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Hovering over Olin’s brand-new and still-warm corpse, I was totally channeling some grim reaper vibes. I deftly latched the phylactery onto him, which hung at the bottom of his shaft—I mean, staff, the staff his gnome head and phylactery were attached onto—funneling his soul into its new digs.

Okay, I admit, that was my Spirit Vessel skill showing off, but hey, I’m more than happy to soak up any praise. That said, if only Olin would shut the hell up. I mean, could ripping the strings of one’s soul from a gnome’s head really be that painful? No matter, using Mana Focus to see how the soul weaved and worked—much like actual mana—I started thinking... maybe I could do this without the fancy skill? Out of all the wild tricks up my sleeve, messing with mana and souls? Pssh, easy-peasy! Right?

While my skill wove its sorcery, I plunged into a whirlpool of self-reflection—I mean, I’m freaking the fuck out right now! Seriously, Aurelia is right there, and I’m messing around with a soul. What am I even doing? Why am I so nervous? I’m a monster, a killer, a psychopath! I’ve lost count of how many people I’ve slept with, and now, of all times, I’m letting my nerves get to me like some virgin in front of their middle school crush?

Ugh, this is so embarrassing.

Oh, and let’s not forget, ever since that wild run-in with the Crone, everything has seemed off-kilter, like a crazy dream where everything is both familiar and freakishly strange. It felt like I’d been chucked into some parallel universe (yep, again), where things kind of click, but also... not really? And the weirdest part? Amidst all this chaos and looming nightmares, I’d never felt so dang zen. Go figure!

That doesn’t make any sense.

Shut up! Yes, it does.

Pulling my attention from Olin’s soon-to-be new corpse body, I was captivated by a sight of sheer elegance. My focus locked onto Aurelia as she sashayed over to the frog dude, each step echoing the fluidity of a feline. With a swift movement of her delicate finger, the leather and chain binds holding him snapped. Oddly, he appeared more disgruntled than relieved by his release. But who cares about him? All of my attention was riveted on her!

Hopefully, I hadn’t messed up Olin’s soul… again. To be fair, I did fix that. Removing the snake soul that was sharing his phylactery had been pretty easy, like scraping half your dinner plate clean. Sure, that might have left some residue, but that wouldn’t harm him, right? Well, it’s not like I care either way.

Aislinn—or should I say Aurelia? I really need to get that cleared up, and soon. “Vorigan,” she commanded, her voice like music to my ears, “release the others from their cells.”

“Others?” I repeated, blinking as I gazed at the other cells. Much like Aislinn’s, I couldn’t see into them; some sort of antimagic was the only explanation that made any sense to me.

Had I still had a beating heart, it would have definitely hiccupped at that moment. She swiveled towards me, her blood-red eyes sparkling with a cheeky glint, and her lips curved in a teasing smirk. It was the kind of smile that whispered tales of both thrill and threat. And man, I was totally and utterly ensnared by her magnetism, as if caught in her enchantment.

Yeah, this must be that fairytale love-at-first-sight shit.

Eh, maybe not exactly at first sight—you know, past life craziness and all—but definitely that fairytale stuff.

“BLOODY BITCH!” Olin bellowed as his soul reanimated the big bald man’s corpse.

Aislinn paused in her elegant stride, her gaze piercing the undead lich. A hint of something terrifying flashed in her eyes, and her previously playful smirk transformed, becoming more ominous—as if she was privy to a secret joke. She held her silence, lifting just one finger, with a malevolent twinkle evident in her gaze.

I nearly died from a burst of laughter that I fought to keep down. Happily, I handed Aislinn the lich’s phylactery. What? It’s not like I could use it for anything; storing it within Stellar Void would have severed the connection to the body. With a gleeful hum, I skipped off to a corner of the dungeon to watch.

Of course, I was tempted to shove the baseball-sized orb up the lich’s ass, but I was all too eager to give my stunningly gorgeous vampire a gift. Surely, handing her a soul would do, right? I mean, the sexy-as-hell smile she gave me as her fingers curled around the phylactery—especially the glare she shot at Olin while doing it—was absolutely priceless.

Sensing the underlying threat, Olin stifled his impending tirade of curses. “M-My apologies, m-my mistress,” he stammered, his voice quivering with fear. “I was momentarily disoriented. It won’t happen again. It’s a relief to see you again, my lady.”

