The Dark Caress Series (currenlty unfinished)

“Another one to add to the collection” Rebecca said gleefully as she walked out of the ragged looking used bookstore.  “I can’t wait to get home and read it.  This one has a nice aged look to it.”  Rebecca was obsessed with the concept of the dark arts.  Spells and curses being unleashed by powerful sorcery, the power to warp the world and others around you to your bidding.  Of course she knew such things were not real, but hey everyone has their own form of escapism she always thought.  Particularly fond of collecting old magic Tomes (magic books) and reading aloud from them, she loved acting out the part of a sorceress.  This obsession cropped up recently for her after a long stint of reading fantasy novels.  She always enjoyed the darker characters most.  Now she wanted actual pieces of history to collect, items to bring her closer to that fantastical reality. 

“This one is definitely a keeper” Rebecca declared.  It was certainly a dusty old book, probably from many ages past. The book keeper at the store had it locked in back as part of a personal collection of really old items; he told her it may have been from as far back as the middle ages.  The book had a beautiful dark blue leather cover with gold ornate designs sprawling in curling fashion on the front and spine (the backside interestingly lacking a design).  Part of the arrangement on the front seemed to spell out a word…”vincu” as it trailed off into nothing along the spine design of the book.  Being well versed in several languages (you kind of have to be reading some of these old tomes) Rebecca thought it to be Latin, but couldn’t decide for sure.

Rebecca was a true bookworm, constantly holed up in her college dorm room reading or studying.  She wasn’t the most dedicated student however, always returning to her “hobby” if she grew quickly bored.  Finally arriving home with the tome in her loving embrace, Rebecca locked the door to the room she had all to herself on campus.  Being somewhat antisocial she didn’t much care to have a roommate.  “This is the one I’ve been waiting for!” she squealed.  “An honest ta god relic from the true years of sorcery.”  Rebecca turned to her closet with a smile on her face and slid it open with haste.  “I’ve been saving this outfit for such an occasion!” she playfully stated.

The outfit hanging in her closet was a sorceress costume crafted for her.  It was of a high quality design, she spared no expense.  It was a dark colored full stocking bodysuit covering the feet all the way to a navy blue bra fitting around the chest with a gold trim under the breasts that wrapped around the body.  The fitting had a somewhat v-shaped opening that showed a fair amount of cleavage while still covering the nipples of the wearer.  The stockings continued from the sides of the bra fitting down each arm as a pair of bridal gauntlets.  There were golden high heels formed in a crossing pattern that usually rose slightly above the ankles as well as a gold petal shaped full neck choker which had plating that rested a bit lower onto the shoulders and right above the breasts.  Around the hips sewn on was a gold plated fitting that wrapped shapely around the hips and backside (giving a nice view of the ass), covering just enough in a v-shape around the crotch area.  The hip fitting also carried attachments of navy blue cloth with gold borders, lying just underneath the plating and trailing downwards from the crotch region between the legs giving a lavish look to the whole thing.  There was a lengthy cape as well that connected to the choker on the shoulders.  The cape reached down to the ankles and was of the same navy blue color as the bra fitting, but was also filled with a striking but faded red on the side that enveloped the body.  And to top everything off were a golden zig-zagging tiara and 4 gold hoop bracelets, one for each leg and one for each arm.  The leg bracelets rest on the upper thighs while the arm bracelets on the upper biceps.

After stripping down in preparation to dawn the new costume, Rebecca stared at her nude self in the mirror.  She always wanted to be something more than she was.  Rebecca was a bit of a plump Caucasian lady, thick around the legs, thighs, and hips with chubby arms and a not-so-curvaceous mid-section.  She didn’t necessarily look overweight, just sort of…middle of the road.  Her hair was cut into a bowl shape that fell to just above her shoulders and was a darkish purple tint and her eyes had a saggy tired look to them (which made sense for someone who stayed up long nights doing nothing but reading).  She never had the motivation for anything “normal” really.  Rebecca was always different with her interests, acting out weird scenarios around other people, pretending she was placing curses on them.  This tended to put people off from her.  Always desperately trying to find forms of escapism, something unordinary to indulge in she felt she finally found it with this recent obsession.  “Maybe I’m trying too hard to make this feel real” she second guessed.  “No!  I can’t let my feelings stir me away now! This’ll be fun, I know it!”

She quickly got dressed in the outfit which she had tailored to her size.  The stocking material felt good on the skin, she was already getting excited.  “I feel like a real sorceress in this.” She excitedly said.  “I can bend anyone to my will.  How about a curse for you, boils for a week!  Or perhaps I’ll make you my mind slave, turn you into a chicken!” She struck around her room a bit, mocking an absent audience and enjoying her new look.  “I think it’s time I whip out my Tome and really have some fun.” she said in her attempt at a sultry voice.  Opening the ragged looking book the first page captivated her.  The language was in Latin. “So that inscribing on the cover of the book must have been too.” She thought.  Her eyes dotted back down to the page.  “All others shall become less, once the owner of this book feels the dark caress” is roughly what it translated to in English.  She spoke it out loud with much passion in the native tongue of the book.

omnes alii minus , magnanimum quondam generator possessorem prophetiae libri hujus sentit tenebris blandientur!!

Rebecca wore a huge gaping smile as she finished, one hand in the air as if she were casting while the other holding the book open, the spine resting on her palm.  It felt exhilarating to belt that out in the new outfit.  She felt as if she were truly herself in that moment.  Suddenly the book begin to shake and she reacted by grabbing both ends of the open book.  It was shaking very fierce.  “What!, what’s going on!?” Rebecca said in a confused tone.  The book began to emanate a golden light and a symbol of what appeared to be an eye above the text Rebecca had just read began to glow as well.  “What the!?” Rebecca said in a somewhat frightened voice.  “It won’t stop!”

Next a blast of golden energy that looked almost like a trail of streaks twisting together shot forth from the eye and hit Rebecaa square in the forehead.  “gyaaahh!!” she cried out as an intense heat burrowed its way into her head.  She stood there in shock as the beam kept battering her mind with such ferocity it was impossible for to think.  Her hands were clamped firmly on the book shaking up and down in motion with the vibrating book.   Rebeccas head started shaking up and down rather quickly, eyes starting to roll into her head.  It’s as if her mind where being  filled with copious amounts of information, so much at once though that she couldn’t make out any of it.   The beam then fizzled out leaving just a small, weak curving thread like trail still connected from the book to Rebeccas head.  The book fell to the ground out of her grasp as she collapsed onto her knees, eyes coming forward again.  Rebecca let out an exhaustive gasp and started panting heavily, her mind completely free of whatever was attacking it before.  “whaaa, what in the world.” Panting heavily as she talked.  “Did that, did that.  What happened? Was that magic!”

“Is this book for real!?” Rebecca questioned as she turned her gaze towards the Tome on the floor.  “What did it do to me? I don’t feel any different, but man that blast of energy or whatever was insane.”  Suddenly a fog began to build in her mind…a dark fog of thoughts.  “Wha, whats this?” she suddenly said with a wide eyes stare.  Her body felt heavy all of a sudden as the fog grew in her mind until settling at a point where little twinges of thoughts that were foreign to her began poking and prodding at her brain.  “Anathema, uh, uh, Nose-Noseferatu.” Words that were cropping in Rebecca’s mind started escaping her trembling mouth. “uh, oh god, what? Is…what is going on? I..I feel strange!”  Immediately one of her arms began to spasm a bit as she turned a frightened stare towards it.  It sat there vibrating a little as her other arm began to spasm as well.  “hyuh, no.” Rebecca controllably forced her arms as still as possible, but the buried movements still found their way out.  Next her legs began to shake just the same until eventually her whole body was producing minor spasms, causing Rebecca to shake as if she were severely cold.  Rebecca wrapped her arms around her body as she got off the floor and stumbled onto her bed.  “My body is…its back!” she said as the heat that hit her in the head returned but started filling her entire body.

The heat quickly traveled down from her head slipping around the shoulders down through her arms.  Another trail of heat traveling up Rebecca’s breasts to the tips of her nipples which began to poke up, pressing against the fabric of the sorceress outfit she was wearing.  Rebecca fell onto the bed on her back, tightening the grip of her right hand onto her side, while her left hand slightly cupped her right breast.  The hand touched her hardened nipple and she let out a sound, “Hyaan.” The heat then traveled down between her legs sweeping past down to her toes which began to squirm rapidly.  Her whole body agitated, now dripping in a sweat, Rebecca could feel an intense heat rising in her womb and bursting towards the walls of her folds.  “Ah… Aaahh…”She quietly let out in a subdued state.  Her right hand traveled by instinct towards her rattled pussy, palming the belt like plating above it and pressing hard down on it. “I’ve never, hah, felt this befor-or-or” Rebecca’s words were cut off by a sudden surge of energy rippling across her body. “haaaaaaahhh, FUCK!” She yelled as her body pulled inward in posture on the bed and then quickly bucked backwards.

Rebecca’s hands gripped the bed sheets intensely as she reached an unyielding climax.  Cum started dripping out of her slit while every muscle in her body flexed over and over again sending bellowing releases of heat across her body each time.  She squirmed back and forth as Rebecca felt her muscles shaping and pulling.  Some of the movements causing moans and yelps to escape her lips.  In a weird confused state of pleasure Rebeccas eyes started tearing up, pupils shifting back and forth.  She began muttering, “What’s going on, please.  Ugh, somebody.  This can’t, hyah! Why?”  Nhaaaa!! She arched her back as the changes intensified.  The fat started to fall away from Rebecca’s sides as her body seemed to begin thinning out.  Some minor curves were beginning to show.  Her legs lost a little girth as well, the muscles seemingly receding, her whole body slimming, but not so much that her outfit wasn’t still clinging rather well to her body.  Rebecca had some decent sized D-cup breasts and even they began to trim down to around a C-cup.  In her mind she was thinking, “I’m dying, I’m dying!”  Once Rebecca’s form reached a point where you could see a minor hourglass feature to her body the changes stopped. 

“Huh, huh. It’s..it’s over.” She said with rising glee.  “No...No…” the fog of thoughts from earlier where battling in Rebecca’s mind again, this time they were even growing stronger.  “gahh, get out of my head.” she cried.  She rose up in the bed standing on her knees and hands when suddenly the fog of thoughts grew larger with darker thoughts creeping in.  Sickening images of plague and disgust began to fill her mind; sacrifice and curses, images and information of all kinds pertaining to these began battering her mind.  “No, gah, No!”  Rebecca cried, “What are these, ack, ugh, my body is…again! Aah!”  Rebeccas body suddenly began to pulsate again.    Her still somewhat chubby stomach began vibrating a bit, gaining intensity.  The look on Rebecca’s face was that of wide eyed anticipation whether she truly felt that way or not.  Suddenly the fat in her stomach sucked itself inward trimming her core down to a slim fit.  “Oh gawd!”  Rebecca was dripping her liquids onto the bed sheets as her arms began to shake violently back and forth.  Intense cracks were heard and she felt her fingers elongate and become a bit more boney, her fingers twitching erratically through the changes.  Her shoulders rising up and down with the shaking motions of her arms as both Rebeccas shoulders and arms slimmed considerably down to a very slender build.  They slimmed so much that the arm bracelets which were being held on her upper biceps loosened and fell to her wrists.

Rebeccas eyes began to twitch as the demon like thoughts began to penetrate her mind further.  “Why? Why…” she kept saying in distorted tones.  Her mouth was moving around wildly through grits and bites while her eyes were twitching on and off, stare locked in a trance.  Her breasts puffed out a bit again, nipples poking the cloth of her fitting once more.  The choker on her neck began to loosen as Rebecca’s neck and face began to slim.  “Why, why does this feel so good…” Rebecca said in confusion.  She began to moan now as the changes took to her face.  Her eyes narrowed a bit into almost dagger shaped slits.  They looked focused and cunning, containing irises that were moving once again in a panic.  Her cheeks collapsed a bit slimming from their chubby state to a more sensual form.  Rebecca’s nose perked up a bit, her whole face reshaping into that of a striking beauty.  The thoughts in Rebecca’s mind began taking on clarity within her as she grew to realize that the knowledge of the tome was filling her thoughts and warping her mind.  Spells and knowledge of sorcery’s past began to gain clarity in Rebecca’s memories.  It was becoming a part of her memory now, mountains of wisdom with the dark arts.  Her lips shaped into a puckered lustful shape and then quickly went wide with her mouth as Rebecca gasped, “Kyaaa! YEESS!!”

She was completely entrapped by the changes now, starting to willingly accept it.  “its real, its all real! And its mine!” she declared through fits of moans and gasps.  She felt the changes taking her again as here body snapped around the midsection, giving her even more curvature.  “gaaawd, aauggh!” Rebecca started to look down at her shifting form as she swirled onto her backside.  The muscles at her core began to shift again causing moans to escape Rebecass lips as they formed into a very nicely toned core, a large notable line down the middle of the muscle packed there.  “yes, curse me with your power!” she said with belated breaths. “fill me up!”.  Just then the thin golden string of energy from earlier that was still attached to Rebeccas head lit up again and grew large and intense once more.  The Tome on the floor near the bed began shaking again as the beam of energy attached to it intensified.  Rebeccas head began lighting up with intense heat again.  “Damn!  Aaaaahh!!”

