Spoiler World: AlkotasTags: Futanari/Female, Corruption, Transformation, DemonsCommissioner: n666

  [colpse]Veturia Belisaria came to Ostium months ago, plying her wares while scouting the city for the wealthiest clients in the hopes of bringing them into her orbit. As a clothier, her competition was stiff. The Imperium was regarded by many as the center of civilization in all of Alkotas. Even the moneychangers and wealth hoarders of Aka were often forced to bend to the whims of the Socine Imperium and its vast command of the market surrounding the Broken Sea.

  Once a warrior culture that expanded rapidly through conquest, the Imperium had begun to shrink over the st age as those closest to the top sought to consolidate wealth and resources. These were the sorts of people Veturia wanted to get close to. These were the sorts of people that she sought to tempt, not just with exotic clothes and patterns but with promises of lurid desires made real. There was an abundance of coin nguishing away, crying out for any sort of extravagance to be spent on. The people who held that wealth were dying for ways to spend in ways that the Low Races of the Imperium could only ever dream of.

  Attia Ferentina was the perfect candidate, checking all the boxes that Veturia sought to fill. She was born of a noble house of the High Races, making her the exceptional among the exceptional as far as the Imperium was concerned. She was a cssic Socine beauty with fair skin, golden hair, enormous breasts, and childbearing hips that made men of all races and stations turn their heads when fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of her. She adorned herself in the finest silks, the most exotic patterns, and the most expensive gems and metals to further accentuate this beauty.

  Though she’d been born of a noble cn in its own right, Attia’s marriage to a respected and wizened senator had only served to elevate her status. With her husband in the capital of Soce for most of the year, the noblewoman’s eyes began to wander---a fact that Veturia was quick to capitalize on.

  Veturia looked like she could have belonged to a noble house as well, though she had been low-born among the most common of the common. Her shrewd business sense and quick wit carried her to pces where her natural beauty could not. Born and raised in the streets of the Imperium, Veturia fell in with a group of people who provided her with robust traveling opportunities, taking her far from the borders of the Imperium to pces as far as the shores of Orpeva and beyond. After years abroad, she returned with the spoils of her travels, plying them as curiosities into wealth that allowed her to continue her acquisition of foreign cloth and fashion for hungry Socine clients.

  The beautiful clothier, with her long dark hair and piercing amethyst eyes, had been careful to cultivate contacts among the servants of the richest and noblest houses in the city, eventually using them to establish retionships of varying closeness with their masters and mistresses. With various irons in the fire, Veturia had decided that Attia was the most promising for her future endeavors and leaned in.

  Discounts led to custom work, fittings, and patterns. She plied the woman with stories of her travels and subtle compliments about her beauty and how desirable her body was for anyone with a working set of eyes. The loneliness that Attia experienced while her husband was away---typically treated by over-imbibing wine and other substances---was twisted and redirected toward Veturia. The clothier quickly represented a sort of curiosity in her own right or a representation of the forbidden fruit. Whispers and delicate touches had been exchanged during fittings until servants were moving between them for no other purpose but to deliver perfumed letters with decrations of desire and love---as well as doubt.

  Attia was a powerful woman accustomed to getting everything and anything she wanted, even if it wasn’t strictly within the realm of the w. Taking a male servant into an alcove to ske her lust was one thing, but falling for a woman with whom she saw herself sharing a future was another. What of her husband? What of his position in the Senate? Veturia urged her repeatedly to do as her heart commanded that her cold husband’s career was not her responsibility to manage. She had to do what was right for her heart---and her cunt.

  Eventually, after months of work, Veturia finally got what she wanted: an invitation to an intimate weekend encounter at Attia’s vil in the country, well away from the prying eyes of the bustling city of Ostium.

  “All weekend?” her assistant asked in disbelief. “What about the shop?”

  Brushing a lock of raven-bck hair from her face, Veturia gnced away from her packing to offer Caelia a reassuring look. “That’s a foolish question. Should I be looking for a new assistant capable of running the shop for a single weekend?”

  “Er, uhm,” Caelia muttered, clearing her throat nervously. “No, that won’t be necessary. It’s just going to be busy with the festival.”

  “Which is why this private fitting has been requested at the Vil in the country,” Veturia lied without missing a beat. “Attia grows weary of the noise and crowds that come with such festivals but requires a new summer wardrobe, which she has entrusted to us. As perhaps our biggest client, I would be foolish to refuse her.”

  “I suppose you’re right,” Caelia admitted. “I’ll send word to some of the others they’ll be working this weekend, but they won’t like it.”

