Illyria repeats her challenge this time for a routine that incorporates several different uses of her new node. This time it only takes her a year to earn the next node. Illyria still won't give her Flesh so she settles for Illusion to complement the construct magic she already has.

There's a lot more to illusions than constructs so even with all her previous practice it takes another year and a lot quizzes and discussions about responsibility, safety, and caution for Illyria to finally give in and install the runes that allow for Fleshcrafting.

It feels like a piece she's been missing all her life has slid into place. While most of her magical education has been self-directed so far Illyria is firmer about Fleshcrafting, Ril is not to do any flesh magic on herself unless Illyria is watching and gave permission in advance and she has to have permission before using flesh magic on any other people.

The other difference is that Fleshcrafting requires a lot more non-magical knowledge than other magics, specifically medical knowledge, fortunately it's knowledge Illyria is happy to share.

Ril is utterly rivetted by Illyria's lessons. She starts with the simplest possible transformations, growing and shrinking bits of the fleshscape slowly being introduced to more complexity one bit at a time.

She already spent most of her time playing with magic but as many of her friends get visited by the puberty fairy and vanish into mysterious escapades she devotes more and more time to the thing that seems to matter most.

She also starts to dread what will happen when it's her turn. Will she also suddenly have all her priorities turned upside down? Will she somehow stop caring about magic?

Illyria says that her friends will get over that first rush of hormones with time but it hasn't happened yet and Ril is skeptical.

Illyria is usually right though, hopefully she'll be right this time too.

Illyria is as it turns out partially correct. Trion is the first of her friends to emerge from their sex binge, they still spend a decent chunk of their time away doing sex stuff but it's not like Trion and Ril spent all their time together before either so it doesn't make much difference to Ril.

By the time she's fourteen she's mastered fleshsculpting and carved out a small room for herself from the fleshscape. She's also learned how to apply a couple simple mutations; she can make people breath's breath steamy or make their bones much lighter without sacrificing strength.

Ril's first sign of puberty is a strange mental itch, and the strange fact that her tattoos never stop glowing now. It takes her a couple hours to make the connection and realize that she's aroused. It's not too long after that she glances at a pool of water and notices that her eyes are glowing and her pupils are now shaped like hearts. She's seen that look on some of her friends after they returned from their binges or just before they left.

She decides to try this sex thing, she has standing offers from several friends and from Illyria but she wants to understand it better herself before she involves other people. She retreats to her room and slowly starts exploring, trying to map how each square inch of her skin feels being touched. She's done this before when she was younger but Illyria has said it can change with puberty and puberty has clearly begun. For most of her skin she doesn't notice any changes even where there are changes they're mostly subtle, a bit more sensitivity here, a new sensation there. Her mental itch ratchets up in the background slowly enough to barely be noticeable. The most noticeable changes are on her limbs in their tentacled forms, especially around the tips with their phalluses or vaginas, her breasts, and the area around her vulva.

She finds her clitoris and tries rubbing gentle circles around it. It's easily the most sensitive bit she's found. She moans softly. It's nice in a way but it doesn't live up to the image she's built up after friend after friend disappeared to do nothing but sex for weeks at a time. The next thing to try is penetration, she forms a phallus at the end of one of her tentacles and positions it at the entrance to the vagina that's part of her vulva. Slowly she eases it in, again it's a nice experience but again it's not overwhelming. It's an odd sensation, her vagina feels very full while her phallus is being squeezed tightly. She finally notices the itch as it starts to become much more insistent. She keeps going deeper and deeper, when her tentacle is buried three feet deep inside her she slowly start pulling it out. That sensation is a little different form pushing in she tries to find words for the difference but doesn't quite manage it.

She tries her anus next, subjecting it to the same experiment. It's a little different? The texture on her phallus is different and it seems like the muscle structure is too. Again the difference is hard to describe.

The itch is becoming annoying, with normal itches they go away when you scratch them, this seems to be the exact opposite just getting stronger and stronger. 

