And now the finale for Scott. A long adventure that started over a year ago for me, and about ten months for most of you!  I’m glad to have had you here for it, and look forward to the next big adventure we see played out over months!  Let me know if you are happy with the conclusion!  

 

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself.  Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.

 

Rules for the subs:

As always, a constant theme in my stories are the rules…  and these are the rules for the un-owned subs that want a little control taken from them.  These are optional, at least until you follow rule #1..

Rule #1  You belong to me until you thank me for your next orgasm.  Say it, “Mistress Dyvia, I belong to you until I thank you for my next orgasm.”

Rule #2  I mark my subs.  I prefer lipstick on your lips, thick and unblotted so you feel me every time you press your lips together.   If unavailable, get a black marker and write my name on your cock, or just over your pussy.

Rule #3  I over use ellipses…  ...really... ...I do…  But I enjoy this.  So whenever you see one, give your cock or clit a gentle slap, nothing painful, but one that will bring you a burst of arousal.  And remember I did this to you, not you.  ;)

Rule #4  email me at the end.  Let me know what you thought of the story, your expectations for things to come…  and how much you wish to be either Scott or Daphne. 

Rule #5 When you are done reading the story and writing Mistress, it is time to cum…  Just chant, “I am Mistress Dyvia’s thrall!” over and over again until the orgasm sweeps over you, and be sure to verbally thank your Mistress, even if I’m not there.

 

Enjoy.


Mistaken Identity
Scott’s Chapter 10

by Mistress Dyvia


Nervously Beatrix reached forward and pressed the doorbell to her parents home.  She heard the tell tale ding dong, part of her felt like she was going to faint, she would have to face not only her father and grandfather again, but this time for the first time see her sisters and her mother as a woman.

The last few days had gone by with surprising ease.  Once the whole vampire thing had been sorted out, it was all swimming, sex, and lounging around for the remaining days of the cruise.  They got in late last night, and the day had been full of nerves as she knew this was coming.  In some ways the idea of disappearing as most succubi did was appealing, never having to face the judgement of her family for such a stupid moment of judgement…  But she loved her family, and since the knowledge was already there, all she had to do was get through tonight.

Daphne was nice enough to do her makeup for her.  She was used to doing the sexy, ‘I wanna fuck tonight’ makeup that was now second nature to her, but Daphne was better at the sublter, ‘I’m pretty and these colors bring out my natural beauty’ type of makeup.  It had been a pretty crazy week, but clearly she had so much to learn even now. 
 

She squeezed Daphne’s hand for a moment still standing at the door, normally she would have just walked right in, but somehow she felt like a stranger.  She was grateful for Daphne being here tonight.  They heard the footsteps approaching, and Beatrix pulled her hand away and double checked her outfit, and played with her hair for the briefest of moments before the sound of the doorknob turning echoes in the silence.  She dropped her hands to her sides, and the door opened.

Candace and Muriel, her sisters stood in the door and they both just kept staring trying to figure out which one of them must have been their brother…  and how the hell was ‘he’ that much of a woman.  Candace was dressed in casual clothes, jeans and a t-shirt while Muriel was dressed more like her and Daphne did on the nights they were going to a nightclub on the cruise…  She probably had a date after dinner.

Muriel spoke first, “Okay, I just can’t tell, which one of you is ‘Beatrix?’” Which told Beatrix that for them not to ask for his male name, meant that their Grandfather must have filled them in on her new identity, which made sense since he did provide the paperwork.

Beatrix smiled at Daphne and she smiled back, and then Beatrix looked at Muriel and pointed to Daphne, “She is.” Daphne’s smile turned to shock as the two sisters grabbed her in a hug and Beatrix walked passed them into the house.

She heard Daphne’s ‘But.. but…” stammering in the unexpected position.

She came to the dining room and stuck her head in and saw her father and grandfather sitting and chatting.  They both stopped and looked up at her, neither really expecting her to be as put together as she was.  Just over a week ago she was a mess, a man waking up who expected to be a vampire, instead was a woman, and needed to have sex with men for nutrition... and now she was a confident woman, not only embracing the role, but becoming the role.  “Hey.”

The two looked back at her, “Hey.” at the same time mocking her exact intonations, and the father and son looked at each other and chuckled.

A foot step from the other door snapped her attention up, her mother stepped in, and things clicked in place…  Specifically her old name of ‘Scott’ which had been stolen from her mind for days on Daphne’s command to forget any name other than Beatrix until she saw her mother again.  And her mother stopped and looked her up and down, almost a scowl, but a forced smile…  A jealous woman who did not like a beautiful woman near her husband.