  “I’ll authorize bonus pay for their time,” Veturia countered, turning her attention back to her packing. “That should improve their moods.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Caelia responded before swiftly exiting her room to let herself out of her home through the back. The road out front was already crowded with people coming into town for the festival, so the back was much faster. If Veturia was to get underway, she had to leave immediately. She grabbed a medallion embzoned with the symbol of her faith and kissed it gently. Soon, all of her pnning would come to fruition.

  Pcing the medallion in with her personal items, she closed up her baggage and hauled it into the central room of her apartment, where a footman awaited her. He took her baggage to the carriage that awaited her while she locked the apartment up and exited through the back of the insu. Though she didn’t intend to be out and about for long, it hadn’t stopped Veturia from wearing one of her finest dresses and cloaks out into the fading afternoon light. She waved to some of her neighbors as she passed but didn’t bother to stop for conversation.

  Arriving at the carriage that awaited her one street over, Veturia climbed in through the open door while her things were loaded and made herself comfortable. There, she allowed herself a moment of self-reflection and cautious reveling at the imminent success of her seduction of the noble Attia Ferentina. Though not yet completed, her success was all but assured.

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  Attia Ferentina checked her appearance in the mirror for the third time in the st hour, examining her hair and jewelry arrangement. Veturia was due to arrive at any moment, and her anticipation was at its peak. Were she able to express her excitement openly, it might not have been so difficult, but she had to put a great deal of effort into not betraying the true nature of the woman’s visit. Though she’d reduced the number of servants attending to her at the country vil, it only took one to notice something unusual to begin gossiping.

  The st thing that Attia needed was for such gossip to work its way back to her husband while he was in Soce. Minor dalliances and distractions with male servants likely wouldn’t have been cause for arm aside from any indiscretion that may have resulted, but bedding a woman was another thing entirely. A woman deprived of the “natural” need for male companionship was much more patable to such men of power because it afforded them the smallest window through which to stroke their ego. After all, how could the poor thing help but ske her desires for her husband upon the flesh of another in anticipation of his return? It was only natural!

  The idea made Attia’s blood boil. Being left to gossip among the other idle members of the nobility while sipping at wine goblets all day was bad enough, but his active denial of allowing her anything else with which to occupy her time because of how it may him look was too much. All of her passions, hobbies, and interests had been set aside in favor of varying forms of socialization and ass-kissing.

  Painting? Too Bohemian. Horseback riding? Too vulgar! Why, there were so few things that he approved of for a woman to do; she wished she had known it before agreeing to the marriage, which had been arranged by her uncle, who currently held the ruling seat of House Ferentina. They weren’t in need of further advancement; their family was within spitting distance of the Emperor’s ear on most matters, but it helped shore up their accounts and secure real estate well into the future.

  Veturia, though, would be hers and only hers. Not only was she a choice that Attia was making of her own volition after her marriage, it was one partially being made to spite her husband. She was curious about the soft, pillowy embrace of a woman, it was true, but the idea of it being such an insult to her husband made the potential encounter all the sweeter. She’d wondered about it only once or twice before Veturia had wandered into her life, but the woman’s confidence and worldliness had really incensed her sexual curiosity.

  One afternoon, Veturia had brought her a rare selection of delicate Orpevian lingerie. The ce and patterns were so small---so delicate---that she couldn’t even begin to imagine how they would be made in the Imperium. They clung to her body elegantly while outlining all of her most delicious and sensual attributes. She’d seen the naked hunger in Veturia’s eyes in the mirror that day and vigorously masturbated to the mental image of it ter that night. Gods, how she wanted the woman’s face between her legs, licking at her swollen clit like it would be the st meal she’d ever have. That fire and passion was something she needed for herself, even if it could only be obtained in secret.

  “Mistress,” one of the servants said from the doorway behind her, jarring her from her lustful reverie. “They’ve sent word from the gatehouse that she’s arrived.”

  “Very good,” Attia acknowledged, feigning interest in a part of her braided hair that required no further adjustment. “You and the others may go for the night.”

  “Mistress?” the servant asked, surprised with being given the rest of the night off. “Are you certain? What if you need---?”

  “I’m certain,” Attia interjected, looking over her shoulder at the woman. “It’s going to be an extended fitting for the summer wardrobe, so Miss Belisaria will be all the assistance I require. Thank you.”

  “Very good,” the servant responded, curtsying quickly before vanishing into the hallway. Attia stepped out of the powder room when she heard the door down the hallway close. She would have had a meal prepared for Veturia, but it would have aroused too many suspicions. Instead, she’d settled for a little tray of refreshments in her chambers that wasn’t too out of the ordinary.

