Edran dragged himself through the ruins, grabbing onto anything that could help him hold his weight. The gash on his left side was bleeding profusely despite him pressing his jacket there as hard as he could.

“Come out little piggy!” said a beautiful yet menacing voice echoing through the ruins, “you’ll make such a handsome corpse for my retinue…”

The man shuddered, it was Nazira, one of the enforcers for the Velvet Knot. A powerful dark elf necromancer under the employ of the criminal organisation, and the reason Edran was feeling his life drip away on his side. 

It was oppressively dark; the dim light of his helmet lamp barely made a dent through the shadows. He had set the small arcane device to the minimum, so as to not give away his position to his pursuers. Unfortunately, Nazira and her undead could see in the dark, so he was at an extreme disadvantage.

Not that he really had many cards to begin with, being an enthusiastic, but otherwise unremarkable researcher rather than a powerful adventurer or spellcaster.

When some potentially wealthy backers had shown some interest in his work, he was elated, perhaps it was finally his opportunity to unearth the secrets of this place. But months later it was obvious that it had been a poisoned chalice.

The backers were secretly part of the Velvet Knot, a criminal organization with a mystical bent, always hungry for powerful relics and ancient magics to enrich and empower its members.

Edran had long theorised that these ruins didn’t quite match anything else in the realm, its design, language and features practically alien. With the resources that the Velvet Knot had provided him, he had been able to use advanced translation magics and scrying to decipher the cryptic writings and steles.

While fragmented, they had painted a picture of an odd civilisation with what sounded like powerful psychic magics. There had been mentions of mental connections, farseeing, and even memory re-writes. It was as fascinating as it was terrifying.

When the Velvet Knot caught wind of his discoveries, they demanded results faster. Evidence of spells, artifacts, anything that could “prove” these powers.

It was around that time when Edran started to become suspicious. Their sudden pressure and the specifics of what they were going for made him worry. He started hiding some of his research results from his minders, especially those he felt were more dangerous.

Unfortunately, subterfuge was not his forte, and it quickly raised suspicions on his backers. Tonight, they had sent Nazira to get something back from their investment… or leave a message to any others who might decide to cross them.

Edran had been working till late, pouring over a tablet that seemed to mention a chamber deep under the ruins, referring to it with words that might translate to “safeguard” or perhaps “backup”.

The dark elf caught him by surprise, her beautiful visage a mask for her cruelty. Her undead minions had wrecked his tents in search of any artifacts he might have been hiding, and when the looting gave no results, she resorted to threats of torture while her armed skeletons surrounded him.

In a panic, he had chucked his canteen at her and ran into the ruins, but not before one of her skeletons managed to slash his side. Dripping blood everywhere, he ventured as deep as he could, the dark elf hot on his tail.

“You do realise I can speak with the dead, right piggy? You are only making me waste my time here…” Her melodious voice echoed once more through the ruins. It was hard to tell how close she was, the walls distorted sound in strange, echoing ways.

Edran looked around once more, his eyes blurry due to the blood loss and darkness, but he was certain he was at the deepest point of the ruins he had found. The man was not entirely sure how he had reached this deep in his state, but it didn’t matter much at the moment. Perhaps adrenaline had kept him going.

He looked around for signs of the chamber he had read about earlier today, carefully examining every groove or uneven surface in the hope of a secret door of some kind.

A click suddenly echoed through the room, and to his shock, slabs of rock slid to the sides exposing a circular opening in the middle of the chamber. 

Dizzy from his fatigue and lack of blood, Edran looked down. There was a spiral staircase plunging into the darkness.

What did he hope to find down there? Was he not taking her to the last place he should by doing this? Too late to turn around, he thought to himself, and carefully started going down the stairs.

They were old and oddly sleek, allowing him to almost slide down to save some of his strength. For a spiral staircase, it was actually quite wide, so much so that an ogre would have fitted through it comfortably.

After a climbdown that felt like an eternity, Edran found himself in an oddly spherical chamber, its floor a perfect circumference with curved walls that climbed from all directions and met without a single straight angle. 

The only opening into the room was the door that led to the spiral staircase, and an eerie silence filled the darkness here. Almost as if something was sleeping.

As he stumbled through the room, the man was startled to see pillars of glass or crystal slowly rising from the ground around him, arranged in such a way that they could form the points of a star. And in the middle of it all, a stone slab… or perhaps an altar.

The slab was of a glossy black material that he couldn’t recognise, it looked almost… organic. Unable to resist his curiosity, and thinking that since he might die soon, he might as well learn something while doing so, Edran carefully placed a hand on the dark surface.

It was warm and velvety… something utterly at odds with how it looked. He stared at it puzzled for a moment, before a drop of his blood dripped on the slab. The surface seemed to absorb it like dry tissue paper, and not a second later a dim hum filled the room.

With no fanfare whatsoever, a gem surfaced from the slab, almost as if it had floated out from whence it was hidden. It was of a deep red crimson, and had a diamond shape, like the ones you would find in playing cards.

Edran felt a pull from the thing, begging him to touch it.

Afraid but out of options, the man took a deep breath and carefully placed his fingers on it, his eyes closed so hard with fear his eyelids seemed ready to break.

You are in danger, this can help you.

He opened his eyes with a look of utter confusion. That had been his own voice in his head, but he hadn’t thought those words or uttered them.

She is close and you will bleed out soon, place the “gem” on your forehead.

Edran trembled. He had heard enough stories from bards and read enough books to know this sounded like a terrible idea… but he was out of options. Trembling with fear, he reached out to the gem-like artifact, grasping it tightly out of fear of dropping it in his weakened state.

The gem felt warm on his hand, the texture of its crimson facets almost like skin. A sense of revulsion travelled through him, as if this was something that should be in this world. And yet, the pull from it was indescribable… as if a chorus of sirens were pleading with him to do as was asked.

He stumbled his way behind the odd altar, sitting on the ground with his back against the odd surface. His head was spinning and his mind fading… he didn’t have much time left. Gritting his teeth, he placed the gem against his forehead, bracing himself for the worst.

An agonising pain started filling his head, as if his skull was exploding over and over. Edran bent over on the ground, instinctively biting his jacket to not give away his location. The gem pressed against his forehead, lines of pain extending like roots from it as if it was digging wires into his brain.

The process is painful but should be non lethal, do your best to not lose consciousness.

Easier said than done, Edran thought to himself with whatever fragments of consciousness he could muster. The pain extended from his head to his whole body, aching, burning and pulsing as if magma was flowing through his veins.

His helmet fell off his head with a clank, its light going off and leaving him in utter darkness. Edan choked and gargled as he felt his flesh bloating and growing, his extremities going numb.

Continue your effort to remain conscious.

He tried to scream but he couldn’t even tell if he even had a mouth anymore. The painful agony was the only thing left, his senses submerged under whatever was happening to him. Edran desperately tried to hold on to anything to stay conscious, repeating his own name over and over in his head like a mantra or a prayer.

There was no way for how long this had been going, seconds? Minutes? Hours?