Instead of responding, her eyes turned back to me, gleaming mesmerizingly like a blood moon, offering a wicked invitation to hidden dangers. She had bewitched and captivated my very being. I reveled in her darkness, like a delicate rose flourishing amidst a garden of thorns, ready for her to pluck. It’s funny how I had once considered myself the monster to be feared. Oh, how wrong I was!

Aislinn stepped past Olin and approached, gliding with that uncanny feline elegance. Each step was a breathtaking fusion of beauty and allure. The remnants of her crimson feast smeared across her face only added to her lethal allure. Her black robe, trimmed with dark red, swayed with each step, hinting at the mysteries hidden beneath. She was like an ethereal runway model, each stride commanding attention and admiration.

So damn hot!

As she neared, I slowly shuffled back until my back hit the wall, leaving me with nowhere to go. You might wonder why. I like to think it’s foreplay... certainly not because I have a conflicted heart, afraid to awaken from this dream.

Though my true form was that of a slippery, sticky, gooey tar monster—a Black Pudding—I found my mouth going dry with a mixture of nervousness and yearning.

Her hand reached out, curling towards me as if it were an enchanting dark tendril. As Aislinn’s fingers drew near, our eyes meshed in a magnetic pull, hers holding a depth that threatened to swallow me whole. Cornered against the wall, her hand poised delicately yet assertively between my breasts. I felt like a lovestruck girl, ensnared by a captivating and perilous lover, utterly lost in her beauty.

Oh, fuck, I want her to take me right here!

Wait… I thought I was the dom here?

Oh, shut up, inner thoughts, I’m cool with being a switch!

“Oh, my beloved,” Aurelia purred, her voice both ethereal and angelic.

She was so close that I could feel the cold draft of her breath against my lips, sending shivers down my core—a feeling peculiar yet thrilling. As she reached up to touch my face, I flinched. Her eyes, deep blood-red pools filled with concern and fear, reflected my own as we searched each other for answers amidst our swirling emotions.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why did I just flinch?

Ugh, Blake, you’re fucking this up!

I’d always pegged myself as the assertive type. Yet, at this moment, I felt as wobbly as a gelatinous cube. Maybe it was just the sheer intensity of the situation? It’s a fleeting sensation, surely. It’ll pass, and I’ll be back to being the pegger—I mean, the confident one!

“Aislinn?” It felt as if my very soul held its breath at that name.

“Yes,” Aislinn nodded, her exasperation softening as she bit her lower lip. “Though, let’s use ‘Aurelia’ in front of others,” she smiled, her expression masking an emotion I couldn’t quite decipher. “Bowen?” she whispered.

“Blake,” I smiled.

“Blake,” she repeated, savoring the name as if it were honey on her tongue.

She reached up again, and this time, there was no flinch or hesitation. Her hand swept across my breast, trailing across the writhing tendrils of my dress, until it came to rest under my chin, tilting my head up. To my surprise, she was slightly taller than me. Her touch was electric; her thumb traced the curves of my lips with a seductive hunger that seemed to ignite a fire within me. Her intense and passionate gaze held me captive, peering into my eyes with a ferocity I had never experienced in either of my lives.

Is this love? It must be, right?

“Lady Aurelia,” the frog croaked, utterly shattering the magical moment. “I have released all of the captives down here. What is our next move?”

Fucking nuisance.

“Can I kill him?” I moaned with a sigh of desperation.

Her laughter, melodious and tantalizing, sounded like whispers of temptation, an otherworldly song hinting at unparalleled pleasures. Her gaze, unwavering and infused with seductive danger, left me both breathless and aching for more.

Perhaps I’m more of a switch than I thought?

Aurelia’s entrancing red eyes remained locked on mine, drawing me in deeper even as she issued commands. “Vorigan, assemble those less skilled in stealth and proceed to the coven’s ruins. Scour the area for remnants and bodies we can reanimate. The rest of you, focus on undermining the Slaethian army’s leadership where possible. Also, do kill any imperial bastards you find among the Slaethians. We’ll regroup at the ruins and then make our way to the western covens through the deep roads.”

“As you command, my lady,” the frog said, bowing respectfully.

“I may have collapsed that path?” I smiled cheekily. “Why not just yoink the core back?” I smiled again, careful not to break the moment, while Aurelia’s thumb lightly danced on my lips.

Shit, when did I become so timid?

I think she put a spell on me—a horny as fuck spell!

Ugh, Fucking hell, I want her right now!