  Attia heard the carriage approaching outside, adjusted her bodice, and lifted her breasts, which required no additional assistance to be stunning. Besides, if things went according to pn, she would have them in Veturia’s mouth within the hour.

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  Veturia took in the details of the grounds as they approached the vil. Like Attia’s home in the city, it was impressively kept. Every shrub and every tree had been pnted, tended, and pruned with considered intent, enhancing the beauty of the vil’s impressive craftsmanship. The clothier noted the reflecting pool in the front garden, fitted with a magical lightstone that cast a dancing, ethereal blue pattern across anything within a few feet of it.

  Unlike her home in the city, the vil was not a product of Attia’s marriage and reflected much more of her own personal tastes. It also appeared to be much more scantily staffed. A soft smile tugged at the corners of Veturia’s lips, realizing that the noblewoman had already dismissed most of her staff to reduce the chances of them being discovered together. She wasn’t going to waste any time trying to ply Veturia with food and drink; she was horny enough to kick things off as soon as she could get her into her bedchamber. Veturia was inclined to agree with the idea.

  “Good evening!” Attia greeted her in the hallway with her arms out for a friendly embrace. At that point, it wouldn’t have seemed strange to the handful of servants bringing her things in from the carriage. “How was your trip? Uneventful, I presume?”

  As Veturia accepted the embrace, she couldn’t help but savor the feeling of their breasts crushing against one another. Attia made sure to hold a little firmer and longer than she usually did, signaling her eagerness in a way that only Veturia would be privy to. When she pulled away, there was a faint blush on her cheeks that might have given the ruse away if it hadn’t been evening. The lighting in the home had been reduced drastically to be more intimate, though it would appear to others that Attia had simply wound down for the night a little earlier than usual.

  After her things had been deposited in the guest room, Veturia provided the carriage driver with the remainder of his fee to split with the footman and whoever else he needed to pay for the night’s services. They said their goodbyes, excused themselves, and began their journey back to the city, leaving Attia and Veturia alone.

  “So...” the noblewoman began, clearing her throat momentarily. “Are you thirsty?”

  Veturia took a step into Attia’s personal space, running a finger down the side of her face. “Not for anything you could give me in a cup, my dear...”

  Attia exhaled sharply, her face turning a deeper shade of pink at Veturia’s touch and innuendo. “O-ohh.”

  “Would you like to show me where we’ll be working together?” Veturia asked, letting her lips and tongue linger on key sylbles to convey her point in no uncertain terms.

  “Of course,” the noblewoman breathed with excited anticipation. “Right this way.”

  Attia led Veturia quickly through the atrium past another pool simir to the one in the front, albeit considerably smaller. Her bedchamber, on the far side of the grounds, was already lit with numerous candles to set the tone of the evening. Her bed, a four-poster replete with curtains and pillows for comfort, had been arranged for just the sort of company Veturia was there to provide. Though, the clothier noted, perhaps not precisely what Attia had imagined it would be like.

  Veturia wasted no time with conversation, turning the noblewoman around and ciming her lips after what felt like it had been an eternity. Even with their growing lust for one another, they had been careful not to engage in intimate acts unless well and truly alone for the sake of secrecy. At such times, the kisses were fleeting, leaving Attia hungering for more while Veturia slipped away as though nothing had happened between them. Finally, Veturia could linger---to stay with her and let the woman gorge upon her lips as she had so imagined night after night since first they kissed.

  Attia moaned into the kiss, the fires of passion running riot through her body as her eyes closed, and she surrendered to Veturia’s touch. The clothier let her hands wander across the woman’s body, savoring every small shiver and tremor that she could from her. The anticipation was electric as their tongues danced around one another, tasting and twisting along wet, silken surfaces that served to foreshadow what was to come.

  “Gods,” Attia whispered as Veturia’s lips moved from her mouth down her long, slender neck. “I can’t believe we’re finally doing this.”

  “We’ve waited so long,” Veturia remarked before suddenly pulling the woman’s bodice open with a few deft pulls of the ces. A moment ter, she had the top of the dress pulled down to reveal the noblewoman’s enormous, heavy breasts barely contained by the white Orpevan ce that Veturia had sold to her weeks prior. “Are you ready to give yourself to me?”

  “Mmm,” Attia moaned as the clothier squeezed at the soft, pillowy flesh of her chest, pinching gently at her nipples that had been erect since Veturia had set foot in the vil. “Yes.”

  Veturia’s mouth split into a wicked grin as she pulled the fabric aside roughly, exposing the delicate flesh beneath crowned with an even more delicate pink. “Then, say it. I want to hear the words from you. Tell me you surrender yourself wholly to me.”