She tries her mouth next, she licks and gently squeezes it with her teeth, the shock of the sensation has her bite down hard and she yelps and pulls back. It takes her a moment to calm down and try again, firmly resolving not to try teeth again. Her tentacle makes it past her throat and then down to the branch point, she decides to try exploring her trachea first. It's an uncomfortable sensation but she presses on., She can feel as it splits again and slowly slithers a bit further reaching the entrance to one of her lungs before deciding to stop. Again it's a slightly different tightness around her tentacle but it feels wrong. If she wasn't trying to be through she wouldn't have stuck with it. She back tracks and pushes down her esophagus instead. It's a sensation? It's not really unpleasant but it's not feeling good either she keeps going and all of the sudden she reaches her stomach and doesn't think to stop until it's too late. She yanks her tentacle out uncomfortably quickly and breaks the rules just a little by using fleshcrafting to fix the minor acid burns. She has no plans to repeat that part.

In a bit of a silver lining, the itch seems to retreat a little in the face of pain.

She considers for a moment what she should do next.

She forms a tentacle with a vagina under the one with a phallus and brings them together. The curviness is slightly novel when compared to the mostly straight corridor of her her main vagina but otherwise the sensations are pretty similar.

The itch is stronger than ever and she's all out of things to try.

How do her friends manage to spend weeks doing this? Is it just the itch? It's pretty annoying but they seem much more enthralled than that. Also, are there really that many things to do? She supposes she hasn't tried doing multiple things at the same time, maybe that makes a difference?

Forming a second phallic tentacle she tries penetrating both her vagina and anus. She goes a bit faster this time, maybe urged on by the itch, maybe just because she doesn't expect much of interest. It's mostly pretty similar but the feeling of the two tentacles pushing on each other a little through the flesh in between is again an interesting novelty.

She tries a few more combinations, the different pleasurable sensations do seem to bounce off each other in her brain a little.

Maybe the key is repetition?

She strokes some tentacles in and out of herself a hundred or so times, varying the pace here and there. It certainly feels nice but it also builds up the itch to the highest level it's been.

Nothing she's trying seems to succeed at making it go away.

She decides to wait it out, maybe it'll go away or at least go down on its own.

It takes a few hours during which it's hard to focus on anything else but the itch does subside until it returns to the vague small sensation that seems to be her new baseline. That's good at least. She's not stuck with that forever.

The next day she goes to talk about her experience with Illyria.

They radiate fondness and amusement as she explains her through investigation but waits to the end before responding in more detail. Sex, Illyria asserts, is about getting caught up in the experience. It's about savoring each touch or getting overwhelmed by waves of pleasure. It's about feeling not thinking and careful observation.

Ril returns some skepticism.

Will you let me try to show you?

Ril thinks about it for a moment before agreeing, she knows Illyria only wants good things for her.

It starts just like one of the many times Illyria has picked her up before. Illyria's tentacles pick her up being sure to support her everywhere she needs it, she instinctively relaxes. This is safe, this is right. Illyria continues as if this is just another of the many comforting and relaxing massages they've given Ril over the years. They find all those tense spots all the muscles that need tender care and Ril basks in it. A part of her is curious when this becomes sex but she's not in any hurry to find out. In this relaxed state all that emotional context radiates out from her to anyone nearby.

The change towards something more sexual is gradual, Illyria prompts her to transform some of her limbs into their tentacle forms. Their touches linger a little more around her inner thighs, her breasts and a few other particularly sensitive spots. The accursed itch starts to strengthen again, she trusts Illyria though. Maybe Illyria can find a way to sate that itch.

Illyria catches the direction of her thoughts and sends back confidence.

The first blatantly sexual thing Illyria does is to capture her nipples in a suckle. Her back arches a little involuntarily and she gasps. Pressing her breasts up toward the pseudo mouths. It's a more intense and lasting sensation than anything she managed herself. Illyria adds little licks and bits of pressure in several other places on her body and it's like comparing a well trained psychically linked choir to a child's first attempts at singing. The medley of pleasure is building in tandem with the strength of the itch. Even so it's not exactly better than the relaxation of the more tame massages, it's novel she's interested to see where this goes but it's also a lot. It demands her attention it forces her to focus on these sensations.

The demand gets even stronger as Illyria matches the mix of suction and friction applied to her nipples with a similar mix applied to her clitoris. She gives a long shuddering moan at that. The pleasure is undeniably real. It's building slowly but it is inexorably building. Illyria varies the mix of sensations in small ways but they don't add more escalations for the moment. Ril loses track of time, awash in the sea of sensation. It could be minutes or maybe it was hours she isn't sure but she gradually becomes aware that things are building to a crescendo. Her mind is in two parts, this is already so intense she's apprehensive about it becoming even more so but the itch pushes that apprehension aside. She needs whatever is coming like she's never needed anything before. That need also scares her.

