Kya

Kya was born in a small village, one of many young girls raised to fight. Like most of her peers, Kya was taught to fight with two blades, but did not neglect the arts. She spent many days singing or making wood carvings, and routinely enjoyed the praise she received for her efforts. Kya sang often of what she saw in her village, mostly the woodcarvings or metal engravings of others, though she found little of it truly inspiring. Ever a bold one, she always kept up with her training, which paid off when she defended a friend from a wild boar. Kya grew up playing with others, and with her two best friends Aya and Kassie, frequently competed in various games. Whether chess or carving ducks in wood, however, Kya tended to lose on account of her friends' talents. The three also loved to sit and talk to one another about their armor, deciding that they liked the kind that clung to the body and showed off their curves.

On several occasions, Kya would leave her village for some time. Feeling bold, she would often go alone, to hunt and gather food to bring back. Other times she simply explored, going deep into the forest to see new things and find places to play games with Aya and Kassie. On one fateful day, Kya was hunting a stag when she suddenly caught scent of something in the air. It was something she'd never smelled before, something new and sweet and wonderful. As she inhaled more of the alluring aroma, she barely noticed it consuming all her thoughts. She found it hard to think of anything else, focusing only on finding more. Kya's feet moved on their own, drawing her towards the sweet smell. She wanted to find the source. She had to. She needed more. More inviting fragrance, more of the sugary feeling filling her head, pushing out everything else. Kya's body wandered deeper into the forest, her mind deeper into thoughts of wonderful sweetness. Then, she stopped.

Something grabbed her from behind, and Kya felt tentacles find their way into her ears while others crept between her legs. Both drew cries of pleasure from the confused girl. A Mindflayer, though Kya had no way of knowing, began to toy with her prey. Kya's already scrambled mind was twisted by the creature's magic, memories new and old mixing with fabricated thoughts. Links between feelings were formed, connected to overwhelming sensations of pleasure and memories of phantom orgies. Kya was being remade, her old self broken down and reforged into something wild and sensual. She might have become just another savage, sex-crazed victim, had her new Mistress been able to finish her task. Instead, Kya once again sensed the sweet aroma, and fell deeply into it. The Mindflayer could smell it, too, and the alluring distraction proved too wonderful to ignore. Where her victim might before have been taken by carnal need, the inviting scent now replaced all thoughts of sex in both of their heads with that delicious sweetness. Kya's mental adjustments and warping mind mixed with the smell that was all she desired, and each time her mind was changed she felt a new world of pleasure. Together, she and the Mindflayer searched for the source of their need. They soon found it.

The Alraune was lonely, seeking another to share the giant white flower she called home. She spread the fragrance of her flower to the wind, hoping to attract a companion. For too long there was no response and she thought to give up, but then a glimmer of hope appeared. A raven haired girl approached mindlessly, and the Alraune smiled in both happiness and surprise. It did not last long, however, as soon the girl was grabbed by another predator. The Alraune huffed, her new surprise overtaken by frustration. She released more of her tempting scent, blasting the pair with mind numbing sweetness. When the Mindflayer's expression went blank, the Alraune smiled again, welcoming her two new mates. She offered them her sweet nectar, the ultimate source of the scent they so badly needed. In time, she decided she needed only one companion to pleasure her, and thought to release the other. Ultimately, the flexible tentacles won out.

Kya awoke to find herself in a familiar grove, her armor hanging loosely around her. Through her dazed and muddied head, Kya's memories were foggy and she could think only clear thought: return home and rest. She followed the command with unwavering focus, finding her village and collapsing in bed with no regard for anything else in her way. In the days following her experiences, the other villagers noticed that Kya was not herself. She no longer sang her songs, and did not meet with Aya and Kassie as often as before. When questioned, she answered slowly and missed words, needing people to repeat themselves to get her attention. She frequently stared at nothing, her mind unfocused, scattered, and elsewhere. She refused to speak of what happened, and many suspected the worst. Only Aya could get close enough to notice the moisture constantly welling between Kya's legs, that Kya always woke up touching herself and trembling with pleasure.

However, not even Aya knew what it was Kya saw in her dreams. That whenever she slept, Kya recalled the sweet smell and relived the incredible pleasure of having her mind twisted and broken. Soon the dreams turned to daydreams, Kya occasionally losing herself in fantasies of strange beings playing with her mind, controlling her thoughts as they wished. She felt an emptiness inside her, a desire and need for the nectar she once smelled and tasted, though the fog of scattered memory left her unable to recall it exactly. She knew only that she needed more, needed something no one in her village could offer her. Not even returning to the site of her experience would sate her need, for when she returned she found only the white flower, closed tightly no matter what she tried. Kya soon realized she could no longer stay in her village. She gathered her things and left in the night, looking for something not even she understood. She wanted to understand, to find something that would help her know what to think, know how to feel. Maybe it would be nice if someone could think for her.