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“Hmm… Actually, that’s not a bad idea. We could use its power to create a portal. Would you happen to know where they’re keeping it, my beloved?” Aurelia asked with a deep purr that sent another thrill through my core.

“Within the center of the encampment just outside the village is a large tent under heavy guard. If I had to guess, I’d say within there,” I replied, my eyes darting back and forth between her lips and her eyes, silently pleading for her to close the gap and make my wish a reality.

“Olin, how’s that new suit?” Aurelia inquired.

“Mistress,” Olin reported as he readjusted his crotch, “it appears to be a physical augmenter type. I highly doubt I’ll be able to wield magic through it. Still, it’ll be useful in close combat against elemental benders.” Olin struggled to stand, both hands clutching his head to prevent it from hanging from his shoulders. “Ah, my lady, it seems my neck is broken.”

“They had more prisoners locked in cages around that tent,” I panted out as Aurelia’s thigh slid between my legs, sending me to my toes. “I—I wasn’t certain if they were from your group or this village.”

Oh, fuck me, when did I reshape my body to be anatomically correct beneath this dress?!

Yeah, that confirms it. I’m a switch! What, don’t judge me—I don’t want one position; I want all positions! Tee-hee!

“Lady Aurelia,” a small woman with gray cat ears stepped forward, interrupting the inner turmoil. “Those must be refugees from the Beastveil Kingdom. If we have the chance, we should take them with us; we share a common enemy, as well as for blood feeding.”

“Ha! Who cares about those good-for-nothing refugees? And who the hell appointed Aurelia as the leader?” The grating voice of a familiar figure echoed through the room, striking a nerve with every word. “And, who is that woman you’re thigh fucking, Aurelia?”

Did she just talk shit to my woman?

Oh, she’s dead.

My longing gaze was torn from Aurelia as I set my eyes upon an all too familiar face, one that filled me with a sense of eager delight at the thought of murdering her, once again! The succubus approached with an exaggerated sway of her hips that did the demon no favors.

“Didn’t I eat her?” I muttered.

“Niamh,” Aurelia said with a hint of disappointment and annoyance as she pulled away from me to face the succubus. “I’m surprised our captors didn’t return you to the nether.”

“Well, it may have been better if they had sent me back,” Niamh sneered. “I can already sense your father’s beckoning summoning ritual. But alas, I cannot go to his side while I am stuck here with his pathetic body-snatching daugh—Gaaak!”

With a flick of my shoulder, my arm morphed into a writhing mass of black tendrils of terror. They shot forth like bullets, smothering Niamh’s head before she could react, burrowing into her mouth, ears, and nostrils.

As I’ve come to realize, this world is teeming with powerful beings, most beyond my strength to confront head-on. Yet, I’ve found they falter when caught off guard. What better way to surprise someone than with a slithering, tar-like appendage ramming down their throat and bursting out the other end? This method had become a staple of my arsenal, a tool of destruction that left my enemies convulsing in agony as I devoured them from the inside out.

Sure, I could scorch them with Necrotic Flames, douse them in Blight, or pump them full of venom, among other things. However, nothing matched the sheer satisfaction of this method—the taste of terror, the struggle of my victims as I feasted on their entrails, was a delicacy I relished.

Glancing around, I noted a group of onlookers, their eyes wide with horror. Not all were undead, perhaps vampires, given the way they flinched under my gaze. About fifteen pairs of eyes, I estimated, were fixed on me. Niamh flailed and thrashed in my grasp. Then, suddenly, Aurelia’s arms wrapped around me just below my chest, her breath cool against my cheek. Her piercing gaze swept over the room, a silent challenge to anyone daring to intervene. Whether she meant to protect me from harm or to stake her claim over me, it was unclear—though, I suspected both were true. But one thing was certain—no one uttered a word as Niamh’s struggles ceased.

Yummy!

I was on the verge of breaking into my gleeful pudding jig. What? Eating always puts me in a good mood. But given the audience—especially with Aurelia’s watchful eye—I thought better of it. Nope, I made sure not to even crack a smile as I gave everyone a glare that promised terror if anyone spoke against my woman… well, maybe a bit of a smirk wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Aurelia breathed a hushed whisper into my ear, dripping with lust. “Oh, you truly are a sight to behold, my love. And to think, you managed to withstand her Charm’s temptations. If she had succeeded in ensnaring you, it would have been a cruel blow to my heart, and I would have taken great pleasure in ending her life myself. Though, I have no doubt that she’ll be resummoned before Lord Demidicus within the hour. Heaven forbid he go without his pet.”