She put down a tray of coffee and looked at her, “You must be Daphne.  We’ll have a few minutes, the girls have been wanting to play twenty questions with Beatrix since Dean and Joe told us what happened.”

Beatrix shrugged, “I expected that, That’s why I said Daphne was me when the door opened.”

Both her father and grandfather laughed at that. But her mother’s expression changed, less judgmental and more soft, unbelieving… And she opened up her arms, and said, “Get you ass over here.” And Beatrix, for as much as a rebel to her parents as she had been in the last couple years, found no desire to rebel against that command.  And she hugged her mom as tightly as she dared given her inhuman strength. And a moment later felt an extra set of hands which told her that her father also joined the hug.

A clambering of voices broke the silence as her sisters and Daphne came into the dining room as well.  “Not funny, ‘Beatrix.’” with her voice making an emphasis on her new name that both found oddly familiar to her, and yet sounded like she was trying out the first time calling her by that.  But even with Muriel’s bitchy emphasis on her name, she found herself pulling herself away from her parents and into their own little hug.  “And seriously, how the fuck do you get bigger tits than I do and you didn’t even start witht the v-card.”

Beatrix shrugged, “No idea, but they are amazing.” Out of the corner of her yes, she saw Daphne introducing herself to her mother.” Probably cuz I started out as a guy and needed every advantage.” she made up on the spot.

She tried to give a scowl, but giggled instead, “Not the attitude I would have expected.”

“And what about me?” another voice, her other sister Candace, “no hug for me?”

“Not my fault that you were last in line.” Beatrix said with a huge grin on her face, as they pulled each other together and hugged as well.

“I was first in line, you tricked us.” she retorted in ‘that tone’ as only a sister could use.

“Well…  You should have expected that from me.” responded herself with the snarkiest of facial expressions she could muster.

They all sat down and talked a bit about how her sisters and mother heard the news and her and Daphne talked about the adventures on the cruise ship, leaving out much, like the vampires and the sex.  Well they alluded to sex, but nothing was spoken specifically.  Honestly, Muriel would have been intrigued, her parents would have been uncomfortable at best, horrified at worst, and who knows how Candace would have reacted…  Though her Grandfather likely would have listened with professional detachment as if it were a vampire drinking blood.

Once dinner was served they all sat down and started talking about fun times.  Daphne was treated as if she was ‘his’ new girlfriend, though clearly she wasn’t a ‘he’ any longer, and Daphne was not a girlfriend in any classic sense, unless girlfriend was a little more friend with benefits who taught you to act like you should and mothered over you and treated you like her best friend…

As dinner broke up they each seemed to break into different groups as Beatrix helped clear off the table and helped her mother clean, Daphne went off with Muriel and Candace, and her father and grandfather went to the living room and were watching the television.

“Are you really okay in there?” her mother asked. 

‘In there?’ such an odd way, this was her, she wasn’t trapped in a prison.  Beatrix looked up, somewhat caught off guard, “yeah, I’m good, still getting used to everything.  So weird having breasts in the way, I can’t even cross my arms the right way, still feels so odd to me.  Ever notice guys put their arms in front of their chest, and their nipples? I do that, I put this odd downward pressure on my nipples and I don’t like it.  If I do it but come up, I feel like I just turn my arms into a push up bra and now I’m just all out there.”

Her mother laughed for a moment, “You know, I never really noticed that.”  She crossed her own arms for a moment, and then lifted her arms, as if remembering being a teenager and exaggerating the expression, but almost disappointing herself until she looked at Beatrix’s chest and rationalized it was probably a size thing.

Beatrix laughed at her mother’s experiment, but decided to respond to her mother’s words anyway. “Well, I am now!  Like every day.”

“And what about the whole ‘Beatrix’ thing, must be hard to get used to, I’m surprised she didn’t go with something that began with an ‘S’ to help you get used to it.”

With a shrug Beatrix informed her, “it didn’t really matter, because of the bond we have, she can make me do whatever she commands me to do.  That includes memory stuff.  She made me forget my name was Scott all week.  I forgot it until tonight, the entire time I was on that cruise ship, I knew my name hadn’t always been Beatrix, but I couldn’t remember anything else.  I remembered you calling me ‘Trixie’ when I was a little boy… I didn’t forget that I was a boy, I just had no memories of being called Scott.”

