The Dark Caress 4

 

artwork - doiparuni

This story is a sequel to Dark Caress 3

Darkness, the enemy of the light. Rightfully it is feared, yet still there are those who celebrate and even wield it. Tharja and her coven are such people—a sorceress supreme who is the very envoy of the great abyss that exists beyond the veil of humanity’s eyes. A realm shrouded in the dark that blinds them. Whether her goal spells doom for the world is yet to be seen, but plans have begun in motion, fresh off the night of yet another individual becoming one of Tharja’s thrall. The morning after, the two began a meeting.

Tharja clasped her hands, seated a table opposite of her servant Orochi, the room lit only by a dim candle, whose only purpose seemed to make the shadows of the room more brilliant.

“Remember, your powers are drawn from a well that is my own. Siphon too much and it might end you.”

Tharja was teaching the woman on how to harness and control her dark powers, powers birthed by the connection Sorceress Tharja had to the realm of dark magic.

“You must coax it to come inside you, thaw any and all defenses. Let it find the cracks and slip into them. Let it intensify your shadow so you might better know your own shape. Open yourself wider…”

Orochi gave a deep breath, feeling the ravenous energy that had transformed her the night before bringing more of it into her like a pullstring.

“...Wider…”

It was like she was turning into a giant, cavernous expanse at her center, an abyss growing within her to allow as much darkness in as she could handle.

“...Wider…”

SLAM!

The two women halted in their ritual, their ears turning to the direction of a loud door slamming downstairs of Orochi’s castle-sized estate. A young woman’s voice called out for Olinda, the name Orochi held as a mother. Tharja mildly giggled in response.

“It would seem your daughter has arrived”

Orochi smirked and replied, “Whom better to practice with than family?”

“Oh you’ll do wonderful, my dear.”

Tharja blew out the candle, snuffing all light from the room, and the two sorceresses slipped out through the blanket of black within, emerging from a harsh shadow in the living space below. Tharja, in her revealing, sheer black leotard and cape, approached the front foyer to meet her servant’s daughter. Following behind her was Orochi, who had taken to her embrace of her new eastern moniker by dressing in a flashy, mature Japanese outfit composed of a white midriff top with long, slitted sleeves, accompanied by a violet waistcloth, black pants, and sandals. Prayer beads wrapped around both arms rattled with her every step, the noise drawing her daughter’s attention.

Ophelia was not only perplexed, but dumbfounded by the two beauties approaching her. It was not like her mother to have company over, and their garments seemed too foreign to be a sign of her typical inner circle.

"Uh, um... Excuse me? W-Who are you?"

Getting an even closer look at their attire, it struck her how unorthodox they truly were. It was as if they were dressed for some fantasy stage performance. Still more confused than worried, Ophelia asked if they were actresses. The purple haired woman dressed in Asian attire stopped closest to her, sporting an amused smirk.

"My child, do you really not recognize your own mother?"

Ophelia's eyes went wide and her brows furrowed, a sudden weight of recognition being dropped onto her, flattening all thought within her brain onto the features of this woman's face. As she stared, it became unmistakable. The lines of her features, the shape of her lips and shade of her complexion. It was the spitting image of her mother in her prime, the image of the confident woman lost to her twilight years. It was a face she hadn't seen in so long, the sureness her mother once possessed a bygone footnote in her life.

"Mom!?"

Orochi's smile curled further than she thought possible, her eyes sparkling with delight.

"Yes dear, a gem in the flesh. Excavated from the sands of time."

Orochi's daughter backed up, her mind spinning. Was she dreaming? Was this some ridiculous overnight surgery? Why was the mysterious woman besides her mother cackling alongside her? Just what the hell was going on?

"Who... who is this woman?" Ophelia asked, pointing aggressively at Tharja. It didn't need to be said, but clearly she was being given the accusatory finger.

Orochi calmed herself down and approached her daughter, arms opened wide. She couldn't recall the last time she had hugged her child, evident by the awe on Ophelia's face as she nervously allowed her mother's arms to wrap around her. She then gently pointed her lips towards her daughter's ears.

