagger, with spikes on its handle and purple-painted blades. “Hm? This knife is strange. Who could have left here such a thing..?” She ran her fingers along the blade’s edge as if to test their sharpness, promptly cutting herself despite her armored gauntlets. “Ow! Damn, this is pretty sharp… I wonder if… if… huh…”
She suddenly realized that she couldn’t feel her hand anymore; the blade slipped from her insensate fingers and fell onto the floor, bouncing repeatedly with a loud clanging sound. It wasn’t long before the numbness crawled on her upper arm up to her shoulder; the elegant limb fell flabbily, utterly useless.
“Wha… what’s going… uhhnh…” she tried to talk, call for help even, but for some reason her brain couldn’t process the words; it was as if her thoughts were drowning in a black, dense ocean of darkness. Meanwhile, the fuzzy, tingling sensation spread all over her upper torso, and soon reached her elegant, shapely legs, which started to shake as they progressively lost strength; her other arm, completely insensate, hung limply as well. The sheer speed at which these unfortunate events were unraveling had left the pretty swordswoman completely at a loss; this didn’t do good for her consciousness, which she felt as it was being slowly pulled away from her athletic body.
“Gah..! Mnnh…” Soon, her legs were left unable to support her, and she fell on her knees with a small moan. In that pose, she almost looked like a defeated duelist, mortally wounded by her victorious opponent; though in fact, she wasn’t actually hurt except in her pride. Her cute mauve eyes wavered, her eyelids as heavy as two boulders, before rolling back into her skull as she lost consciousness with a girlish, if dignified, sigh.
“Uh… aahhhh…” the female knight quietly exhaled as her eyes closed and the part of her body that had stood upright until now fell heavily on the floor, bouncing once before coming to rest. She lay with all her filiform, elegant limbs perfectly straightened out, as if she had not wanted her appearance to falter even in her state of unconsciousness; her cute, feminine face, which rested on its round cheek in a carpet of her own green hair, on the other hand looked slightly troubled, or maybe even ashamed of her predicament. She breathed slowly, but steadily, occasionally letting out a small moan out of her lips.
The fencer lay there, out cold and forlorn, for about half an hour before someone came through the same passageway; it was a tall, white-haired masked woman, who looked as if she was searching for something.
“Ah, dammit… where did I put my dagger of sleep…” she said, before her gaze met the comatose swordswoman on the floor, the object of her search at her side. “...oh.” the woman simply said, utterly baffled by the strange scene before her eyes.

Elf of the Gemstones

“Yaaaawwwn… so bored…” the young elf noble yawned. Sitting in a bed of white roses, despite making her look pretty, was not in fact one of the most entertaining activities, even though she certainly couldn’t complain about such a predicament; having to stay there wearing an especially large dress and jewellery on the other hand wasn’t comfortable either. “Maybe I should get up now…” she said, pondering the option.
That was when she saw it. She noticed that one of the flowers in her bed was not, in fact, a white rose, but rather a small, long flower with long, purplish petals. She picked it up and examined it, observing the pale coloration of its stem.
“Oh… this might be..?” She had heard of this kind of flower before; it was called the “midnight’s kiss”. It was a very rare species, growing only in the shadow of other flowers, and was said to emit a fragrance so intense that it could overload the senses of whoever smelled it. Which was, incidentally, what the elf just did. To her surprise, it wasn’t a very strong smell, but it was indeed very sweet, almost sickeningly so, similar to that of dark honey.
“Hmm… I expected it to be… uhhh… wh…” Suddenly, her head began to spin, slowly at first, then uncontrollably as a prickly, fuzzy sensation spread into her delicate chest, spreading fast into the rest of her slight body like ink on paper. Her thighs shifted, moving her skirt in such a way that her finely shaped legs, clad in extremely opulent white tights and golden shoes, were fully revealed up to her garterbelts. All thoughts fled her mind, replaced only by thick dark fog; surprisingly, it wasn’t a completely unpleasant sensation, and actually felt warm and comforting as it invited the elf girl to rest in its embrace; as her frail body was completely overpowered by the gentle numbness, failing to stay upright even in a sitting position, her vision slowly faded to black along with her awareness, and she sank into a deep, resting repose.
“Oooohhhhh…” the elf girlishly and properly sighed as she swooned, her lively purple eyes closing immediately; she was unconscious even before her lithe torso fell silently on her flowery bed, bouncing slightly before coming to rest on a blanket of her own silky lilac hair. Her legs were neatly folded on one another, bent slightly as if to purposefully create a most pleasant shape; her gloved right hand lay daintily on her forehead, while her left rested on her small chest, rising and falling with each of her regular breaths along with her pert breasts, which her dress left partially uncovered. Her cute face wore an incredibly peaceful expression, as befit of a sleeping princess, her lips slightly curled in an almost imperceptible smile.