Her whole body began to spasm once more; Rebecca letting out hordes of screams and moans through the rest of the transformation.  Her body began to gain mass again as her hips and legs, which had remained rather untouched through the whole process, began to swell in a very shapely manner.  Fat and muscle kept building on them, muscles noticeably shifting around in place under the surface of the skin.  Rebecca’s legs seemed to almost grow and shrink over and over again, like they were pulsating.   Her ass began vibrating and widening in a very rhythmic manner.  Wanting to please herself she powered both hands up to her breasts and began viciously massaging them as drool began leaking from her mouth, teeth gritting on and off.   Occasionally pinching her nipples with an intense grip; enough that they started to lactate, Rebecca’s tongue sticking out of her mouth and head tilted towards her chest almost as if she desperately wanted to taste her milk.  Her vaginal lips were in a fiery state now, mini twinges of pleasure firing off from its center, her clitoris rising out from its entrapment.    “gah, mooore!” she yelled.  Her legs became large and shapely enough that they started tearing through the body stocking.  Rebecca’s ass bulged and rose a bit, giving her a wedgie that ended up tearing the stockings around her butt completely off.  The golden bracelets on her legs were tightening around her thighs, skin starting to stick to them with sweat.  Most of the stockings on her lower body were completely torn as were parts around her midriff due to the expanded hips.  Still in the throes of multiple orgasms she released the grip on her breasts and clawed at her left arm ripping part of the stocking there as well. 

The beam of energy entering rebeccas head was almost finished.  She could feel the end coming, though honestly she preferred this feeling to never end.  Rebecca’s mind being warped and her eyes gaining a polluted allure she cried out, “Splendid…darkness take me my lover! Make me complete, ravish me!” Her eyes gazed down at her body relishing the changes.  Suddenly the beam of energy left her forehead and returned to the book for a very brief silence, during which Rebecca, panting rapidly, had a crazed looked on her face longing for what was next.  Suddenly a dark, black energy erupted from the book and forced itself through the golden plating around the crotch into her womb.  “guaah!! Aaaaahhh!!”  Rebecca yelled in pleasure, the brunt of the blast launching her further back onto the bed.  The dark energy slammed the walls of her vagina apart holding them open with a consistent, tight stream of dark magic.  “its enter- its fucking me! Aaugghh!! Waaaa!!” she screamed.  Her legs were thrashing around wildly as it entered her, not thrusting as much as rising and falling in intensity with its entry.  Rebeccas eyes began to glisten with a faded purple shade, her skin beginning to grow pale and beautiful, sweat bathed skin glistening in the light of the room.  Rebecca’s hair took on the final changes as it grew from a bob shape all the way past the shoulders down to her lower back just above her tightly toned butt which was now bucking up and down, the cloth of her hip ornament sliding back and forth along the crack of her ass, stimulating it intensely.  Her bangs kept their bob shaped form growing just a bit to cast a shadow over her now commanding eyes that were in a state of closed pleasure.

The last bits of dark magic finished escaping from the book and burst forth into Rebeccas womb, her folds slamming shut.  Then an intense burst of energy quickly whipped her entire body and she flung forward on the bed throwing both hands down towards her clit in reaction to a very large blast of cum being released from it.  “WUAAAAHHHHH!!”   Rebecca yelled as she came.  She squirmed in the throws of her orgasm for a few minutes before lying finally exhausted on the bed.  After a few more minutes Rebecca opened her new eyes and raised her hands to look upon them.  “heh heh, ha ha ha…” she started giggling to herself, satisfied over what just happened.  All the knowledge of the dark arts flowed through her mind now, Rebecca’s body casting a faint purple glow, she could finally do what she always dreamed of.  “My hex worked!, Uh, I mean of course it did, heh heh.”  She said in a satisfied manner.  Dark thoughts were in a constant swirl in her mind now as she could only think of such things as being, well…fun.  “I could use a new name” Rebecca tapped into her new knowledge of the past and had a name creep to mind of a powerful sorceress from the middle ages.  “Tharja.  Sounds alluring, uheheheh.”  She picked the open book up off the floor and then sat back down on the bed in a seductive manner as if she were welcoming someone.  She saw a golden design of words begin to form on the once blank back cover of the tome.  It spelled lum.  “vinculum” it now spelled across the entire book’s covers. 

The newly born sorceress brought the book to her hips and held it there delicately; then brought a hand to her face, fingers in limp fashion, her index fingers pressing down on the edge of her bottom lip.  

“vinculum…bond.”

“Oh bond we did.” Tharja giggled to herself and slammed her precious tome shut.

Rebecca had come a long way since she was transformed into the depraved pale skinned beauty and master of the dark arts Tharja.  She had become what she had always dreamed of being and was corrupted by the dark energies released from the tome that had changed her.  As the weeks went on Tharja grew more unhinged and salacious.  At first there were no goals for her other than to indulge in her new dark powers and test the limits of what she could do to others and herself.  

Tharja wandered away from her college life immediately after her transformation and Rebecca was never heard from again.  Tharja however needed a place to stay after her rebirth and quickly sought locations out.  She wound up “coercing” the tenants of a small respectful house in the suburbs near her home city (she still feeling attached to her home somewhat) through the means of a simple hex…turning the family into frogs.  She was immediately pleased with her first hex and sat around the living room cackling at the sight of frogs errantly hopping about. 

Tharja, still laughing madly, swept the house with her eyes and said, “Ha ha hoh, oh yes.  This will do just fine for a laboratory.”

Tharja opened her book and gazed at the many concoctions and wicked creations written within, ingredients and the processes laid out with great detail and care.  A smile formed across Tharja’s face as she then gazed at her new house again and then down to her outfit.  She was still wearing her dark sorceress outfit she had made for herself as Rebecca.  She knew it was the perfect fit for her, but she also realized people where eyeing her all too often when she had been out in public (though people would be eyeing her anyway given the wondrous body she possessed).  She dreaded the idea of having to change her wardrobe, but she decided it would be best; at least outside of the house only.

Tharja casted her gaze towards the frogs once again and said with a doting tone, “I’m sorry sweeties, but I must depart for now.  Don’t worry though I have biiiig plans for you all…and this home.”  That last comment Tharja delivered with sternness and disgust.

Tharja looked around the living space one last time, ideas of how she would redecorate things to fit her flare cascading through her mind.  She then quickly left, slamming the door behind her.  She would return later with a new outfit (of the gothic variety) and a truck (which she “bartered” for) full of new furniture, trinkets, and materials needed for her dwelling and work.  After using her magic to make quick work of the setup she turned back towards the former family that were now frogs and picked them up with a tight grip.  She didn’t care what they were, human or frog; they were mere objects for experimentation, ingredients to her now.  Tharja was going to bring darkness to the modern world and nothing was going to sway her from her ways.  She dropped the frogs into a boiling concoction of lizard tails, various unsightly chemicals and dark dry roots.

Once the stew was complete she gave the elixir to the neighbor’s dog.  She watched with gleeful anticipation as her potion worked its evil magic.  The potion caused the dog to wail out in pain as its body shifted and grew, bones snapping and popping, feet and claws growing larger, teeth turning sharper and more curved.  The dog was slowly mutated into a snarling large beast with a skinless boney tail and rabid yellow sickly eyes, with fur that now looked slick with obscene feint blue slime.  Tharja had created her first monster and was pleased with the results.

“Aren’t you adorable, ha ha!  Looks like the back door is open and I’m sure you’re hungry.”  Tharja said leaning against the short fence of her house with an amused posture, looking over it at the open patio door in the neighbor’s yard (the sounds of the house owners inside). She then stared back at the dog with a ferocious gaze, her purple eyes enveloped within daggered slits; trying to egg it on she said, “It’s alright, go on now. Feast!”

The dog ran through the open door and as Tharja walked slowly back towards her house she could hear screams coming from the neighbor’s homestead.  She indulged in the sounds as she walked with a confident stride. 

She would soon become heavily indulgent in her vices, chaos and corruption.  In her heart she truly felt as if she was simply making the world more interesting through her actions.  Her acts grew wilder and more spread.  She targeted a variety of locations and people in her area and the news was starting to report of the odd, often scary ordeals plaguing the area.   Tharja didn’t limit things to just others and experimented on herself as well.  Giving herself curses to try them out, shapeshifting, and even once reducing most of her form to a slimy mucus state for no other reason than to see how it felt.  

More often than not her self-indulgent actions were sexually charged.  One time Tharja changed her tongue into a long reptilian one, which she used to penetrate and lap at her own vaginal folds.  She had many demonic summons of hers (usually of the canine variety) fuck her raw.  One time she had even created tentacle appendages to ravish her body.

Tharja was markedly enjoying her new life, but she felt she should strive for something more.  She wanted to meaningfully take her mastery of the dark arts to a new level.  Yet she knew she couldn’t do it alone.  She pondered on the idea, how in the past there had been covens of witches, societies of sorcerers, who would all come together with the goal of perfecting their magic and spreading change with it through the world.  The idea of immoral magic reshaping society made Tharja wet with excitement.  She now had a purpose and decided to scour the world looking for a new apprentice…a companion.

About a month into her globetrotting journey she decided on Japan to be a good place to set up shop for a while and search.  Japan was a place steeped in magic and mysticism, the perfect location in Tharja’s mind to look for someone attached enough to the surreal that she could mold them into one of her ilk.  A few months later and Tharja had perfected her Japanese speech and was living comfortably in Japan, spreading her mischief about as usual.

Between her spots of mischief Tharja often indulged in interests that would seem “tame” compared to her usual loves.  Tharja adored reading gothic romance literature and historical fiction and would often enjoy growing plants in a garden at her home.  Most of these plants would be later used in her elixirs, but there were plenty there simply as a joy for Tharja to admire.  While Rebecca had certainly become depraved through her corruption she still retained much of her old identity.

Tharja’s favorite spot to frequent outside of her home was the Aoyama Flower Market Tea House in Tokyo.  It looked like a greenhouse, filled with different shades of flowers and was tastefully dimly lit which gave off a calming glow to the establishment.  The enchanting look of the space reminded Tharja of her own dim lit dwellings.  Tharja used it as a place to get in some reading time while surrounded by a plethora of flowers and the smell of a garden.  She fopund it very relaxing and it helped keep her mind elsewhere, outside of her “work”.

On this particular outing to the tea house, Tharja was wearing a long black one piece gown with a slit cut along the left side of the legs which revealed part of Tharja’s elegant hips and figure.  The gown clung tight to her midriff, which showed pressed against it the toned stomach she possessed.  She wore high heel platforms with openings around the toes, her nails painted red.  The sleeves on her dress were of a dark brown tone, were see through and gave an Arabian flare to the outfit.  Tharja was simply stunning.

A few tables away sat Keiko, a small petite young Japanese woman with reddish-brown eyes, silky straightened black hair that fell to the very middle of her back (bangs below the chin) and a mild tan to her skin and a body, while cute, certainly was not curvaceous.  Her breasts were quite small and she had a very thin look about her.  But she was still very alluring to the eyes and she had caught Tharja’s gaze which had noticed Keiko was staring at her. 

Keiko quickly pointed her gaze and head back towards the book she was reading about Japanese witchcraft and alchemy.  Keiko was quiet and rather shy girl whom never felt like she garnered attention or respect from anyone around her.  She simply waded through her daily routines without ever being of much worth to anyone.  

Keiko had discovered this tea house recently and was completely won over by the place.  It was a very relaxing space for her and made her feel far away from her daily doubts and disappointments.  A particular regular, Tharja, caught her eye.  Keiko thought this stunning lady was of great intrigue, though she couldn’t explain why.  She felt Tharja had some hidden allure to her, some splendid secret hidden beneath the surface and Keiko was constantly being drawn to her eyes.  Tharja’s focused purple eyes seemed to paint the image of a woman who was anything but ordinary, controlled and fluctuant at the same time.  The expression of Tharja’s face was often one of silent satisfaction and/or controlled fascination.  

Tharja noticed that this girl in the fashionable white/black long sleeve shirt and tight fitting blue jeans just couldn’t stop staring at her and was a doing a poor job of hiding the fact.  Tharja grew amused and took the time to stare back at her with a fermenting smile.  Tharja then noticed what the girl was reading, a book about the seedier sides of ancient magic and rituals.  The book was titled “The Bonds of Magic” which brought a small chuckle from Tharja as she was reminded of her own transformative experience; how she merged with a magical tome branded with the word “bond” and became what she was now.

Tharja was becoming very comfortable living where she was and was slowly giving up on her dreams of starting a collective of sorceresses to change the world.  However this chance sight of a young girl indulging in such a book made her think back to her old self and it rekindled her previous goals once more within her mind.  

Tharja smiled connivingly as she thought to herself, “Hmm, this may very well be the one.  Perhaps she is the first of many.”