"Think of her as a friend for now. She has helped your mother regain her glory, and given me so much more."

"What is happening? Mom, I'm scared."

The fear her daughter showed was actually quite soothing to her. It was the first time Ophelia had shown any desire for assurance towards her since her younger teens. She could smell the desperation, the need for her mother to tell her that it was all okay.

"It's going to be okay my darling Ophelia." Orochi said, clinging to her daughter as if it were for the first time, her long nails digging into the thick blouse she was wearing. "I'd never leave you behind."

Pulling away from her, Ophelia noticed the warmness in her mother's eyes. She was being genuine. Yet, there was something else there, a tantalizing knowingness to her gaze that hid some buried truth. It felt both threatening yet not. Then suddenly, the other woman spoke up.

"Orochi, I believe it was you who said your daughter should taste only the finest things in life was it not? To command a room by her mere presence? I think we both know what role within my plans would be perfectly suited for our new... sister here."

Ophelia could sense the tension of the room rise.

"Yes, I've long desired my daughter to be my equal, someone of status and power who could demand anything! I wanted her to feel the rush of what life was like for me. but now..."

Orochi's eyes began to glow a purple that bordered on black. One hand clung tightly to her frightened daughter's arm trying to shake free.

"Now I can give her all that, and so much more~."

Ophelia was dumbfounded by her mother's strength, shouting and smacking at her as a means to escape, yet she remained rooted.

"Mom! Mom please! What is this? Why are you-fuck? Fuck, why is your body glowing!? Mom! MOOOM!"

"Forge the bond." Tharja sternly commanded her sister.

Orochi complied without question, locking lips with her own offspring, an act of murder in its own way. As the dark energy poured from her being down her daughter's throat, she was severing the old connections of mother and daughter. They would become equals within a sisterhood greater than family itself, a sisterhood under the service of Tharja, the emissary to darkness. It had only been a short time, but Orochi felt a great purity within her role. To be a sister to the darkness was to be blessed by the touch of god, given decadence and freedom from the world's order. It was the life she'd always wished for her daughter, but one she had denied despite all the money and status her caring mother had accrued. She was a defiant child like that, but now she could finally fulfill her motherly duties, even if by force. 

Ophelia began to seize, a dark haze wrapping around her mind. THe only thing she seemed capable of focusing on were her mom's eyes in front of her, staring intently at her own. She read the fierce intent in them. It was just like all the other times her mother had forced something upon her in the name of doing right by her. This time was different though. Ophelia did not tense, did not rise to an angry boil. She felt nothing but a cold, contradictorily pleasing chill, carried by her mother's emotions burrowing into the very depths of her soul. More than just mere passion that bordered on ecstasy, it became clear just how much her mother loved her.

Tharja smiled as she watched Ophelia's head kick back, her eyes consumed by the same dark glow. Orochi embraced her former child with the comforting touch only a mother could bring--surely a send off before the seeds she was planting could sprout. Old family ties were made irrelevant within Tharja's sisterhood. There was only one truth, one status quo for the sisters of darkness. Tharja was their mistress, their mother, their guidance, the potent source which gave them life.

The dark sorceress supreme trembled with excitement. She could directly feel her spawn Orochi drawing from her pool of dark energy, pumping it fervently into her next of kin. Ophelia was already a poisoned bud ready to bloom, her humanity already stripped away. Being younger than her and the mother made her more vulnerable and susceptible to the dark realm's call. She was surely experiencing a pleasure unlike any before, with thoughts creeping forth she'd have never dared conjure under the blanket of light. The deepest, darkest pits of who she was were being given life, a vessel for which to speak. Given how sheltered a child she was, Tharja knew exactly the kind of being that would be drawn out, one integral to her plans.

"Come forth, my seductress.~" Tharja cooed, licking her lips as if ready for a hearty meal.