Eyfa, Wyvern Rider

“Faiah?!? Faiah, stop that!” the red-haired girl exclaimed indignantly, her words almost sucked away by the sheer force of the wind she and the black winged reptilian creature she was riding were gliding through; the latter seemed to be especially restless, judging by how it flew in an erratic zig-zag pattern only a few meters above the top of the trees. Eyfa had to push her pretty knees to their limits just to not fall, and couldn’t quite manage to reassess her control over her winged mount despite pulling the reigns with all her strength.
Just as she thought that things couldn’t get worse, the wyvern decided to dive straight into the forest; it took all of Eyfa’s skill to not crash right into a trees as both rider and mount zipped through the forest at great speed.
“Faiah!! Why won’t you listen to me?! Just st-”
Her sentence was cut short by the sudden appearance of a branch in her path, which hit her square in the head; the blow was strong enough to dismount her, sending her flying down several meters below as her pained yelp turned into a scream. It didn’t take long for her to eventually meet the ground; by a stroke of pure luck, she happened to land on top of a pile of dried leaves, which cushioned her otherwise fatal fall. Still, the blow was considerably strong, especially for a rather petite girl like her.
“Gah..! Uuhhh…” she groaned as the impact with the ground knocked all the air out of her lungs; her body arched back in a spasm, overtaken by an immense pain, before going limp, having fainted nearly instantly due to the rather heavy hit. “Guh… aaaaah…” she moaned briefly as her scarlet eyes immediately closed, signaling her fall into complete unconsciousness.
For a fall like that, Eyfa had managed to land in a rather elegant pose. Her shapely legs were spread open before her, one slightly bent inwards; one of her arms lay straight at her side, tensed as if it were reaching for something, while the other rested above her head, fingers curled as if mimicking her grip on the wyvern’s reigns. This resulted in a rather appealing pose where her belly, which her skimpy armor left completely uncovered, was stretched upwards a bit, being further accentuated along with her rather sizeable breasts. Eyfa’s beautiful face wore a curious expression, peaceful and distressed at the same time, as if she was held captive by a serene pain; her breath, due to the painful blow, was shallow and irregular, occasionally intertwined with small, girlish gags.
And so the half-dragon rested there, out cold and forlorn, forced to sleep until some wandering adventurer found her and tended to her wounds… or took advantage of the situation.

