Chapter 4: Figuring Things Out

I go back to the center of the cave and sit on the floor while clutching my hand. Everything except for my fingertips are fully healed. 'At least I know that any part of my body that touches the sun won't instantly burst into flames.' I think to myself.

I think about the rest of my status screen while I wait for my hand to heal. Attribute wise, it seems like I'm 3 times as powerful as a regular human. With my 1.5 increase in attribute effectiveness, I'm 4.5 as strong. Except for my dexterity and astral which I am 7.5 times as strong as the average human. 'That seems about right as the progenitor of a race.' I think while moving on to my racial traits.

'Ibtala's Devour' seems like my best way to grow stronger. The traits that give every race its edge over others is mine for the taking of I can get enough essence to get it. As long as I am powerful enough to take it. 'Or slutty enough' I think to myself. The idea of sleeping with a being to get its strength doesn't disgust me as much as I know it would in the past, instead sleeping with a powerful being makes my entire body tingle pleasurably.

I am starting to accept that my thoughts on certain matters have changed. As long as it is nothing that makes me truly disgusted with myself like killing children just because I can. I pause at that thought. 'When have I been fine with killing ANYONE.' Instead of me feeling nervous about that changing thought I accept the thought of killing others more than I accepted anything else so far in this life. I think the hunting nature of vampires and the demon nature of succubus inside of me both do not mind killing others for emotional gain. I guess it is just my human thought process that makes killing children for no reason disgust me.

I move on from those depressing thoughts to thinking about my second racial trait, 'Ibtala'a Senses'. Seems like all 5 of my senses are heightened, can see in the dark, and I can sense danger and what others get turned on by and what makes them feel good. This is obvious to me because I can see every part of the ceiling as if light was shining directly on it. I also had a tough time seeing tiny details that are far away but I can see the smallest cracks and details in the ceiling.

On the way to this cave I could hear every single plant rustle, animal callings, and insect noises. The smell was the hardest to get used to. I could smell the shit all over the forest that animals have made and it was nauseating.

The ability to see what my other gets turned on by and what makes them feel goof gets me even hornier. My hunger and horniness is starting to increase more and more but I can not do anything about it until the sun goes down. I try to keep myself grounded by continuing my thoughts about my racial traits but it's starting to get harder and harder.

I quickly move on to Ibtala'a body. It seems like I have wings, a tail and horns. I think about how I would let them out. I try to think about letting them out but nothing happens. I try to flex my back so that they will pop out. Wings instantly shoot out of my lower back. I flare them out and they are 1.5 times the length of my body. I seem to be able to control the size of them to be either as small as ½ my body or their full size.

I look behind me and see blood red bat wings except for the white bone sticking out of the top. I flex my head, which I have a difficult time doing at first, and my butt and my horns and tail come out. I feel the horns coming out of the back of my head and reach towards my hair to feel for them. They feel extremely hard and curve from the back of my head to the front of my head. They stoop about an inch from in front of my forehead. I look at my tail next, which seems to be slowly heading towards my vagina.

As soon as I pay attention to it, it seems to go behind me and start waving back and forth. I try to control the tail and seem to be able to make it do pretty much anything I want it to do. I bring it in front of my face so I can have a good look at it. It seems to be about the size of my wrist but as it gets close to the tip, it starts to narrow down. By the time it gets to almost the end it's about half its original thickness. Where it reaches almost the end of the regular tail, it opens into a heart.

The heart is pink around the edges and also has two pink like petals at where the two parts of my tail meet. The inside of the heart is split off into three pieces by pink lines and the inside of the pink lines are pure white. Unlike my wings, which are smaller until I make them longer, my tail seems to be longer than my body but I can shrink it to be thigh length if I want. Also unlike my tail it seems constricting to shorten it.

I practice for a bit on bringing them out and it seems they work just like a muscle with flexing them to bring them out and flexing again to bring them back in. I keep bringing them in and out until it becomes natural. I decide to keep my features out unless it becomes necessary to hide them. It feels natural and more comfortable to bring them out then to keep them in my body. I keep my wings folded against my back and my tail wrapped around my leg. When I do this the end of the tail wraps around my ankle instead of dragging against the floor.

As I finish playing with my new appendages, I remember what the rest of the trait said. I look down at my breast and fail to see my nipples. I reach to grab them for the first time so I can bring nipples into my sight. As my hand grasps my breast a gasp reaches my throat. I thought they would be firmer by how they don't sag at all but they are as soft as marshmallows.