After what could have been an eternity as far as Edran was aware, a strange feeling of relief started washing over him… like when an old scab falls off a wound and you feel your skin smooth and refreshed under it.

He could feel his fingers and toes again… but they were… odd. They felt thicker, longer… and also sharp somehow?

Then it dawned on him… his eyes, they were back, and he was still clenching them close. Carefully, he opened them and was welcomed by a spectacle of color. He was still in the same room, with the same round ceiling and odd pillars… but it was bright somehow?

As he grasped for the altar he saw his hand, and had to stop for a moment. It was huge, at least twice as big than before, if not bigger… and it didn’t look like a human hand at all. The shape was strange… with thick yet oddly slender fingers.

He brought it closer to his face, examining it intently. His hand was no longer covered in skin… at least, not human skin. Instead, it was sheathed in something dark and abyssal, smooth to the touch, almost rubber-like.

Miniscule scales, so small you could only see them from really up close, seemed to interlock perfectly to form the smooth surface, and it looked rather thick and sturdy.

Where his nails would have been poked the tips of impossibly sharp claws, and as he wondered how or if he could push them out or retract them, they popped out like daggers. His claws were almost as long as his fingers, and looked incredibly threatening.

Retracting them felt natural, like bending a finger or opening his mouth, and he did so several times with curiosity.

The initial adaptation has been completed, your mind is safe but lacking, expansion must be acquired soon.

That strange voice again. It once more spoke with his own words inside his head, as if he was thinking to himself. But the voice was not him, or at least, it didn’t feel like him. There was some distance between his own thoughts and those flowing in, as if something was using his own thoughts to communicate with him.

Your assessment is correct, this information is being communicated to you via your own thoughts to ensure clarity.

Edran blinked for a second, his eyelids felt heavy and… did he have multiple now?

You indeed have developed side eyelids in addition to your original ones.

“Who are you?” asked Edran, the voice coming from his throat no longer one he recognised.

No one, just a receptacle of information left by the original creators in case assistance was needed.

“Like a guide?” He asked himself, hoping the voice in his head would reply.

While not wholly accurate, that approximation is correct.

Edran once more just sat there, confused. This whole situation kept getting weirder by the second.

“What just happened to me?” He asked, hoping the guide would offer a response.

Your body and mind have been altered to better accommodate the receptacle of knowledge and power that you just found. Because your mental structure and biology were so different from the intended target, radical changes were necessary. Despite this the final results appear to be an acceptable middle point that still retains recognisable features from your original species.

So the gem had mutated him into “something else”... That at least made as much sense as anything else. He found himself afraid and excited in equal measure to see himself, pity he didn't have a mirror at hand.

You do not require a mirror, to examine your current appearance just focus on that though and pull back your personal viewpoint.

The sudden interjection from the guide startled him, it was going to be interesting getting used to your thoughts not being private.

Edran tried to do as instructed… even though it wasn't entirely clear. He pictured himself in the room, laying down behind the odd altar, and imagined being a bird hovering over himself.

To his surprise… It worked. He could now “see” himself as if looking from the outside, and he could move this imaginary viewpoint anywhere he wanted, examining his new appearance.

His body was unrecognisable. It had grown more than double in size, the altar vaguely able to cover most of him. As he had already noticed, his skin was now a tight and smooth lattice of dark scales, making him feel oddly smooth and slick to the touch.

Gone were his facial features, ears and hair; for instead of his human head, he now had a vaguely looking lizard one. His eyes were slightly elongated to the sides, pupil-less and of an eerily deep crimson red, the same colour of the gem he pressed against his head before.

Said gem seemed to be embedded deep into his forehead, its colour and depth giving the impression of a third eye.

From his temples, a pair of horn-like protrusions flowed backwards, their tips ending right behind his skull. Unlike most horns, they weren't bare, and his odd scaled skin still grew on them except for the tips.

A narrow, sharp ridge of scales ran from midway down his horns to just above his jawline. In place of ears, he now had small, hidden membrane-covered orifices, sheltered beneath the ridge itself.

His mouth was now a round and short snout, like something from a gecko or snake. It was oddly proportional to the rest of his head, giving it an eerie yet humanlike visage. To his surprise, while his front teeth were unbelievably sharp and pointy, his back teeth were blunt like regular molars. Nestled between his ivories lay a thick and muscular tongue that was unbelievably long and flexible.

While the scales on his front were soft and smooth, his back was covered in recurring and oddly symmetrical ridges that followed his spine, continuing along his tailbone and all the way down his thick flexible tail.

There was a strange contradiction to his build… His frame and limbs were thick by human standards, yet also slender and sinuous, enhancing the otherworldly strangeness of his form. It didn’t help that despite looking mostly reptilian, he still had nipples on his chest and an indent on his stomach akin to a bellybutton.

His thighs were the most robust of his limbs, leading into digitigrade legs that ended in powerful, grasping claws… evocative of a bird’s talons, yet unmistakably reptilian and alien in form.

Despite first impressions, the scales covering his body weren’t uniformly dark. Along his softer front and belly, they lightened gradually in a subtle gradient compared to the deeper tones of his back. Fine golden highlights crisscrossed his form, growing more concentrated around his eyes… forming something like an ornate, gilded domino mask.

To his surprise, a pair of hefty testes hung between his legs in a black scaly sack that was thick as leather. Above them was a small pouch-like opening, under which his cock was retracted almost like a spike trap.

Edran laid on the floor lost in thought, taking in his new appearance. Despite his alien look, he was surprisingly unbothered and comfortable, as if his new skin was how he had been meant to look all his life.

He carefully stood up, his body moving with fluid precision. One would think after such a change you’d be clumsy and uncoordinated, but it was not the case.

His mind had expanded too… making him aware of his surroundings in an almost preternatural fashion, as if he could touch things with his thoughts.

This is expected, the transformation has also partially bestowed upon you the talents of the creators.

Edran held the chin of his new face, thinking to himself. Give me briefly all the information relevant to understand my situation, he thought to himself, trying to summon the guide.

The creators of the device were not of this realm, but from far beyond. Their world was about to be destroyed, so their wisest mind and flesh shapers created chambers in buildings like this with the hope they would survive the dimensional collapse of their realm and be flung onto safer realities.

Since the chances of their personal survival was next to nil, the purpose of the devices was to inoculate local sapients with their knowledge, history and talents, if only so a fraction of their existence could be preserved.

Why didn’t it just turn me into a replica of one of them? Asked Edran, his researcher instincts fired up by all this new information.

Unknown. It may not have been part of the original plan, or maybe fully overwriting a sapients mind could have damaged the process. However it should be noted that you are not yet fully in possession of all the knowledge and talents the device can impart, your mind is sadly not strong enough.

Perhaps a wiser person would have tried to stop there… but Edran’s curiosity was too much to overcome, he wanted to know what secrets were held in the deep recesses of the gem’s archives. 

Can I make my mind stronger? He asked, looking around the room and getting used to his new eyes.

