Silver Wind 13

 Two weeks after their intimate revelations, Lina and Lir entered the Guild Hall, not in search of quests but for the simple pleasure of socializing. As they walked in, Lina's eyes caught sight of Elara at the guild administrator's desk, her presence there sparking a thought in Lina's mind.

Lina wondered if Elara's influence was behind some of the more peculiar quests, like the one where she had to find Kobold Testicles with the Sack. She remembered the embarrassment and the learning that came with that particular task under Elara's tutelage.

Lir, noticing the change in Lina's expression, asked with concern, "What's wrong? Do you want to talk to Elara?"

Lina shook her head, dismissing it with a smile, "Nothing," and led Lir to the seating area where they could relax and socialize.

They settled in, grabbing some juice to sip on while they mingled with other adventurers. Lina engaged with many, her laughter and stories filling the space. Lir stayed close, her presence a quiet support, her own participation more reserved but always there to add a comment or a nod, her eyes often on Lina, admiring her ease and charm in this setting. Their time at the guild was a reminder of the life they shared, now richer with the truth of their bond, their love apparent to anyone who cared to look.

Elara approached Lina and Lir at their seat, greeting them warmly. They greeted her back, their curiosity piqued when she suggested they visit her store later that day. They nodded in agreement, though they were unsure of the reason. Elara then fell silent for a moment, her gaze shifting to Lina with a knowing look.

"Perhaps you should cut back on your adventures a bit," Elara suggested with a chuckle, her eyes flicking briefly towards Lina's belly.

The implication was clear, and both Lina and Lir blushed, the realization hitting them in front of their peers. Elara, having delivered her message, bid them farewell with a mischievous grin and left the hall.

The other guild members couldn't contain their excitement and curiosity. One of them shouted, "How did you manage that when you're both women?" This question was met with a cacophony of others, the guild members pressing Lina and Lir for details, their faces red with embarrassment as they struggled to respond, overwhelmed by the sudden attention.

Another member, amidst the laughter and teasing, raised a glass and called out, "A toast to the new Silverwinds!" The suggestion was warmly received, with cheers and clinking glasses echoing through the hall. Mira, who had been listening from nearby, couldn't help but step forward to offer her congratulations to Lina and Lir, her smile genuine and filled with happiness for her friends.

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Lina and Lir entered Elara's store, only to find a middle-aged man engaged in conversation with Elara. They waited patiently until the man concluded his business, offering a polite farewell to Elara before leaving. Lina, intrigued, asked, "Is that one of your patrons?"

Elara shook her head, "No, that's my patron's butler." She then turned to Lina with a grateful smile, "Thanks for the wand, by the way. It's made business even better."

Lina couldn't help but wear a smug expression, proud of her contribution to Elara's store. Lir, on the other hand, still found the value of the wand astonishing, her disbelief evident on her face.

"Why did you ask us here?" Lir asked cut to the chase.

Elara's demeanour shifted to one of seriousness, "I wanted to explain what I've found so far about the curse." Her tone suggested they were about to delve into matters of significant importance, perhaps offering some clarity or hope regarding Lir's condition or the path forward for both of them.

Elara began, "I've managed to decipher parts of Miranda's diary, though not fully. The curse was designed to add more curses over 20 years. The final curse was supposed to be the one that killed Lyra. Among the curses already in place are ones that make Lyra see humans as monsters, another that causes uncontrollable sweating from her thighs, and others of that nature."

"That's just harassment." Lina couldn't help but comment.

Elara nodded in agreement, "I deduce that Lyra found a way to stop most of these curses, but three have settled into Lir's body. At least that’s what I’ve found so far. I also believe the real curse was meant to make Lyra age faster, but she managed to alter it." She paused, then added with a hint of humour, "If there's a curse for youthfulness, I'd cast it on myself."

Both Lina and Lir chuckled lightly at Elara's quip.

Elara's expression turned more serious, "However, there's something else. The curse seems to be contagious." She then revealed the most hopeful news, "I've found a way to restore Lyra's memories by reversing part of the curse. It's something you'll have to do, whether you want it or not."