Ophelia fell into temptation quite easily, her mother's actions tugging at her soul, filling it with the promise of more pleasure, more luxury, more power. Everything her mother had possessed at her peak she could have tenfold. Though she never admitted it, Ophelia admired her mother, the mother who confidently commanded people and riches. Jealousy had always existed in her heart, but also disappointment. She was disappointed her mother had let that woman slip away. But here she was again, right in front of her, giving her all of her love and more!

It was a most salacious sight, mother and daughter moaning into each other's mouths, the daughter being held like a delicate lover. The daughter's body pulsated to the rhythm of her racing heart, flesh and bone wriggling and crackling across her form. The pale, pristine complexion of her mother appeared as splotches across Ophelia's skin, expanding out to consume the surface like cream within coffee. She clung tight to Orochi, cherishing every release of deathly cold breath into her lockjawed mouth.

With her acceptance came assurance to Orochi, who then took things further, driving her knee into her daughter's crotch which was salivating like crazy beneath her black flare pants. It was almost too much for Ophelia, her body nearly breaking the kiss until Orochi ferried her back into her embrace, one hand finding its grip down onto her butt cheeks. It was down there where she truly began to feel her new sister sorceress' awakening. Flesh and muscle tensed again and again, with each release filling the woman's palm more. A proud, firm bottom raised within her grasp, one of many perfect lures her sister would need in her role.

Ophelia could feel her flesh roiling like soft clay, every muscle clenching and reshaping into something more robust and refined. The fat that hugged tight around it trembled with new purpose as well, most evident in her thighs and breasts which all tantalizingly jiggled while expanding in size. Her bones beneath crackled off like fireworks in celebration, extending and pushing her body to heights they would have not seen for some years still. The bones in her torso took on finer definition, bringing more curvature to her waist. She was not only growing taller, but more mature, the features on her face twisting while forming deeper crevices and more visible bone structures, eyes slipping into a more composed, seductive gaze. She looked more and more her mother's equal now, an opulent depiction of feminine power and beauty.

While relishing in Ophelia's fuller lips, Orochi fawned over the physique of her former daughter, filled with nothing but pride over the new woman she was giving birth to. They were now at similar height, equal beauty, two women at the apex of their sex. But no, there was more, Orochi sensing still great things that awaited her sister. So she poured the rest of what Tharja would allow down her throat.

Ophelia welcomed it gladly, even pushing back more against Orochi's kiss, like an addict who couldn't get enough. This love that had been missing from her mother for so long... this love that sent her body wild with electric chills... this lust she could sense from her mother. It drove her crazy, her every thought pondering how she could gain even more affection. What she had been starved of she now craved with the hunger of a great beast. Biting down on the lip of her deliverer, she wrestled free of their kiss, moaning to the heavens with a manic smile.

"Muh-Mothooooooh sister! I feel it! Your bottomless lust!"

Ophelia's body suddenly burst with activity, her desire towards seducing her lustful sibling of darkness causing her form to grow even taller and more shapely.

"Hooooh your lust is entering me. Am I not desirable? Am I not beautiful?"

Orochi responded through touch, groping at her massive ass cheeks, feeling the smooth firm muscles of her back, licking and biting at her sweaty, delectable flesh. It wasn't enough for Ophelia though, and she grabbed the back of Orochi’s hair, burying her former mother into her bountiful chest. Having reached around six feet in height, she felt more like the mother now, looking down at the women within her bosom.

There was much to celebrate for the now fully grown Ophelia, so much to take pride in. She flaunted her body's new assets onto Orochi, rolling and flexing the flesh of her ass within the woman’s grip. While smothering her face with her tits, she guided a swollen nipple towards her sister’s mouth, who immediately went to work, rolling it along her tongue as she bit down.

Tharja, more than satisfied with the results, slipped her presence into her new underlings mind, their mental link forged within a powerful orgasm by Ophelia.

"AAAAAHHN MISTRESS~!!" she wailed, her pussy jettisoning out fluids like a stuttering hose.