She used Charm on me? I didn’t get a system notification for it.

Huh…

All eyes lingered on Niamh’s corpse as I dragged her body toward me. I didn’t want to give the impression of devouring another woman in front of Aurelia, who held me close. Her breasts were snugly pressed against my back, so I had several tendrils pull the succubus beneath my dress, where she vanished from sight. Much more dignified and presentable, I mused.

“Vorigan, take the defenseless to the ruins,” Aurelia commanded once more. “Hikari, select the necessary individuals and take out the army’s commanders.” The small cat-eared woman nodded in acknowledgment. “And you, Olin, shall join me and my beloved as we deal with a tent and some cages.”

~

Due to his broken neck, Olin was forced to hold his head upright, managing to make it appear as though he was deep in contemplation while gripping his chin. However, anyone getting too close would easily see through his ruse. Nonetheless, he remained with his mistress, confident that with enough death and destruction, she would conquer the entire army, her power growing with each corpse claimed.

Inhabiting the body of General Ezad, Olin towered over his mistress and her reclaimed lover, the Black Pudding. With her sadistic smile and thirst for torment, she was a truly terrifying sight. One glance from her piercing orange gaze, and Olin knew their cover could be blown at any moment. Although his mistress was a formidable force, subtlety was not her forte; Aurelia was too mesmerizing to go unnoticed. Thus, steering them through the heart of the enemy camp fell squarely on his shoulders.

“My mistress,” Olin began, his voice tinged with trepidation, “we must find a way to keep the two of you concealed. Our mission will be jeopardized if you are seen with me, especially given your companion’s distinctive eyes.” He silently prayed to the Crone that Lady Aurelia could control her obsession with the pudding.

The sinister monster in human form leaned in close to his mistress, resting her head on Aurelia’s shoulder and gazing up with a feigned, innocent look. Olin found the display revolting, yet Lady Aurelia seemed enchanted, her eyes tracing the woman’s lips.

“If I’m too revealing,” the monster cooed, “you could always wear me.”

Olin nearly gagged, rolling his eyes as he saw Aurelia’s eyes sparkle with excitement, her red irises glowing sinisterly. He wished they would find a secluded corner and be done with it so they could focus on the task at hand.

“Well, my beloved,” Aurelia purred, “what will happen to the clothes I’m already wearing?”

The pudding creature replied with a sly grin, “Don’t worry, I’ll store them safely within me. Nothing will get ruined.” She then removed her head from Aurelia’s shoulder to gaze into her eyes.

Resigned, Olin watched as his mistress, Lady Aurelia, caressed the cheek of the monster beside her. Her eyes alight with fiery passion. Having seen enough, Olin removed his hand from his chin, allowing his broken neck to drop his head back into an unnatural position.

~

Aurelia was filled with such elation as her beloved wrapped her arms around her. She basked in the blissful embrace of her love. Aurelia finally gave in to her desires and pressed her lips against Blake’s. Her dark heart fluttered with delight as Blake’s tongue slithered into her mouth like a tentacle monster, eliciting shudders of pleasure. A hunger that had been buried deep within her for nearly two centuries.

Sure, she had a few unsatisfying conquests in that time, but they were all meaningless. This was the moment she had yearned for what felt like an eternity. And as Blake’s hand possessed her flesh, gripping her ass with a force that threatened to tear her asunder, she was lost to the world, consumed by the fiery passion that burned within her. She reached up, grasping Blake’s breast. Her other hand slid down into Blake’s dress, finding her thighs with a voracious hunger. Aurelia’s finger slid into a putty-like substance that leaked between her fingers.

Blake’s body began to liquefy at that moment and spread out over Aurelia’s body. At first, it was like watching a tsunami crashing down, but there was no malice or anger within that dark wave, only love and tenderness. The tar-like form ran over Aurelia’s body, coating her skin and clothes. Aurelia felt a spell activated from her love and noticed that her robe and undergarments had vanished. Everything had been replaced with the Black Pudding that seemed to find its way into every nook and cavity.

