When little Eelesia is born, she inherits several supernatural traits from each of her parents. Perfect hair that never tangles or gets dirty, skin that never blemishes or gets dirty, an erogenous throat that gives her the ability to hold her breath for half a day, a complete absence of body hair, and various optimizations to her flesh and internal organs, some that bless her with digestion that produces no waste, others that won't become salient until puberty. Such biological blessings aren't unheard of, but to have so many right out of the womb is somewhat rare.

From her mother specifically she inherits an innate extrasensory perception of magic. From her father, she inherits an innate conductivity for magical energies. From her mother, she inherits a form of supernatural lucidity of mind. From both parents she inherits an Elemental Aspect, combining the opposed energies of Holy and Dark within her nature. In her, these traits combine into a powerful catalyst of magic that causes her eyes to glow with prismatic light and writhing shadows, like an aurora in the night sky. In a stroke of bad luck, these traits also combine destructively to create an affliction that will eventually cause her sex drive to become enflamed by the presence of mana, as well as wax and wane with the cycles of the stars.

Telepaths throughout the City come to warn her father that Eelesia's mind shines like a psychic beacon. Safe, here deep within the Royal City, but dangerous in the world at large. Worried for her, Kale takes Eelesia to a renown Fleshcrafter to have his daughter's body further enhanced with supernatural resilience, flexibility, rejection of parasite infestation, and the innate ability to purify herself of corrupting energies.

He pays to have her trained in martial arts, bare-handed and with staves, his precocious little girl taking to the lessons with talent, when she isn't thoroughly distracted from learning to fight by playing with the mechanical puzzles he buys for her as toys. She grows bored of swinging a stick in minutes, but sits on the floor all night playing with gears and levers and building her own toys out of watch-maker's kits and craftwork. Despite this, she rapidly advances out of her age cohort and finds herself sparring against kids twice her age. Her opponents say that fighting her is like trying to hit wind; she can always feel an attack coming no matter what they try.

When puberty arrives, and the wide world of mana opens to her, Eelesia's other interests pale in comparison to the rush she feels when she manages to move her own mana for the first time. She wants to be a mage, she declares, that very day. She wants to be a mage, whatever it takes.

This is a dream.

Question not thy path, for it is beautiful.

I grant you my boon.

Become glorious, little mage.

With his daughter so dead-set on learning spellcasting, he isn't that surprised that she wakes up one morning blazing with several times the mana she was radiating the previous night. The Wisened Void is kind of like that.

He finds and purchases a Scroll of Chirr. It isn't easy. It is probably the single most in-demand item in the entire world, though they aren't so hard to make that it takes more than a week on a waiting list to get his hands on one, for a professional healer with connections, here in the Royal City.

Kale smiles quietly to himself as he comes home to find his daughter reading a book on the rituals of the witch tribes. "Starshine, I have a surprise for you."

Eelesia continues reading for several heartbeats before her head snaps up, an eager and hopeful smile on her face. "You got one?"

     Kale pulls the wrapped scroll out from behind his back. "I got one."

Eelesia dashes across the room to glomp her dad, snatch the Scroll out of his arms, and then zip upstairs to the privacy of her room.

She shuts the curtains and turns on the gaslamps, before clearing a space on the rug in the center of her room.

With a tug, she unfastens the scroll, and jumps back slightly as it springs open. The thick, rubbery material unrolls with considerable force, flattening itself out with a thump. The design engraved in the Scroll, the Chirr rune, is instantly recognizable. The foundation of all Spellcraft. Everybody knows it.

The Chirr rune is what makes spellcasters possible. When attached to a living soul, it allows one to convert their innate mana from life-force to free magical energy. The tricky part, of course, is the 'attach to a living soul', and that's what the Scroll is for. Only free mana could be used to manifest a rune, and only one's own mana could pull the rune into one's soul. A circular problem with no solution, until science revealed the way.

To Eelesia's extrasensory-boosted Truesight, the Scroll is a fascinating interplay of enchantments, loops of power and logic slithering around and in and out of the physical carving of Chirr.

