When Ethan first touched the gorgeous, grown-up Artis, he expected to feel rubbery, alien skin or at least something inhuman. He also feared she'd smell raw, leathery, or at least somewhat weird.

The boy's experience was precisely the opposite. Artis' naked skin was like velvet, on which a light layer of warm moisture persisted. It was like she had just walked out of a sauna. There was an imperceptible tinge of the faintest green to the girl's body, only noticeable up close.

Artis' fragrance was like green hydrangeas. Memories of his trip to Ireland on Earth instantly hit him. The boy began exploring his newfound lover from the face. He traced a finger under her lower lip teasingly. She responded by trying to bite his finger lovingly.

[Challenge: First consensual copulation]

Ethan smirked and slipped his hand down to Artis' right cheek. He cupped her momentarily before moving on to the neck. As the girl lay on her back, consenting to her body's exploration, her long, straight, green hair was spread out in a semi-floral pattern.

Ethan straightened his back, observing her enthralling beauty for a few moments. A minute ago, she was a filthy teenager, now transformed into a stunning beauty from his dreams. Now, it was time to weigh the real, tangible goods.

The young man's gaze dropped to Artis' breasts. They were well-rounded, fresh out of the oven, with no sags or wrinkles. Ethan covered them with either hand, feeling the tight nipples compress under his palms.

Artis turned her face away and closed her eyes as the boy groped and applied pressure. Her breasts were not as firm as he expected. In fact, they were soft, fragile, and required caution to handle.

Ethan couldn't resist anymore. He leaned over and touched the right areola with his tongue. He licked a complete circle around it, making Artis whimper. The young man repeated the same on the left breast. Then, he changed sides in intervals sucking on them greedily.

"Please…" the girl whimpered, squeezing her shoulders together.

Ethan wasn't sure if she was asking him to stop or continue. Regardless, he was determined to go all the way.

Satisfied with the breasts' adventure, the Cromwell heir moved back and grabbed Artis' thighs. They were well-toned and surprisingly strong. He pushed them apart, revealing her grass-green muff.

Artis' pubic hair was rudimentary and hadn't matured into a bush yet, and hence wasn't hiding her private parts. The young man licked his lips. It was as expected. Artis was as virgin as any girl could be.

Ethan stared at the unmolested pink lips between her legs. He wondered how he could enter an opening so small without pain and bloodshed. Would she allow it in the first place? Anyway, the Cromwell heir had already come too far to back out.

A trickle of liquid dripped out of Artis' hole and rolled down shamefully. "You're already wet?" Ethan asked, his excitement rising, the scenery turning him on more than ever. "I've barely done anything yet…"

"Sorry…." was all Artis replied, making the boy laugh.

"Don't make fun of me…!" she fired back shyly. "I haven't done this in ages!"

"I'm not one to ridicule. On the contrary… It's quite sexy!"

"Really? I don't believe you…"

Ethan grabbed his erect dick and placed it on her flat abdomen. Then he slapped it against her thigh. "I could break rocks with what you've turned my things into," he joked.

Artis stared at his manhood with mixed emotions. She definitely understood how sex worked, so there was nothing to be anxious about. On the other hand, it was the first time in the new female body, and the feelings spurting out of her were real, foreign emotions.

Ethan carried out some foreplay, touching and kissing erotic locations on the girl's lower body, avoiding the main dish. Artis trembled and closed her eyes again. "Please…" she repeated.

Ethan grinned with rising exhilaration. It was time. He rubbed the tip of his penis against the girl's moist lips, feeling her wetness on his extremity.

The young man couldn't hold it any longer. He finally had a hot fantasy girl naked before him with open legs.

In the past, most of the Cromwell heir's sexual adventures were rudely interrupted before reaching fruition. Why should he hold back now? There would be a time to savor sex in the future. Artis wasn't going anywhere.

Ethan inserted the tip inside. It was an easy action, and he looked at his lover's face to see her reaction. Artis bit her lip and nodded to give her consent.

His heart hammering wildly, Ethan leaned forward, using his weight to push further in. There was stiff resistance, giving him pause. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked the girl affectionately.

Artis nodded but refused to make eye contact. Ethan was done asking for permission. Everything was perfect. Their combined secretions were already enough to lubricate. In fact, the wolf-girl was so dripping wet that he could feel the squirt's pressure on his tip.

Ethan moved his hips and shifted his weight, and with a grunt and powerful thrust, pushed his penis inside.

"Ahh!" Artis gasped, her eyes springing wide as if in disbelief. Her lover didn't wait for a follow-up, drew back and hammered again. "Ahhh!!"

Within a minute, Ethan found himself parking deep inside Artis' vagina. His eight inches were entirely gobbled up, the girl's moist, warm walls hugging the entire length. The girl was very flexible and yet equally tight.

Time flew. The Cromwell heir found himself groaning in unison as he pummeled balls-deep into Artis. They changed positions to woman-on-top; the girl riding him like a pony. Minutes later, Ethan grabbed Artis' buttcheeks as he plowed her from behind doggystyle.

The surrounding flora and fauna had come alive. Insects chittered, birds sang, and small animals hooted like a cheering audience.

Ethan reached climax several times, but stopped, realizing Artis hadn't. The moment she did, the young man let it loose and cummed gratefully.