You are most beautiful my thrall. A brilliant beast. Tharja complimented, her voice echoing inside her servant’s mind.

Ophelia's legs trembled, her mind sandwiched between the lust of her indulgent sister and her mistress’ oppressive presence.

Open the conduit within your mind dear. With it, you will be able to command the lowly humans. All of them shall crave you. Awaken... Plumeria!

The command from Tharja was the final piece, something within Ophelia clicking into place as her new name, her true name, was bestowed upon her. A diamond shaped opening peeled away on her forehead, followed by an immediate burst of outward from it, fueled by the desire around her. It was like a radar, picking up not only on the lustful thoughts of her fellow sorceresses, but of humans even miles away. Her body was a magnet, her brilliance a lure! The purpose she now carried was narrow and clear…

LURE, FUCK, SUBJUCATE.

As the seductress’ soul acclimated into that of a lust-driven beast, inhuman features emerged across her form. Large humps on her back burst open like a cocoon, a pair of giant, translucent fairy wings emerging. They remained colorless for a moment, until light bent and shimmered within their filament, bringing a rush of vibrant colors. Blues, oranges, and reds all mixed together like a beautiful evening sky—butterfly patterns stitching themselves across the palate. In contrast, her hair lost all of its color, fading away while her wings gained life. Though, the silver threads she had attained were far more alluring than her old shade of brown, somehow shining even within the darkest shadows cast upon them. Further changes happened to her head, eyes becoming red as rubies, and ears elongating into sharper tips with more pronounced canals, like something out of a fairytale. A predatory beauty had just been born, whose entire appearance was meant to ensnare the gaze of humanity.

The beast's wings fluttered, and a final orgasm ripped through her body. It would've brought her to her knees had Orochi not caught her. The two women then gazed into each other's eyes fondly, no longer mother and daughter, but sisters, equals.

Look at how beautiful you are Plumeria." said Orochi, her lips hovering centimeters away from her fresh spawn.

"All thanks to you sister..." the winged beauty replied, meeting the lips of the woman who'd changed her.

Tharja looked on in amusement, letting the two indulge a bit longer before she stepped in.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you two."

The two women immediately stopped making out, feeling a tremble within their brain-- the feeling of their mistress plucking at their mind. They both took on obedient stances, awaiting Tharja's orders.

"Plumeria, welcome to the family."

Plumeria smiled, her eyes wistfully closed.

"I am honored to have been chosen by you and Orochi. I am filled with purpose now, darkness seeping traveling through every inch of my body. It feels... wonderful~."

The woman became flushed, lightly panting as she felt out the dark energies embracing her internally. She was still high on it, still acclimating to what she had become. Tharja quickly snapped her back to attention though, telling her that if she wished to become more intimately aware of her abilities, she should start by getting dressed. Given her role, Tharja recommended something that would show off all her curves and assets well, but still allow for a range of motion.

Her thrall went immediately to work, a savory smile on her face as she awakened her powers for the first time. magical energy coalesced around her form like rising steam clinging to her sin. It traced shapes across her body, an outfit forming from the fog. Slowly but surely it took shape, a revealing, dark, and elegant black/violet dress with intricate, thorn-like decor that seemed to hover over the arms and hips. The thorny vines were alive however, subtly moving under her command. The ends of her hair turned into vines as well, prickly and purple, with blue roses blooming across their coiling length. The dress had open hips, with a frontal sash and two draping ones in the back. It was elegant attire, weaponizing her air of seductive maturity. But she leaned into her otherworldly aura as well--white, thigh high boots and open-hand gloves accentuating the more fantastical side of her appearance.

Was she a fairy, an elf? Who was to say. She was perfect, she was beautiful, she was an entity not of humanity, but one that it would crave like the fantasies in their fiction.