Lina looked at Lir, her eyes filled with encouragement, "Do it, Lir."

Lir, without hesitation, replied, "Yes." Her voice was firm, a mix of readiness and a desire to reclaim the parts of her identity that had been lost to the curse. This was a step towards healing, towards understanding who she had been before this journey began, and what her future might hold with Lina by her side.

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Elara instructed Lina and Lir to return home, explaining that the ritual to alter the curse would take place there later that night. They thanked her and bid farewell, their minds filled with anticipation and a hint of fear.

On the way home, Lina was plagued by a thought that perhaps Lir might not love her the same way once she regained Lyra's memories. She decided to keep this worry to herself. However, Lir, sensing Lina's troubled thoughts, remained silently contemplative.

Once home, night fell, and Elara arrived as promised. She set up for the ritual in their living room, creating a circle on the floor with salt and herbs, placing candles at cardinal points. She chanted in an ancient language, her voice weaving a spell that seemed to resonate with the very air around them. Lir stood in the centre of the circle, her expression one of calm resolve.

As Elara reached the climax of her incantation, a bright light enveloped Lir, descending from above, while a dark, smoky aura was expelled from her body, dissipating into the night. The room fell silent, the magic settling like dust after a storm.

Images and memories flooded Lir's mind. She saw through Lyra's eyes - the moment of being cursed by Miranda, the realization that the curse was contagious, the heart-wrenching decision to leave her family to protect them. She remembered writing the letter to her daughter, finding ways to alter the curse to prevent aging rapidly and to mitigate its effects. Finally, she recalled the moment in the forest, the memories slipping away as she became Lir.

Lir opened her eyes, the room coming back into focus. Lina, who had watched with bated breath, looked at her with worry, "Are you okay?"

Lir, feeling whole for the first time since her memory loss, smiled, "I'm okay." Her voice was steady, filled with love, "And I love you, Lina."

The confession was all Lina needed. She rushed forward, embracing Lir tightly, relief and joy flooding through her. The memories had returned, but Lir's love for Lina had not changed; if anything, it felt even more profound, a love that transcended time, memory, and even the complications of their unique bond.

Elara left, leaving Lina and Lir in the privacy of their home. The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of what had just transpired.

Lina, trying to lighten the mood, playfully asked, "Does my mother still have the other curses?"

"Do you really want to know?" Lir responded understanding the playful yet suggestive tone.  Her voice was teasing, but there was an edge of seriousness.

Lina, her eyes gleaming with mischief, answered, "Yes," her voice laced with seduction magic, stirring Lir's arousal, her curse activating her transformation.

Lir, now with a penis, her voice low and playful, said, "I need to discipline my big sister."

She guided Lina onto all fours, her ancient magic at play as she conjured a slimy substance, coating her penis with it. Without warning, she entered Lina from behind, not in the usual place but into her rear. Lina gasped in surprise, "That's not where it's supposed to go."

Lir, her voice tender yet firm, explained, "I'm afraid to disturb the baby."

The sensation was intense, the slimy substance easing the way, but the novelty and the position brought a flood of new feelings. Lir moved with a rhythm that was both gentle and commanding, her hands holding Lina's hips, guiding her movements. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, Lina's moans a melody to the rhythm of their love.

The climax was simultaneous, a shared peak of pleasure, Lir filling Lina from behind, the sensation overwhelming for both. Lina, still reeling from the intensity, couldn't move, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

But Lir wasn't done. Positioning herself behind Lina once more, she began to suck her own semen from Lina's rear, the act both intimate and daring. Lina's moans grew louder, the sensation of Lir's mouth on her, combined with the aftermath of their climax, pushing her into another orgasm, her body shaking with the force of it.

Lir, her mouth now full, moved to kiss Lina, sharing the taste of their union, their kiss deep and passionate, a mingling of their essences, a testament to their love and the unique magic that bound them. The act was one of profound connection, a dance of giving and receiving, of pleasure and care, in the sanctity of their shared space.