Tharja wearing a wide smile walked over, heels clacking on the wooden floor, towards Keiko who began acting erratically looking all about the tea house, sure that this woman couldn’t possibly be heading her way.  Embarrassed once she realized she was Keiko hid her face behind her book and tried to play it off as if she didn’t notice.

“Play it cool Keiko, don’t do anything stupid.” Keiko ordered herself in her mind.

Keiko felt the rattle of the table as Tharja sat down and slammed her elbows onto the table top.  Keiko slowly lowered the book trying to keep a collected demeanor.  Slowly but surely from behind the book the gorgeous beauty Tharja was revealed to her, Tharja leaning forward a bit with her hands clasped together, fingers intertwined in a contemplative manner.

A soft smile with mildly puckered lips adorned Tharja’s face as she stared straight on at Keiko and said, “You look like a cornered rat. Don’t be so shy.”

“She is right.” Keiko thought.  “Why I am I acting so scared over someone wanting to greet me.  Oh but then again I was staring at her, maybe she is going to chew me out for that.  Nah, then why is she? She seems nice enough.”

“Uuhhmm hi.” Keiko said timidly, still lacking in self-assurance.

Tharja amused, looked on and replied, “Heh hm, hi.”

Both women stared at each other in silence, Keiko occasionally breaking her gaze in nervousness, confused about what was going on.  

Keiko began a sentence to break the silence only to be cut off by Tharja who inquired, “I see you’re reading a book about the ancient arts of witchcraft and sorcery.  That sort of thing interests you?”

Keiko still shy replied, “Uh, uhm yea.  I’ve always found it fascinating…magic, spirits and stuff.”

Tharja gave an intense stare towards Keiko and asked, “Daaark magic?”

Keiko a bit sweaty and edgy tried to explain herself, “Y-yea.  I’ve always thought it uh, uhm interesting to, how people, uh, how varied the practices of the dark arts were in, you know, comparison to the usual…stuff. I’ve uh, also um, always found stories of the darker spirits that reside around us to, uh, be the more interesting ones, heh.  Like the stories of Ikiryos, the wandering spirits.  Stuff like that…”

Tharja looked on with fascination as the young woman (who couldn’t have been more than fresh into college) fumbled her words while trying to explain her interest.  Tharja could sense it, a deep appreciation or at least curiosity for the realm of dark magic within this girl.  She also seemed highly impressionable and sheltered...she would be easy to break.

Tharja suddenly changed to a warm smile and laughingly said, “Ha ah ha ha, I’m sorry for scaring you so.  Ha ha ha, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.  I just noticed what you were reading and I felt like playing the part of a dark brooding stranger.  Such a lovely reaction from you.  By the way I’m Tharja.”

Tharja extended out her hand full of elegant boney fingers towards Keiko.  Keiko didn’t know what to think, she was totally played, but she didn’t feel any malice in Tharja’s words just now.  I mean this person just came up to talk with her and seems to share an interest in her.  She didn’t want to disrespect the greeting at the very least and while not one who was used to being addressed in such a manner (no bow or structured introduction) she knew what to do.  Keiko did find it odd that a foreigner was so adapt at the Japanese language and yet didn’t seem to have picked up on proper greeting.  She didn’t dwell on it though and figured it was because the woman was seemingly such an eccentric individual.

With a forming smile Keiko reached out a dainty hand and shook with Tharja (instinctively still giving a minor bow) while giving her own name, “Keiko, the name is Keiko.  Tharja…that’s a pretty name.”

“You think so?” Tharja responded.  “It’s certainly no comparison to your name, so respectful and clean.”  

Tharja could hardly wait to corrupt this unsullied mind and bring her into the world of darkness.  She knew she was going to make a wonderful mage, the curious and reserved ones always do.

Keiko slowly warmed up to their conversation as they began to talk in depth about how they both enjoyed coming to this tea house because of the atmosphere and aroma of the flowers.  Keiko felt herself bonding with Tharja and she felt as if she found someone she could easily talk to; the first time in a long while.

Tharja eventually steered the conversation back towards the dark sorcery book Keiko was reading, knowing she had won the girls trust.  She was ready to swoop in.

“You know I’m actually a practitioner, no more a study of the ancient art of sorcery myself.” Tharja revealed.

“Wha-what really?” Keiko said almost half leaping off her chair, before sitting back down quickly feeling embarrassed over how she must have looked like a giddy fool reacting like that and tried to play it off cool.  “That-that’s cool. Heh.”

“Oh Keiko there is no need to act so restrained, you’re amongst a friend.  Be yourself.”  Tharja said.  “You clearly have a love or interest in these things so let it out, indulge in your hobbies I always say.”

“Tharja is right!” Keiko thought.  “I need to stop being so bottled up, I need to express myself more and stop leaving my interests tied to only fantasy.”

“Say Tharja? Uh…” Keiko asked.

“Hm, what is it dear?” Tharja replied feeling she had reeled in her catch.

“You said you were a study of sorcery, uh, right?” Keiko continued. “So, So could I see your collection, I mean I don’t mean to pry, but I assume you’ve got a collection of cool alchemic artifacts and stuff, I’m sure you mentioned! Could I please see-“

Tharja cut off Keiko and said, “Calm down Keiko, yes of course you can! In fact…I thought you’d never ask…” A sly expression crossed Tharja’s face as she came to realize she had won.

“But first let us enjoy a drink of tea, shall we?” Tharja said as she stealthfully slipped some powder of her own creation into Keiko’s drink, which she was holding up after a waitress brought it to their table.  It would be meant to knock Keiko out cold whenever Tharja stimulated the magic within the substance as it lie in Keiko’s body.

Tharja looked on as Keiko downed the tea and babbled on to her.  Tharja could hardly wait to take Keiko home.

A few hours later…

“ughhhhh mmmm where? Wha, whats going…where am I?” Keiko slowly moaned out as she just awoke from a slumbering state.  She had a nasty headache and her eyes were having trouble adjusting to the light in the room she was in. 

Keiko couldn’t move any of her limbs and as she gradually regained her wits about her she realized she was chained down by the ankles and wrists to a wooden alter.  Her arms were restrained to the sides above her head and her legs chained spread out past shoulder width.

“Hyuh, wha, whats going on!? Where am I!? What is this place!?”  Keiko said as she began to panic, realizing as she struggled in her harnesses that the altar she was lying on was levitating in the air waist high off the ground, it shaking about as she did.

“You sure ask a lot of question my dear Keiko.  Why don’t you let me explain things hm? Would that be alright?”  Tharja said as she strutted into a dim ray of light hitting the middle of the room from a shadowy corner (the light casting solely on the center of the room where Keiko and the altar were situated).

Tharja was wearing her sorceress outfit she made as Rebecca, the full body stocking suit with an elegant dark cape and hip trimmings with gold bracelets decorating her arms and legs.  She looked like a true sorceress in every way. 

Tharja cast her eyes down to Keiko’s frightened face and said, “I’m doing this for you Keiko, whether you believe it or not.  You’ve really caught my eye and inspired me, truly you have.  What comes next is your reward and a gateway into a life you could only dream of.  Shall we get started?”

“With what!? What are you going to do to me? Tharja! Please…let me go. Let me go! Hyuh, heeelp! Somebody heeelp!”  Keiko let out.

“Oh stop that screaming Keiko.  I’ve constructed a magical seal around this space where no visual or sound can reach the outside world.  No one will ever know what goes on in my little shop of horrors.”  Tharja said with an oddly comforting tone.

Tharja walked over to a bubbling cauldron where she dumped in a few condiments and began to stir the giant wooden spoon with not her hands but the flick of her wrists and a pointed finger.  It seemed to Keiko like a dark glow surrounding Tharja’s hand and the spoon were the cause.  She was using magic.  Tharja was gazing at a book titled “Vinculum” that was hovering in the air in front of Tharja.  As Tharja walked back towards Keiko the book shut itself closed and sat down on a table.  Tharja had finished whatever she was working on.

“You, you’re a witch, an actual demon!” Keiko cried out.

“Demon, oh my I’ve never been called that before.  But yes I am a sorceress my lovely Keiko and a powerful one at that.  It’s been so lonely studying the dark arts on my own and I’ve been in desperate need of some assistance and companionship.  And look who I found Keiko…you! Ha ha you are perfect.” Tharja said as she took prancing steps about the room and came back to caress Keiko’s cheek with her hand (Keiko trying to shift her head away from Tharja’s soft touch).

Tharja gripped Keiko’s cheeks with her fingers tight and held Keiko’s gaze to her own and said, “Don’t worry Keiko it’ll all be clear soon.  All those stories you read, they’re true. They’re true Keiko! And I will make them a reality for you…trust me you’ll loooove it.” Tharja cracked a wide smile as she stepped away and began a chant.

Eventually the book lying on the counter near Tharja began to shake and the cauldron near Tharja began to boil, a red glow permeating from it.  

Tharja satisfied, looked towards Keiko and commented, “By the way I hope you enjoy the new wardrobe I made for you.  I think I captured the Japanese style quite well.  I’m pretty sure that’s how Japanese sorceresses of the past must have looked, and you’ll be the first of the modern age Keiko! Ha ha ha!”

Keiko stared down at her new outfit Tharja had dressed her in.  She was covered in a snug body stocking similar to Tharja that covered her torso and most of her arms and navy blue breast fittings with red borders around her upper chest that showed off her cleavage (which Keiko was lacking in).  She had bridal gauntlets on her arm the same color as the breast fitting, with red bordered diamond shaped openings at points along the arms revealing the stocking covered skin beneath.  Golden beads wrapped and decorated the arms of Keiko as well as a large golden bracelet on each wrist that held tight just above the chains holding her to the altar.  There was a grey plate covering below her midriff between the hips with elegant red trappings trailing off of it that looked oriental in design.  She had black traditional Japanese sandals on below her baggy blue pants that where wrapped snug around certain sections along her legs with red rope.  This caused the pants to look puffed out in segments.  Last she had a grey hairband with gold borders set atop her head with golden hair clips on each side holding Keiko’s new hairstyle in place (she had her usual long hair but some of the hair behind the hairband was fashioned into a small ponytail).  Decorative strips fell down from each golden hair clip, red with a blue stripe down the middle.  The outfit suited Keiko well.

“It’s ready Keiko!” Tharja said excitedly as the boiling cauldron began to spill its liquid contents over the rim.  “Let the darkness take you!” 

Keiko with wide eyed fear saw the liquid in the cauldron take on a more definitive form.  What appeared to be a slime like glowing substance with an astral look to it (Keiko could see straight through it) rose up out of the pot.  It was glowing red and was massive in size.

“Ancient knowledge and some of my essence are contained within this substance.  I gave it your own personal touch as well. I remember you mentioning Ikiryos so I found a handful of them looking for a nearby and sealed them within this beautiful creation of mine.  Their cursed nature should help spark an even deeper awakening within you.  Oh Keiko you’ll be so beautiful and nefarious, hee hee.”  Tharja said with maniacal glee.  “Oh I feel so alive again.  And it’s all thanks to you Keiko!”

“You’re crazy, ha Heeelp! Heeelp!!” Keiko yelled out in vein as she helplessly watched the slime like being rise over her, its form covering the light illuminating her.

Two dark spots that resembled eyes opened on the creature’s upper gelatinous form and it seemed to be staring straight at Keiko.  “How can this be happening? This isn’t natural, this isn’t real!” Keiko thought before suddenly screaming open with her mouth, “This isn’t reaa-!”

The massive slime creature then fired itself into Keiko’s mouth sending her eyes wide in shock and her body lurching up.  

“Oh but it is real Keiko.  It is what you’ve always hoped were real, ha!” Tharja stated as she watched the massive slime force itself down Keiko’s throat slowly but surely with powerful movements.  

Keiko squirmed with fright as the cold substance worked its way down her throat, pushing the width of her neck muscles to the limit as they worked to keep the creature pushing its way down.  Gagging sounds released from Keiko’s overtaken mouth as she struggled to breathe, tears crawling down her cheeks that were bloated to the limit.  Each thrust of the creature caused Keiko’s body to twitch and arch up.  Eventually the creature finished its journey into the pits of Keiko’s body and she felt the air returning to her mouth once more in a large exhaustive gasp for air. 

“Awwh hyack! Gah, no! Ohh god, why!? What was that!? Eehyah I feel it squirming around…get it out of me!”  Keiko plead as she felt the liquid creature spread throughout her body and shifting about inside her.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that my sweet friend, but don’t worry it’ll absorb into your body momentarily.”  Tharja comfortingly said.

After a few intense squirming motions inside her body Keiko felt the creature vanish inside her.  Only now she felt the slow rise of voices in her head.  Voices of people speaking not from her era, mixed in with more modern tones.  She quickly realized by their wales and pleas that they were the voices of the dead filling her mind with their anguish.  Her body began to heat up as well.

“Huh, huh, hyah stop it! Get out of my head! Ahh leave me alone! AGH!” Keiko begged.