"Right," Eelesia murmurs to herself.

The Scroll needs a 'magically charged' bodily fluid, as well as an entire flushing of her mana pool while in contact with the Scroll. An exhausting endeavor, but so worth it. For her a magically charged bodily fluid means arousal-slick, since she doesn't... oh wait no, her eyes are... she could totally use tears for this, couldn't she. As fascinating a revelation as that is intellectually, it will remain academic as it's time she stops getting distracted and becomes a Spellcaster!

Eelesia goes to her closet and gets out her trusty life-like rubber dildo, which she'd entirely failed to buy behind her dad's back when they went out on her 14th birthday. She sets it down in the center of the Scroll and starts slipping her clothes off. Once she's naked, she carefully kneels down on top of the scroll, running her hands over her slim body as she rubs herself against the dildo's tip.

After a bit of a warm-up, Eelesia sinks down on the dildo and starts slowly ridding it, forcing herself to be patient and focus on the pleasure so she'll leak as much fluid as possible. Slowly, her pussy juice starts to fill in the engraved channels in the Scroll, more and more, until finally it reaches sufficient capacity. The light that erupts from the Scroll is entirely mundane, given off to signal that it's ready, but Eelesia can see the magic directly. With her dildo buried inside her and her legs folded under her, Eelesia turns all of her attention to her mana and pours it out toward the Scroll.

An unnatural wind kicks up within her bedroom, flinging random bits and bobs around and rustling the curtains. Light blazes between her body and the rune of Chirr. Her mana pool refills with terrifying speed, never before drained this much this fast for her to realize its true recovery rate. She has to push harder, faster, ejecting mana from herself in such quantity that she actually goes empty.

The storm of energy rattles the walls. Her curtains tear aside, spilling sunlight over her nude body, and exposing her to anyone who happens to look out their window from across the street. She doesn't stop, though. She can't. It's working. Her mana pool is getting emptier and emptier. The Scroll is turning to glass, changing from opaque to crystalline clarity.

With a gasp, the last of her mana evaporates.

Beneath her, the Scroll melts and flows up her body like water, sinking into her flesh like a thousand tentacles into less than a thousand vaginas, intimately violating and deliciously pleasurable. Eelesia's eyes stare unseeing at the ceiling in shock at the sensation, for the first time dull and without the glimmers of cosmic light that usually play across her sclera.

And then it's over.

The unnatural wind dies. The curtains fall slack, casting Eelesia in shadow. All is quiet, as the shimmer of prismatic light and deep shadow swims back into being in Eelesia's eyes. Her mana pool refills quickly, but it feels different now. She can feel the hard core that represents Chirr at the metaphorical 'bottom' of her mana pool, inscribed on her soul.

A giddy delight bubbles up within Eelesia and she bounces in excitement, giggles cut of by a pleasured gasp as the motion re-impales her on her dildo. Giggling again at herself, Eelesia remains impaled as she straightens up and playfully makes a dramatic gesture toward the wall.

"Chirr!" she incants, and the rune within her responds to its name.

A puff of unformed energy splashes against the wall to no effect, but Eelesia barely even sees that in the face of the sudden apocalypse of sexual urgency that spills out from her mana pool and slithers around her body like the molesting advances of a million horny tentacles.

"Aaaaaaaa!" Eelesia moans helplessly as she falls into a powerful orgasm, pleasure wracking her body as she bucks on her dildo, her body overwhelming her with sudden carnal hunger. "Chirr! Chirr!"

Orgasm wracks her body again, building on the previous to make her spasm and convulse uncontrollably. "Chirrrrrrrrrrrrr"

Waves of ecstasy blast through her as she slams herself down on her dildo on complete instinct, cumming harder and harder as she keeps pouring more mana into her rune core. Something... something is wrong... this feels so good but it's not what's supposed to happen. She has to... she has to stop.

Eelesia claps a hand over her mouth to stop herself from incanting again, and clenches down with a muffled scream. Her mind on her mana, her pussy on her dildo.