Yes. Not only you can, your continued survival is dependent on it. Your current capacity is insufficient to contain everything the device is trying to impart on you, should you fail to expand your willpower, your mind could collapse and leave you in a vegetative state.

Edran pinched the bridge of his nose. He was now the host of a time-bomb too, wonderful.

How can I strengthen my willpower then? He asked, his excitement turning to dread.

Without access to more information, the only avenue you have currently is to devour the will of other sapients.

A cold chill went through Edran’s spine. You mean I have to kill people to survive? He asked, terrified.

Not kill. Those with their willpower devoured would devolve to a vegetative state, but would remain alive if cared for.

Edran shook his head. In many ways, that was as good as dead. He had never considered himself a violent or sadistic man, at least, not consciously, and the thought of inflicting harm like this left a hollow pit in his stomach.

Then the thought occurred to him… the Velvet Knot. Those villains were literally trying to kill him right now, and wouldn’t stop trying as long as they thought there was a lesson to teach or power to be acquired.

He could take them… keep his mind from collapsing and in the process, eliminate some utterly foul people… But he was not an adventurer or a killer… he was going to need help.

How many would I need to consume to achieve the necessary strength? He asked the guide with an evil look in his eyes.

Unknown, but you will know when the need for more is close. What is certain is that it’s not a huge number, once the necessary strength is achieved, there will be no more need for it.

That was good to know, thought Edran, he wouldn’t be eternally hungry like a vampire or a ghoul…

“Are you down there piggy? It’s so quiet… I wonder if you’ve bled out already… it would be such a pity…” Nazira’s voice echoed down the spiral staircase, the clicking of her skeleton minions growing closer and closer.

Edran had completely forgotten about her due to his current predicament, but the nefarious necromancer’s presence also gave him an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

We are about to be under attack. Guide me on how I may use my new talents to defend myself, he asked the guide in his head.

Acknowledged. Subtle non verbal guidance will be provided.

Content with this response, Edran tried to hide behind the altar again. Despite his huge size, he found it oddly easy to compress himself into a shape that didn’t poke anywhere. His limbs and body were incredibly flexible.

A tugging on his mind prodded him to extend his senses again, and as he did so a three dimensional picture of the room and even partway through the stairs manifested in his brain. He could clearly “see” the skeletons coming down in a line, their master impatiently walking behind them.

Part of him wanted to pounce on them as they did so, with the hope that catching them by the door might make them easy prey. Instead though, his new preternatural instincts told him to wait, let them pass into the room, and bring forth their master.

The clicking from the bony minions filled the room as they started flooding in, spreading out by the entrance as a very frustrated and homicidal Nazira stepped in behind them.

Her minions clicked and chittered around as they seemed to look around the pillars, their master utterly baffled by the very odd room.

“What in the hells is this place?” said Nazira with her oddly sweet voice, “is this where you have been hiding the good stuff, piggy?”

“I can see the trail of blood… I know you are here somewhere…” said the dark elf with an evil grin on her face.

Urged by his instincts, Edran sprang from behind the altar, and following the tugging of his mind as if they were signs on a map, extended his will forth as an inhuman screech burst out of his mouth.

Nazira was clearly shocked by the sight of the creature in front of her, but before she could take any action, her skeletons appeared to be grabbed by invisible hands, picking them up and launching them against each other and the walls with brutal force.

The clicking undead smashed and splintered before she could even blink, their bone dust filling the room as a feeling of dread filled the necromancer.

Now.

Following the guide’s indication, Edran let his body take over and vaulted like a raptor over the altar, pouncing towards Nazira with his right hand extended. He grabbed her by the neck in a fluid movement, the dark elf making a wet choking sound as he lifted her off the ground, kicking at him with her sandaled feet to no avail.

Edran could feel the hunger in his mind for her will, mixed with his hate and contempt for the vile woman into a ravenous need that made him drool like an animal. A psychic tendril extended from the gem in his forehead, slamming against Nazira’s skull like a battering ram.

He wasn’t sure if the necromancer could see it, but she could most definitely feel it.

“Disgusting creature… How dare you!” she said struggling for breath and fighting against the force smashing against her mind, “let me go or the Knot will make a rug of your scales!”

If anything, her threats only emboldened Edran. He channeled all his strength into the psychic tendril, which his mind saw like a crimson phantasm, stretching outward like a tentacle, its end twisted into a ravenous, tooth-filled maw.

With each impact of the tendril against her skull, Nazira screamed in pain, her face contorted in terror. “No, please! Stop! No!” she begged, just as Edran once had, and surely as countless others had before him.

Edran gritted his teeth like a predator about to finish his prey, and with a roar of success the tendril smashed through whatever mental barrier Nazira had put up unconsciously. The insides of her mind felt warm and wet, and at the centre of them was like a mix between a heart and bone marrow, pulsing with the strength of her thoughts and will.

The dark elf’s eyes went wide with panic as the tendril’s maw clamped down. It may have made no sound in the physical world, but in the mindscape, a bone-cracking crunch followed by a wet, echoing gulp resounded with awful finality.

She went limp in his hand, her eyes vacant and empty.

Edran placed her on the ground carefully as his body and mind burned and bubbled. A rush of euphoria overtook him as his consciousness seemed to expand, reaching depths that would have been unfathomable to him just hours ago.

The sensation settled down after a moment, his mind contracting to somewhere close to where it was before… though still deeper and more powerful than before.

He stared down at his old would-be killer. The dark elf was on her knees on the ground before him, her eyes still wide open and blank, as if there was nothing behind them. A line of drool dripped from the side of her lips, giving her a pathetic look. Edran poked her with his big fingers, but he didn’t get a single grunt.

What has happened to her? Asked Edran to the voice in his head.

Her will has been devoured, thus there is no motive force behind her thoughts anymore. Autonomous bodily functions will continue for a while until the body dies due to lack of nourishment or liquids.

Now that his fury had been quelled, Edran felt a sting of pity for the woman kneeling like a vegetable in front of him, but he tried to brush it aside… she would have never felt the same for him.

Is there any way for her will to be restored? Could she be a threat? He asked the guide.

It is very unlikely many, if any, beings in this realm could accomplish such a feat. She is completely neutralised, though there is a potentially beneficial way to restore her to a functioning state.

Edran raised the muscles around his eye as if raising an eyebrow. Elaborate, he requested.

Now that your own will has expanded you could implant a kernel or seed of your own into the gaping hole in her mind. This kernel would attempt to fill the void and reconnect and reconstruct her mind, restoring her from her current state.

Wouldn’t that diminish my own reservoir of will? Asked Edran with curiosity.

Negative. As long as the core of your being continues to thrive, your will is self restoring and will try to fill any minds that contain it. However there is a maximum “capacity”, for lack of a better word, that you need to expand otherwise the device will crush your mind against the limitations of your will.

Edran stopped for a moment, trying to absorb what he was being told.

So if I use my willpower to bring her back, it won’t harm me long term, but there is a limit to how many times I can do it, correct? He asked.