Description
Veteran Alchemist

“Just a little bit of mercury there, and… done.”
The young alchemist leant on the back of her chair, letting out a sigh of satisfaction; she had finally finished the order for that fire-breathing potion that had taken her weeks to complete.
Just as she gazed at the ceiling, though, she felt a faint smell, similar to that of freshly-cut peppermint; very faint fumes appeared before her, dancing in the stale air of her laboratory. She knew all too well that smell.
The alchemist turned her head to the right, looking at the far edge of her working table; there was a glass flask, untopped, containing a transparent, sparkling liquid that appeared to boil, emitting grayish, light fumes.
“Damn, I’ve left the… aether… fluid… o… pen…” she whispered, her head started spinning as the alchemical substance’s vapours got directly to her lungs. A warm, weirdly comforting feeling crept up her waifish body, relaxing her muscles as it made its way to her head, like a snake crawling up to its prey. “Uuh… not… a… gain…” she moaned, her hand shakily trying to reach the flask in order to put it out of the way; needless to say, she only barely managed to raise her arm before it flopped down lifelessly at her side, utterly insensate. Her pretty blue eyes wavered from beneath her glasses as she felt a growing tide of sleepiness filling her usually sharp mind, dulling it to the point of unwittedness; she felt herself sink more and more into a sticky, dark abyss, as well as into her comfortable chair.
“Ooh… oh…” the alchemist quietly whimpered; by now, her shapely limbs, as well as her own awareness, had gone completely numb; vain, ephemeral thoughts formed and disappeared in her mind like young will-o-wisps. As the sleepiness crashed into her head, completely overwhelming her, she mentally noted to herself to remember the cap for the aether fluid next time. Then, everything faded to black as her consciousness faded.
“Aaahh… uh…” she sighed, her head falling backwards on the chair’s sit as her vivid eyes closed and her lovely body went slack, sinking deeper into the chair. Her shapely, curvy legs were femininely and disorderly bent inwards, her shorts doing nothing to hide the beautiful shape of her thighs; her right hand dangled limply at her side, while her left rested on her lap. Her face was peaceful, almost dignified in her sleep, as slivers of polluted air came in and out of her slightly parted lips, her small, pert breasts rising and falling with each breath. “Gah-ah… aahh…” she moaned, as if griping against her own absent-mindedness despite being still deeply unconscious.

Midnight Vampire

“Aaah… that was a relaxing bath…” the beautiful lady vampire sighed in pleasure as she stood up, her calves submerged by the water of the river she had just bathed herself in. Strangely enough, despite being fully clothed (that is, wearing a corset and lilac pantyhose and nothing else), her clothes, as well as her blonde hair, had not wetted in the least. The full moon shone high in the sky, tracing its silvery rays upon the vampire’s beautifully pale skin, her sultry beauty being even more exalted.
However, the undead beauty could feel something strange in the air… something chilly and grave, beckoning for her like an abandoned lover. “Hm..? That is most strange…” she said between herself. “I swore I could… could… uh…”
Suddenly, she felt as if the connection between her playful mind and her amiable body had just been severed. Her shapely limbs, especially her legs, had gone completely numb, and she couldn’t feel her nimble arms, which flopped down uselessly at her sides; her cunning, impish mind, previously filled with thoughts about future loves and prey (which were usually the same), was now filled with utter emptiness, as if her thoughts had gone blank. Her pretty sky-blue eyes, usually shining with life (or rather, un-life), were now dull and unfocused, staring into nothingness.
The time for judgment has come… dark forces, come to me!
A powerful, yet seducing voice rang in her mind, as if the person speaking was standing directly inside her brain. And she smiled slyly, for she perfectly knew the voice’s owner; Urias Formonde, the powerful vampire lord, was calling for all his minions scattered across the land.
Just as the echo in her head faded, the beautiful vampire’s consciousness fled her as well. Everything turned black; she welcomed her sleep well, for it meant that supper was near.
“Uuuuuhahhhhhhh…” she moaned sensually as her eyelids fluttered shut and she fell backwards, limp as a rock; fortunately, her fall was softened by the soft embrace of the water. Her beautifully shaped, but unconscious body lay with all its limbs straight, her hair spreading around her head as she was carried by the river’s flow, gentle like a loving caress; a pleased sigh came occasionally out of her lips, as if she were having a nice dream. Her shapely limbs slightly swung around as they were pushed by the water’s force, the limpness of her shoeless legs emphasizing their unearthily appealing curvature.
And so she drifted away, as the moon shone upon her sleeping form…