Her mother looked visibly upset, “Just how powerful is her control over you?”
 

“Pretty much complete.  But luckily she’s pretty cool.  If I had been that foolish with a less moral person, I imagine it could have gone pretty bad.  I mean she could order me to kill my whole family, and it would legitimately be a deep desire for me to do.  She could command me to forget everything before the night I was changed, and I would have.  No idea I was ever a man.  But she’s been gentle with me, given me baby steps when I've needed them and a good push when that was needed.  Though she made her mistakes too…”

Her eyebrows rose as she continued to wash the dishes and Beatrix dried them with a towel as she put them in the rack. “Have you given any thought to the fact that sooner or later you might have to sleep with a man?  I mean, you’re straight.”

Now it was Beatrix’s turn to let her eyebrows rise to the sky, “Well I gave it a lot of thought, and then I did it… and I was a slobbering mess until the next day, and then it just clicked, and I’ve been sleeping with like ten guys a day since… on average.” suggesting more than that on some days… and truth be told, she had been involved in several orgies at this point and had long given up on knowing where her numbers were at that point. 

As if trying to break away from those thoughts, “‘Trixie,’ huh?  Do you want to be called that?”

“If you want, though to be honest, that’s the name I give out to guys…”

“Beatrix will be fine…  Maybe just ‘B?’”  and then a cringey look appeared on her face, as if she just put together a few too many things. “Oh Geez…  You’ve slept with more guys than Muriel…”

“Mom!” she exclaimed at the potential insinuation that her sister was a slut.

“You have noticed the dresses she wears, and the fact that she has a new boyfriend every six to eight weeks?”

“Well yeah…”

“And do you really think she’s just kissing them?”

Beatrix groaned, “I don’t want to be thinking about my sister like that.”

“Talking about who like what?” Muriel’s voice came from behind them.

Immediately their mother added, “Your ‘new sister’ has slept with a lot of men already. And given the numbers she gave me, I said she’s slept around with more men than you.”

“Mom!” the two sisters said in unison.

“Well, how many men have you slept with?” she asked Muriel.

Her cheeks blushed, “I don’t know.”

Of course their mother continued, “Beatrix said she slept with ten guys a day since they started that cruise, I’m guessing she’s exaggerating...“ Beatrix wondered briefly what her mother would think of her, if she knew those numbers would likely be a little bit short…  “...So you tell me, which of you has slept with more men?” and of course the question was still directed at Muriel…  who put her head down slightly and pointed to Beatrix much the way she had pointed to Daphne when her sisters answered the door earlier.  So, yes the finger-arrow-thing was definitely a sibling thing, which made it all the more surprising to Beatrix that her sisters didn’t catch it initially.

Muriel wrapped her arm around Beatrix’s and pulled her to the living room. Beatrix followed giving a small finger wave to her mother who smiled with amusement.  As they sat down, Muriel instantly started, “You know I always wanted to have a sister.”

“And Candace doesn’t count?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Well she’s more like a younger version of mom, with you, we can do makeovers, talk about boys, and maybe go clubbing together or something.”

Beatrix’s eyebrow rose again, “I’m cool with that, but to be honest, not how I thought this conversation would go.  But I need to warn you, my change made it so I’m not exactly like a normal girl.  Vampires crave blood. And as a succubi, in a similar way, I crave sex.  I don’t get all swoony over guys I see… It’s more like a smell or seeing something I like, I let out some pheromones, and everyone around me is suddenly ready to party in bed.  I am emotionally unable to establish romantic or sexual ties.  From what Daphne tells me, I could get married and love a person, I could fuck him every day, but I’d never look at them as more endearing than a friend.  I’d never be jealous if they slept with someone else.  I’d likely never have a desire to be exclusive…  so yeah, we can do makeovers, I’m still learning that, so I’m sure you could teach me a few tricks… And it’d be fun to go clubbing, assuming you won’t be shocked if I disappear out back occasionally…  which I will totally be having sex… and I’ll talk about the boys, but you need to understand, my empathy only goes so far, I remember having crushes on women as a man, but I don ‘t understand having crushes on men, they’re all just fun times.”

Muriel just looked ahead, her smile lost for only a brief moment, “okay.  Blah blah blah… fine, but what about these pheromones.  You can make any guy horny with them?”

Sniffing a snort of a laugh, Beatrix nodded, “yup. And any woman.”