Correct. There are currently no downsides to this action.

At least relating to me… Edran added as a finishing thought.

Correct.

What will happen if I use my will to restore her? Will she try to attack me? He asked, trying to understand the process better.

No. While her mind, memories and power will remain, her motive force would be your own. She will know instinctively her will emanates from you and behave accordingly. Not to mention her mind would be yours to remake should you wish to.

Edran looked down at the woman, staring for a moment at her blank eyes.

She’d be a puppet… a doll… he said to himself.

That is an appropriate metaphor.

An odd feeling of glee overtook him. He didn’t just get to have revenge on the knot… but he could potentially use the husks of their agents as puppets to assist him? It was almost poetic justice.

Show me how to do it… he instructed the voice.

Once more he felt a tugging in his mind, the guide metaphorically holding his hand as his senses extended. Edran proved into Nazira’s mind, which was now a dark cavern filled with memories, forgotten feelings and wicked thoughts. 

At its centre, where the beating heart of her will should have been, there was nothing but a gaping void.

Edran pictured himself inside this cavern, gazing down onto the pit that once had been Nazira's will. In a wordless whisper, the guide told him what he had to do… leave a bit of himself.

Using one of his long retractable claws, he made a small cut on his left palm, and somberly held it above the pit, his thick dark blood dripping inside it.

With a gentle creak, the void seemed to recede, golden lines of light knitting themselves over it until it was close.

From this golden disc, a shape started to grow. It was dark like his scales and crisscrossed by the same golden highlights. To Edran it felt vaguely organic, perhaps like a heart, and from its tendrils started shooting out in all directions, connecting to Nazira's mind.

The former archaeologist stepped out of the dark elf’s mind, finding his focus behind his eyes once more.

He looked down at Nazira, whose eyes were slowly regaining life. She still looked vacant and dazed, albeit not to the degree from before.

Now that her threat was gone, it really struck him how beautiful she was. Her features were soft and feminine, with big deep purple eyes. A well kept mane of straight hair white as alabaster flowed from her head behind her cute pointy ears and past her neck, ending just above her shoulder blades. Her shapely lips were painted with a glossy purple lipstick, the same shade as her eyes.

As Edran was admiring her, the woman took a deep long breath, before babbling out something incomprehensible. She stared at him as if waiting for a command.

“Stand,” Edran ordered her with a firm voice.

Without hesitation or complaint, she stood up, her glossy eyes locked with his.

“Who are you?” He asked her, testing the waters.

“I am Nazira,” she said in a monotone voice, “former necromancer.”

Edran raised an eyebrow (or rather his current equivalent) and tilted his head. “Former?” He asked.

“My powers were divine in nature,” she explained in the same monotone, “my god abandoned me when I was defeated. I can no longer feel his presence.”

That's unfortunate, Edran thought, but not her only usefulness. “Do you still know the Velvet Knot? How to get us in? Who to target?”

She nodded with a vacant smile. “I do… I know of safehouses and contacts, while I cannot reach the upper echelons, I could get us in…”

Edran grinned, that was perfect. He was enjoying having his former would-be killer like this. Curious to know what more he could do, he tried to query the guide without voicing his thoughts, just summoning it by pure feelings.

As her mind knits itself back together with the help of your will, she is stuck in this somnolent and suggestive state. Her cadence and flow of thoughts will return to normal eventually, though you can force her back onto this state whenever you wish.

A fuzzy feeling of accomplishment filled Edran as the guide responded. He was getting the hang of this. Once more he attempted to query the guide without voicing his thoughts, this time about the extent of his control over Nazira.

Absolute. She is completely beholden to your will, her mind can be rearranged as you see fit, and will never disobey unless ordered otherwise for some reason.

Edran clenched his hands. Absolute. If what the guide was saying was true, there was nothing she wouldn't do if ordered… like a doll.

For some reason this sounded really appealing to him. A wave of arousal washed over him, his mind filled with dirty ideas.

If there was no way back and she was to be his puppet… he might as well enjoy it.

“You will refer to me as Master from now on, doll…” he said to her with his oddly deep voice.

“Yes, Master,” Nazira retorted with a firm, though still dull, tone.

A dirty growl escaped Edran’s throat as a shiver ran down his spine. He liked this, he really liked this.

“Undress for me little doll… everything but your jewelery…” he said with a grin.

“Yes, Master,” she said again, giving Edran another pleasant shiver. She started by removing her colorful robe… it had such vivid reds and blues… quite an odd choice for a necromancer like her. 

Its silks hit the floor with surprising weight, exposing her figure. Dark elves were famous for their beauty, at least by most human standards, and Nazira did not disappoint. She had a slender frame with silky sinuous skin that was dark like polished and glossy onyx. It was even darker than Edran’s new scales.

Nazira removed her underwear in an oddly sensual fashion. It exposed that she was somewhat bottom heavy, with slightly prominent hips and a petite yet round rear that contrasted with her small cute bosom. The woman’s crotch was so smooth it looked almost polished, with a perfect slit that exposed nothing.

Her legs were very long compared to the rest of her, another common elven feature, with her thighs coming nowhere near to touching. The elf’s long sinuous legs ended on a pair of cute dainty feet. As she finished removing her sandals, she stood in front of him completely naked but for her necklace and earring. 

Edran stood there for a long moment taking her in. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, and much less naked like him in front of him. Her vacant smile and breathtaking body further cemented the idea of a doll in his mind… his doll if everything the guide had been true.

If indeed there was no way back for her, and if there was he’d probably try to murder him again, he might as well enjoy her… like the cute doll she was.

“Nazira…” he said, getting the doll’s attention, “from this day onward, you are my doll… you will be loyal and obedient, following my commands as best you can.”

A shiver of anticipation ran through his body as Nazira’s eyes seemed to twitch slightly, her mind rearranging to match his wishes. After a moment, a soft moan escaped her lips… 

“Yes, Master,” she said, “I shall obey your commands as best I can, and will be loyal to you till death.”

Edran couldn’t hide the massive grin on his snout. His whole body was burning with lust and desire. “Good girl…” he said, licking his lips, “you will also be madly in love with me and find me insanely attractive regardless of how I look…”

Nazira’s face and eyes seemed to flicker for a moment, her mind once more rewriting itself to match his wishes. “Yes… Master…” she said with a moan, her cheeks blushing as she tried to squeeze her thighs together.

He looked at her with curiosity, his nose picking a subtle change in her smell. “What’s wrong, little doll?” he asked her, suspecting the answer.

“Master… it’s just… you make me so horny…” she said, her hands slowly moving along her body.

“Has anyone ever made you this horny?” he asked.

She shook her head, embracing her torso as she struggled to contain her own lust. “No Master, no one has ever made me feel like this… I feel so empty…” she said, crossing her legs on the spot as her pussy started to glisten.

