Like a candle burning out in its holder where they left it by the door, Savile felt their time spent together too flickered away. Untangling their naked bodies, the knight forced herself off their bed and away from Joe. He did not protest but just watched her in silence as she got up on wobbly legs and wiped herself clean. The afterglow of her intense pleasure still holding strong grip over the body he made her wear.

“I hate you.”

She whispered, her nude, elven back facing him. It put a smile on Joe’s lips. Savile loved being human. She denied it whole night, but this new body awoke some strange fascination within her. She would make love to him while staying as close to a human as his design allowed her just to instantly shift back into her most feral body at the moment of her climax, then slowly, over time she shifted back into her human form while still holding him trapped within her. Supposedly doing so empowered and lengthened her pleasure.

It also almost gave him a heart attack when she did that for the first time.

“I think I heard you scream something else just a moment ago.”

A feral growl of annoyed cat escaped her throat. A blink later she was standing above him with a sloshing chamber pot in her hand.

“Don’t you dare, or I’ll sell you to the most disgusting pervert I can find!”

“That’s impossible. There’s no bigger creep than you, mastah.”

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She seethed through her teeth while holding such a charming smile… Although, much to Joe’s relief, in the end she just dumped the pot contents through the window.

“Alright, enough of this soulfuckery, put me back as I was before I go nuts in this perverted body.”

The knight demanded with her hands braced against her hips. Fur or no fur, Joe felt she was born to become a dark elf.

“Oy, enough of ogling. Put me back in my old body.”

“Don’t want too. I have too great of a view from down here…oaff!”

She stomped his midsection with her bare foot. Although, before she could manage another stomp, Joe grabbed her leg and pulled her back into his arms.

“You sure you don’t want to…”

“No. Joe, you’re the best master I had in years, and I do enjoy our little fun but,”

He felt a shiver run through her body.

“Joe, your skills are creeping me out. You rip souls out of people, and you made a whole new race out of someone’s else corpse. Not to mention that entity you are bound too. I’m sorry, I just… I can’t.”

Joe said nothing for the longest while and just run his hand up and down his knight’s rump.

In the end, he put her back in her original body and got up from their bed.

“How much should I ask for you?”

“With the stats I have? Don’t you dare sell me for less than a thousand gold.”

Savile joked but Joe saw she would not event try to make eye contact. He equipped his cloths then walked over to her and put a bundle in her paws.

“There are six gold nuggets inside and several rough diamonds I got for trimming some excess fat from a local Dutchess. You can get five hundred gold for that, six hundred if you find a reputable buyer.”

He closed her paws around the bundle, making sure she won’t drop it then left without even casting her a second look.

Frozen in place, time and time again she read the screen that popped up before her eyes.

[Contract terminated by Joe with no additional requirements. Slave seal removed. You are free.]

And then she cried.