1 1. Am I a Futanari?

It was a feeling Thyra had never felt before. The subtle ticklish feeling was accompanied by a little hint of wetness.

The feeling wasn't similar to when she had pleasured herself or been pampered by other people's tongues.

Even her most experienced male partner had given her such a feeling. And she had a fair share of experience with both genders.

Her leg buckled as the moist muscle moved, and the sensation, which was melting her brain, was identical to an anticipated orgasm.

Yet it wasn't adding up. Although Thyra felt the wetness between her lower lips, she was sure there was nothing between her pink flower.

'It's like I have something extra between my legs,' Thyra thought. 'Is it a dream because of the book I read?'

She wasn't sure how to confirm if it was a dream, so she checked if something was really between her legs.

However, it wasn't something she had expected. At first, it felt like a ball. A big ball.

However, she checked with her hand to confirm it was a human head. A human who had buried her face right between her thighs.

'She isn't eating me!' It made Thyra more confused. Yet she was sure the wet muscle must be her tongue.

As she was contemplating it, the movement of the tongue became more erratic. It was moving all over her phantom organ.

The feeling was so addicting that Thyra didn't want it to stop. Each time the head tried to move away from her crotch, she pushed it down her phantom organ.

She didn't care if it was a phantom organ or just a dream; she just didn't want the feeling to stop.

Although the human between her legs wasn't entertaining the flower between her legs, she could still feel her pussy opening up as a sensation of wetness grew inside her.

The feeling grew to the point that she could feel something coming out of her.

However, she was sure it wasn't coming from her vagina.

Instead, the growing feeling was coming from somewhere else. In the centre of the phantom organ, there appeared to be something flowing through the narrow vein. And before she realised it, it erupted.

Thyra was somewhat confident that she was sleeping. However, she still felt that she could see the whites of her eyes.

A flood broke out of her vagina too. It was pleasing, but the feeling of ecstasy flooding out of the narrow vein was more overwhelming.

She didn't want the feeling to end. She pushed the head close to her crotch and wrapped her legs around it as the feeling erupted for the second time.

Ecstasy and pleasure overwhelmed her mind as she slowly lost control over her limbs.

By the time the third and fourth squirts of ecstasy came out, Thyra was lying on the bed with a big, silly smile on her face.

…dy…

…lady…

"Uhh…"

"My lady." This time, Thyra heard it clearly. However, she was sure she didn't bring anyone back home with her last night.

"My lady, it's time to wake up."

"Hure," as the face cast a shadow on her face, Thyra unconsciously uttered her name.

"My lady," Hure called again.

Still drowsy from the euphoric climax, Thyra couldn't differentiate her dream from reality.

She raised her hand and touched her. The sense of touch woke her up.

She stared at the woman who was looking down at her with a smile on her lips.

'Am I really dreaming?' Thyra's hand touched Hure's face once more.

Moving her fingers over her nose, cheeks, and lips, Thyra felt something sticky at the tip of her finger.

She stared at the slightly white stickiness on her finger, not understanding what it was.

"Oh my!" Hure smiled at her again. "I think I missed a little bit of my lady's delicious treat."

And Hure took Thyra's finger in her warm mouth and sucked the stickiness off it.

"What!" Thyra jumped and tried to move away. However, Thyra was stopped by the headboard of the luxurious bed. "Who are you?"

"My lady?" Hure was equally surprised by the question. The next moment, she frowned as she stared at Thyra, "My lady, did you absorb the essence stone of the thunder bull?"

Hure didn't wait for Thyra to answer and opened the drawer beside the bed. Out came an intricately designed jewellery box.

Hure hurriedly opened the box, only to find it empty. Throwing the box away, Hure quickly grabbed Thyra's hand.

On the back of Thyra's hand, there was a long-horn tattoo. As Hure examined Thyra's hand, a smile appeared on her face.

"What are you doing?" Thyra quickly snapped her hand back, only to find Hure smiling with tears rolling down her eyes.

"My lady, you have successfully absorbed the essence of a thunder bull."

"Huh?" Thyra had no idea what Hure was talking about.

"My lady, it was a unique beast. To be able to absorb the essence of a unique beast without getting your soul corrupted…"

"Soul corrupted?"

"My lady, the instinct of a unique beast is far stronger than that of the common mana beast. Even the instinct of the rare mana beast/monster is tens of times weaker than a unique beast. They can destroy the soul."

As she wiped her tears, Hure explained, "And you were able to do it at the age of thirteen. Even your brothers and sisters didn't dare do it before they were 15."

Hure came close and whispered, "I heard your second elder brother, the crown prince, was able to successfully absorb the essence of a unique beast with the help of others. Even then, he remained unconscious for a whole week. And you…"

"My brother? Crown prince?" Thyra couldn't keep a straight face. She pointed at herself and asked, "I am a princess?"

"Of course not." Hure looked at Thyra in confusion as if Thyra was asking an absurd question.

"I am not?"

"You are the real heir of the throne." Hure explained as she clenched her fist, "You should be the crown prince, not that son of the whore. If only the queen mother was alive…"

'That is not the point here.' Thyra was explaining in her mind as she looked down.

Although she was just thirteen, the mounds on her chest were quite a handful. Thyra also gave them a squeeze only to confirm that those were real.

And the softness made her realise it was as natural as possible. She was about to show them to Hure when something else attracted her attention.

As she usually slept naked, there wasn't a single string on her body. Naturally, she had an unhindered view of the organ that shouldn't be there.

Confused, Thyra grabbed it with her hand. Although it wasn't hard, Thyra could still feel its firmness and wetness.

The head was still covered with the foreskin, but Thyra could still see a hint of pink beneath it.

As the sloppy piece of meat moved, Thyra could see the pair of balls beneath it. She grabbed them and squeezed them by instinct.

"Ummp," The sensation made her whimper a little.

She looked only to find Hure totally dumbfounded.

Thyra wasn't sure if Hure was astonished for the same reason, but she couldn't help asking, "Am I a futanari?"

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