“Oh, I am going to enjoy this, slut…” he said with an evil grin, “actually, let’s add that to your instructions… from now on you love it when I trash talk you and call you filthy things, it makes you even hornier…”

Nazira let out a whimper while biting her lip. “Yes… Master…” she stuttered, “I love it when you call me dirty things… I am your slut and I love it…”

Edran was grinning so much it was a miracle his head hadn’t split in two. “Now… you said your god had abandoned you, right?”

She nodded back at him, still struggling to contain her arousal. “Yes, Master… my divine powers are gone…”

Her Master let out a naughty chuckle before walking back to the altar and sitting down on its odd lifelike texture and spreading his legs. His heavy balls were hanging off the edge while a long, thick and slick rod of meat was emerging from his pouch. “Then come here and start worshipping my cock and balls, you slut… they are your god now…”

Nazira shivered and moaned, so flustered she started panting. She moved sensually towards him, her eyes fixated on his nethers with such need she started drooling. The woman almost fell on her knees in front of him, giving him a pathetic needy look, her eyes begging for him.

“Go on, bitch… but remember to say thank you, only good obedient sluts get to worship Master…” he said as his heart pounded on his chest with excitement.

“Yes Master… thank you… thank you for letting this worthless slut worship your magnificent cock and balls…” almost out of breath from excitement, and biting her lip with a delectable expression, she leaned forward, planting her lips on his heavy balls.

Nazira let out a moan of satisfaction way louder than Edran’s, her whole being compelled and commanded to worship. His sack was too big and heavy for just one of her delicate hands, so she tenderly held it with both while covering in long wet kisses. Each smack of her lips left a purple lipmark on the leatherlike pouch, and in mere moments there were so many of them you’d be forgiven for thinking she wished to paint it like this.

“Oh gods, Master… I love your balls so much… they are so full and heavy…” she said while kissing, licking and nibbling his firm sack while moaning and whining like a whore. His thick cock now rested on her head, though if anything this aroused her more. She kept nuzzling his sack with such loving intensity it seemed she wanted to be let in.

“You seem more awake now, slut…” he said as he petted her ears with his big hands. It was true too, her eyes had regained a normal shine and she seemed less lethargic.

“It’s your crotch, Master… it drives me insane… I just want to worship it until I can’t move…” she said with palpable need.

Edran remembered that the guide had pointed this out… her faculties would return slowly, but he could put her in a suggestive state whenever he wanted. He decided to try it out there and then.

“Slut, listen carefully, I have new orders…” As he did so, he instinctively pulled on Nazira’s mind, the bit of him animating her will forcing her focus to recede and wait for instructions. The woman’s eyes became dim and vacant again, her mind an open book for him to write or edit as he pleased.

“You love worshiping Master’s crotch so much that when you suck him off you always orgasm when he cums inside or on you…” he said, looking deeply into her eyes, “you also have no gag reflex with his cock, and when he fucks your throat it feels as good as if he was fucking your pussy…”

Her lips and eyes twitched again, her mind rearranging itself to be a better doll for him. “Yes… Master…” she said, so flustered from her newfound arousal that it felt she was about to pass out.

“Now keep worshiping my balls for a bit longer, I love having your lipstick marks on them… but be ready to suck and gag soon…” he ordered her with a smirk.

Nazira nodded before launching herself to his sack once more with even more gusto, the wet sounds of her lips against his leathery skin sounding as if she was having a sloppy make out session. “Yes Master…” she said, her body begging for release.

With a chuckle, Edran shoved her face against his balls, holding her there so long it felt she was about to pass out. Nazira’s face when he released her was a dumb grimace of joy, her eyes almost gone under her skull as she drooled like an animal.

“Oh Master, it’s so good…” she said with a broken and half-possessed voice. 

“Time to suck, slut…” he said with a grin, holding his thick cock by the base and pointing it at her. As for the rest of him, his phallus had changed significantly… as he had noticed before, it now lived inside something like a pouch or a protuberance on his crotch, with only the very tip poking out until it was time for action.

Then, if he was aroused, it slid out like a meaty stake, slick, pink and covered in thick pulsating veins. It was only slightly big in proportion to his new frame, nothing too excessive… but compared to his old human cock it was enormous. 

The phallus was covered in symmetrical ridges on both its top and bottom sides, the meaty protrusions almost like threads on a screw. His tip was firm and rounded, but seemed to have something like an inverted hood that flared from the ridge curving upwards slightly, and finishing in a series of firm meaty points.

Nazira looked at the meaty spear with her eyes wide open and her tongue out. A filthy grin took over her face as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and forced the tip past her tongue and down her throat. 

The lewdest moan of satisfaction that Edran had ever heard filled the room, mixing with the wet sloppy sounds of the woman choking on his cock. Her neediness was so extreme that she often had to pull back just enough for a breath, just before throwing herself again at it as if her life depended on it.

“Show me how deep you can go, whore, we’ll use your lipstick to measure it…” he told her, his whole body vibrating with pleasure.

She nodded at him before taking a long breath and diving face first onto him again. The woman pushed and gargled as she choked, clearly struggling to fit the enormous phallus down her tiny throat, but at the same time loving it so much she was about to orgasm just from it.

Eventually, she had no choice but to retreat, panting and moaning with the cock still in her hands and her cheek resting against his thigh.

Edran checked her lipmarks and pointed at the deepest one. “Good job slut, you almost took it all the way in… on a few more inches to go…” he said, genuinely impressed and proud.

“Thank you… Master…” she said, giving his tip sensual licks, suckles and kisses, “but I have to do better, my whole throat should be like a pussy for you…”

He clenched his fist in excitement, hearing her talk like this was driving him insane with lust for more. “Time for the finale, slut… take a good long breath and clear your throat, because I’m going to fuck it and I won’t stop till I cum…”

A dumb look of excitement illuminated her face, and the cute living doll knelt for him with her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out, ready to be used as he desired.

Edran couldn’t control himself and shoved his cock down her throat without mercy. He stood up with his knees slightly bent and his hands firmly around her head, holding her in place as he thrust.

Nazira’s moans grew louder and louder despite being choked by cock. His command had genuinely made it as pleasurable to her as if he was pounding her pussy.

He growled and snarled, his red eyes shining as he felt a massive shot building inside his body. Unable to hold any longer, he orgasmed with an alien roar, a thick torrent of cum flowing out of his cock.

The cute living doll, as she has been commanded to do, orgasmed too as soon as she felt his load hit her throat. Her body convulsed and shivered while long gargling moans escaped her. She held onto his hands to not fall down, the rhythmic squeezing of her choking throat milking him for every drop.

After a long moment of bliss, Edran slowly pulled out, making a filthy wet sound that reminded him of uncorking a bottle. Nazira let out an orgasmic groan, her body still trembling in delight while her eyes had completely retreated under her skull.

“Good girl…” he said, petting her while admiring the dumb look of satisfaction on her face, “what a wonderful doll you are…”

After panting and whining for a few moments, she held his big hand against her cheek, looking at him with adoration. “Thank you… Master…” she said, licking her lips while her wet thighs still trembled, “I love being your doll… it feels so good…”

He grinned with satisfaction, her smile and words made him oddly fuzzy inside. However as his arousal calmed down somewhat, a small doubt came into his head, and he queried the guide wordlessly about it.

