"O-Of course! Y-Yes!"
With the bath turned down, the priest was once more blushing as he turned and led the way to the village proper. Their path led them to a rather quiet part of the village, the pretty boy slowing as they neared one door with a myriad of colors painted on it. When it opened and he led the way inside, Metrus was greeted with what was certainly Yvette. Her skin was tanned, a cloth wrapped around her eyes, and her hair flowing down to her back. Her dress was long, but even though it covered a lot it didn't do much to hide her lovely hips and fairly hand-filling rump. Her chest was fairly small, what must certainly be an A cup, but she held very much the same attractive features of her brother... only in the form of a womanly figure.
"Yvir? I was just going to make something to eat... I... is someone with you?" "Y-Yes! He's... a... friend! His name is Metrus!"
They spoke with almost the same voice, though Yvette had a more subtle and deeper tone that fit a more mature woman than Yvir and his voice for an effeminate male. She turned and smiled in their direction, practically warming the room.
"Welcome to our home... I am Yvette. My brother seldom brings people home, so... what would you like to eat?"
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"It... guh~... it just feels so good... my body wants to keep going!"
The bard was thrusting hard into her, seeming to grow harder and more energetic with each sweet moan she let out. It was clear her effects on the mortal was amplifying his stamina. And the lewd, cum-slicked schlicking of their hips was a testament to just how good she was making things for the mortal. Each smack grew harder, spreading her nice and wide. If it weren't for her immortal form, she'd likely be left gaping after all of this. One hard thrust after another, he rushed toward what could only be his final orgasm... and as she opened her womb, she'd feel him thrust and hear him gasp from the pleasure, cum surging deep into her core. It seemed that even though he could keep going, his sensitivity had jumped so he simply came faster! And as he knelt with his cock nice and deep, she could feel the light catching the seed and shifting. Her ascended body wrapped and cared for it, mixing it with her artificial DNA... and as a result she could hear her mind say she could give birth whenever she wished. It wouldn't require her to bear the child naturally unless she wished it... and she could even feel and influence her child with the bard. Its initial looks were, as she'd expect, inspired... particularly by her brilliantly colored eyes and an inept ability to harness the more primitive magics. The gender, their form... all of it was hers to choose. But she would need to remember that the child had to exist here, where anyone who opposed her followers or her ideals might be able to target such a child. It made sense why they could choose when children were born... and, of course, how. She simply had to consider it, the bard releasing her leg as he finally pulled out and fell beside her with a long groan.
"Fuck... I haven't... cum like that... in ages. Miyazu... y-you... really aren't human. Wh-what... are you?"