Chapter 2 - Change Of Plans.

    The sound of feet scuffling about on the upper floor didn't stir the dozing blonde, even as the source walked down the stairs to where she was. Just then...
    "Illysian~!" a female voice called out. "I'm in need of some assistance!"
    Of course, she didn't answer.
    "Illysian?"
    Not a single response. Just then, the door to the den swung open, with yet another blonde female standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a basic T-Shirt and jeans, with some bags in her hands. All she could see was the back of the couch from her angle.
    "You better not be napping, Illy..." she mumbled, making her way to said couch. Peering over, she seemed to look disappointed.
    "God dammit."
    Quickly looking over the mess Illysian had made, the standing female took notes in her head. For one, there were some obvious lovestains adorning her face and the armrest. Plus, the fact that her sex was oozing seemed to seal her notions. Still, she took a closer look at the liquid seeping from the slit. It looked familiar to her, bearing a gray hue. Couldn't be her normal ejaculate, she thought, for there seemed to be more than she normally spurt... that and the color was off, too. Being a bit curious, she dipped a finger into the small pool, giving it a swirl.
    "Hm... warm... probably fresh." the woman muttered, withdrawing the digit. Giving it a little staredown, she eventually plunged the finger into her own mouth.  While her tongue received the substance, the blonde began to ponder. It was somehow a familiar taste- not from her usual acquaintances, but moreso peculiarities. The taste made her realize just why she felt familiarity with it. With widening eyes, she smirked. Just then, the door swung open again, this time due to yet another female figure. This one, bearing a red pixie cut hairdo and light piercings, dressed similarly to the clothed blonde. The only exception was her top, which seemed to be just a tank top.
    "Something wrong, Naley?" she called out.
    "Sort of, Leiran." Naley replied. "Come here."
    Obeying the command, Leiran walked over to where Naley stood. Upon seeing a dozing Illysian, she let out a slight gasp.
    "Now. Before you get any ideas..." Naley then pointed towards the innocuous puddle on the couch. "Taste that."
    "... really?" Leiran protested. "I mean, I don't mind the sight of one of your pupils asleep in such a manner... but come on. Do you honestly think I'm just gonna up and taste her cum?"
    "Yes, I'm aware of why it doesn't seem right. But you must taste it. I think we're onto something."
    "Fine..."
    With noticeable hesitation, Leiran gently dipped her little finger into the substance, taking care as to not get a whole lot. Somehow, she got a decent droplet on the tip , coupled with a slight quizzical look on her face. The actual tasting didn't take long. A quick poke to the tongue seemed to be enough for her. As the ejaculate festered along her tastebuds, she began to notice a familiarity with it. Then it hit her. Oh, did the thought hit her.
    "... no way." she muttered, seeming to be bewildered. "She can't be."
    "But she looks to be so." Naley replied, nodding. Her gaze flittered across the corrupted sex demon's body, in a fit of admiration. A sigh escaped her mildly plump lips. "I thought I wouldn't be around for this... but I'm glad I am."
    Meanwhile, Leiran's gaze seemed dead set on one part. Green irises were directed right towards Illysian's crotch, as her pierced tongue licked lips.
    "You get the stuff, I'll prep the bed?" she finally said, after some silence.
    "Of course." Naley replied, pulling the stained couch cushion away. "And don't worry, she's a heavy sleeper."
    As the blonde walked away, the redhead immediately got to work in prepping the fold-out couch. Moving the younger female, pulling the mattress out, placing her on said mattress... it was standard for Leiran. After all, she was the go-to being for this line of evolution- usually demoted to body moving and the like. Regardless, she noted the stage for which Illysian would evolve on... the slight taste of her juices still on her mind. It felt like a mild addiction... an undying want. To add to it, she grinned.
    "Heavy sleeper, eh...?" she murmured to herself, positioning her face closer to the dozing blonde's sex. "We'll just see about that..." Her lips greeted the other female's genitalia, smooching the labia with increased fervor. A pierced tongue lapped out to take in the juices, with moans and groans signalling a delight in the taste. Despite previous encounters with similar specimens, Leiran pretended each one was the first one she met- mainly to have some time alone with said specimens. They're great right before they get enhanced, according to the other female. Illysian was no different. Yet, despite claims of being a heavy sleeper, she began to stir. As her mind cleared via awakening, she could definitely feel Leiran's cunnilingus expertise. But deep down, she just had to question it.
    "Hey... who're you?" she said, yawning just moments before. The question managed to get Leiran to stop and slowly look up.
    "Uh... I'm one of Naley's friends." Leiran replied. "Long story about why I'm here."
    "Oh... okay. Go about your business then."
    "... wait. You mean-"
    "Yes. Continue. Actually enjoyed it, to be honest."
    Rather than follow up with a teasing line, Leiran immediately sunk back to Illysian's now-drenched pussy. Her mind flooded with ecstasy as her tongue lashed out. First the outside, then the inside- after her fingers separated the lips, of course. Illysian, as a means of response and encouragement, murred a bit. Her hands seemed to be a different story though, as they tried to wander towards her clit. Just before they reached, Leiran's hand was there to keep it from reaching. Her eyes looked up at the blonde, slowly turning into a staredown. Throwing the held hand off to one side, she got to her knees.
    "I think your pussy's been used enough, today..." she murmured, peeling her tanktop off. The body underneath had part of a back tattoo peeking out from the sides... it was intended to be a wraparound, yet Leiran wanted it only partially done. Apparently, she thought it'd look even better incomplete.
    "But... I'm not sure it has been..." Illysian replied, eyes gazing softly at the undressing female before her.
    "Trust me. It has. Now, about your ass..." Her own hands started to undo the jeans, much to Illysian's slight excitement.
    "Wait, what're you..." And before she could finish, her blue irises caught a full-on glimpse of an uncircumcized penis, measuring at what looked like a good 10 inches semi-flaccid. Needless to say, it made her change her mind. "Oooh...  why yes... I think my ass is in need of some attention." One could tell her eagerness to indulge in anal sex, what with how quick she presented her ass to the dickgirl. She didn't waste much time either, quickly pressing her body against the defective sex demon's. Grasping the base, Leiran shook her cock slightly, making sure to rub the anus gently with the tip. One sharp inhale later, and she had successfully penetrated, much to the delight of her partner. Her hips picked up some speed, with Leiran not even caring about the lack of lube. Both seemed to get into it, considering Illysian let out a few cries of pleasure and Leiran had buried her face into the other's neck. Gripping her shoulder, she managed to force the full shaft inside with little to no care of just how this was possible. Her main concern was to just fuck this woman before she's able to transform. Then again, she thought, maybe fucking her after she gets it might not be so bad...
    "Leiran. Illysian." Naley's voice suddenly said. It had originated from in front of them, where the female held a sealed container full of liquid. "If you're done here, I'd like to continue."