The clack of heels filled the cavernous space, Tharja approaching her thrall with great pride. She caressed her cheek, Plumeria closing her eyes in veneration, allowing her mistress' touch to wash over her. It was like a primal connection, the darkness they were so deeply connected to channeling back and forth between them like conduits. But Plumeria knew she was but a mere extension of the vast void that existed within Tharja. She could only hope to please such an abyss, and grow closer to it.

“Your powers are special my dear.” Tharja said, her hand sliding down Plumeria’s neck and then to her shoulder, tracing down her arm before reaching her hand which she then clasped. She then guided the woman’s hand to her nethers, gently forcing her to rub them. She then bit onto her neck, eliciting soft moans from the enraptured servant.

“Your sexual liberation is a curse on humanity. Their lust will be hopeless against your own, yours a ravenous expanse that will swallow theirs whole.”

Plumeria began to moan more feverishly as, her sense not only picking up on the lust of her mistress, but again the humans within a large radius around her.

“AAAHHHN MISTRESSSS~!” Plumeria shouted, nearly biting her lip as all the energy within her channeled to a singular point in her crotch, making her cum.

Tharja smirked and hovered near her ears and whispered, “I have a special mission for you, my succulent succubus~.”

Still winded, Plumeria replied with a needy demeanor, oh so anxious to get started.

“Please, tell me…”

Tharja closed her eyes and formed a telepathic communication with her most trusted spawn Rhajat. A few moments later, she was on the scene. Plumeria was immediately taken back by how similar she looked to Tharja, yet her demeanor was definitely more expressive and mischievous in a way.

Rhajat’s eyes brightened up at the sight of Plumeria, quickly stepping forward and staring her down, inches from her face.

“My, and who is this fine cut of corrupted woman?”

Plumeria could feel a raging lust emanating from her, one so powerful that it risked overloading her senses, sweat rapidly pouring down her body.

“Rhajat, control yourself.”

She abided by her master’s words and backed up, quieting her expression.

“W-Who is this… mmmm… woman?” Plumeria asked, still feeling highly agitated by her presence.

Tharja sighed and replied, “Rhajat her is my right hand, my lover if you will. Though, you could say mother and child as well given how ripe she still is. She, like you, has much room to grow in both their role and understanding of their powers.”

Plumeria gulped. She could tell the darkness circling around Rhajat was potent, closer to Tharja’s than it was to her own.

Tharja continued, “Rhajat here has immense attunement to the dark magics such as myself, but she needs discipline, and a task befitting of shaping her into a leader such as myself.”

Rhajat chuckled.

“You don’t have to say it like that. I just enjoy having a good time.”

“Don’t worry my spawn. You will learn of many more ways for which you can enjoy yourself. You’ll be running your own nation after all.”

Rhajat’s smile curled into a dangerous grin, so many rabid, terrifying prospects rushing through her head.

Tharja pointed to Plumeria and beckoned her forth towards Rhajat.

“So this is my servant huh?” Rhajat asked, her lust returning, sounding like a fire alarm blaring in Plumeria’s head.

“Servant?” Plumeria asked. She hadn’t expected to be…

She was grabbed hold of and kissed, Rhajat making a quick move to wrap her up in her arms. The woman’s potent dark energy pummeled its way down her throat and began to fill the well of her blackened heart. It was like Rhajat’s very soul was imprinting itself onto her, Plumeria reeling in both bliss and confusion as thoughts of Rhajat began to dominate her thoughts. Thought of pleasing Rhajat weaved themselves onto the heart of the beast.

“Do not hold back Rhajat. Claim her as your own…”

Another vast funnel of dark energy forced its way down Plumeria’s throat, Rhajat’s overpowering depravity chewing away at even the deepest recesses of her mind. It was usurping even thoughts of Tharja within her mind. She still recognized herself as one under her banner, sure, but Rhajat was the one she wished to proudly claim as her master. Yes, that’s right. Rhajat, the beautiful master, and she, her pet. Rhajat, Rhajat, Rhajat! Rhajat was her everything!