Ethan's dick was deep inside her pussy when he ejaculated. Sprayfuls of semen shot into her womb. The two lovers joined together in an elongated moan and collapsed on each other in fulfillment and fatigue.

[Challenge: First consensual copulation]

[Reward: AP+2]

[Reward: Aphrodisiac pill x50]

[Neuter curse lifted!] [Engorgement pill's effects will be reflected immediately!]

Ethan felt his dick becoming larger. The Neuter Curse, as narrated by Jack Mehoff in his book GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS!, affected virile males who couldn't get instant lovemaking post erection. Apparently, a night with Artis cured the boy of the affliction.

It was well past midnight when Ethan and Artis resumed talking. "Will you be okay?" the boy asked with concern. "I put my seed inside you."

Artis giggled and clung closer to him. "Don't worry about that. My physiology is such that it will never allow me to get pregnant. Any foreign material gets treated like food."

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "I see. I don't know whether to be relieved or feel sorry that you can never have a baby."

Artis smiled warmly and kissed him on the chest. "It has never bothered me. I was always sad, alone, and disliked. Tonight was the best night of my life."

Ethan kissed the girl's forehead, and they fell asleep spooning. In the morning, the Cromwell heir woke up feeling jubilant. 'If every night ended like the last one, I wouldn't mind fighting a few Orcs daily,' he thought merrily.

Ethan sat up, gazing at the naked girl in his wildgrass bed. Artis's body had reverted to her teenage form—a skinny, boyish figure.

Feeling momentary guilt, Ethan covered her with a blanket and walked away. He finished the daily chores, had a refreshing swim in the hot geyser, and returned full of energy. Perhaps they could have an early quickie before breakfast?

Ethan was about to wake up Artis when he heard sounds nearby. Crackle! Rustle!

Intruders? Enemies? Hopefully not Orcs? It was too early in the day to be disturbed by those assholes.

Ethan turned towards Artis to alert her, but she was already awake and in a crouch. The girl had sharper senses than him, probably because of her wolf-girl form.

"That's impossible," she mumbled, putting on her rags. "Orcs can't get through to this location."

"Don't worry," the Cromwell heir reassured her. "If we face only a couple of Orcs, I can easily handle them. I just hope it is not an entire horde. Then we might be in trouble."

Ethan was wrong about the intruders being Orcs, but he was right about them being a couple of individuals.

From the other side of the wilderness, two figures stepped out from between the boulder hills. They looked human—a short one in a black gothic dress and a tall one dressed in full knight armor. They were female and definitely not Orcs.

The short one's hands glowed, making her pretty, silver hair scintillate under the morning sun. Fireballs floated above her upturned palms, threatening to explode. The taller woman carried a massive sword, raring to attack.

"Beatrix! Athena!" Ethan exclaimed in joy. "You're alive! Thank goodness!"

The two females ignored the Cromwell heir's reunion greeting. Their eyes were fixated on the boyish girl crouching beside him.

"Step away from that thing!" Beatrix warned Ethan.

"Hey! Don't be mistaken!" the boy retorted. "She's a friend—"

"I said step away!" the witch barked. The fireballs in her hands raged, their flames standing several feet high. "That thing is nobody's friend!"

"Stop it!" Ethan snapped. "Don't attack her! She is Artis Lupine, and she helped me survive the Southern Hills! She fought for me against the Orcs!"

His information and advocacy fell on deaf ears. "Listen to my friend, Count Cromwell!" Athena chimed in, slowly progressing towards them in an attack stance.

"Whatever help, favor, or pleasure that soulless entity offered you was for her own benefit! It was to nurture your body before consuming it!"

Ethan's gaze shifted to Artis in confusion. She was crouched, moving around like a wild animal, ready to pounce. The boy felt protective of her now that they had made love and formed a relationship.

"Beatrix… Athena…" Ethan pleaded. "If we could take a breath and have a conversation, the misunderstanding would be resolved. Artis Lupine is no monster."

Seeing no reaction from the two hostile girls, he emboldened his voice. "I order you to stand down! You can't accuse and attack my friends without evidence!"

Beatrix, who was focused on Artis, turned towards the boy momentarily. "We will stand down, but you must trust us for a moment. First, look at the ground below your friend!"

Ethan raised an eyebrow and shifted his gaze to Artis' feet. There was nothing odd or spectacular. "I don't see anything—"

The Cromwell heir cut his words short as he noticed something odd. The morning sun was already shining gloriously, casting long shadows from everything behind them, be it trees, rocks, or any other objects. However, Artis was the odd one out. She had no shadow, not even a dark patch! How was that possible?

"I think you already discovered the anomaly, Count Cromwell," Beatrix called out. "There is only one species so cursed that even the sun refuses to acknowledge them. Only one kind of entity doesn't cast a living shadow."

"Which one?" Ethan asked with mixed emotions. His eyes rested anxiously on his newfound lover, hoping his bodyguards were wrong. How could an adorable thing like her be something evil?

Beatrix pursed her lips in disdain. "The minions of Lucifer! One of them attacked you outside Cromwell Castle, remember?!"

"Your fake friend, Artis Lupine, is a dark nymph!"

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