It's unclear whether this is a new consciousness born of your will or a restoration of her original self, reshaped to match your desires. But whatever its origin, it is real. She is not merely a facsimile of a person… She is a conscious individual, and she is enjoying this as much as she claims.

This both reassured and confused Edran. Part of him was horrified by this whole situation, but one look at her needy eyes seemed to be enough to snap him back to where he was before.

He shoved one of his big thumbs into her mouth, and Nazira started suckling it while caressing his hand, a look of divine joy in her face. As he looked at her, enjoying her happy dedication, he noticed something new… as if her flesh was more “real” than before. Confused once more, he queried his helpful companion.

Now that part of your organic material is inside her, you can extend your control to her body the same way you did to her mind, though in a more limited fashion. While flesh must obey the mind, matter is harder to shape.

Edran pondered this for a moment. Did that mean that he could make… changes to her body?

Correct. You could shape her flesh, though the degree you could do it is limited. For now at least.

“Stand up, slut…” he ordered his doll, who did so with a smile on her face. Her knees were still wobbly from her brutal orgasm, but it was palpable how needy she was for more.

Edran focused as much as he could on her flesh… and to his surprise, it seemed to “open” for him. He could picture every drop of her blood, every hair, every bone, every cell… it was all laid bare to him like an intimidating menu.

He decided to try something simple. Once he had seen illustrations of supposed succubi and other lustful demons, and it was tradition to draw them with these attractive brands or tattoos over their wombs or crotches. Carefully, he pictured a lovely sigil like one of these in his mind, and instructed her body to change the pigmentation on her lower belly to match it.

Slowly, her deep dark skin started to quiver, and as she moaned a lovely brand exactly as he had pictured started manifesting on her. Edran, enjoying the experience, corrected it a few times until he got something that he felt looked good, a beautiful pink heart sigil with filigree decorations framing it that were evocative of a puppet’s strings. A bit on the nose perhaps, but he really liked it.

Nazira couldn’t stop quivering throughout the whole thing, letting out whorish moans as if he was fingering her. Once he was done, he caressed her lower belly, the trembling of her flesh making it clear she was still a bit tender from the change.

“Do you like it, slut?” he asked her as she caressed it.

She nodded effusively. “You gave it to me, thus I love it, Master…” she said with a little twinkle in her eyes.

It was worrisome how addictive this was, Edran thought to himself. Still, his arousal and curiosity kept getting the better of him, so he beaconed Nazira to come closer.

The woman stepped as close as she could, and he gently turned her around, sensually cupping her small breasts with his big hands. “Let’s see if I can make these bigger…”

Nazira looked at him with curiosity before breaking down into a long needy moan. Her breasts, obeying her Master’s wishes, had started to grow… slowly, but surely.

She whined and quivered as her bosom kept expanding… It kept going, and going and going… her breasts going from a cute petite pair to bigger than she could grasp with one hand… but exactly the right size for Edran’s big hands.

He gave Nazira’s new bosom a good squeeze, and the woman moaned like a whore for him, holding her blushing face in shock. “These are wonderful, little doll…” he said, lovingly groping and squeezing them, “I’ve also made them nice and sensitive…”

“Thank… you…” she said, shivering so much it seemed she was about to orgasm again, “...Master.”

“You will be proud of your big fat tits, slut… playing with them when horny, and always looking forward to Master using them like the rest of you…” he said, triggering his power over her mind.

Nazira drooled again as her body quivered and her mind adapted to her Master’s desires. A happy dumb look settled on her face after a moment, the woman holding her Master’s hands and enticing him to enjoy her breasts more. “I love my fat tits, Master… thank you for giving me these melons…”

Edran growled again with arousal, licking his doll’s face while his body raged to rail her without mercy. As the tip of his once more rock hard cock rubbed against her trembling rear, he found himself thinking of a little test…

“Doll… tell me something… Have you ever had anal sex and do you enjoy it…?” he asked her without using his power over her mind.

She shivered in his hands, still melting with delight as he played with her big breasts. “I’ve never had anal sex, Master… I have always found the idea denigrating and would have never allowed anyone to take me that way…” she said with sincerity and leaving an implicit “except for you.”

Edran grinned again before giving her a nice squeeze on her breasts, stealing a loud moan from his doll. “You’re remembering things wrong, little doll… that’s what you might have said to people, but secretly you always found the idea immensely arousing, and you have often fingered your ass while thinking of someone like Master railing you there without mercy. You actually orgasm harder from anal penetration than anywhere else…” his scales quivered as he felt her mind rearrange itself once more.

After letting out a loud needy gasp, Nazira trembled in his hands with a shy smile. “Yes… you are right Master… it was just an excuse I told myself and others, I have always craved you inside my ass, ravaging me until I cannot think…” she said while wiggling her rear, her little ass clearly tingling with need.

“Good girl… always be honest with Master…” he said, sensually licking her neck with his long muscular tongue. “Spread your ass for me… your wait is finished…”

Nazira grabbed her asscheeks sensually, parting them for him with a needy look. “Oh gods, please Master… please… I’ve been waiting all my life for this… please just impale my ass!”

Edran stood up, barely able to contain his own desire, and picked her up by the waist firmly. Lifting her as if she weighed nothing, he raised her over his cock, and in a surprisingly smooth move, he impaled her ass.

A filthy wet sound echoed through the room all while she moaned like a whore. The woman was arching and convulsing in his hands, orgasming just from him being halfway inside her ass. Nazira’s mouth was wide open as she drooled with a mindless look on her face, her toes curling while a few errant drops of juice from her pussy slid down her legs and trembling feet.

“Yes! Yes! It’s better than I had ever imagined!” she screamed with a mad look of joy, “please Master! Deeper! Harder! Wear your doll like a sleeve!”

Emboldened by her words and how sublime her flesh felt wrapped tightly around his cock, Edran kept pushing deep inside her, his doll letting out cute moans and gargles as each of his ridges slid inside her with a wet squelch.

With a triumphant roar, Edran bottomed out inside her, a dirty wet clap from his balls against her rear echoing through the room. Nazira couldn’t stop shivering in his arms, orgasm after orgasm wrecking her body.

“Gods, yes! Yes! I’ve never been this full!” she said with broken breaths, “pound me! Wreck me! Use me as a cocksleeve! I love being your doll!”

Edran clenched his big hands so hard around her waist he surely must have hurt her, but the only thing that escaped from her mouth was another whimper of delight. He hadn’t ordered her to say these last few things, and he was beyond delighted with it.

His hips became a blur as he pounded her like a beast, slamming his crotch savagely against her ass while his heavy sack slapped against her wet pussy. She was arching backwards with a vacant look, but this one not because she was in a suggestive state, but rather because her mind had been reduced to mush with pleasure. 

Nazira whined, moaned and screamed as he ravaged her insides. Her head was lolling against his chest while her recently acquired heavy breasts bounced with such impetus that they were clapping together.