"Wh-what? Was? What was that?"

Turning the question over in her mind while her body trembles, Eelesia isn't that surprised to find the answer already in front of her. This was the first time she ever used free mana.

"Is that, is that just what using free mana feels like?" Eelesia asks no one.

She spins around and reaches for her bookshelf, lifting off her dildo and seizing a book. She's read everything she could get her hands on about being a Spellcaster. She's sure she remembers... yes. Here.

"I was half right," she mumbles.

It is said that free mana can feel lewd, to various degrees, and even 'in rare cases' feel directly sexual, enflaming one's sexual hungers. She'd skimmed past that passage, not expecting it to be very relevant. But. Apparently she is one of these 'rare cases'. But! The book says that with practice, those cases could still become successful Spellcasters!

"I'll just have to practice until it doesn't matter!"

Right then, now that she has free mana, she can safely install one of the Basic Runenodes and actually start casting spells!

"Chirr." She carefully projects mana to her finger, then draws in a combination of mana and pussy juice, the Basic Rune for Rune-Projection, since that will obviously make everything else easier!

Runenodes are complicated. Drawing out the Rune of Vet with her finger is the work of more than half an hour, and she has to double-check it against her book constantly.

When it is finally done, she checks it over one last time, and then eagerly reaches out with her Mana without even stopping to think about what she's doing. She's been waiting ages for this.

"Chirr!"

Slithering molestation through every inch of her flesh. A convulsion of carnal need detonating in her guts. She has intense regrets about how far away her dildo is right now but it's not like she's going to stop. Her mana pool drains and drains and drains, and as it empties out she reaches with every fiber of her being...

A short while later, Kale finds his daughter naked and unconscious on the floor of her room. He tries to wake her, fails, and then starts pouring a Holy healing spell into her as he scoops her up, finds a sheet to wrap her in, and rushes out of the house in a subtle panic.

He goes to the Hall of Healing where he works, finds some of his more-experience colleagues. Explains what he suspects happened.

"Completely draining your mana pool is extremely dangerous," is the explanation Eelesia gets from a stern-looking wolf-man in a healer's tabard when she wakes up. "You foolish girl! You could have died! The Scrolls of Chirr have safety enchantments to help mitigate the danger, but there is a reason sane mages do not go around installing their own Runenodes! You are not to spellcast for at least seven days. Do not attempt to install any additional Runenodes for at least a year. Healer's orders!"

Eelesia wants to object, but she has nothing to say. She can feel the deep soreness, the fragility, of her soul. She knew already, that draining all of one's mana was very dangerous. She just got so caught up in excitement that she didn't think about it.

When she returns home with her dad, she is sheepish and apologetic.

The next seven days are absolute torture, though. She can feel the "Vet" Runenode, branching off from her core. The installation worked. And she isn't allowed to play with it for a whole week!

With a year of practice, the little mage can become quite deft at emitting mana onto flat surfaces in the forms of hundreds of different runes. She paints magic onto every wall and floor, and it is beautiful, even if it is of no practical use, yet.

The thing about Runes is that they are not a language. The smaller runes don't have meanings. Unlike Runenodes, most runes are too simple to have names, and too simplistic to respond to a name even if they had one. Like the gears and rods and switches of the little mage's play-toys, most runes are simply objects with a situationally-useful shape.

The art of building enchantments out of runes, without need for a spellcaster, is an entirely different discipline than the art of spellcraft. The little mage dabbles, but is often distracted from that side-pursuit by less ethereal matters.

Eelesia dabbles in astrology as well, just enough to learn when to expect her heats.

Ever since she recovered from her impulsive Runenode installation, the waxing and waning of her sex drive has become orders of magnitude worse. As the months pass, she is stricken with a need so powerful it hurts. Every month she spends a few days holed up in her room, fucking herself with her dildo over and over and over. It is partially her own fault. She refuses to stop practicing Rune Projection even during the peak of her heats, and the compounded effects of the two sources of supernatural lust leave her a wreck of need.