Tharja stared on in amusement and said, “I had a feeling you’d be in tune with the spirits, I just had to make sure.  My, my Keiko you are full of surprises already.  You’ll make a wonderful conjurer of the dead.”

“Make them stop, please!! I can’t think! Tharja stop this! Stop!”  Keiko pleaded to a laughing Tharja.

“Oh Keiko stop your wailing.  Just give in and it’ll be so much more enjoyable.  Trust me I’m your friend, I know what is best for you.  If you want them to stop focus on your inner power, you have the ability to harness this.  Those voices hold no control over you.”

Tharja’s words strangely comforted Keiko enough to where she tried what Tharja suggested and it indeed worked and Keiko was able to bury the voices in the back of her mind.  A moment of clarity brought a smile to her face.

“That’s a good girl.” Tharja said.  “Now comes the fun part.”

The brief moment of clarity for Keiko was interrupted by a blasting heat that coursed through her body.  She had tapped into the dark energies that were transferred into her body to calm the voices thus providing the perfect gateway for it to spread through her soul.

“It’s all about acceptance Keiko, of what you are truly meant to be.” Tharja declared.

“Wha, whats happening t-to meee ahhh!”  Keiko let out as she felt her body being consumed by an unreal energy.

It felt like the dark energy that resided within Keiko was trying to rip her apart.  It brought intense changes to her figure as she felt every muscle in her tighten and vibrate, her body bucking up and down in reaction.  Keiko’s petite frame began to bulge a bit, more mass forming, giving more voluptuousness to her figure.  Twinges of pleasure shot through her like firecrackers as the new fat and muscle layered itself on her formerly boney physique.

She remained thin looking however, her body still casting off a cute visage.  She just had more plumpness to her now, smooth skin growing ever more so as the changes furthered.

“Hyah, uhnnnnn. Hayh! Whats!? Help! Ohh mmmmmm…haaahh…” Keiko confusedly let out as the pleasurable sensations started throwing her body into a confused state and her cries towards a more agreeable tone.

“Please oh god, what is this!?” Keiko continued as she felt her body’s form shifting its shape, muscle rolling about as her stomach took on a more slim toned look, her midriff growing more and more enticing in appearance by the second.  Her vaginal folds were growing wet as a growing desire began rooting itself within her mind.

“No, no leave me alone! Augh this isn’t right, this isn’t auwaah!”  Keiko muttered as she felt a minor quake rock her pussy and her mind.  

Suddenly a huge pulsation of muscles in her thighs and hips let loose as Keiko felt her pelvis crack and expand and her thighs bloat out in a fit.  

“Hyahooh haaa gaawdd aahhhh!!! Ohhhhh, ummmmmm haaahh..heelp, oohhhh Tharja…please. Help…” Keiko said as she settled from a minor orgasm.

Tharja looked genuinely concerned and said, “What’s the matter Keiko not enjoying it; I am helping you.  I’m helping you awaken your carnal desires.”  Tharja’s with a doting face continued, “You’re moaning so beautifully.  Like I said you have to accept the darkness within you.  It’s so freeing, I used to be just like you.  Fantasizing about these things but not living them.  I accepted them into my heart and was changed into what you see before you.”  Tharja leaned into Keiko and planted a kiss on her lips before retracting and said, “Let me help you get comfortable my friend.”

Tharja got up onto the floating Altar and straddled Keiko before leaning in for another, this time longer kiss.  Tharja began working her hands across Keiko’s body trying to stimulate her.  Tharja began groping Keiko’s small breasts until her nipples fired out hard and also fingered Keiko’s slit.  Keiko could do nothing but struggle fruitlessly against it.  But gradually her body began to ache for it; ache from Tharja’s loving touch. 

Keiko was finding it harder and harder to fight the growing thoughts in her mind of pleasure and the now rising thoughts of darkness.  

“Tharja…is my friend? No, she’s changing me into something, something…beautiful…ohhhh no No! God why does it feel so good! Augh they’re back! The voices! Visons…sickness, death, I gah I can’t fight it!” Keiko battled endlessly in her mind.

Keiko’s eyes were shut furiously as she struggled to retain herself, but buried desires that had held interest in what was happening to her grew more and more prominent as images of darkness tickled slowly at their fancy.  Keiko’s mind was slowly being warped and molded to Tharja’s will, to the essence Tharja had planted inside her.

Soon Keiko’s mind thought of this growing desires to be of her own origin, finding it harder to distinguish whether or not this buried thoughts where her own or something else.  She slowly grew to accept it as the changes furthered and Tharja’s session with her body grew more intense. 

As Tharja continued her exploration of Keiko’s body she egged Keiko on saying, “Feels good doesn’t it.  The depravity, the control, disgust for those around you; you have power over them now.”  Tharja leaned back in and delivered another passionate kiss that lasted for nearly a minute.  

Tharja let go of Keiko’s mouth and began sliding her body furiously against her, Tharja’s knee ramming and stimulating Keiko’s slit.  

“Ugh Tharja so rough! I-I help me! I can’t control myself, heh ha haaha! It’s so good ! Oh god why is this happening! Hahaha!” Keiko began cackling as she began losing her mind to the depravity filling it up.  A manic smile started adorning her face; her tongue dancing wildly about in pleasure.

“Gooood isn’t it Keiko.  There are no restrictions with this power, no limits. Together we can change the world, do whatever we please! Accept it Keiko, let it consume you and set you free!”

Keiko was still reluctant to accept Tharja’s offer but felt more and more enticed by it as the changes continued.  

Keiko felt her ass rumble about, cheeks flexing over and over as new fat built itself on her bestowing a new plump shape to her behind.  Briefly after, Keiko felt her mid-section snap in unison with her spine as a finer curvature took shape on her body.

“Gyah! Aooohhh! Fuck! Oh damnit! So, so amazing…” Keiko said as she relished in the changes.

Keiko’s fingers cracked and popped as her hands danced about in her restraints.  Her fingers grew longer and boney like Tharja’s, nails growing long and pointed like claws.  As her new hourglass figure finished taking shape in a few heavy archs of Keiko’s back, she felt a full blast of corrupt imagery plague her mind.

”Hyah oohhhh, fuck, fuck! Ahhh yes! Oh yesss darkness take me! I want it! I want it all!! Hahaha!!” Keiko cried out as her mind completely succumbed to the evils consuming her.  Keiko’s language was growing more vulgar and her tone of voice more deep and boisterous.

“Augh, heh heh oohh, agh! Yes! The power! I-I can’t contain it! It’s taking me overrraaahh!!”  Keiko cried out as her new power broke free causing her restraints to disintegrate and a wave of cum to spew forth from her aggravated folds.  

Tharja sat up in shock at the raw power released and watched as Keiko’s face began to crack and reshape.  Her eyes grew wider and more slit like, dagger shaped like Tharja’s own.  Her lips puckered slightly and her mouth formed wide, cheek bones growing slightly more pronounced.  A smile slowly crept across Tharja’s face as she realized Keiko’s appearance was starting to match her own.  Tharja’s essence had awakened within her, creating almost like a younger sisterly image of herself.

Keiko’s skin took on a paler tone and suddenly her breasts began bloating in size against her chest fitting.  The crack of cleavage revealed by Keiko’s outfit grew more pronounced as her fleshy peaks continued to climb in height and size, bringing some weighted sag to Keiko’s new outfit in the chest region.

“Auh, aaghh ahh!” Keiko cried out in pleasure as she felt a warm liquid quickly filling her chest up, muscle along the side of her breasts forcing occasional jostling motions to them as they grew in size.  

Keiko’s small breasts began to meet each other at the sides, their soft skin rubbing against each other as Keiko gyrated about.  

Now free from her restraints Keiko grabbed Tharja’s back with both hands wrapping herself around her creator’s body.  Keiko’s sharp nails dug deep into Tharja’s back causing a blush to fill Tharja’s cheeks as she reveled in the new feistier Keiko.  Trickles of blood trailed out from the flesh wounds on Tharja’s back.

“Oh Tharja! Tharja they’re growing! They’re growing ah! The darkness is shaping me! I want it to spread, hyagh! Spread everywhere…I-I can’t hyah, contain it in me any loaaahh!” Keiko declared as her breasts continued to grow.

Keiko’s breasts pressed hard against Tharja’s own.  Tharja felt Keiko’s bust desperately trying to reach her own racks size, both pairs of breasts sliding against each other through the clothing as Tharja and Keiko began to grind one another.  With a rumbling fit Keiko felt her breasts shoot up to their final size, flattening hard against Tharja’s chest, hardened nipples stimulated by a gliding motion across the fleshy mounds. 

“Hyah it’s oh! Fuck yes! I’m compleggh!“ But before Keiko could finish a large dark amorphous tendril forced its way up Keiko’s throat and out of her mouth.  

Another forced its way through her womb and out of her slit.  Both appendages squirmed about as Keiko couldn’t speak and simply moaned as the penetrating forms caused her to cum furiously and leak copious amounts of drool from her spread open mouth.  Liquid trickled down from Keiko’s wide spread slit as she thrashed and grabbed hold of Tharja who was struck with absolute glee.  A final black appendage slithered its way through Keiko’s anal cavity and out of her butt hole, the worm like slickness of it lubricating its violent erratic motions.

Tharja knew what this was and said, “Keiko my splendid creation! So much potential haha! You’re leaking dark energies! You’re like a magnet for abhorrence. Your body can take so much I’m jealous.  All the dark energies around us are attracted to you Keiko.  Are you letting them in, can you feel them!?” Tharja went on before Keiko forced her mouth with the squirming black mass into Tharja’s babbling maw.

The black tentacle forced its way down Tharja’s throat like a deep penetrating tongue, the portion still in her mouth thwacking back in forth against Tharja’s cheeks.  Tharja’s eyes shot up in ecstasy as she felt the dark energies being traded between her and Keiko. 

Tharja grabbed hold of and guided Keiko’s bouncing hips to line up with her own and forced the black tendril shooting out from Keiko’s vagina towards her own.  The black appendage after smacking against Tharja’s lower frame for a few moments tore through Tharja’s stocking and penetrated her tight folds. 

It pounded itself deep into Tharja’s pussy and she and Keiko began a ballet of obscene unnatural sex, Keiko’s spilling appendages connecting the energies between the two.  They were bonding with each other on a physical and mental level, each one reaching a new level of understanding with each other through this strange act that even Tharja hadn’t expected to happen.

Tharja took the lead and started forcing harder and harder thrusts and through her mental link took ownership of Keiko, showing her dominance over her.  She gave it to Keiko hard until they both came in unison.  The appendages retracted into Keiko quickly revealing moans of both women climaxing (their love juices spilling out on each other).

“Haaahh oohhhhhh!! Keikoooo oohhh hoooooh….” Tharja let out.

“Gyagh! Aghh uhhh! Ohhhh mmmmmm mistress…..” Keiko moaned.

After a few minutes of basking and embracing one another Tharja rose up and extended her hand in similar manner as the tea house from earlier and asked, “What is your name my friend?”

Tharja during their mental link had planted within Keiko a new name that would befit the spawn of Tharja she had become.  She wished to test if the planting had worked.

Keiko slowly rose and grasped Tharja’s hand and responded, “Rhajat mistress.  My name is Rhajat.  And I thank you kindly for your gift.”

Keiko, now Rhajat, had a slim perfectly shaped body that rivaled that of Tharja herself.  Her breasts were now large in size and perky beneath her breast fitting, well defined cleavage pushing against the outfit.  Rhajat’s eyes as she gazed at her new body showed signs of admiration.  She could hardly believe what a beauty she had become.

Tharja amused said, “I just knew you’d be perfect, but even I couldn’t have foreseen how utterly voracious you’d truly turn out. Do you understand now Rhajat? This power is the key to unlimited possibilities, so many wonderful terrors will be beheld and pleasure indulged by you now.”

“She’s right and it feels sooo gooood…” Rhajat thought to herself before looking deep into her new master’s eyes.  “How about seconds?” Rhajat asked eager to continue exploring her new found lust.

Tharja smiled welcomingly and beckoned Rhajat towards her sleeping quarters in the other room and said, “Oh the things I’m about to show you…”

An accepting smile formed across Rhajat’s face as she followed to the other room.  “Tharja was right.” she thought.  “This is what I’ve always dreamed of.”

The timid girl unsure about what she wanted in life and who had trouble connecting with others was gone and now replaced by a confident, ravenous sorceress ready for some fun at the expense of others.  Others never noticed her or her potential anyways.  Only one did…Tharja, her master.

THE DARK CARESS 3

-Orochi Transformation (Fire Emblem Fates) and Anthro Demon Hound Transformation-

How could one with so much venom in their soul, who took great pleasure in ruining the beauty of the world around her, still be moved to near tears by the sight of a vivid autumn sky? This was a question Tharja struggled with constantly. It had been so long since she had awakened to her new life and had first felt the joys of the dark energies that now flowed through her—making up her very being. This sky though—it reminded her of the scenery she dreamed of back when she buried herself in the fiction of her books and the descriptions of their fantastical sights. Now she was witness to such a sight in person. Maybe she wasn’t so “far gone” after all. Maybe.