Edran was dying to grab them and squeeze them again, but he refused to stop his savage pounding to do so. His sides tickled as he fantasized about another set of hands… and before he knew it, an extra pair of arms had grown from his torso…

They were smaller than his main ones, around the size of his original ones pre-transformation, though still oddly alien and covered in his rubbery scales.

With a grin, he sensually slid them along Nazira's skin, enjoying her tender shivering, before his new left arm wrapped firmly around her midsection, and his new right hand sensually grasped her crotch, sliding his middle and ring fingers into her warm and inviting pussy.

“More, Master…! Please! Break me! Break me!” She repeated over and over like a mantra of madness, her pussy quivering and squeezing her Master’s fingers.

Happy that his lower arms were holding her firmly, Edran slid his big main hands along her chest, grabbing her warm and silky melons with a growl.

Tears of joy rolled down her eyes, her horny babbling growing quieter as her body reached its limit. She was completely overwhelmed and close to fainting, but too delighted to care.

Edran felt as if he was about to explode, his previous orgasm a mere warmup to what was coming. Barely able to control himself, he closed his jaws on Nazira, his mouth so big it engulfed part of her neck and right collarbone. As his sharp teeth dug into her just enough to quell his ravenous impulses, Nazira let out a lascivious howl that echoed all across the ruins.

He kept furiously pounding her and squeezing her delicious breasts until his nethers seemed to burst like a broken pressure valve. An inhuman torrent of cum shot inside her like a broken pipe, the beautiful woman tensing and trembling as she whined with her eyes rolled behind her skull.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fill me! Fill me! More! MORE!” her words got cut off by a breathless gargle while Edran dug his teeth on her deep enough to draw a trickle of blood and squeezed her breasts so much it almost looked like he wanted to pop them.

They both twitched like this together, Edran making animalistic noises while Nazira whimpered and choked with long moans of delight. Her belly even distended a bit with how much he had filled her and yet it felt as if she wanted more.

Eventually, Edran’s twitching stopped, and he sat down on the altar panting and sensually licking the bite mark he had left on her beautiful dark skin. Nazira shivered in his arms like a broken doll, her face an absolute mess, covered in tears of joy all while she drooled with a look of mindless ecstasy.

He wrapped his four arms around her lovingly… despite their short time together, he was growing quite attached to his doll.

Now that he was calmer, he started to question the appearance of those two new arms, and decided to query his little guide once more.

The flesh must serve the mind. While enjoying your so-called doll, you wished for more hands to hold her, and thus you willed them from your flesh. They can be removed in the same fashion.

Edran looked at the additional pair of hands. The flesh must serve the mind his guide kept saying. Perhaps a philosophy of those who created the device that had transformed him…

Wishing to put this into practice, he focused as the guide suggested trying to picture his flesh as putty to be molded. It worked… slowly, the arms started to recede into his torso. The feeling was oddly ticklish, but nothing painful.

Doing so was harder now and seemed to demand more concentration than when he first extended them. Perhaps, in the heat of the moment, he'd acted on instinct… like someone reflexively reaching for something suddenly thrown their way.

Nevertheless he was now back to his regular amount of arms and hands, the latter of which he was still gleefully using to grope and milk his little doll.

Nazira was still trembling in his arms, her ass deeply impaled and filled so much it was a miracle the room wasn’t filled with sloshing sounds. Her face had settled into a dumb look of satisfaction, little whimpers escaping from her gorgeous lips.

“Was it as good as you had imagined?” he asked her while giving her a nice squeeze to her boobs.

She whined for him before tiredly nodding, her hands once more resting on his, enticing him to play with her new big breasts more. “It was better than I had imagined, Master… it aches but I feel so wonderfully full… ravaged… owned…”

The beautiful woman licked her lips as her ass instinctively gave him a squeeze on his dick. “I hope it’s not the last time and you use my ass many, many times… I’m going to be so horny just thinking about it…”

Edran chuckled… Her enthusiasm, implanted in her mind by him or not, was utterly infectious. He embraced her tightly in his arms while covering her in licks and kisses, his body filled with warmth.

“Might as well complete the tour of my doll’s delightful little holes and take your pussy next, gorgeous…” he said with a grin.

Nazira’s eyes twinkled with excitement, her body trembling and squeezing him harder. “Please Master… I crave being used for your pleasure… don’t ever stop, not even if I’m unconscious…”

He wasn’t sure if some of these things she was saying were natural extensions or evolutions of the ideas he had planted in her mind, or perhaps that she had always secretly harbored fantasies like these… Regardless, her words were like pouring oil on a raging fire, driving him insane with lust.

Carefully holding her by the waist, he started to pull her off his cock by lifting her upwards. A wet plop sound echoed through the room as he pulled each of his ridges out of her, a dirty splash of cum staining their legs and the floor.

Nazira whimpered and tensed with each one, letting out a long orgasmic moan when he finally pulled out his deeply embedded tip out of her ass. A torrent of cum spilled from inside her, the delightful feeling of release giving the doll another long orgasm.

Edran chuckled while holding her tightly, enjoying the trembling of her flesh on his scales. While doing so, he took a curious look at his own cum staining the floor and the woman’s legs. Since before his whole load had ended inside Nazira’s tummy, this was his first time actually seeing it post transformation.

It was oddly thick and ridiculously abundant. A couple of tea spoons this was not… and despite his unnaturally long shots, he didn’t feel spent at all. Perhaps more surprising than the volume was the color… instead of the usual dirty or dull white, his seed was of a clear violet… or perhaps purple.

He would have to investigate more about his new physiology later… right now, he still wanted to enjoy his new doll more.

With gentle movements to not make his fatigued toy dizzy, he turned her around and proceeded to sit again on the odd altar-like looking structure in the room. He pulled Nazira into his arms, pressing her delightful big breasts against his chest scales and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.

At first he and his doll tried to kiss in a more traditional fashion, but Edran couldn’t keep himself from pushing his long thick tongue inside her mouth, as if trying to taste every inch of her. Nazira chuckled, clearly enjoying the sudden invasion of her mouth, and kept her lips against his while suckling his tongue with needy abandon.

This only incensed Edran further, who growled while shoving his tongue down her throat. Nazira let out a filthy moan, clearly enjoying his throat fucking. She tilted her head backwards to make it easy for him to push down her throat, all while trembling with excitement.

After stealing from her a long sequence of deep gargling whines, he pulled his tongue back sensually, leaving his doll gasping for breath in between moans of delight. “Gods… I can’t get enough of you invading my body like that, Master… it makes me feel like a sock or a sleeve for your flesh…” she said, licking her lips.

Another long growl emerged from Edran’s throat as he grit his teeth at her. Her words were beyond anything he thought she may say after being reanimated by his will. “That makes me happy, little doll, because you are about to be my cocksleeve again…”

Nazira bit her lip and crossed her legs in excitement, her pussy dripping and tingling with need. “Please don’t hold back, Master… I love being your doll…”

He pressed his nose against hers with a grin, his gaze locked with her eyes. “I’m going to go so deep I will be wearing your cervix as a cock-ring… and I am certain you will enjoy being womb-fucked like the gorgeous slut you are…” he said trying to use his power over her mind subtly, his command mixed with his words.