Aurelia was swathed in darkness as her beloved reformed around her, unable to contain the malevolent lust-filled desires seething within. Before an outfit could fully be formed, Blake erupted into a tangled, writhing mass of silk threads. A sensual and sinister silk dance embraced Aurelia, obscuring all but the gleam of her gorgeous face as they wove together. The pure white headdress and outfit that settled upon her was a cruel parody of the ascended priestess garments used by their healers. But the true horrors of Aurelia’s new attire lay hidden beneath the shimmering cloth, a forbidden secret of squirming tendrils and pulsating tentacles.

“Oh… Oh! Yes. Yes! Mmmm,” Aurelia struggled to contain her passion and keep her ecstatic screams to herself. She was a vampire elder, a regal princess of a once-powerful coven, and she would not let such a trivial thing as pleasure break her focus. Aurelia would submit to her lover’s carnal desires, for this was what she had wanted for so very, very long. She surrendered her body over to her dark lover’s embrace, for Aurelia knew she could still decimate her enemies with her orifices filled. She was a vampiric necromancer with so few equals, an unstoppable force of darkness and blood, and nothing would stand in her way. It didn’t matter that her beloved had just found the spot that sent shudders through her stomach.

No one could stop her and her beloved now!

~

Riding the high of the moment, I fully embraced the thrill, letting myself merge and flow over Aurelia, transforming into a sleek black dress. Gotta love the perks of polymorphing—of course, I coated myself in silk, like some kind of purity nun. They have those in this realm, right?

Oh, gods, her body is so tight!

Holy shit, she’s got fucking abs—not the overly masculine kind, but the cute, sexy ones! Seriously, she’s built like an Olympic pole vaulter!

Wow! They do Brazilians in other realms too? I won’t lie, I was expecting some thick shrubbery down under.

Oh, my gods, her skin tastes so good—just like blood and death. She’s delicious!

My thoughts were engaged in a mental back-and-forth, reveling in my own amusement and insanity. I admit, I’m known to let my thoughts wander when I’m feeling, well, a bit frisky. And damn, was I revved up now. Who could blame me? Pressed against Aurelia’s tempting curves, my inner deviant wanted nothing more than to see just how far I could push my boundaries. Each moment pushed me closer to crossing a line, especially with every sultry look.

Screw it, why not dive right in? I mean, who wouldn’t want a taste of the forbidden, especially when it’s served on such a delectable platter?

I’ll go high—and low! Oh! Oh! And let’s not forget the front and back!

Mhmmm!

Ever since waking up as a monster, I’ve become somewhat more adept at multitasking. Still, even amidst my oh-so-titillating meal, I was only vaguely aware of our transition from the village outskirts to the heart of the enemy camp. Any brave souls daring enough to approach Olin were swiftly discouraged by a mere gesture from him—the advantages of having his soul occupy a General’s body.

Speaking of putting things in someone’s body, I return to my depraved delights. As I basked in the blissful sensations of Aurelia’s tight body and firm ass, the outside world was a distant, meaningless place. The tremors in Aurelia’s thighs were a symphony of pleasure. I marveled at her mastery of self-control, concealing our sexual acts from prying eyes. Her delicate fingers occasionally wandered down, offering tantalizing touches. Her expression remained serene, a mask hiding the storm of pleasure within, but her gorgeous eyes could not lie. I was lost in the twisted, erotic world of her ecstasy, and nothing else mattered.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end. I withdrew from Aurelia’s innermost places as we approached the carnival-sized tent. I spotted all the cages along the outside of the tent, and that little bunny kid. A sense of dread settled into me.

It would be so much easier if we could ditch them. Or even better yet—I were allowed to eat them!

When they caught sight of Olin, their so-called General, they instantly banged their chests in some sort of unified salute. But Olin? Dude just breezed right by them, making a beeline for the tent’s interior. I wonder if any of the guards raised an eyebrow at the snub. Though, in Olin’s defense, giving a salute would be a tad tricky when you’re using one hand to stop your head from toppling off to the side. Just a tad.

Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to snap his neck.

Nah.

From the outside, the tent seemed massive. But stepping through its entrance was like diving into a rabbit hole, only to be met by a scene straight out of Alice’s trippiest mushroom high. The inside sprawled out way larger than what the exterior hinted at, like some wacko architect decided to build a stadium inside a tent. No weapons, no magical doodads, no damn Dungeon Core—just an endless stretch of... well, death. If someone had told me they were hiding their fallen comrades in there, I would’ve laughed. But seeing was believing, and what I saw was a freakin’ morbid treasure trove, and I was clutching the perfect ass of not only a vampire but a necromancer!