Beauty was certainly something Tharja still appreciated and if she were to ever speak truthfully about the matter, she’d surely say she had no inherent desire in spoiling the world—completely anyways. Even though she wasn’t a child of light herself, she still appreciated it and what it stood for and how it formed a balance with the dark. No, if anything she saw the world as a canvas in which to paint her corrupt visions against the backdrop of natural beauty. After all, despair… darkness, always appeared more exquisite contrasted against the light—that was true beauty.

That must have been it, the meaning behind the tears down Tharja’s cheeks—brought upon by the sky reflected in her eyes. The deep blue-almost-black was mixing in, blending with the burning orange that was slowly turning blood red. Each color and how they spread across the eternal plains in the sky matched her hearts desires perfectly. She desired darkness to once again—. The thought escaped her.

“…Today is the day.” She whispered, before heading back inside from her Spanish farmhouse’s porch. Today was important. Today Tharja and her companion, Rhajat, would be departing for a new home—hopefully a permanent one.

Both sorceresses had been scouring the globe looking for the perfect place to call their citadel. They needed some place huge, lavish, and fitting of the coven they wished to form. While there were certainly many options and disposing of the owners of said locations would be a simple task, they didn’t need the suspicions that would follow a wealthy and notable person suddenly disappearing. Finally they would leave the safe house out in the countryside—beautiful as it was—for better pastures.

Making the right choice was important. If she were to one day rule, in a sense, a kingdom of sorceresses, she needed status, wealth, and a way to protect her interests.

There was a meeting of some of Spain’s elite, as well as several wealthy politicians, business parties, and general aristocrats, whom all had their hands in some form of arms dealing or other shady practice that helped amplify their wealth. It was a cesspool of collusion. Oh there were those who were still innocent and oblivious—your typical high profile social butterflies that were invited to these events simply to save face. Tharja had found herself an invite to the event thanks to a kind attendee “giving up” his spot to her.

As she made her way back to the main living room, which was a well-organized mess of tomes, artifacts, trinkets, beakers and cauldrons, she reached for her special perfume sitting on a counter.

I’m sure it’s sat enough, she thought. This concoction of mine should serve me quite well in influencing any particular target. Not that my body and natural charms aren’t enough, haha!

She shook the jagged glass vile before applying its contents to her slender neck. She quickly caught a whiff of the aroma and basked in its fragrance for a few seconds. Blooming fields, fresh air, and underlying hints of rotting leaves and meat to stealthily poison the defenses.

BANG!

Tharja let out a sigh before briskly strolling down the hallway towards a locked off bedroom.

“That woman simply cannot control herself. Doesn’t she know how important this night is?"

Muffled screams from beyond the bedroom wall and pounding against it echoed down the hallway as Tharja greeted the ruckus with loud knocks on the door, delivering them with a graceful flick of her wrist. No response except for more obnoxious moaning and wall splitting thuds.

“Rhajat dear, you best be getting it all out of your system now, we are leaving soon… Rhajat?"

BANG!

Enough was enough—Tharja shattered the wooden door to pieces with a burst of angry magic from her curling-clawed hand slowly clenching into a fist. Inside the room she was met by what she expected, a distracted Rhajat engaged in some sort of ghastly fornication with one of her summoned creatures. This one seemed to resemble an Efreet—towering over her in size, built like a rock, with red smoldering skin. Small flames crackled off its body as it mercilessly banged the hopeless woman.

While the intense sight pleased Tharja, now was not the time for self-indulgence. She scowled, arms crossed, leaning against the broken door frame as she watched her sister in darkness continue to ignore her… HER MASTER!

“Ahn fuck! Yes, oh, oh! It-t-tis burning me up! M-my insides are on fire! Oh ahn!” Rhajat cried out in maniacal glee, her arms pressed against the wall behind the bed feebly trying to keep her body straight. It did her no good; her back, along with the bed, constantly slammed against the wall during every heavy stab by the Efreet.

Tharja could tell they were almost done and decided to let things play out. She had to admit it was an enticing sight, seeing her crazed apprentice pounded relentlessly by what was clearly too big for her. The massive indentation in her stomach was evidence of that—must feel nice.

As the Efreet pushed forward for one last gasp, Rhajat could feel the overflow of its thick burning love filling her up. Its powerful thrust slammed her against the wall for the final time and gradually pushed her higher and higher up the side of the wall, her arms thrashing about on the wall as she rose off the bed. The mess inside her leaked out onto the bed, falling in giant clumpy droplets. Steam simmered from the residue—this was a creature of flames after all, born from the belly of fire it called its home in a realm unknown to mortals.

Her clenching cavern singed, she gave out all she could in one final moan before blinking her summoned lover out of existence and falling in a heap onto her now rickety bed.

“Are you finished?” Tharja delivered in a harsh tone. Her naughty companion simply nodded. “I know you were reborn only recently my dear, but you really must learn how to keep yourself in check. Honestly, with powers like yours you could aim so much higher than trivial… mating.”

She made her way over to the bed and sat down next to the panting frail body of her servant. Caressing her cheek she commented, “The Dark Arts are about so much more than self-indulgence.”

Rhajat looked unconvinced and soon began to chuckle at her master’s comment. Her body hadn’t completely mended its wounds yet, so to laugh meant some heavy pain in her gut. It mattered not as she continued to giggle, cringing when she had too.

“Oh shut up.” Tharja responded, straight-faced trying not to laugh. I guess it was sort of a silly thing to say.

Grabbing hold of her servant’s cheeks to silence her, Tharja looked sternly into her eyes and commanded that she get ready. They couldn’t afford to waste anymore time. The night’s event would be starting in less than half-an-hour.

Rhajat made her way into the living room after getting dressed. Her master gave her a playful cat-call, complimenting her on her outfit. She had adorned a sharp female tux—glossy textured black, set with white frilly cuffs peeking from the sleeves, and a decorative neck-tied scarf of French lace. Her bare feet slipped into a pair of black leather heeled dress shoes. As she straightened the collar of her white dress shirt creeping out from her tuxedo, Tharja went over the plan.

“As you know, I’ve managed through much diligence to find a way into this event. We cannot afford to slip up, so listen carefully.”

Rhajat was at complete attention. She caught the sternness of her master’s voice.

“We are going there with the intention of finding a new home, an estate, in which to grow our coven and keep our activities hidden behind the cover of riches and status. I will forge as many friendships as I can, gain us some clout and favor with all the unsavory and well-connected guests. We need to be well protected.” She leaned in towards her servant and whispered, “Now where you come in.”

Rhajat gave a sly smile and awaited her orders. Her master responded with a smirk of her own.

“Now listen my dear, you will be presenting yourself as the role of bodyguard. By the way, you look ravishing.” Not giving her a moment to respond to the praise Tharja continued, “You will stay by my side at all times should things go south, only leaving if I give you permission. That is of most importance. Also, please try and control yourself. I know how snippy you can get when hostility is thrown my way, but I can take care of things myself sweetie. Don’t go blowing up over anything trivial.”

Tharja held her sweet, dutiful servant’s chin up and kissed her long and deeply on the lips before pulling away. This left Rhajat wanting more, but all she received was a tender smile from her mistress.

“Just let me do all the work dear. You just stay vigilant. What we are must remain hidden.”

They both sprung up ready to depart. Tharja cast a quick incantation, opening a thin purple, swirling portal within the room. The eye of the portal was as black as night. One could easily mistake it as some sort of gateway to the underworld or some other nefarious place; but no, it was simply a gateway for quick travel to the event they were attending. They’d be on the scene in a flash.

Grabbing hold of her servants hand like a mother wishing to keep her child close, both women entered the portal. It quickly shut behind them leaving the farmhouse abandoned. Hopefully if all went well tonight, they’d never come back. Hopefully, darker horizons awaited them.

***

The two sorceresses were dumped off just outside the front gates of the old Spanish villa where the festivities were being held in Marbella. A line of limousines filled the front driveway outside the gate. For all anyone knew the two women had arrived by one of the many parked vehicles. The two made their way to the check-in at the gate, already turning the heads of the other party goers who too had just arrived. It was no surprise, their beauty was just one of the many gifts bestowed upon them thanks to their pact of darkness. It only made sense that beauty could be used as a tool for darkness to spread.

The head-guard at the front gate did his best to keep his composure in front of the stunners. He’d already seen plenty of gorgeous women arrive, yet these two seemed above all compare—their faces the kind that capture your gaze and never let go. It didn’t make things any easier for the man that Tharja’s perfume was working its magic, tugging at his senses.

“My good man,” Tharja greeted the guard. “I am madam Sallya and this is my bodyguard Ms. Shara. We were given invite to this event by Mr… Condell, I believe. He said he’d call ahead to give the estate word of the change in attendance.”

The guard had to snap out of his perturbed state to look down at the list in his hand. Eventually he did indeed spot the alias names Tharja had given. Assured the guard waved the two schemers into the courtyard. They both strolled with elegance down the garden path. Decorative shrubbery and lush flora lined the straight walk to the classy, Andalusian style mansion. Two main entrances were placed on each side of an elaborate fountain wall. Mandala patchwork covered the fountain wall, illuminated from beneath the water with a neon aqua glow. It could easily be mistaken as a stain glass window.

“Such unspoiled beauty…” Tharja commended. She could still appreciate works of art, no matter how undefiled they may be.

“A shame the water doesn’t run red, heh heh.” Rhajat joked in response. Both chuckled as they entered the villa. Exiting the tender night they were met with posh ballroom music and deafening chatter from the guests in the main hall.

Rhajat immediately plugged her ears, berating the music. A quick slap on her wrist from her master and she put her hands back to her sides.

“Look your part Shara and soak it in. We have arrived.” Tharja closed her eyes and took in the moment, humming a bit to the tune bouncing about the large chamber of the room. She began walking through the crowds with small precise steps, meant to entice and show off her figure—at moments she seemed ready to break into a dance.

Arrived. There was much meaning in that word from her master, yet Rhajat simply couldn’t find the music or demeanors around her agreeable. But she sucked it up and followed her confident mistress through the droves of people. They headed for the next large room over.

The mansion was certainly refined. Large towering windows adorned the walls of each room, red drapes falling tastefully at their sides. The walls had a very rich, creamy color to them.

Rhajat noticed her own reflection in the well-polished marble floor. She could make out her suited attire she had received praise from her master for earlier. Blushing, she imagined herself acting the gentlemen for her mistress before whipping out a cock and violently forcing herself on Tharja like a crude man taking command over his cherished sweetheart. Master would never let me do such a thing! she fussed. Though a cock might feel nice. Can’t believe I’ve yet to try such a thing. And with this outfit it would feel sooo appropriate, mmm.

“What are you daydreaming about my dear?” Tharja asked, noticing Rhajat’s dreamy eyed expressions whenever she looked back at her.

Quickly snapping back to reality, Rhajat replied, “Oh nothing mistress. Just… thinking of the fun that awaits us!”

They both entered a large dining hall, or perhaps a lounge—a few sofas and intricate comfort chairs were placed about the room among all the round ballroom dining tables arranged with fine china. Whatever the proper label for the large space, its purpose was clear. This was the gathering place for all the guests of importance to chat, whether it is casually or for business. This was exactly where Tharja needed to be.

The next couple of hours she made her mark. Her powers of persuasion and keen wits allowed her to spin any tale she needed to gain favor with all the right figures. She was forging partnerships fast, but she was also telling a lie; a lie that she was living in the area of Spain, but she neglected to say exactly where. She simply said she had joint ownership in a property and was in business with another opulent individual in the country. She promised answers once she got the ball rolling with her partner. The seeds had been planted, now she just needed the actual estate in question.

During her prying about the dining hall she spotted in attendance a wealthy woman whom she desperately hoped would be at the party. Olinda Madalynn, the owner of La Fortaleza, the estate Tharja put top-of-the-list. Early in her life she was a famous opera musician, which she gained a decent amount of wealth from. She put her new status and gains to use and became quite the socialite. She had clout with anyone who was anyone in Spain; she even entered the world of fashion, starting her own line of clothing stores which soon grew to worldwide establishments. Over tiem she became one of the wealthiest people in Spain. She was a much older woman now, whose mood had become sourer with age.

Tharja noticed right away an aging beauty—beautiful she still was—longing for the days of her youth. She was the perfect target. If she had to die for Tharja to get what she wanted, it would be unfortunate. With a crazed but focused look in her eyes, Tharja could taste victory. This was the prize she wanted and nothing was going to sway her.

Noticing the intense look on her master’s face and whom she was glaring at Rhajat questioned, “Mistress, are you alright?” No response came. “You seem really drawn to that woman. Are you sure you don’t want to take a moment to collect yourself? I’ve never seen you like th-“

Rhajat suddenly reeled from an intense pain in her head as she brought up both hands to grip at her hair.

“You distressed child, silence yourself!” Tharja yelled in a hushed manner so no one would hear. “How dare you even imply I can’t handle myself!”