The gentle flickering of her eyes let him know it had worked, and once the command had settled her lips curled into an even dirtier smile. “My pussy aches to be destroyed by you… please let me impale it with your cock… please…” her pleading eyes contrasted her dirty look, and if anything made her begging harder to resist. Not that Edran wanted to do so…

“Since you are so eager… how about you bounce on Master next?” he said with a grin,  "Impale your pussy as you say, and show me how much you need it…”

Nazira trembled with excitement, even hornier than before. “Yes Master… I’ll show you how much I love being your cock sleeve…”

She tenderly leaned forward while lowering her hips towards his crotch. Her pussy was so slick and needy that drops from her juices were already splashing on his cock. A filthy happy moan escaped her mouth when her lower lips kissed his tip.

Edran used his newfound control over his body to keep his cock from wobbling, the burning rod of meat staying firm like a menacing stake for Nazira to plunge herself into. Holding onto him for dear life, she pressed down with her hips as hard as she could, and with a dirty wet sound her Master’s tip slipped inside her.

The beautiful doll shivered while moaning like a whore, her pussy rhythmically squeezing Edran’s cock as if trying to milk it. He let out a growl of pleasure while groping her lovely rear, helping her keep her balance while enjoying her silkiness.

“Come on little doll… keep going…” he said, sensually licking her face.

She nodded between moans, pushing down harder, and shoving his ridges one by one with a whine and a pleasant squelching sound. Nazira kept pushing and pushing, until her Master’s tip was kissing her cervix. 

Edran didn’t know if she might have been into this before he took over her mind, but she definitely was into it now… Just the pressure against her insides was making her eyes twitch and jaw tremble while babbling out dirty moans.

She looked at him with fading eyes, her body shivering on the edge of orgasm. “M-master… I think I m-m-may need some… h-help…” she stuttered between shivers.

Her Master let out a dirty growl as he firmly grabbed her hips, his eyes locked with hers. “Say please, little doll…”

Nazira gasped, completely taken by his gaze. “Pl-please… force me down your cock… im-m-impale me… d-d-destroy my pussy!” she begged with the sweetest tone Edran had ever heard.

He could not resist such a plea, and with a forceful pull he shoved his tip into her womb. Nazira threw her head back as the rest of her body tensed and shiver, letting out a scream as a mind shattering orgasm overtook her.

She gasped, whined and trembled with a mad look of lust on her face, her hands moving from Edran’s chest to her belly. The beautiful doll caressed the bulge from her Master’s cock over and over, clearly enamoured with it and unable to stop orgasming just yet.

“Oh gods, oh gods… I’m so full… so stretched…” she mumbled to herself with a mad look on her face, “it’s so good… so good…”

Nazira tenderly held her Master’s snout on her hands, looking for his gaze as her eyes struggled to focus. She started bouncing on his cock as best she could, so deeply impaled she barely could pull back an inch before falling down his shaft again.

Edran had not been joking, he could feel her cervix squeezing tightly right under his tip like a rubber cockring, and her womb warmly wrapped around him like a warm silken sock. Every time she tried to bounce, it felt as if she was trying to rip out her guts on his cock.

But his influence over her mind and body had made it so she didn’t feel a pinch of pain, or if she did, it caused her as much joy and arousal as one could comprehend. Her face was a picture of lewd abandon, with glazed over eyes, a mindless smile and her tongue lolling out on one size.

Tears of joy were rolling down her cheeks once more, which Edran sensually licked off her before giving her a kiss and a nuzzle. “We will need somewhere to lay low and plan our revenge on the Velvet Knot, my sweet doll, especially considering my appearance…”

She bit her lip and dragged her nails over his chest sensually, the thickness of his scales making it feel more like a caress. “I would never let anything happen to you, Master…” she said with fire in her eyes and in between moans, “I have a couple of safe houses we can use…”

Edran beamed her a smile while caressing her spine. “That’s great news, little doll… if they are inconspicuous enough I’ll be sure to use you more as a reward…”

Nazira clenched on him with her whole body, tingling just from his words. “Please Master… your little doll needs to be used…” she said with broken breaths, “we will destroy the Velvet Knot so you can be free to do as you wish forever…” 

He grinned before liking her lips and gently digging his claws on her skin. “And what I wish is to keep enjoying my doll forever…”

Her eyes sparkled at those words while her insides seemed to catch fire. The woman started to bounce harder, rearranging her own insides with each slap of her pussy lips against his heavy sack. Louder and louder moans spilled from her lips, her expression the true face of neediness.

Despite his enhanced self control both of body and mind, Edran could not hold any longer, his doll milking him harder than he thought was possible. His throbbing cock tingled in Nazira’s insides, who sped up her bouncing even more.

“Fill me… please! Fill me! Fill me till I burst!” she begged as savage squelching noises emerged from her pussy and insides.

Happy to oblige, Edran grabbed his doll by her waist firmly, lifting her just enough that his tip was about to pop out of her womb, driving her mad with the overwhelming sensation. Then, with a wet thud, he pushed her down on his lap, moving his hips upwards in the opposite direction as hard as he could.

Nariza’s eyes went wide and rolled back as the most brutal orgasm she had ever had overwhelmed her mind and body. The woman let out an orgasmic scream with all her lungs as she arched and convulsed from the flood of sensations.

Her Master loudly growled in unison with her scream, tingling and trembling all over as he orgasmed inside her like an exploding pressure valve. Inhumanly thick ropes of his cum filled her already outstretched womb, making it bloat like a water balloon.

She arched backwards more as her belly distended to make room for the flood shooting inside her. Her Master leaned forward as she orgasmed, clamping down his jaws over one of her big juicy breasts, and suckling it as if it was a sweet treat.

“Yes! Yes! YES! YES! MORE!” she screamed and begged, the twitching of her body telegraphing she was at her limit. Nazira tensed up even more while holding her breath from the intensity of what she was feeling, all while her belly started to look pregnant from the ridiculous amount of cum inside her.

“YEEEEEEEEEEEES!” she screamed with her final breath before letting out a soft whimper and going limp in Edran’s hands.

For his part, he continued to enjoy her soft unconscious trembling and her delicious breasts while still shooting more cum inside her until he felt good and empty. After it was all said and done, he held his doll in his arms with a strange look of satisfaction, and unable to keep himself from licking her torso all over with his stupidly long tongue.

He’d have to wait for her to regain consciousness to find her safehouse, but for now he felt it was reasonably safe to rest here for a while.

What had happened today had forever changed his life… if it even was his life anymore, for he still knew little about his transformation. Regardless… it seemed to have his perks, and knowing he’d have to put down more agents of the Velvet Knot… an idea occurred to him.

He should make himself more dolls…