“Ohhh.  I thought you couldn’t feed off women…”

Beatrix shrugged, “I can’t, but I can still have sex, Daphne says its probably an evolutionary advantage so that women wouldn’t get jealous when succubi slept with women’s husbands, they didn’t get jealous, they joined in.” a brief pause, and they both laughed.

“Succubi evolve?” she asked. “Like did you start out as pink monkeys or something?”

Beatrix took a moment trying not to laugh at the idea of pink monkeys seducing brown ones, “First, evolution doesn’t work like that even in the natural world, and I have no idea if succubi actually evolved from something else, or if more desirable traits move on to each successive generation or not.  I don’t know if there is actual science on succubi available to us at this point.”

“Geek.”

Beatrix rolled her eyes, “yup.”

Muriel was still amused, yet clearly surprised that a different insult hadn’t escaped.  Beatrix had almost said ‘slut,’ since the word danced in her mind from the conversation with their mother, but that seemed mean, and she wasn’t about to slut-shame her sister… especially when they had already established that she had slept with more men in the last week than Muriel had in her adult life.  A glint of excitement and possibly curiosity showed in Muriel’s eyes, “So what if you find a guy you don’t like, but he’s super horny and aggressive?”

Beatrix smiled, “Funny you should ask.”  She stood up and walked to the dining room for a moment and returned with her purse…  She fished through it for just a  moment, and pulled a coin out.  And then she pulled it apart like a cracker.  “I’m super strong.”

Muriel’s mouth hung open, “Whoa.” she reached forward taking the two pieces of the coin. She inspected them as if they might be a joke coin or toy, but she realized the jagged edges were real, and sharp.  “I could think of a few ex-boyfriends I would love to introduce you to.”

“You don’t really think I would just smash a guy, right?”

She rolled her eyes, “Maybe if they got you in the right mood.” 

An image of her draining the masculinity right out of a guy came to her mind, and Beatrix simply smiled and said, “There’s worse things I can do, and still less painful.”

Muriel looked as if she were about to ask for details when an ‘Ahem,’ came from the doorway, and Candace stepped closer, “Do I get a turn with my new sister?”

Beatrix answered, “Of course.” and gave a head nudge to Muriel to give them a little space.  Muriel kissed Beatrix’s cheek and joined the others leaving her alone with Candace.

She sat down next to Beatrix and took her hand. “You’ll watch over the family right?”

“Of course!” she said with a reassuring voice, “You’ll never have anything to worry about.”

Candace smiled, but it was a bit solemn, “I meant, in the years and centuries to come.”  She paused to consider her words, “Like Maharet... in The Vampire Chronicles books.”

She remembered the books which were great, she remembered the queen of the damned movie which was fun, but certainly not great and remembered the vampire who tracked all of her family for thousands of years and was always the strange aunt, but everyone knew they could go to her.  “I will do my best for as long as I can.” she settled on imagining her own great-aunt who had seven children, twenty-three grandchildren, thirty-two great-grandchildren, and four great-great grandchildren before she died at the age of ninety-six.  “And of course be there for the ones who truly need my help.”  but she wasn’t even sure of the logistics of keeping track of the family if there were spurts like the other side of the family had.

Candace smiled, “I suppose that’s a pretty good answer.  I guess you can’t have giant walls of family trees yourself.  It would take up all your time just tracking them, let alone caring for them.”

Beatrix laughed, “I was having a similar thought.  Though to be honest, I’m more surprised that was your first question to ask of me now that you see me like this.”

Candace leaned in and whispered into her ear, “shhh. I haven’t told anyone yet, but… I’m pregnant.  And legacies are on my mind.  I want my baby and her babies… maybe his babies to always know there is someone who will love them unconditionally and always be there for them.”

Beatrix’s mouth dropped, as she pulled away from Candace… at first Candace’s facial expression looked hurt, but then lightened as she saw Beatrix look back and forth from face to stomach looking for a lie, or a sign of a baby.  “Really?”

“We’ve been trying for a little while.” was all the soon-to-be-bigger-than-a-house sister had to say.

“Well congratulations, and don’t worry, my nieces and nephews and their children will always have an auntie they can come to.” They hugged again, and in the silence Beatrix heard Daphne talking about vampires with her grandfather.  “I think I need to talk to Grandpa.”

Candace looked shocked as she put a hand on her tummy, “about…?” as if afraid that Beatrix would spill the pregnancy secret. 