Usually, she's quiet about it. She doesn't want to disturb her dad with embarrassing noises. But they share everything. He knows when she's in heat and when she isn't, and does his best to accommodate her. It stops embarrassing her, after a while, and she gets less scrupulous about establishing privacy.

Nearly at the end of the year-long ban on further Runenode installations, Eelesia has entirely lost her flinch response, when her dad knocks on her door while she's sprawled out naked on the rug, ramming her dildo into her pussy. Her mouth says, "Come in!" without her input.

Time passes, as a father begins to think unfatherly thoughts about a daughter, and a daughter begins to think undaughterly thoughts about a father.

Eelesia proceeds with installing the Rune of Fal, this time with proper supervision, and is only bedridden for a couple of days afterward. She goes from no practical ability to, with enough setup time, able to cast almost any spell she's heard of. She even constructs mimicries of other Runenodes, though the casting time is so long it would be utterly impractical in combat, she's still delighted to do it just for the nerd-points.

During her next heat, Kale somewhat-desperately suggests taking Eelesia to a brothel. Eelesia isn't particularly interested in having sex with a stranger. Even the neighbors are more appealing, and Eelesia barely knows them. She'd be fine having sex with a friend, but her only friends are a straight catgirl who works with her dad and the neighbor deerboy who likes to talk about mechanical engineering with her but who isn't into humans. Her actual desire hangs in the air between them, an unspoken temptation.

Relvos isn't the kind of place where they throw a man in prison for having sex with his sexually-mature daughter, but it is the kind of place where a lot of people would ask not to be healed by a healer known to have done such a thing. It could make Kale's life a lot harder, if they give in. When she agrees to give the brothel a try, Kale allows himself to hope.

Father and daughter enter a brothel together, and fortunately for them, this alone is not worthy of rumor, in Relvos.

The establishment is run by a fox-type beastwoman. It is a clean, upscale place, openly advertised between a leather apparel shop and a restaurant. The human slaves within are all attractive, well-treated, well cared-for, and often speak of earning their freedom with little in the way of urgency.

Transactions are made, and Eelesia soon finds herself alone in a cozy bedroom with a naked slaveboy. The thin golden collar around his neck and the glowing pink tattoo on his pubic mound are the only adornments on his body. He smiles at her, his smooth hairless cock already hard.

(The collar is enchanted, but the magic squirming around in it appears to be on standby. It isn't currently affecting the boy. The pubic tattoo is the standard "Slut" crest that renders its bearer sterile.)

Eelesia is horny enough that the smile is sufficient. Okay, he's cute.

"I'm Eelesia," she says as she starts stripping out of her clothes. "What's your name?"

     "Tian, miss Eelesia."

"Hi, Tian. What do you wanna do?"

    "I think I'm supposed to ask you that," he replies earnestly.

Eelesia giggles nervously, absently fondling herself as she moves over to the bed. "Okay. You don't look like you weigh very much. I like the idea of having you on top of me..."

Having sex for the first time during one of her heats makes for a wild and frenetic experience. Feeling the cute slaveboy cum inside her calms the raging need like nothing else ever has, and Eelesia is instantly hooked.

Every month, she comes back three days in a row during the peak of her heat and asks for Tian. Every time they finish, she gets intensely curious about him, and asks about his life. There isn't much to his story; unremarkable childhood in Aurum, sold into slavery after his parents were exiled for sedition, kept in a tiny cell as 'back-stock' until he was bought by a merchant caravan and imported into Relvos as an exotic good, where they treat him much better and he gets to earn his freedom by pleasuring various female people, sometimes even cute human girls! Eelesia is flattered, when he says that, and begins another round.

Having an outlet during the peak of her heats certainly helps, but it doesn't actually change how she feels the rest of the time, when she and her dad are at home, just living, and forget to avoid being affectionate. In the end, there is no big event or momentous breakdown of pretense.