Her first orgasms crash over her like a tidal wave. And the plural is required, she isn't quite sure how she can tell but there are four distinct waves of pleasure, of convulsion, or ecstacy bounding off of each other in her mind and body. For a moment she's sure this will mean the end of the itch but instead it redoubles, in the small corner of her mind where she still has room for thought a part of her recoils in horror. What's happening to her?

Illyria lets out a bit of surprise but then follows with more confidence and reassurance. This is a known thing. They know what do about it.

Ril doesn't have the room left in her mind to make decisions. She has to trust Illyria. Illyria wants what's best for her. She has to believe that.

Illyria had decreased the intensity of their ministrations for a short bit following Ril's orgasms but very shortly they're back to full intensity, and shortly after that they increase. First a tentacle penetrates into Ril's vagina. When it's bottomed out it begins moving in and out steadily increasing it's pace. The next escalation is a yonnic tentacle sheathing one of Ril's phallic tentacles convulsing around it's length squeezing her. Again and again the experience escalates, all eight of her tentacle limbs are engaged, her ass is being plumbed by a corkscrewing tentacle. Her mouth and throat are being massaged. And once again the top of the rollercoaster starts to approach, faster this time with the sheer variety and intensity of sensation being applied to her body. She needs whatever is coming. In that ever smaller corner she fears it.

The experience of fourty-four simultaneous orgasms cannot be described. There is no room for poetry, no room for words, no room for thoughts, not even room for feelings. It simply is. She is aware through the whole of it, somehow but how much time passes is a complete mystery. When she regains the capacity for thought Illyria has ceased her ministrations, at least the itch is back to its normal background level. Illyria was correct that it could be sated. She never wants to experience that again. She notices she's sobbing before she realizes she's sad. But she is sad, she's also afraid, suddenly Illyria's tentacles don't feel safe the way they always have before.

She asks to be put down.

Illyria radiates confusion and concern but they do as she asks. She tries to stand but her muscles aren't cooperating. She marshals her mind and makes a construct to carry her. She can't explain, she can't... do this right now. She flees.

She curls into a ball in her room, hugging herself with all six arms, firmly as arms not tentacles. She's going to keep them that way for a while. She cries some more.

She isn't quite sure how long she cries like that, thoughts flying through her head. She knows Illyria won't do that again if she asks them not to. She knows absolutely for certain that's true... and yet things still can't be quite the same.

Trion interrupts her contemplations. "Are, well I can tell you're not okay. You're radiating sadness and uncertainty and frustration. Do," he hesitates for a moment," do you want to talk about whatever happened?"

She contemplates that for a moment before deciding that yes, she does. She invites him in and curls into his side a little.

She does her best to explain, she can tell that he doesn't understand, not really. For him sex is a wonderful thing and if you get carried away no big deal the worst that happens is you feel good for a while. Still he tries to be sympathetic, he tries to understand, he even gets a piece of it, how she wants her mind to be her own.

Somehow despite his lack of understanding the fact that he's trying, the fact that he's here, is enough to help her pull herself together. She cuddles into him deeper and is grateful as he carefully tamps down on his own arousal. A corner of her mind notes that she hasn't tried doing sex things to other people and that maybe being on the giving side would be better but it's too soon after her last disastrous experience for her to even entertain it with any seriousness.

Her sense of time is returning, she's pretty sure it's about an hour before she's feeling calm and thanks him for his time.

"You're welcome, anytime you need me just ask."

She still doesn't quite feel ready to explain to Illyria, she throws herself into practicing the latest bits of fleshcrafting she's learned pushing the boundaries of her understanding and skill just a little. It's easy, it's safe, it's enjoyable in a way that isn't complicated. The rest of the day passes quickly.

The next day she goes back to Illyria.

They radiate joy at her return with just a tinge of worry and confusion.

That's good, she's glad Illyria isn't mad at her for running off like that. She didn't expect them to be but she's glad nevertheless.

Slowly, haltingly she starts to explain. For Illyria, it's an even more foreign concept than it was for Trion. They clearly don't understand. They want to but it's too foreign. They let slip a thought that they made some mistake, that they broke something when they were tweaking the embryo that would later become Ril.