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My hands almost sink into my breast and the rush of pleasure feels just as good as when I rubbed my vagina lips. I couldn't help but continue rubbing them and relishing in the feelings that it gave me. 'I wonder how my nipples feel if this feels so good.' I keep grabbing my breasts but edge towards my nipples. As my fingers brush them a feeling unlike anything I ever experiences runs through me. It feels like when I got head from my past life but a hundred times better. I start to pull and rub them trying to get pleasure and succeed immediately.

I fall to the ground with my legs spread open as pressure begins to appear in my lower stomach. As I fall to the ground my vagina hits the floor and that final rush of pleasure pushes me over the edge. I arch my back from the pleasure and forget to breathe as an orgasm runs through me. My mind goes blank for a moment and my legs start to quiver. Rubbing my vagina along the rough cave floor, extending my orgasm.

I slowly gain the ability to form coherent thoughts again. As I do I feel the libido that has been steadily rising at the exact same state as it was before. The orgasm didn't help in the slightest. 'Worth it though' I thought to myself while slowly rising to my feet. As I do I see a small puddle underneath me and my thighs absolutely soaked. 'Damn, that came from me?' I wonder while standing straighter on my rapidly recovering legs. "Of course I did." I answer my stupid question out loud.

My first female orgasm just got rid of my last misgivings about changing gender. How much more pleasure and erogenous zones it gave me then my previous body crossed that line. I look at my breast which started this whole thing and reach to grasp them again. I accomplish my previous goal of pointing my nipples towards my face so that I can have a clear sight of them instead of just glancing a peek at the top of them. I make a conscious effort of trying to ignore how this is sending me bolts of pleasure.

I think of milk coming out of them and milk immediately starts to form a steady stream down my nipples. The milk is a light pink that reminds me of strawberry milk. I quickly stop the stream and let my breast go so the combined pleasure of the milk running across my nipples and me grabbing my breast doesn't cloud my mind again. 'Seems like I really do lactate.' I ponder 'Even if it's not the type of breast milk I'm used to seeing.' I ignore the part of my backdoor and vagina always being wet and ready until a time I'm not so horny.

I could not do anything to check over 'Ibtala'a Biology' but it was nice that I can make other's of me so that I won't be the only one of my kind. The idea of giving birth first worried me but the thought of my part succubus half calmed me down. I don't think succubus ,the sexual species that they are, will have a painful birth.

'Ibtala'a Natural Weapons' was something that interested me greatly. I look at my red nails on my fully healed right hand and try the same thing as I did with my succubus parts. I flexed my hand and my short pointy nails extended a full two inches. I tried to bend them to see if they were bendable and accidentally scratched my finger. The pain barely registers but I am amazed by how sharp they are. The thought of the pointy end of my horns sent a shiver up my spine. I look at my wings and tail and wonder besides the bony part of my wings, how could they be weapons. I think of anime where characters slice things with their wings and stab things with their tail were the only things that I could see them being used for.

I walk to one of the cave walls and look at the end of my bat like wings. The top looked dull and like they couldn't cut anything. As soon as the thought crosses my mind I see them sharpen like a blade. I swing my wings at the wall and watch as scratch marks appear on the wall. 'Damn' I look at my tail and try thinking of the end of the heart to sharpen. The round edge sharpens to a point and I stab at the wall with it. I angle it so that it slides across the wall and watch as a deeper scratch mark then my wings appear on the wall. Lastly I try to scratch the wall with my claws and watch as the same streak as the one from my tail appeared on the wall. 'Seems like my nails and tail work better than my wings.' I note.

Lastly I look at 'Language Comprehension' and understand that this was the skill that allowed me to understand the creator of this body. 'The 'father' of this body' I correct myself. I still feel a connection with Ignata and wonder if I should start calling him father. 'New body, New parents. He is also technically this body father and is the only person I know in this world.' With that thought I convinced myself to call Ignata father as a promise to a new beginning. I will always be me but I understand that I will change as my journey through this world continues. 'Heck I'm already changing' I note after thinking of the new thoughts that my new race brings me. I am changing and calling Ignata my father will be the first step to accepting that change.

"Ibtala'a Sex Magic' is something I should test out later. It is also sundown outside by the looks of it. I go to my name in the status screen to do what I wanted to do before I set out to hunt and find the dungeon. I think of what I can choose and decide on a name from my mother roots. Ibtala'a is the Arabic word for devour something from my past Arabic half in my past life. I decided to choose something African for my mother and to have another reminder of where I came from. As I step outside the cave after there is no sunlight outside a blue screen with my new name appears in front of me.

< Name: Thema Enat Makena >

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