“I, I was just worried mistress… please stop...” Rhajat whimpered in pain, her mind cracking under the psychic assault from her master’s violent attack. This was the sort of deep rooted connection Tharja held over her creation.

Tharja let go of the poor girl’s mind, Rhajat gasping for air after she was freed. “Keep your mouth shut. Take a moment and collect yourself.” She ordered in a snarky manner. “Let me savor this sight…”

Rhajat finally settled, rubbed her head a bit before turning towards her now much calmer master who said, “We have a very important chat about to take place my dear. I need you to play the role we talked about, remember? Our moment has arrived.”

And with that both women made their way over to Olinda Madalynn’s table. She was in the company of her daughter, Ophelia Madalynn—from her broken marriage—as well as another young adult woman.

Olinda had been avoided by most of the guests the last few hours, because she looked grumpy and unwilling to talk. The only two chatting at the table were the daughter, and what Tharja assumed to be her friend. The creamy skinned Olinda was dressed in an elegant white dress that held on one shoulder with a transparent sleeve that went down on that arm. There was a cut in the dress on the side of the sleeve and a sparkling silver pattern that ran around the waist and grew out larger on the sleeve-side of the dress. She filled it out well for an older woman in her 60s—breasts still looked appealing though showing their age. The rest of her body was showing its wear. This was a woman who had tried her best to keep her shape, but was fighting a losing battle. She was desperately clinging to youth, the youth that—judging by her annoyed expression—felt was wasted on the babbling young women next to her.

Her pasty skinned, black haired daughter Ophelia was dressed in a generic blue trimmed garb, cheap looking stockings and fashionable boots, obviously caring little how rich she might look. It was the kind of cheap-but-prime outfit one would wear to look classier than everyone else at a ratty-venue. Her friend sported similar clothing, though without the stockings and with a red color dress. Both women looked like your typical party-going pampered youths.

“Olinda… Olinda Madalynn?”

Olinda looked up at the woman greeting her and her mouth dropped a bit as Tharja came into view. It would seem Tharja needn’t rely on her charming musk; this woman was already captivated by what she saw, though she quickly straightened up her expression in order to hide the fact.

With craftiness underlying Tharja’s swooning demeanor, she seated herself and with noticeable excitement in her voice said, “It is you right?” She got a small smile and nod from Olinda. “Oh I knew it! I’m a huge fan of your work in opera. Your ability to capture the emotion of the stories is so effortless, as if you’ve lived it yourself. Oh… I adored your rendition of Le Nozze di Figaro.” Tharja did her best to appear an excited fan of the woman. “Many often confuse it’s meaning, but you brought it across so vividly through your voice. Such a wonderful tale spun through song. That the sort of battle of the sexes, and what it reveals about the human soul and in the forging of unions. Oh if—”

As Tharja gushed on, she could tell she was winning over Olinda’s respect. Tharja was a conniving one. She had conducted heavy research on each candidate she was most interested in, and even now was using sorcery to gauge Olinda’s ebb and flow of emotion. She played her like an instrument—Tharja’s words the hands working Olinda like a maestro—saying all the right things to gain her full attention. You see Le Nozze di Figaro was Olinda’s most treasured piece.

A few minutes later and they both were chatting like old friends anxious to catch up on each other’s lives. There was small talk of course, like about how gorgeous each one’s outfits were and what was their favorite food. As things got livelier between the two, Olinda’s daughter and her friend were becoming distracted and couldn’t help being slightly annoyed by the racket that wasn’t their own.

Tharja cooked up a story of her life as a painter’s daughter, using her family’s riches and status to eventually pursue her own ventures, opening Art Galleries all across north Eastern Europe. She mentioned how her parents seemed only interested in money to sit on, not using it to truly live free and expressive. It was money gone to waste, as she put it, and said she had been traveling the world trying to find ways to represent her idealistic artistic vision—a vision she held close and rarely spoke of.

Olinda’s face was full of melancholy as she thought of the past. She seemed infatuated by Tharja’s tale and complimented, “You’re such a beautiful, creative woman Sallya. You see the world you want for yourself and you waste no time chasing after it. You pour all of yourself into your passion! You remind me of myself way back… back when I had too possessed such passion. Oh if I could turn back time and—“

“Gagh, this is all so interestingly BORING!” the daughter’s friend exasperatedly spoke. “This place is even more of a bore with you two losers prattling on and on!” This got a chuckle from Ophelia.

“Ophelia, tell your friend Jez to shut her rat-trap this instant! Such an offensive girl.” Olinda said with seething anger.

“Excuse me!?” Jez responded with disgust.

Trying hard not to laugh too much, Olinda’s daughter responded, “Mother you have to admit that’s harsh. This is a pointless gathering, what are we even doing here?” She stared about the room with malcontent, like a child scanning desperately for that one glimpse of fun amongst a room of prattling adults. “You don’t even really want to be here. It’s pathetic.”

“How dare you—” Olinda snapped before being cut off my Tharja’s voice and raising of her hand in protest.

With utmost composure she spoke, “You really mustn’t talk to the one who bore you with such disrespect dear. She has given you a comfortable life I imagine. You should show more thanks and at least try to act a proper child.”

With a scowl Ophelia’s friend Jez replied, “Oh you mean have her act obedient like your stone cold lapdog?” She gestured to Rhajat who had been standing quiet and vigilante behind Tharja this entire time. “Yeah I bet she’s lived a fun life being your bitch.”

Rhajat’s eyes turned violently towards Jez and emitted an intense demonic stare.

“Haha, holy shit! She looks like she’s about to blow, heh”

Tharja raised her hand quickly and firmly in direction of Rhajat and ordered, “That’s enough… calm yourself Shara dear. We do not pay mind to such petty outbursts.”

Rhajat reclaimed her stiff emotionless stance, brushing it off.

Olinda sighed, “So childish.” She then looked at Rhajat whom she hadn’t even spoke to yet and asked, “Shara. What brought you under the service of Sallya?”

With a fondness to her smile Rhajat explained, “Mistress was kind enough to save me from a life of no purpose. I wallowed about, unsure and always walking in the shadows of others. She helped elevate me to something I never could have imagined. Now I serve her as my thanks. I know no other way now. She is… ” She became flustered before continuing, “She is like a mother to me.” Her lips quivered a bit after her admittance.

Tharja seemed genuinely at a loss for words. She’d never heard Rhajat speak so open hearted before. This was no mental influence from sorcery on her part, or a ploy by Rhajat herself—she could tell she meant every word. Tharja’s dumfounded expression brought a small chuckle from Rhajat once she noticed her mistress’s face.

“That was beautiful Shara,” Olinda replied. “Sallya must be quite the woman to have won you over in such a way.”

Jez broke the silence to say, “This is sad.”

Rhajat glared once more, and this time Tharja did as well.

“Oh what? Did I strike a nerve?” she mocked. “Let’s get out of here Ophelia, we’ve got two limos. No point in us torturing ourselves around this three any longer.”

Nodding in agreement Ophelia rose out of her seat and stared disappointedly at her mom and commented, “All you did was come her to hopelessly capture some validation that you weren’t washed up.” She then looked at Tharja who for some reason had a look of amusement on her face. “Looks like you found it.”

Olinda looked hurt by her daughter’s words and watched as her and her friend set to leave her.

“Oh wait!” Jez yelped. “Sorry gotta go to the restroom first. Just head out to the limo and wait for me.” She scurried off towards another room. Tharja gave the aggravated Rhajat a small nod, giving her the okay to act out her aggressions. With an evil smile unnoticed by anyone else present, Rhajat excused herself and headed off in the same direction as Jez.

Olinda told Tharja to forget about them before grabbing the attention of a waiter. Tharja could tell Olinda was trying her best to fight back tears. Such delicious despair being withheld made for a entertaining display. Olinda pulled a few wine bottles off the waiter before turning towards Tharja and forcing a smile, shaking the bottles as if to tease her with its condiments.

“What do you say Sallya? Cabernet or Pinot Noir?”

***

“Ugh! What a night!” Jez bemoaned as she entered the public restroom of the estate used for tours. She wasn’t allowed by the butlers into the finer lavatories. The entire night she felt looked down upon and unwelcomed by everyone—especially her friend’s bitch of a mother. Being sent to the commoners washroom felt insulting, what with its paint-peeling walls and gutterish looking tiled floor.

Splashing a bit of water on her face she stared into the bathroom mirror above the sink.

And that pathetic woman with that Sallya lady, she thought. The way she looked at me. Who does she think she is! Her hands trembled with anger, gripping the sides of the sink. I’m the daughter of one of the most renowned hotel owners in all of Europe! I’m deserving of more respect than this!

She slammed a fist defiantly onto the sink before reeling back in pain. She made pouty eyes, regretting her decision.

“Ouch, ouch… uhn, I can’t take this place anymore.” She said massaging her injured hand and heading into one of the unsightly bathroom stalls. She took great care to line the filthy toilet top with toilet paper before planting herself on it. Squeamish and frustrated, she tried her best to relax, confident that the night would improve once she was away from this farce of a party.

A long, but silent creek filled the room as Rhajat pushed open the door while leaning amused against the frame. She had the door opened just a crack and had heard Jez’s entire rant. She really is a bitch, she thought. This’ll be fun. She strutted over to the bathroom sink and leaned against its edge, staring daggers at the closed stall that held her plaything inside. With a brief chant and flick of her wrist, point of her finger, the door to the room was sealed off. She then lingeringly and wickedly pointed her finger towards the stall, her hand bordered by a dark faded purple—ever shifting—energy. The stall was then sealed.

Jez continued to mumble in displeasure behind the stall walls as Rhajat began to channel a disturbing power within her, the power bubbling at her center. It felt like a hot ball of heavy iron planted in her chest where her heart should be. She always relished the sensation of when she tapped into the darkness around her. Very few were aware, but there is a veil of darkness that surrounds everything—realms of unspeakable horrors faintly connected to our own by a thread—which with a proper push can be brought into our world. It was as if Rhajat had a third eye which could peer into this abyss and see the abundance of parasites and monsters that inhabited it. Tharja always praised Rhajat for how attuned she was to the creatures—most would call them demons—of these dark realms and how effortless it was for her to conjure them. She was calling out to them now, to serve her own devious intentions.

Her eyes glowing red, she grinned as nefariously as she ever had before. Jez had insulted her and her mistress. She had to be punished.

“Act like a bitch,” she muttered with a tender yet frightening tone. “Get treated like one…”

Nothing but a blood red glow emanated from her eyes as she chanted…

“Canis vocat abyssum, puellam hanc tuam. Similis est bestiae, amenti caeca furore et concupiscentia. Sustentet eam ex ea latebra haberent.” “I summon you hound of the abyss, claim this girl as your own. She is a beast like you, blinded by fury and lust. Guide her free from her disguise.”

The breath releasing from her mouth with every spoken word was as hot as the steam poured out by a steam locomotive. Anyone too close would’ve been burned by her words.

Jez suddenly felt warmth in the air around her and could make out a sort of… chanting? “I-is someone there?” she called out nervously, feeling the temperature continue to rise. No response, except for a low rumbling noise below her feet.

The tile floor suddenly began to break beneath her, red light spilling out from crevices in the ground. She screamed out and immediately tried to unlock the door. The attempt burned her hands as the lock on the stall door was as hot as the surface of a stove. Reeling back in pain she smacked her head hard against the wall of the stall. Jez slouched over in a momentary daze as the floor breaking beneath her grew wider, until a small pit emitting brilliant fiery light—funneling up from infinite darkness down below—met her gaze. She stared directly down into the black-hole abyss. She saw that the bright flaming light was being cast off a hulking creature crawling its way up towards her.

She began to clearly make out what it was the closer it came to meet her. It appeared to be a crusty, dark skinned canine with a huge wrinkled muzzle and giant intimidating teeth—far larger than any normal dog. The claws too, were oversized. Its eyes were pure white, glazed over as if it were blind. It had a whip like tail with sharp spines running along it and all the way up the hound’s backside. Flames kicked up off its back, constantly shifting between oranges and yellows. The skin on its back where the flames burned freely was peeling and grotesque, lava spilling out from inside the creature. Drops of this molten substance fell off the hound’s body as it crawled its way up towards Jez in the hole, the dark red liquid being eaten by the darkness mere feet from where it fell.

A blood curdling scream left Jez as one of the creature’s paws finally touched her lap. She kicked and thrashed about as the demonic hound crawled its way fully out from the hole—which quickly sealed up—and began drooling all over its prey. The thick hot goop that fell from its mouth ate away at Jez’s clothing like a fast moving fire devouring a field of wheat.

Rhajat could see Jez through channeling the sight of her demon spawn. The emotions and lust of her summoned dog possessed her, as Rhajat began to drool as well, her mouth snarling and her fingers wandering towards her breasts and lower lips. It would be quite the show.

As Jez’s entire body struggled against the immovable object that was her attacker, she felt the slimy touch of its tongue licking her cheek. Her beady frightened eyes darted towards the sight of the monstrous, coarse, decayed looking appendage gliding along her face.