One evening Eelesia just decides not to go up to her room before she starts masturbating to the book she's reading, sitting next to Kale in their parlor. He notices, and doesn't tell her to stop, or leave her to it. She's at the furthest point from her heat, and there is no urgency, just a snowballing reciprocation of desire and affection until they're naked and making love. It changes nothing, and they carry on like they'd been fucking all along.

Eelesia continues to install Runenodes as soon as she's medically cleared to, which is a longer wait with every one she adds. The mana-filters for Holy-element and Dark-element aren't quite Runenodes in the traditional sense, but they're important, and installing them in the middle of her mana pool is slightly less dangerous.

A year after that, she's pronounced recovered enough to install the Runenode for Utility Magic, which is just incredibly useful and makes every day of life more convenient. The Rune of Vin is actually a package of several Runenodes that fit together in a way that let them be installed all at once without much additional risk, but the strain is still bad enough that she has to wait two years before her soul and mana pool have adapted well enough to allow her to survive implanting the next Runenode on her list. The Rune of Lis joins her Runenode Formation around the time Eelesia properly enters adulthood, allowing her to manifest projected runes floating in mid-air. This is enough for her. She can write magic on the air and play with it to her heart's content.

She's pushing twenty, now, and makes her own living working beside her dad in the Hall of Healing. She doesn't have his skill with pure Holy-casting, yet, but she's catching up fast, and she has more raw power than any of her colleagues, and her rune-casting lets her handle edge-cases that the other healers can't. So accomplished, Eelesia's attention starts to wander away from magic for the first time since puberty, and she starts wondering about her path in life. She starts wondering about the world outside Relvos. She's never once left the Royal City, and begins to wonder if she might eventually regret that.

These thoughts remain idle musings, pondered in quiet moments. At least, they do until the day when it comes out that she and Kale are committing incest. They're caught in the act by an unexpected visitor, and after so long, they don't bother to deny it.

The rumors spread like cursed fire. They can't go out in public together without the stares and the whispers and the disgusted snubs. Even Tian hears about it, though he just sighs and muses in a philosophical tone, "I guess there had to be something wrong with you."

     "Dad, I'm leaving."

"Leaving what, Starshine?"

     "Leaving the Royal City. If I leave, maybe people will stop... maybe they'll forget, or at least move on, and let you get on with your life."

"No. No. That's not... I don't care what they say about us. You don't need to flee your home to protect me. You don't deserve that. If one of us has to leave-"

     "What if I want to go?"

"...why would you?"

     "Why did Mom?"

"...you've never asked me that before."

     "I know."

"She didn't have a choice, Starshine. She left to protect us."

    "Is she alive?"

"I don't know. I don't know. We may never know. I just know she wouldn't want us to go looking."

     "If that's really what she'd want, then I promise I won't look for her. But I still think I should leave, Dad."

"You don't need to go anywhere. We'll be fine."

     "Maybe we will. But, Dad. I don't want to live like that. I want to see the world. I've been thinking about that for a while. I like it here, but there's nowhere for me to go, in life, if I stay."

"Ah. I see. You're finally outgrowing me. I suppose I should be proud."

     "Don't. It's okay. I know I still need you more than you need me. If I'll be okay on my own, I know you will be too."

"No you. Heh. Alright. But if you're doing this, you're doing it right. It's been long enough since you got Floating Runes that you should be able to handle one more installation. I want you have Attack Magic to defend yourself with out there, okay?"

     "Absolutely. I can do that."

"Right, that's my little spellmonger."

     "Can we do it today?"

"Never change, Starshine."

This is a dream.

But the gift I shall place in your path is not.

You have become glorious, little mage.

It is time to show that glory to the Realm.

On the day she sets out, Kale stops her as she goes in for their Last Hug. He presents his trusty Judgement Rod to her instead.

"I want you to take this."

     "Your staff? But you use that every day!"

"I'll make do. You might need it out there more than I will. I want you to be safe."

     "Okay, Dad. I'll take good care of it. I love you."