Muffled moans poured into Rhajat’s assaulting mouth, Plumeria gripping harshly to the woman’s back in desperation to hold on, to keep upright and lost within this kiss as long as she could. She wanted more of her master’s energy inside her. She wished to drown in it!

Just as she was about to lose herself completely to it, she was yanked back from the edge of the internal abyss as Rhajat let go of their kiss, life pouring back into the woman’s lungs. She could barely keep herself upright, but Rhajat was there to assist the poor thing, holding her lovingly in her arms.

“Mmmm, so this is what it feels like, to own someone. Ahahah!” Rhajat said, stroking her new servant’s thorny hair, cutting her fingers upon them.

“Mistress… Ooooh, mistress Rhajat…”

Plumeria could hardly speak, her mind still processing not only her rebirth, but now sudden reprogramming. She could hardly think of any orders at the moment, thoughts of only Rhajat repeating within her. Tharja immediately noticed this.

“It doesn’t appear our new sister here can function. Rhajat, since she is now under your command, I leave it to you to fix her up and get her acclimated for tomorrow. There is much to discuss. Or you can tell her yourself. You know the plan.”

Rhajat laughed.

Sorry mistress. But I think I’ll be spending some quality time with my servant tonight. We won’t be doing much talking.”

“Yes mistress, please. Make me yours completely.” the horny, lust drunk Plumeria groaned.

“Dooon’t worry Plumeria. I’ll show you just how wonderful your body can be.”

Rhajat planted a few kisses onto her servant’s neck before whispering into her ear.

“Once I’m done with you, you’ll be able to handle any pleasure that comes your way~.”

Orochi broke her long silence and walked up to Tharja.

“My my, my former daughter has grown so much already. I feel immense pride seeing her bestowed such a rank under your other half.”

“Hmph, those two wild souls are perfect for each other. Unfiltered, chaotic buds of darkness still ready to fully bloom. They will grow stronger together.”

It’ll be a fun night, worthy of celebration.” Orochi said, before Tharja gave her a bothered look.

“About that. I recommend sleeping elsewhere tonight. Rhajat, is fucking loud.”

***

Plumeria soared through the skies on her butterfly wings, body zipping as fast as a jet, knifing through any troublesome wind currents. For as fast as she was traveling, she looked nothing but graceful as she did, her outfit and hair holding their figure as if no wind was even touching it, fluttering lightly only to the shift of her bod. Beneath her was the vast expanse of the ocean. She could only chuckle at the occasional ocean liner she'd pass.

"Such an inefficient form of travel. Humans really are such trivial creatures."

A glittering veil maintained itself around the borders of her body, effectively making her invisible. She was on a covert operation after all, the plan set for her by her masters being to infiltrate the country of Binak, and prime it for takeover by mistress Rhajat. It was a growing power globally, but one still enough on the fringes to make it suitable for her coven to gradually build their resources. It would be their key to taking a step onto the wider stage. While she wasn't sure of the exact mechanics of the plan for the far future, she trusted in Tharja, and of course her beloved master Rhajat.

Plumeria became flushed, her already hovering arousal spiking at the memories of how her mistress ravaged her body the night prior. She desperately wished to arrive soon so that she could work all of this desire from her system. She had a whole country for a playground.

Some 10 minutes later she arrived, the coastal country's city capitol shimmering like a jewel on the horizon. Once she reached her mark, she hovered in awe above the cityscape. It was far larger than she had expected for such a small country, sprawling concrete buildings and glass towers dotting all she could see. There were plenty of slummier neighborhoods as well, but they seemed in the process of overhaul, and important infrastructure tightening around them. It was most definitely a country in growth. If she was going to make an efficient start at prepping the populace, why not a grassroots movement she figured?

So Plumeria chose the outer neighborhoods as her first target, fluttering down into a busy local marketplace, lively thanks to the weekend. After touchdown, she evaporated the invisible magic hiding her, using magic still to hide her wings and more fantastical features. She pranced about the market, treating it like a vacation while all the while contemplating who she wished to make her first meal. It didn't matter in the grand scheme of things, but she wanted her first to feel special. As a human she had always had a thing for the more rugged types, a man who looked like he could've come back from a hunt in the wild. That's who she wanted to hunt.