“Oh shit! Hyah, s-someone plea—!” she cried out before it forced itself into her mouth and back to the top of her throat.

She grabbed hold of the demon hound’s backside in an attempt to push it off her, but was burned by its flames. Strangely the fire never stuck to her body, or left any mark. It was more like a repellant than anything. The tongue pounded at the backside of her mouth as it brutally spread her maw wide through its onslaught. Jez’s body felt as if it were being blasted by the heat from a furnace; being so close to the canine’s body. The dog began to situate itself in a lecherous manner, its paws resting themselves over the shoulders of Jez while a massive dick appeared, unsheathed, growing outward against the surface of her stomach.

Jez let out muffled screams of terror as she felt the slimy member enlarging against her tummy, growing so large that it began to creep near her breasts. It was a monster’s dick if ever there was one—ridged, covered in mucus, and unsettlingly fine tipped at the head. Jez was pinned and at the mercy of this beast. She felt the violating member finding paradise between her tits, and as the tongue of the creature continued its work Jez began to feel light headed from lack of air. The terrifying and shameful nature of her situation was too much and she slowly began to succumb to the heat filling the space, her entire body in a heavy sweat.

Before she was completely lost, however, the tongue was pulled out from her mouth, leaving Jez gasping desperately for air and coughing up slime. The dick that was wedged between her tits withdrew as well, leaving a filthy trail behind. An exhausted Jez continued to tremble as she saw the frightening beast staring into her eyes. It then made a low toned growl and smiled devilishly at her. Jez couldn’t speak, as she shivered in front of the demon, unaware that it was in prime position to enter her.

It seemed intent on mating with her.

Jez felt her pussy stretched wide, filled by a monster’s cock. It was so large and forceful on entry that it lifted her up against the back wall. Jez shrieked as she looked down in horror at the thing entering her. It wasn’t even a third of the way in from what she could tell, and already she was painfully full.

“Oh god no!! Ghh—fuck! No, gah! Stop it!!!” she plead as the monster began to thrust into her, back and forth, pinning her against the wall—a large bump forming on her stomach courtesy of its burning hot phallus. She pounded on and punched the hound—which did little. Eventually she could do nothing more but be carried along by the ride of this thing’s cock, being launched against the wall again and again.

Jez noticed her vision going red, the fringes of her sight turning a murky shade. Her teeth began to clatter as well and pain fired off through her gums. Her mind felt fuzzy, and slowly the agony of her situation was becoming less… potent. The pain was still there, but for whatever reason it was starting to excite her. No, no this isn’t right!? She panicked in her mind—her mouth too busy snarling to speak, her teeth growing sharper tipped and out from her mouth. Why!? Why is this starting to feel good! H-help! This disgusting thing! What’s… happening!?

A thirsting for the cock filling her up began to poison her mind. She lifted her head to the ceiling as her face cracked and contorted, a small muzzle beginning to push out from her face. Eyes were still filled with fright, though they looked devoid of their usual beauty—pupils crimson red floating in a pool as pitch black as the hole that brought this fate upon her. Her hair began to lose its color and turn a sickly dry grey, before cracks of fire and sparks began to pop off of her long mane. Moments later her hair burst into flames.

“H-help meeaaahhhh!!” she wailed before her face pushed violently out into a lengthier canine snout. “Graahh! Rrrohh noo!” Her voice now echoed with a deep tenor, her human speech echoing beneath a roaring hum. Her eyes became more slit-like and libidinous, clearly showing the conflicting emotions rising inside her.

It was as if she was losing her sense of decency. All Jez could think about was the feeling of the monster’s slimy self-lubricated cock pounding inside her. The more she lost herself to the moment, the more her body changed. Her nails were sharpening, her ears cracking and pushing further up on her head—looking longer and with a flap like shape resembling a dog. After a few loud pops and strangely arousing tugs above her ass, she felt a tail sprouting from behind her. As the beast hilted hard she howled out like an animal, and her feet snapped at the ankles in response and began to grow outward and more lupine in shape—the toes growing meatier and larger. Some of her toes fused together into larger forms with intimidating claws. Her hands—more like padded paws now—soon reached a similarly daunting size, looking far too big for her arms to hold up as their claws dug into the demon hound’s back.

“Rooh, please!! AHN, can’t take it! Auhn!” Jez cried out in confusing pleasure. Her body was enjoying the ride, but her mind was still very much in conflict.

As fur began to slowly trickle into existence around her body, she could feel more animalistic instincts pushing to the surface. More frightening than that though, was the growing affinity for violence and despair. Horrific thoughts flooded her psyche, and a sickening joy began to root itself inside her. Eyes glowing red, demonic energy flowing through her, her soul was darkening like the fur coat on her body… devoid of color… pure unadulterated darkness.

“I, I can freell it!” she snarled. “Its frilleeng up my soul! AUGH! Freels shoo… good!” Having succumb to the darkness, she wrapped one of her thickening legs around her demonic lover’s body and began to willingly meet his thrusts with her own. She could feel the intoxicating, overwhelming darkness bringing with it greater strength—it was elevating her beyond her pitiful human form. All the frustration built up from the night, it felt as if it was being amplified and given physical form, in order to act out that frustration and anger. It felt amazing to Jez. It felt right.

Her poisoned mind called out, No one will ever cross me again! Yes, this is the real me, finally… I’m free!

Her body bulked up considerably, arms and legs thickening and rippling with muscle. Her legs were impressive in their new strength and appearance, strong enough to crush a skull between their grips—of course her demon hound lover had more than enough strength to endure her squeeze. Steel-thick abs formed along her stomach as her torso cracked and elongated, giving her even more height. Her breasts too grew in size, swirling about as they inflated to ridiculous proportions to match her larger form.

Jez leaned forward and bit the shoulder of her demon dog—tugging hard and drawing a heavy amount of blood—in response to a large lift of his cock inside her. Her tits were now smothering the hounds face as they grew. The squashed mounds had no lift; they were simply massive sagging mountains of flesh engorged with milk and fat. They had gotten so big that they began to press tightly against her arms that were hugging the demonic beast. Though it appeared they might not stop growing, they did, and as if to celebrate, her tits fired milk into he face of the demon hound. His prey was unmistakably his lover now.

Rhajat, who had witnessed everything from the eyes of the monster, cut off her connection just as she came onto her hands—sliding in and out of herself fast and erratic.

“Ah! Yes! Mmmm... A fine bitch indeed.” She moaned, admiring her work.

Inside the stall, Jez was nothing but a demonic bitch hound, her likeness growing ever more similar to the monster that had done this to her. Her tongue turned rotten and slimy, shooting out from her mouth in great length like a lizard’s tongue. The skin on her back peeled, releasing her own molten substance from within her fiery form now in a constant state of burning, savage passion—her inner heat releasing like steam from her mouth and nostrils. She looked more human than her demon dog lover, hulking in size over him. All that mattered to her though was the size of his cock. As they both came, bucking and howling so much that it busted down the stall door, there was no question of whether or not he fulfilled her needs.

Rhajat chuckled in amusement after seeing the stall door launched off its hinges and into the wall. She felt happy for them both, but cared little about what happened next. Her work was done, so she made out for the party once more, leaving the two fucking demons to their vices. She was sure her mistress had likely finished her work.

***

Olinda slammed her finished wine bottle on the table and gave a small chuckle. She was drunker than she’d been in quite some time; a sophisticated lady such as herself never drank straight from the bottle. Yet here she was, smashed, vulnerable, and having a grand time.

“Sallya, you know you? Uh… you are remind me so much of me when I was a weee younger me, hee hee.” Olinda said before burping and almost passing out onto the table.

“I’m delighted to hear you enjoy my company.” Tharja responded with a warm smile. She’d actually quite enjoyed her time chatting with Olinda, despite her own seedy intentions.

Tharja softly chanted a spell that allowed her to intake some of Olinda’s stupor, not taking so much though as to sober her up. She simply took enough to make her lucid enough to at least speak sensibly.

“If I may be so bold, Olinda? Why do you cling so adamantly to your youth? Are you not happy with where you are in your life, with a daughter and riches and fame beyond—”

“No!” Olinda shouted, cutting Tharja off. “I mean, no…” She frowned and stared off into space at the party before her, at the large mass of people in the ballroom—some faking smiles, others genuine in their good time. “I just… miss the rush of it all. Having pride in my appearance and in my talents, feeling everything was at its peak. Youth is idolized; it’s when people are at their most alive. Ugh… I’m rambling.”

“No, please continue.” Tharja assured.

With eyes staring as if into the past, soft and glistening, Olinda continued, “Don’t get me wrong. I love my daughter. Perhaps it’s her stubbornness that reminds me of myself when I was very young and it angers me to think I’ll never live those days again. I was like her once, not nearly as obnoxious, but felt the same… Not wanting to become like the fake, scheming snobs surrounding me. That’s all you see once you’ve reached the top like me… liars.” Tharja was drawn in, fixated on the suffering woman in front of her. “When I was young I lived the life, yet I wasn’t like all those older than me, who were carefule to never expose their true selves and intentions. I’ve tried so hard not to grow into, become them. Yet these last few years I finally feel myself realizing I’ve succumb to it. I’ve had to adapt, it’s what one does with such a life. It’s the only way to stay afloat; and I need to… for my daughter. If only I could feel like I did back then, just look like my old self again!”

It was strange to Tharja but, she actually felt genuinely sorry for Olinda. What Olinda said next hit Tharja at her core.

“Do you know how it feels Sallya? To feel like you are living a lie?

That was it! Olinda reminded Tharja of herself, before she awakened to her true self. She always played it fake who she was out in public, as to not embarrass or call attention to herself. Her bonding with the dark energies of her sacred tome freed her from that fate, that fate of becoming who Olinda was now. But Olinda was mistaken… there was no way to return her to her former glory; she had changed too much in mind to ever become that woman again. Still, there is a beautiful form lying beneath, waiting to be sculpted. Tharja thought. She may not see it, but there is so much potential in her, just like Rhajat. Her still tender heart laced with such selfish needs... it creates a delectable, unique aura of darkness around her. I can’t wait to awaken it. She’d make an excellent addition to Tharja’s entourage.

Suddenly Rhajat arrived back at the table and hastily tapped her master on the shoulder and said, “I think we may need to go mistress. I made more of a mess than intended.” She tried her best to sound apologetic. She’d never been good at selling it, Tharja was always onto her—even now. She could see those lips twitching oh so mildly, just wishing they could crack a smile.

A tad vexed Tharja rose up out of her chair and put a shoulder onto her apprentice. “It’s fine, we are about to depart.” Rhajat’s face lit up at was surely her master’s success.

A dark purple swirling vortex appeared out of thin air in front of the two sorceresses, causing Olinda to reel back in shock. She was at a loss for words and coiled a tad when Tharja extended her hand out to her.

Tharja declared with a booming voice over the loud sound of the spinning portal and the screams ringing out in the ballroom—the demon hounds had broken loose, “If you wish for a better life, to regain your youth, you will grab hold of my hand!” Olinda was so conflicted over such bizarre a sight, but Tharja exuded such confidence and beauty in her gesture. It was hard to ignore the offer. “Come with me Olinda! You will be reborn!”

The unfaltering Tharja convinced Olinda that she had her way out and took hold of the confused woman’s hand as it reached out to her. She pulled her up fast and dragged her through the portal. The three ladies disappeared from sight as the portal closed behind them, dissipating into a misty purple cloud. Likely no one even saw the flashy exit, as everyone was terrified and fixated on the two flaming monsters tearing people limb from limb. Perhaps the water would run red tonight.

***

The 3 women walked out of the portal out onto a balcony overlooking the sea. The sounds of crashing waves filled the air—a perfect match to the calm, moonlit night. Olinda seemed jarred by the quick trip through the portal. It does take some getting used to. After all having one’s form broken down into nothing but corporeal energy and reshaped is very unnatural for someone not attune to those kinds of energies. As Olinda slowly regained her footing she looked out at the sight before her over the stone balcony wall, and then down at the structure they were on. They had been dropped off at a very large estate atop peninsula jutting out to a sea that was all too familiar to her. And the sturdy looking, castle-like dwelling itself—the dramatic arcade, the intricate network of terraced gardens, and the huge ornamental pond—it was unmistakable that this was La Fortaleza, her home!

But how? Olinda wondered, how did we suddenly appear here? I can’t remember… I was at the party… Syalla? She then quickly spun around and saw Syalla and Shara standing there. Syalla was enjoying the light breeze of the night, paying no initial notice to her shock. Shara was staring at her though, with an amused expression as if she were about to laugh. Olinda frigidly opened her mouth to question what had just happened, but was cut off by Syalla’s stare. It paralyzed her—she couldn’t speak! It felt as if her body were being held in place by a huge weight tugging beneath her feet.

“It’s been a long night, so let’s get to it” Tharja commented. “Oh introductions! The name is Tharja, and this is my darling apprentice Rhajat. You see Olinda my friend. We are sorceresses.” With a snap of her fingers the outfits of the two sorceresses burst into flames and evaporated into the air, leaving behind odd, skin tight decorated and finely trimmed garments like something out of a fantastical painting. Tharjas had a very European design about it, while Rhajats more eastern. Both women filled out the full body stockings, laced with lavish designs and decorations, very well.