She can't help but feel hurt.

She still pushes through and finishes her explanation. She explains that even if there was a mistake she doesn't want to be 'fixed' and that she wants to continue their magic lessons and not do any more sex together.

Illyria agrees, they like spending time with Ril, it's disappointing that Ril doesn't want to do sex together but it's okay.

Slowly, they begin to put their life back together. Things feel a little awkward with Illyria but the lessons are as riveting as ever. There's so much to learn.

About a month later she's playing a game with Trion they both have construct magic and they're trying to keep a ball in the air for as long as possible but they have to use a different shaped construct each time they touch the ball to keep it in the air. It's challenging and great practice, most of all it's fun.

And then without warning, four waves of pleasure crash over her. It's all she can do to stay on her feet and ride the waves as they send convulsions across her body. In tandem the itch roars. Stronger than it's ever been since that time with Illyria. She doesn't know what to do. She needs more... no, she needs to wait this out. This will go away on its own if she just waits.

She doesn't know that for sure though does she, it wasn't this strong the last time she waited it out and even then it took over an hour. Who knows how long it would take like this?

"Ril, are you okay? What just happened? You're radiating really strong arousal now but it's so sudden."

"I... I don't know." She whimpers. "I don't like this."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

She hesitates, there was that thought she dismissed last month, that maybe things would be better if she was in control. If she was doing the sex instead of having it done too her.

"I... I have an idea. I don't know if it's a good one though." Her uncertainty is clear as day. "I think, maybe, I want to have sex with you."

He's shocked. "Are you sure? I didn't think you'd ever want to... after what happened with Illyria..."

"I think it might be better if I'm in control. Would it be okay if I restrained you... also I don't quite know if I'll be able to stop myself once I start. Is that alright?"

"I... I like spending time with you and I know things haven't quite been the same with Illyria after what happened. Is this going to break things?"

"I don't think so, with Illyria it was that... she didn't notice anything was wrong, she just kept going. I'm more worried that I'll hurt you somehow, that you'll want to stop and I won't be able to."

"I think... I think I'm willing to risk that."

She nods decisively. "My place then." She leads the way.

He follows after.

When they arrive she reshapes the flesh of her bed to hold him down spread eagle. "Last chance," she offers.

"Go ahead." He's slightly apprehensive but mostly aroused.

She hold herself back from stuffing a yonic tentacle over his cock right off the bat and slows herself down enough to slowly explore his body, using everything she's learned in her studies of bodies and noting what makes him shudder or moan as she runs her fingers over his skin. She feels a faint echo of what he's feeling that's slightly more than just telepathy and that's enough to keep the itch mostly mollified.

After about ten minutes, he's moaning pretty frequently. "Ril, please." He gasps out.

She smiles, it's nice to make people feel things. She's pretty sure she knows what he wants and manifests a yonic tentacle slowly easing it over his cock. Gliding it up and down his shaft, applying suction on his cockhead. It doesn't take too long for him to orgasm.

Shockingly, a full eight orgasms wash over her in response. They go on for a while. The itch is maybe half as strong as it was. In a corner of her mind she's disappointed that she doesn't get to watch him orgasm. Doesn't get to see what that does to his body.

She pauses a moment to collect herself.

"That was amazing," Trion says.

She thinks about it for a moment, that was actually, acceptable. She'd still prefer not to lose a minute to a wash of sensation but having some measure of control makes it better. 

"Is it okay if I keep going?"

"Absolutely."

She smiles, a thrill passing through her at the power she has here.

She sets herself to doing it again, this time just for variety she positions her main vagina over his cock.

She pauses for a moment fiddling with her internal control. She doesn't want to get pregnant here. She makes firmly sure her body is set to no fertility mode. And then she lets herself fall onto his cock. Lets it spear her and fill her up.

It's more of a challenge to control herself like this. She doesn't quite have the control she has in her tentacles but he's already very turned on and it doesn't take too long before he's filling her up with cum and again the wash of eight orgasms flows over her. This time it lasts two minutes but the itch is thankfully sated.

When she comes back to herself for the second time she smiles more broadly.

"I think I'm done for now if that's alright."

"Of course," he agrees, "Can you let me up?"

She nods and shapes away the restraints before cuddling up to him. "Thank you."

"Anytime. I mean it, that was great."

She cuddles into him and lets herself fall asleep.