Floral Fencer

“Well, time for a training session! I hope the instructor looks at me today… maybe I shouldn’t have said that out loud…” the young knightess clad in green leather armor wondered out loud. In fact, her beauty was renowned among the new recruits, and many of them had tried, more or less politely, to make a move on her, without success as she seemed to have eyes only for their slightly older fencing teacher; her swordsmanship didn’t pale in comparison, as she was graceful and precise with every strike of her rapier. However, her day was destined to take a rather curious route.
As she walked down the stronghold’s dark hallway, she saw something on the ground, shining beneath the torches’ dim light; pushed by a strange sense of curiosity, she picked it up to inspect it. It was a rather vicious-looking dagger, with spikes on its handle and purple-painted blades. “Hm? This knife is strange. Who could have left here such a thing..?” She ran her fingers along the blade’s edge as if to test their sharpness, promptly cutting herself despite her armored gauntlets. “Ow! Damn, this is pretty sharp… I wonder if… if… huh…”
She suddenly realized that she couldn’t feel her hand anymore; the blade slipped from her insensate fingers and fell onto the floor, bouncing repeatedly with a loud clanging sound. It wasn’t long before the numbness crawled on her upper arm up to her shoulder; the elegant limb fell flabbily, utterly useless.
“Wha… what’s going… uhhnh…” she tried to talk, call for help even, but for some reason her brain couldn’t process the words; it was as if her thoughts were drowning in a black, dense ocean of darkness. Meanwhile, the fuzzy, tingling sensation spread all over her upper torso, and soon reached her elegant, shapely legs, which started to shake as they progressively lost strength; her other arm, completely insensate, hung limply as well. The sheer speed at which these unfortunate events were unraveling had left the pretty swordswoman completely at a loss; this didn’t do good for her consciousness, which she felt as it was being slowly pulled away from her athletic body.
“Gah..! Mnnh…” Soon, her legs were left unable to support her, and she fell on her knees with a small moan. In that pose, she almost looked like a defeated duelist, mortally wounded by her victorious opponent; though in fact, she wasn’t actually hurt except in her pride. Her cute mauve eyes wavered, her eyelids as heavy as two boulders, before rolling back into her skull as she lost consciousness with a girlish, if dignified, sigh.
“Uh… aahhhh…” the female knight quietly exhaled as her eyes closed and the part of her body that had stood upright until now fell heavily on the floor, bouncing once before coming to rest. She lay with all her filiform, elegant limbs perfectly straightened out, as if she had not wanted her appearance to falter even in her state of unconsciousness; her cute, feminine face, which rested on its round cheek in a carpet of her own green hair, on the other hand looked slightly troubled, or maybe even ashamed of her predicament. She breathed slowly, but steadily, occasionally letting out a small moan out of her lips.
The fencer lay there, out cold and forlorn, for about half an hour before someone came through the same passageway; it was a tall, white-haired masked woman, who looked as if she was searching for something.
“Ah, dammit… where did I put my dagger of sleep…” she said, before her gaze met the comatose swordswoman on the floor, the object of her search at her side. “...oh.” the woman simply said, utterly baffled by the strange scene before her eyes.