Rhajat giggled and said, “You see, me and my master have been looking for a new home, as well as proper protection.” She was obviously having fun with the moment. “We can’t have any prying eyes t—”

“Enough Rhajat!” Tharja commanded, causing the young lady sorceress to back away in silence. Tharja then slowly tugged Olinda towards her while beckoning with her finger, her body being pulled by an invisible string of magic.

What is this madness!? Olinda thought in despair, still unable to speak. These witches! What do they want from me!?

“I’m sure you have all sorts of questions, so let me explain as quickly as I can for now. I’ve really wasted enough of my time tonight” Tharja said hastily. “You’re blessed you came across me Olinda, truly you are.” The frightened look on Olinda’s face said otherwise. “You serve me now. All your assets and connections, your home, they all belong to me.”

Olinda finally arrived in front of Tharja, her body regaining some movement as the witch’s face leaned in close to hers.

“Don’t worry my dear. You’ll recieve what you’ve longed for… your youth.” Tharja spoke sensually as she placed firmly her hands onto Olinda’s cheek, slightly puckering them up. Olinda’s hands crawled over Tharja’s, the sorceress’s hands devoid of warmth. “Welcome to the family”

No sooner than she had finished those words, she kissed Olinda upon the lips, giving her a wide open mouthed, passionate kiss. Suddenly, what felt like a Jetstream launched inside her mouth, down her throat, and into the pits of her body, sending waves of heat coursing through her. It was a heavy current of dark energy being dumped into her, digging its way into every fiber of her being. Olinda could move again, but it didn’t matter—it was merely Tharja having fun, enjoying the struggle of her beating away and desperately clawing at her. The rush of physical darkness entering her mouth began to stiffen, until eventually it formed as a sort of… Olinda’s eyes shot wide as she recognized the form. The forces blasting forth from Tharja’s mouth had formed into the shape of a sturdy cock that was now pounding away inside her mouth, firing off loads of thick dark energy that flowed like a goopy waterfall down her throat. It made no sense that such a an ethereal force could also be so rough and physically formed, but then nothing in the last few minutes made any realistic sense to Olinda. Everything was happening so fast and she was unsure on how to react—fight back sure—yet there was more than just the feeling of dread that came to mind. There was also a twinge of curiosity rising within.

The longer Olinda deep throated the weightless cock, the less she struggled. She felt so worn out, as if her body were being eased into things. None of this was normal to her, yet she couldn’t help but slowly submit. The energies pouring into her were tantalizing her thoughts and twisting her desires. Her body trembled as a new indescribably power coursed through her, awakening suppressed emotions and thoughts of her past—back when she was happy. As they rose to prominence in her mind once again, they were twisted by the black magic of Tharja. They were given more importance than anything else, becoming Olinda’s sole drive. She did wish for the days of her youth, but after Tharja’s corruption, it was the only thing she could think of. Olinda wanted her old self back, wanted to be even better. As she began to better understand the darkness flowing into her, disgust and selfishness plagued her mind. She was disgusted at everyone who looked down on her and her admirable pursuit to stay young at heart. She was selfish in that she no longer cared about anything that did not serve her own self-interest, her own enjoyment. Yes, this new power sending shockwaves through her body was going to help her regain her lost time.

Olinda’s eye fluttered as she collapsed but was caught by Tharja. She held Olinda in a sort of “lover’s embrace” as she continued to thrust her potent dark magic into the quickly perverting woman. Olinda’s limbs hung limp and her chest began to heave upward with every inhale of air and toxic magic. A translucent purple silhouette in the form of a shapely woman began to crawl out from the concrete floor of the balcony right behind Olinda. She could sense it approaching… her true self!

The form Olinda desired had been manifested by the dark energies now swirling about her soul. She could tap into this current of madness her mind was now swimming in—the same realm all enchanters of darkness could tap into. Chaos reigned in her mind now, she lusted after it. This beautiful darkness that held so much power could also give her so much more than she ever imagined. But for now she was merely borrowing Tharja’s seemingly endless pool of energy. Olinda needed a proper vessel to house her own dark core, a new body—the one she deserved. This astral being that had been summoned was surely a gift from the dark realm Olinda’s mind was staring into—that black pit teeming with power far too great for any normal mortal to comprehend. Oh but she understood it now, she was no longer some sniveling, aging human, clinging to her youth—or at least she wouldn’t be for much longer.

The purple translucent figure lined up with Olinda’s body and seemed to fit itself onto her like clothing, stepping into her. It put itself in the same positon Olinda’ herself was in—held by Tharja, deep in a kiss. Parts of the ghostly visage spilled out as borders on Olinda’s body, the figures breasts much bigger than her own, her hips wider, and her chin more pronounced. It was merely an outline of what she was to become and as the darkness within her began to mingle with the body, she winced and the forceful magic cock in her mouth began to pick up its pace. It may have been Tharja’s way of saying, get on with it already.

It began with a loud CRACK!

Olinda’s spine snapped towards a new curve, which dipped in well towards the front and gave more prominence to her butt. She screamed into Tharja’s mouth, her cries muffled by the member filling her mouth.

The purple ghostly body bound to her was now tugging at her older unworthy body, trying to force it to fit the contours of the desired form. Her ass shook vigorously before slowly bulging outward in a few large flings. The butt cheeks squished together and the larger they got, the rounder her ass became. It became so massive that it began to droop—remaining tight—before succulently reshaping into a more fitting adoration to go with her now inflating thighs. The muscles in her legs tightened and released as what was long lost to age was brought to life once more, giving a healthy thick look to her legs. The purple border of what the legs were to become were slowly being filled up by the space of Olinda’s aged limbs, her legs seemingly pulsating as they grew into their new shape. As if her form weren’t already improved enough, the wider hips of the purple visage surrounding her was tugging at the sides of her own hips, beckoning them out wider, her pelvis rattling as a magnetic force yanked at both sides of it. Her ass needed some more width to fully form, and with loud snaps her hips violently shot out on each side, stretching the mold of her ass further and giving her lower body a much needed, pear shape figure.

Olinda screamed out once again against the forceful cock in her mouth as her body bucked wildly in its stance from the intense changes. The silhouette body obviously had a trimmer waist and thus began to pull Olinda’s sides inward. Her midsection crashed in a tad—some fat being trimmed from her core—as her new hourglass shape took form. The muscles on her tummy tightened and flexed, surging with youthful splendor. A defined line down her naval as well as curving shadow-casting lines dipping along her sides and above her crotch, helped showcase the small plateau of muscle now formed there—feint abs rolling across the surface. The skin stretched firm onto the muscle tone at her core. In fact all of her skin was being stretched snug onto her body, her smooth young flesh returning to her after so many years.

Her arms had gained more curvature as well, bending more elegantly lined up against her body. Her hands twitched in excitement as they grew longer and more refined in appearance—boney yet soft. Her hair cascaded downward as it grew obscenely long, falling like a curtain from her head. The color of it slowly turned a faded purple, matching the purple colored specter reshaping her body.

The final changes were coming; Tharja and Olinda could feel it. Tharja pumped a final large dose of evil energy into her new servant, forever binding Olinda’s mind to her new master. Yes… so wonderful, Olinda thought. This gift from Tharja. My true self is returning to me. Thank you my master! Olinda flung her shaking hands onto Tharja’s cheeks and fully committed to the passionate kiss and brutal face fuck from her new master.

The dick was smashing harder and harder inside her mouth, dark energy spilling into her at an alarming rate. Her ancient tits began to fill with plentiful fat and milk once more, jiggling back to life on her body. They were kicking like wild, being whipped into shape by the spectral mold outlining them. Suddenly they inflated all at once, nipples firing out and tenting against the dress Olinda was wearing, her breasts filling her garment out like never before. Tharja leaned more into the kiss so she could feel Olinda’s chest growing against her own. She grew amused over the fact they were actually bigger than hers. And yet they grew even more, sagging due to their now greater weight. Soft and plush, they hung like tasteful tear drops.

Olinda’s chin cracked as it jotted down more from her face, sharpening into a more defined shape—fitting to the confines of what needed to be filled of her new form. Her cheeks rose up and her eyes took on a more almond shape—eyebrows thinning out above them. The final change to overtake her was the simple light puffing of her lips, perfect for allowing the depraved, energetic cock an easier time sliding in and out of her mouth. She was more than willing to have this shadow finish her. It was very much her lover now—touching her soul in ways no mortal man ever had or ever could.

One last thick load forced its way down her throat, slithering down like a fat slug. The masterful dick then retracted back into Tharja’s mouth from whence it came, leaving her master’s tongue to replace it as they stayed lip locked. With a little mental coercing on Tharja’s end, Olinda decided she needed a new name. Maybe it was the time Tharja had spent in Japan that caused her to subconsciously suggest a name of such nature, but Olinda eventually settled on the name Orochi.

The newly born woman’s body ached for release and Tharja obliged by ramming her knee against the crotch of her. Orochi kicked back her head, ending her and her master’s kiss, and wailed in ecstasy against the light of the moon, her scream carrying across the sky with the sound of the crashing waves. Tharja felt her knee become soaked in her Orochi’s fluids, a promising sign.

Rhajat looked in awe at the sight before her. Her new sister had been born and looked right at home in the arms of her master. Orochi was held lovingly by Tharja under the archway entrance to the balcony, the large moon perfectly aligned in the middle—their bodies as silhouettes framed within the moon’s light.

Orochi opened her eyes with a blissful stare. Her body was lavish and pristin. Her face seemed like that of a smug, confident woman in her 30s, yet her body was that of a fit shapely woman in her 20s—a potent combination.

With a wet smile Orochi softly spoke, “Oh Tharja… your power is indeed great. Such wonderful, despicable atrocities you have filled me with.” She steadied herself and stared Tharja straight in the face with a solid look of gratification, but clearly more amused at what she herself had become. She thought, I can see it all, the chaos that rules from the shadows. The beauty that is brought out within this chaos has been given form in me this night. Orochi started excitedly scanning her new body, almost laughing. “Who knew such madness existed, such beautiful, untapped… I can’t even describe it!”

Tharja placed a hand on her shoulder, forcing Orochi to stare her in the eyes.

“Now listen, my dear,” she said. “I know for a woman of class such as you this may all seem like some untapped indulgence. But you are bound to this darkness now; you are an extension of it.

Orochi couldn’t stand it. Her mind was going crazy just feeling this new energy coursing through her, her mind peering into the pure unaltered abyss from which her power came. Violent, dreadful visions trickled in her thoughts.

“These visions Tharja. It’s like the darkness is speaking to me, telling me what I must do!” she said with an excited, evil grin.

“Yes Orochi…. That’s exactly it. I knew you were a smart woman—catching on fast.” Tharja responded, impressed by her creation’s quick perceptions. “This manic look of yours doesn’t suit you.”

Orochi quickly leveled herself in embarrassment. She had gotten so excited over all the new sensations she had been feeling she hadn’t even thought about how she might appear. After all she did still consider herself a woman of class. Taking a deep breath she calmed herself, her new coven sister Rhajat coming up behind her and giving a light hug.

Orochi welcomed the embrace and then looked to Tharja once more and asked, “So… mistress. What exactly am I meant for?”

Tharja chuckled to herself and replied with foreboding tone, “As you already realized Orochi, we are mere extensions of this dark realm that hides behind a veil in this world. I am its arbiter. It is my duty to spread its tendrils where it has not, or cannot reach.” Tharja stared off towards the ocean, taking a moment. “Without darkness there can be no light. Like the light, darkness is purity—definitely more so. There was a time where it was at its peak. It was eventually weakened, and it festered in a realm separate from our own. A brilliant sorceress of the past tapped into that realm and bonded it to my tome.

Rhajat was captivated; she had never heard her master speak so candidly about her views on this matter.

Tharja went on, “Once I had felt its caress, I had become a ferry for it into this world. Now, don’t get me wrong, darkness cannot exist by itself. That said there is no true balance in this world. A world full of light would be sickening.” Tharja then cast a firm glare into both her servants’ eyes, signaling to them the importance of what she was about to say. “Darkness will regain its rightful place as the great equalizer in this world—we shall see to that. We are no longer human but blessed beings; darkness given human form! Don’t ever forget that!”

“Yes master!” Rhajat and Orochi responded with enthusiasm.

Tharja was deeply satisfied with her underlings’ resolves. It was time to move onto the next stage. They needed to firmly establish themselves on the global stage. With Orochi and her connections now on her side, this was now possible. Tharja materialized her cherished tome before her and felt its magic pulsating in response to her passionate expression of love towards the energies contained within it. Indeed she held a connection to the darkness like no other. She was like a mother helping nurture her child and feeling fulfilled from seeing her child grow.

“This world is my canvas.” Tharja muttered to herself as she stared at her floating tome. She thought back to her realization earlier in the evening, about true beauty.

The more dark… the more brilliant the light.