“No, silly, about supernatural stuff, and Daphne probably overheard your whisper. But she’ll keep it quiet too.” There was relief on Candace’s face as she got up and walked in the direction of their mother, as Beatrix walked toward Daphne and her grandfather.

“Tell me again, exactly how did the vampires target Scott?” he asked.

“If you listened to your voicemail, you would know that your organization has a leak.”

Beatrix cleared her throat, and then added, “Maybe we should discuss this in the study where we could have some privacy…”

Her grandfather looked up and nodded, and the three of them went their way, closed the door, and talked.  And then he echoed his first question, “Exactly how did the vampires target Scott?”

This time Beatrix decided to answer the question and take some of the intensity off Daphne. “They came looking for the girl who had escaped a vampire’s possession. They did not know who the vampire was, but they knew my name and that Scott was killed in the process.”

Joe, Beatrix’s grandfather put his head down, “Information that was only in the report that I had submitted.”

Daphne leaned forward in her seat, “Which I imagine only those in your little organization should have.”

“Yeah…” he stated with more than a little frustration.

Doing the opposite of Daphne, Beatrix sat back, crossed her legs, “Dumb question, but you guys know vampires can possess the people they bite, right?”

“Well not exactly, they have access to some of the knowledge that the humans they bit have in some extreme cases.” he stated matter of factly.

“Nope,” Beatrix stated almost smugly, “Straight up possession, if they’ve bitten someone, they can leave a supernatural mark in them, one that allows them to swap consciousness if they want.”

“Swap, so the person bitten is in the vampire’s body?  Or like they are running in a body that is not in their control?”

“Vampire’s body.” Daphne clarified curtly.

And drawing his own conclusions, Joe pressed his lips into a tight line and conceded, “Which means we do have a traitor, otherwise they could have or should have warned us about what happened… or we would have found a body.”  A moment of thought, “This needs to be reported.  I wonder if we can use this to our own advantage?”  the question more to himself than the two succubi in front of him.

The girls looked at each other with a smile, Daphne teased,  “Funny how you should mention that.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Oh?”

Beatrix shrugged, “The swap can be permanent if the human is killed within seconds of the transfer.” and she waited for the look of doubt on his face before she added, “And their souls are not tainted by the change.”

HIs eyes closed in until he almost had a unibrow, “How can you be sure?”

“We have a friend that it happened to…” Daphne started, dangling the sentence for Beatrix to pick up,

She did so with just the most base of dramatic pauses, “...And you met her before she became a male vampire.”

His eyes looked Beatrix up and down, “Another supernatural sex change?” he let out a sigh, “Statistically speaking I’ve never heard of supernatural sex changes happening, and now I’m learning about two of them in as many weeks.” another pause, “Who is it?”

Beatrix knowing who Jordan was, answered, “My old girlfriend, Jordan.”

Joe’s eyes pressed together, “Jordan?” he gathered his thoughts, “But she died in a car accident, there was nothing supernatural about it.”

“There was,” Beatrix stated a bit sombrely, “There was obviously an adrenaline rush when she heard the car coming at her, but an even more intense alarm went off in her mind when she recognized the car belonging to her abusive ex-boyfriend.  It was in the middle of the day, the adrenaline alerted him to Jordan’s danger, but the recognition of danger, made him leap into her body before it was all said and done…  I mean, vampires may not be able to love their humans, but they are quite possessive of them, and the recognition of who it was likely set off his jealousy as well. There’s a brief period five to ten seconds after the change where if you kill the human body, the consciousness will remain in control of the vampire body.  The vehicle hit Jordan’s body and death was almost instant, and Jordan was stuck in Michael’s body.”

Daphne added, “I expect you will tell your fellow vampire hunters, but I’d just like to point out, most vampires don’t even know this is a thing, and those that do know, will likely want to keep it a secret.  So be careful with the information.”

“I will.”

They discussed a few more things, and then Beatrix got up to leave, and Daphne said she still wanted to talk a few more minutes, so she left and sat next to her father.  “Soooo…”

He laughed, “So… how are you doing like this?”

“Pretty good, but trust me when I say a good father probably doesn’t want to know the details of my day to day life.”

He snorted a laugh, “True enough, Father’s never want to know about their daughter’s sex lives.”

“But you never minded me telling you about it when I was a guy, isn’t that a bit sexist?”

“Not wanting to know was your idea.”