Elf of the Gemstones

“Yaaaawwwn… so bored…” the young elf noble yawned. Sitting in a bed of white roses, despite making her look pretty, was not in fact one of the most entertaining activities, even though she certainly couldn’t complain about such a predicament; having to stay there wearing an especially large dress and jewellery on the other hand wasn’t comfortable either. “Maybe I should get up now…” she said, pondering the option.
That was when she saw it. She noticed that one of the flowers in her bed was not, in fact, a white rose, but rather a small, long flower with long, purplish petals. She picked it up and examined it, observing the pale coloration of its stem.
“Oh… this might be..?” She had heard of this kind of flower before; it was called the “midnight’s kiss”. It was a very rare species, growing only in the shadow of other flowers, and was said to emit a fragrance so intense that it could overload the senses of whoever smelled it. Which was, incidentally, what the elf just did. To her surprise, it wasn’t a very strong smell, but it was indeed very sweet, almost sickeningly so, similar to that of dark honey.
“Hmm… I expected it to be… uhhh… wh…” Suddenly, her head began to spin, slowly at first, then uncontrollably as a prickly, fuzzy sensation spread into her delicate chest, spreading fast into the rest of her slight body like ink on paper. Her thighs shifted, moving her skirt in such a way that her finely shaped legs, clad in extremely opulent white tights and golden shoes, were fully revealed up to her garterbelts. All thoughts fled her mind, replaced only by thick dark fog; surprisingly, it wasn’t a completely unpleasant sensation, and actually felt warm and comforting as it invited the elf girl to rest in its embrace; as her frail body was completely overpowered by the gentle numbness, failing to stay upright even in a sitting position, her vision slowly faded to black along with her awareness, and she sank into a deep, resting repose.
“Oooohhhhh…” the elf girlishly and properly sighed as she swooned, her lively purple eyes closing immediately; she was unconscious even before her lithe torso fell silently on her flowery bed, bouncing slightly before coming to rest on a blanket of her own silky lilac hair. Her legs were neatly folded on one another, bent slightly as if to purposefully create a most pleasant shape; her gloved right hand lay daintily on her forehead, while her left rested on her small chest, rising and falling with each of her regular breaths along with her pert breasts, which her dress left partially uncovered. Her cute face wore an incredibly peaceful expression, as befit of a sleeping princess, her lips slightly curled in an almost imperceptible smile.

Eyfa, Wyvern Rider

“Faiah?!? Faiah, stop that!” the red-haired girl exclaimed indignantly, her words almost sucked away by the sheer force of the wind she and the black winged reptilian creature she was riding were gliding through; the latter seemed to be especially restless, judging by how it flew in an erratic zig-zag pattern only a few meters above the top of the trees. Eyfa had to push her pretty knees to their limits just to not fall, and couldn’t quite manage to reassess her control over her winged mount despite pulling the reigns with all her strength.
Just as she thought that things couldn’t get worse, the wyvern decided to dive straight into the forest; it took all of Eyfa’s skill to not crash right into a trees as both rider and mount zipped through the forest at great speed.
“Faiah!! Why won’t you listen to me?! Just st-”
Her sentence was cut short by the sudden appearance of a branch in her path, which hit her square in the head; the blow was strong enough to dismount her, sending her flying down several meters below as her pained yelp turned into a scream. It didn’t take long for her to eventually meet the ground; by a stroke of pure luck, she happened to land on top of a pile of dried leaves, which cushioned her otherwise fatal fall. Still, the blow was considerably strong, especially for a rather petite girl like her.
“Gah..! Uuhhh…” she groaned as the impact with the ground knocked all the air out of her lungs; her body arched back in a spasm, overtaken by an immense pain, before going limp, having fainted nearly instantly due to the rather heavy hit. “Guh… aaaaah…” she moaned briefly as her scarlet eyes immediately closed, signaling her fall into complete unconsciousness.
For a fall like that, Eyfa had managed to land in a rather elegant pose. Her shapely legs were spread open before her, one slightly bent inwards; one of her arms lay straight at her side, tensed as if it were reaching for something, while the other rested above her head, fingers curled as if mimicking her grip on the wyvern’s reigns. This resulted in a rather appealing pose where her belly, which her skimpy armor left completely uncovered, was stretched upwards a bit, being further accentuated along with her rather sizeable breasts. Eyfa’s beautiful face wore a curious expression, peaceful and distressed at the same time, as if she was held captive by a serene pain; her breath, due to the painful blow, was shallow and irregular, occasionally intertwined with small, girlish gags.
And so the half-dragon rested there, out cold and forlorn, forced to sleep until some wandering adventurer found her and tended to her wounds… or took advantage of the situation.