"I love you too, Starshine. You're strong. Your mother would be proud. Protect yourself."

     "I promise."

Kale holds his daughter tight for a long, long moment. Then she kisses him goodbye, and turns away.

On the outskirts of the City, but still inside the outer walls, Eelesia pauses as she passes a storefront. She isn't sure why she stops, except... it's like she's seen this, like she had a dream about seeing this, and in the dream she...

Eelesia steps off the road and into the shop. She ignores the clerk, and the eclectic collection of merchandise, following her odd sense of dreaming deeper in, toward the back.

She sees the magic in it, feels the magic in it, long before she lays eyes on it. In the back of the shop are tables piled high with knick-knacks and clothing, all the tables but one. One table is entirely bare, except for the gorgeous black and pink sheer leotard with matching thigh-high leggings, matching gloves, and a pair of hairpins. Shiny black fabric makes up the side-forms of a corset and the frills of a barely-there skirt, but those sides are connected by the sheer, almost transparent, front, back, and crotch. Just above the crotch, a recognizable magic tattoo pattern. Pink ribbons form an 'X' over where the belly button would go, wrapping around beneath the shiny black sides to curl up the center of the chest area.

It's moving.

The gorgeous, daringly sinful outfit is wriggling around on the table, and on closer inspection, is nailed in place with steel nails driven through it into the wood. Looking closely, the black fabric is more like skin than cloth. The 'ribbons' are more like strands of muscle, glistening and slick. The sheer centerpiece is less 'very-thin-cloth' and more like an organic membrane.

It's alive. It's alive and it's in pain.

     "Hey wait! Don't-!"

Eelesia has already reached out, her hand coming to rest on the cool flesh. And it definitely is flesh, not fabric, now that she's touching it. It stops struggling, as soon as she makes contact, and she feels it in her head, whispering feelings of relief and admiration and please-take-me-with-you.

     "Ah... huh? It's not...?" The clerk slows down as he arrives, looking back and forth between Eelesia and the living outfit in confusion.

The muscle-ribbon closest to her hand bifurcates in a few places and short tendrils of pink flesh reach out to coil around Eelesia's wrist, whispering feelings of this-place-hurts-me and you-feel-like-home.

"How much?" Eelesia asks, using her eyes to project nail-removing-and-flesh-healing rune circles around each nail.

     "It's free!" the clerk blurts, intimidated by her spontaneous silent and motionless spellcasting. "Just take it. You're the only one it hasn't tried to fry since it came in, thing's more trouble than it's worth..."

"Okay. Can I have some privacy please?" She doesn't want to strip naked in front of someone who'd torture her new companion.

The clerk gives her space. She left home in a plain shirt and a sturdy pair of pants, selected for ease of washing rather than any of their other properties. Clearly this living black mage outfit would be superior in every way except modesty. The trade off is more than worth it, but as she tosses her mundane clothes onto one of the tables and picks up the sheer leotard made of living flesh, she can't help blushing a little.

This is the new her. This is how everyone she meets will see her from now on. A sexy dark mage, calling out to you with her body.

Hesitant, she pulls the leotard up and on. It's warm and snug and impossibly comfortable, melding to her skin. It'd feel like she's wearing nothing at all if it holds still, but it squirms against her skin and squeezes her body as if hugging her. The leggings and gloves are just as nice, and just as lewd. Nothing about her body is left to the imagination, the living flesh of the outfit constantly shifting pressure across her body to squeeze her flesh into the best possible presentation. She adds the hairpins to her hair, and steps out.

Making the clerk give her privacy had been pointless, since he's getting an eyeful now. And so will everyone else who sees her. The pink womb tattoo on the front of the sheer membrane flares, and a bolt of arousal surges through her, accompanied by a whisper in her mind that feels like, well, raw exhibitionism. Eelesia sends back amused resignation.

Eelesia leaves the shop, feeling embarrassed as heads turned to ogle her, but also light, optimistic, and excited to see new things. She passes through the last city gate, and out into the wider Realm.