“Oh, it was just a heads up.  I’m giving you every gruesome detail. Starting from the point where the first guy pulled down his pants and I saw his, enormous, throbbing-”

“Na-na-na-na-na!” he chanted, putting his fingers in his ears.

Beatrix heard her sisters laughing and realized they heard the whole thing.  Though Muriel was clearly laughing louder and harder, where Candace had more of a soft giggle going on as her cheeks burned a bit red.

“Seriously, you are still helping me with investments, right?”

A sardonic smile bled from her father’s smiles, “Why wouldn’t I? You are my daughter, in some ways you are still my son, I will always help you.  Just as I expect you’ll still come to lunch with me, or family dinner every so often.

“Thanks Dad.”

The night carried on with a pleasantness and a number of laughs.  Plans were made for the future, and Beatrix left the house with an odd sense of relief that her family had accepted the new her without any judgement…  But then thought about her mother’s initial reaction, and realized it was ‘without much’ judgement.

They got ready to leave.  A lot of hugs for both her and Daphne and then they were stepping out of the house.  Mureil stepped out with them as Candace wanted to talk to her parents…  Beatrix guessed it was going to be the pregnancy announcement.  Daphne went to start up the car.

Muriel asked if they were still going to see each other the following week and go to a club.  Beatrix promised she would.  And just as she was about to break in a different direction, “hey sis,” Beatrix said to Muriel.

“Yeah?”

She stepped in closer, and watched the way her sister studied her face, almost a longing in her eyes, “remember when I was fourteen, and I snuck into your room during a sleepover while you and your friends were getting ice cream?”

She licked her lips, “Yeah…  that was crazy…”  her sister was losing her focus,

“Remember what you did to me when you and your friends caught me?” she asked as she stroked a finger down Muriel’s arm.

She seemed to smile a bit more, moving her own hand to move a strand of hair out of her face and around her ear.  Her eyes still dreamy clicked on the memory, and a dazed, “yeah…”

Beatrix leaned in putting her other hand on Muriel’s hip, “Well, I just made you horny for sister, so now we’re even.”  She immediately broke the contact with Muriel and walked toward the car.

It was a brief moment and Beatrix got about five steps away before her sister yelled back, “That so doesn’t make us even!” her voice clearing up from the lust she was trying to clear out of her mind.  Beatrix simply turned back and stuck her tongue out at her sister playfully.

She had a huge smile on her face as she got into the car with Daphne.  They stopped on the way home to grab something to eat… and by eat, they stopped somewhere to have sex, and made their way back to their apartment…  ‘Their’ apartment, formerly just Daphne's…  She was very clear that for the foreseeable future she would share everything with her protege.

They sat back in and had a couple drinks, and of course the drinks didn’t make them drunk in the ways it made humans, but their smiles were unyielding, they were happy and horny, they had fed so they were satiated.

They shared a kiss.  It was sexual and intense, and somehow just a bit hotter than what either of them gave to the men they fed on.  They were succubi, they loved with no restraint, and were never hindered by things like jealousy.  For Beatrix, at any time, Daphne was her lover, her mother, her sister, her best friend, her teacher…  But right now, this night… Daphne was just her lover and clearly Daphne was looking at Beatrix in the same way.

Their clothes were long gone by the time that they reached the bedroom.  The sex was fantastic and they both climaxed multiple times, and as the hours moved into the late night.  Beatrix layed there, content.  Happy to be with Daphne, but also realized something very special about tonight… 

This was the first time they really had sex together, just them.  They had sex with others... around each other, and even on the cruise shared partners, but this was the first time since she was still human…  ‘Scott’ in body… that the two were just intimate by themselves.  She knew she was unable to have a possessive love over Daphne, she couldn’t or wouldn’t even want to be exclusive with her, yet somehow this moment was far more intimate than anything she had ever really experienced.

She still had no idea what her role as a queen would mean for her.  Assuming Daphne was right, but if Daphne was going to be there as a friend or lover, everything was going to be fine.

The End of Scott’s Journey… for now.

And that is the end of that story for now.  Next week I will be allowing my readers, Patrons and twitter followers to vote on my next serial, which at least the first chapter of each is already available...  The stories are: RBF, The Chick with the Demonic Dick, Revenge of the Bimbofied Mistress (Prequel called ‘Mistress, Broken’ is available on my site), and Depra/ived. Most are available on fictionmania, but you can see my website for the others.


That all being said, this is the end of my first large story. Want me to write something like this again, let me know your thoughts, your feedback encourages me to write more!

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