<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BVoyIAF.jpg)</div>"No I mean right<em>now</em>," she says, and pushes Virella  onto the cum-splattered bed.<br/><br/>"Shapeshifters," she grunts as she tugs off the elf's boots and tosses them on the floor, "can assume the exact form of any person they fuck." Virella feels featherlight kisses on her ankles, calves, the underside of her knees, her thighs. It's hypnotic. Cinder definitely has some corruption effects going on. Even after the ravaging she took from the shapshifter, she is almost instantly horny.<br/><br/>"You gotta fuck that shit right out of you," she says as she nibbles on Virella lips. "Mmm, definitely smell monstergirl poon down here. Sorry, girl, but you're in for a long day...and night."<br/><br/>Having sex with Cinder is a lot like oil-wrestling--things get messy, fast. She starts off just going down on her, and then 69, and then riding Virella's face, and the Cinder is cumming, screaming 'open your mouth, bitch!' as hot, sticky-sweet cum pulses out of her and into Virella. Which is when Virella discovers the restorative and arousing effects of Cinder's cum: the more she takes it in, the more she wants it, the less fatigue she feels, the longer she can go.<br/><br/>Cinder only stops when she's too dehydrated to continue, a problem she resolves by drinking water by the pitcher, which is brought to them by a strapping stableboy, who ends up being the meat in a Cinder/Virella sandwich. When he finally passes out and slumps sideways off the bed and onto the floor, Cinder leaps up, rummages through her pack, and pulls out an ebony dildo.<br/><br/>"Magic!" she says, as she waves it in front of Virella. "Watch this!"<br/><br/>Cinder slides the dildo into her, and it transforms into a futa-cock. "Roll over, elf-meat," she growls, "it's time to take your medicine."<br/><br/>Cinder spends the next forty minutes fucking her in the ass.<br/><br/>The stableboy crawls out on hands and knees while the girls are distracted. The second pitcher of water is brought in by a very reluctant bar wench. Virella takes the bar wench with the dildo while Cinder rides the girl's face and does her best to suck Virella's lips off her face.<br/><br/>The light outside dims and grows dark. Candles burn down to the base. The door stays open. Some folks watch. Others turn away in disgust. Finally, the limits of mortal endurance are reached, and the two women collapse on a bed in serious need of cleaning.<br/><br/>"I think you're good," Cinder says as she strokes the elf's calf. Her eyes narrow. Wrong calf. Who else is in bed with them? Oh, a hot older chick. Passed out. Cum splattered.<em>Mhmm...milfs</em>.<br/><br/>Six hours after passing out, Cinder and Virella sit in the public baths, steaming water washing away the filth of hours of lovemaking. "So," Cinder is saying between gulps of wine, "I think we need to visit your lab first. Maybe we should interview some virgins, just to be safe, and then we'll stop by the constabulary to see about any suspicious activity reports. Chances are the shapeshifter was using a form that is not from around here--a stranger. They also act funny around humans. So maybe somebody reported something and will give us a lead."<br/><br/>