Then she saw him, working a meat stand. Long, curled hair tied back, and a beard that stuck near a foot out from his face. He was stalky but well toned, his biceps the biggest features. And with her body's unique sense, she could tell he hadn't had a good fuck in weeks. This was a hell of a pent up man.

"You hunt all this yourself big boy~?" Plumeria said, her voice and accent naturally attuning to the language of the region.

She traced her hand erotically along the rim of the man's market stand. She knew it wouldn't take any effort to swoon him, but a bit of foreplay was always fun. She hardly had to use much of her magic charms, the man's eyes immediately smitten with her.

"Heh, no ma'am. I just sell it. Well, I do cut it myself."

"Mmm… a fine cut of meat." Plumeria playfully replied, her pupils filling with a slight luminescent glow. "And I don't mean what you're selling."

The man's body picked up on the signal instantly, her hypnosis effortless as he dropped what he was doing and followed her beckoning finger over to a nearby alley. Once out of sight, the man couldn’t hold back, pressing her against the wall. He kissed up and down her neck, Plumeria giggling as he did. They then locked lips, tongues battling for dominance within it.

After some satisfying indulgences, Plumeria pushed the man away. He was a bit confused at first, but as he gazed at the beautiful woman before him, a hazy veil began to appear around her, then quickly dissipated. Bizarre features revealed themself all across her form—her hair becoming thorny vines, her ears growing long and sharp, and giant butterfly wings protruding from her back. At the end of it all a diamond shaped tattoo appeared on her forehead and she locked her gaze onto his, her eyes burning with lust.

Plumeria began to salivate, extending her vine appendages out towards the man, keeping her gaze locked onto his. He did not shake in fear. In fact he only smiled. This form of hers was beauty personified, like a totem meant to be worshipped. No human could possibly break free of its charms.

“I can feel your lust dear… you desperate desire!”

Her vines began to lovingly caress the man’s form, while others tore at and removed his pants and undergarments. He was already hard, packing more than enough to satisfy her. Several vines coiled around his cock and balls, fondling them roughly. Precum already began to seep.

“Now now, don’t you dare waste a drop my pet~.” Plumeria commanded, as she fluttered upon the air towards, using a hand to brush the bottom of her leotard to the side to reveal her moist pussy. She gently lowered herself onto his cock in midair, savoring every centimeter that entered her. Upon reaching its base, she wrapped her legs around his waist and caressed his head, all the while never turning her intense gaze.

“Take me.” she whispered. And like a trigger the man was set off, grabbing hold of her and backing her into the wall. He began to thrust.

Gentle moans eventually turned to rapturous moans from Plumeria, her innate response to sex creating a full body erogenous zone. To her sex was now sustenance—pleasure and purpose. She fed on lust, fed on the seed of those she saw as beasts. This man was nothing more than feeding stock to her, built only to satisfy her body’s cravings. Like Rhajat had done to her, she wished to forge dominance of them.

For several minutes they bucked, the man’s cock hard as steel. It was like a battering ram to the senses for her, every impact inside her causing a shiver of lighting to crackle across her nerves. Her body felt at risk of breaking down, like it could shatter at any moment. But she knew she was at no risk. This body was meant to experience such heightened pleasure, to bend but never break. She would ride him as long as she needed too, until he was drained of all he was, both mind and body. And the steps needed towards that she could sense coming with the throbbing of his cock.

“Give it to me you filthy beast! DO IT! I must devour your—-hoh! OOOOOH YESSS~!!”

Plumeria cried out in bliss, the sounds of the nearby market masking her thunderous wails.Hot spunk shot inside her like a hose in several bursts, each one filling her with more joy than the last. Like a sponge she soaked it up, each load rapidly consumed magically by her body, funneling into her dark core like juice being pumped into a battery. Her eyes lit up with energy. It was a grand reaction towards her body’s true purpose, an orgasmic awakening!

