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Ignoring her wounds, She lets out a triumphant roar with her two remaining heads as the Small ones fled, dragging two of their fallen behind them. They have survived worse before, fighting Small ones are always a risk, despite their tiny size they are some of the most dangerous opponents they can face. Some of them fight with steel hides and claws, others with magic greater than any other prey, and while most seem to be unable to fight at all, the dangerous ones can somehow tell when they are hunting others of their kind. As the Elder she's learned long ago to avoid their nests, though that they came into her swamp unproved is a worrying thought.

Regardless, it will be time to consider such things later. The important thing to the Elder is that she's survived and they were chased off, but not without their own victories. Though their steel claws cut deep gashes into her olive hide, the wounds are already sealing as she turns and slinks into the brackish water. They are of no consequence, the gashes will be healed by the time she reaches the nest. Sadly one of the Other-Selves were lost, severed from the rest of the Self in the melee, the impatient fool struck out at an obvious trap, but at least the Small ones didn't bring fire this time, another Self will take her place. The Elder is silent as they swim through the murk, though the only Other-Self nervously clicks to herself at the loss of one of them. The Elder supposes this will be the first time the Other has seen this, this is a lesson she would have to learn eventually, though hopefully not by replacing her as the Elder.

They pull the bulk of themself out of the water as she enters the shallow cave that makes up their lair before turning her attention to the stump where her sister once was. The wound is jagged, more a tear than a clean cut. The dead and dying flesh will need to be picked off if the new Self is to grow in a timely manner.

The two can't help but let out a pained hiss as the Elder begins, the flesh is still tender, swollen and sensitive by the new growth trying to push it's way through the sealed wound. Carefully she cuts away the dead flesh with her teeth, reopening the wound but ensuring a clean cut as she nibbles away at the stump. Her long tongue traces the hole, licking up the blood and keeping it from clotting as She begins to feel the Young one push through. The Other lets out a relived hiss as the pressure begins to relive itself when the newborn Self emerges. Once enough of the Young one is clear, the Elder begins to clean it of blood, tenderly cooing as she licks her clean.

As the Elder caresses the Young one's face and neck a dim sensation flows up her spine as she feels the new head begin to awaken, confusion and panic at first but under Her ministrations the Young one begins to relax and submit to her care as she feels the Young one's enjoyment flow back to the rest of the Selves. The new head begins to fall into a pleasured daze under her attention and after a few seconds, the Young one begins to return her affection. Nervously at first, the Young one nuzzles the Elder in response before she slowly traces her neck with a long sinuous tongue, before bringing it up to meet the Elder's own. Hesitantly the Young one runs her tongue over the razor sharp teeth she finds before the Elder gives her a light nips her tongue letting her know, who the alpha is. Taking charge, the Elder's tongue darts out and intertwines itself with the Young one's before forcing it's way into her mouth. The coppery flavor of the newly grown flesh fills the Elder's mouth as she presses into the Young one's kiss taking control, gently establishing dominance, and relishing in the pleasure and affection that flows back from her new sister.

As the two continue back and forth a mounting sense of frustration flows up from the Other, the Young one's monopoly of her sister's attention not helping the twin feelings of pleasure flowing into her with no source of relief available, leaving her rather frustrated. Her clicks and hisses ignored, the Other decides to solve this problem herself. An impatient nip meets the Young one's neck as the Other decides she wants some of her sisters attention. With a stronger bite and a strong retort of //Entertain yourself// sent up through the Other's spine, the Elder returns her attention to the Young one, irritation and impatience from the Other bubbling up from their connection.

After watching her sisters for a bit, the Other realizes there are options open to her. A spike of pleasure causes the Elder to let out a hiss of delight as she nicks the Young one's tongue when the Other takes her advice. The Elder can feel this new feeling of pleasure coming not from her sister, but from herself, or rather theirselves as the Other's tongue is slowly drawn across their slit. Teasingly she continues, the Other's own frustration subdued by feelings of need coming from her sisters as she taunts them. Slowly she enters, just the tip of her tongue at first but as her sibling's growl in frustration she begins tracing and probing their shared honeypot, making sure to hit all the spots that will give almost enough pleasure.

Despite her fun, the Other can't help be begin to feel the same want her siblings do, and with the sheer need flowing down to the Other she decides her sisters have had enough and changes from her slow, drawn out licks to a more suitable pace. Faster and faster the three go, the Elder and the Young one's tongues dancing between them while they Other's flicks in and out of their honeypot, all three of them eager as the pleasure of each builds and overflows into her sisters. With a synchronized shudder and a loud moan the three in one collapse, panting in exhaustion as they curl up to rest.

The Elder knows they will be hungry when they awaken, if not from the regrowth then from the pleasure that followed it but for now she can rest with her sisters, there is much to teach the Young one when they wake, teaching her to hunt can come later.