“More! More! MOOOORE!!” She cried, wanting every drop the man had. For every drop was not just his seed he was giving her, but his very essence. Once she had it all, she would have ownership over his very soul. That was her true craving.

Sadly she could feel the man’s member softening. She wouldn’t allow that however, and utilizing a technique taught by her mistress the prior night, sent out her vines across the man’s form. Several stabbed him in the back, while others wriggled their way into his ass and mouth. THe man jerked for a moment, but then settled back into a rhythm. The vines assisted in keeping him going, pouring magical fluids into his body. With each thrust from her vines came a thrust from him. He was now flowing with vigor, his body more energetic, cock becoming harder than ever before. And with such excitement came another stream of cum into the salivating snatch of Plumeria. Only this stream was endless.

“Oooooh yes… FINALLY!! It can flow freely~!”

The sex had grown chaotic, Plumeria bouncing viciously off the man’s cock. So much was being dumped inside her that it even leaked out from her clogged lips. Any trickle that did though was retracted by her body’s insatiable hunger. Not a drop would be wasted after all. The beast's body was as good as hers now, it was only a matter of time. His only purpose now was the act of submission towards his master.

Things had gotten so loud however that a nearby passerby couldn’t help but notice. As he ran towards the screams he was met with a chilling sight. A woman with vines dug into a man, being fucked by him. He could see however that both their eyes were glowing a dark purple and the man in particular moaning like a mindless animal.

“Wh-What’s going on hyuuggh!” The man couldn’t even finish his thought before one of Plumeria’s vines stabbed him through the temple.

“I’ll drain you for what little you’re worth after. No one interrupts this meal. NO ONE!”

She could feel the end coming, the streams of cum growing weaker, her own essence burrowing itself into the man’s body like a blanket meant to snuff out any light of who he once was as an individual. His memories, his life were all there, but they were being put under the thumb of a new master, given a new purpose.

“He belongs to me!” she shouted, a final orgasm ripping through her as both master and servant’s eyes shined with dark magical energy. “My adorable first Thrall~!!!”

***

It had been a mere year and a half since that day, the influence of Plumeria having spread far and wide within the country. The election of a new leader had come, and Tharja’s precious disciple had been placed into power just as planned, without much ado from any of the country’s allies or enemies. Sure it was curious for a foreigner to come in suddenly and win the vote of the people, but on the front everything seemed in order. That is, to most outside a pair of reporters who held a hunch at corruption.

"It just doesn't seem right, you know?” Jayce commented, leading their partner Cindy through some discreet side streets outside the capital's massive palace. “A complete unknown appears in this country and brings the populace to an immediate fervor and is elected off such a vague platform? There has to be more to this."

Cindy looked a bit nervous, but trusted her partner. The two had been knee deep in shit before and always came out with the scoop and their lives. She kept the conversation going as a means to calm her nerves.

"It is true that this Rhajat has connections to a few elites back in the states. But it's so strange that hardly a record exists of her activity prior to those public connections."

Jayce scoffed, "I can smell corruption from a mile away."

Cindy sighed in response.

"That's all well and good, but we're taking an awful big risk here flying in under the guise of tourism with the whole ban on outside press."

"Well, the rest of the world can be complacent if they want. We're getting to the bottom of this."

Jayce signaled Cindy over as he waited for some of the police guarding the front to look off another direction. The plan for the moment was to get themselves close to some of the non-security ground staff on the fringes of the complex where several food establishments were and interview them, see if they couldn’t come across some cabinet members even in the process.

They were successful in making their way through without suspicion.

"Well, with you as always. Let's get to the bottom of this." Cindy declared, unaware that someone aside from the guards had noticed their behavior from above. It was Plumeria, hovering overhead.

“Curious gnats… Just what are you up to?”

She gave a smile, a twinkle of interest glittering in her eyes. The reporters would find their answers, and much more.