  “I surrender myself wholly to you,” Attia whispered almost breathlessly as Veturia tugged gently at her nipples.

  “Again,” Veturia demanded, squeezing the soft flesh even as her own nipples pressed firmly against the fabric of her dress in protest of their neglect. “Louder.”

  The noblewoman’s body wobbled briefly as she let her head loll back, finally able to bask in the attendance to her body that she’d yearned for after so long. “Yes! I surrender myself wholly to you, Veturia!”

  “Much better,” Veturia purred with approval before taking one of the erect nipples into her mouth and giving it a long, thorough suck before releasing it with a wet pop. Attia’s thighs quivered, seemingly on the verge of orgasm already despite them just getting started. It didn’t bother Veturia in the slightest; she would be able to keep the woman going all night if she desired it. How many times she climaxed wouldn’t change that one way or another.

  “Gods,” Attia gasped, letting one hand slide around to the back of Veturia’s skull to hold her mouth to her chest. “Suck my tits. Suck them hard.”

  Veturia’s wordless reply came in the form of compliance, moving to the other breast and taking even more of the flesh into her mouth to savor. The room fell silent, save for the sounds of wet sucking and smacking broken by the occasional sigh and low moan of the noblewoman having her breasts serviced.

  “They’re surprisingly sensitive for their size,” the clothier observed as she moved from one heaving helping of bountiful breast to the next, a hand lingering behind to keep the other primed and ready while she resumed her suckling. “Your body is responding so readily...”

  “It’s been too long since anything like this,” Attia admitted, breathing out through her mouth in a futile attempt to level herself out.

  Veturia had no intention of letting the woman catch her breath, pushing her back onto the bed and reaching up under her dress to seize the matching cy white panties she found there and pull them swiftly down around the woman’s ankles before casting them onto the floor.

  “O-oh!” Attia gasped, pleasantly surprised as she struggled to sit up and look down at Veturia. “You’re...sure you want---?”

  “Of course, I wish to taste you,” Veturia said with a near-predatory edge to her voice, gncing up at Attia before vanishing beneath the dress into the darkness below. She found the dewy slit of the woman’s well-groomed cunt all too ready to receive her tongue. She moved it like a thin bde at first, parting the bia with practiced ease and moving up to dance around the engorged clit that had emerged from its hiding beneath the fleshy hood.

  Attia had a rger clit than Veturia had imagined, but it didn’t put her off in the slightest. On the contrary, she was even more assured of her decision to seduce and bed the noblewoman as she drew the clit into her mouth and sucked it gingerly as Attia’s thighs tightened around her head. The noblewoman writhed and twisted under Veturia’s oral attentions as she switched from sucking to licking, pping up the lustful nectar of her sex anywhere she could find it.

  “Never had it so good,” Attia gasped as both her hands went to the top of Veturia’s head, cing her lithe fingers through her dark silky hair. “You’re going to make me cum already.”

  Rather than slow down, Veturia increased her focus by adding two fingers to probe the depths of the woman. As she pped and licked, her arm moved back and forth swiftly, furiously fingering an orgasm out of the woman within seconds. It wasn’t the earth-shattering first orgasm between them that perhaps either of them had imagined, but it was enough. It was all that Veturia needed. The pact was sealed, and the deed complete.

  Veturia had wormed her way into the woman’s soul, opening it to the corruption that awaited her goddess’s hands. Now, all that was left for Veturia was to cim her prize and savor it.

  When Veturia next rose from beneath the dress, she looked different. Where her skin had been comfortably tanned from her years of travel, it had gone almost gray. Her ears had come to points and a pair of long, bck horns curled out from her skull. Her forehead bore a crude symbol of Liderce, the first succubi, embzoned in glowing purple.

  “Easier than I expected,” Veturia admitted aloud, prompting Attia to open her eyes and lift her head from the dazed state of afterglow she had been caught in. Her eyes widened in shock upon seeing how Veturia had changed.

  “Veturia!?” Attia gasped, scooting further onto the bed in horror. With a gesture, the demonic-looking woman before her caused her clothing to simply slide off her and onto the floor before slowly crawling onto the bed after the golden-haired beauty. “Y-you’re a demon?”

  “You could say that,” Veturia said with a little demure shrug of her shoulder. “Though, technically speaking, demons are the souls of the damned when condemned to the depths of the Abyss. I, on the other hand, am very much alive.”

  Attia shook her head in denial as Veturia crept closer, pulling the clothing from her body with supernatural ease. “No, this can’t be. I have to be dreaming!”

  “Not impusible with the sort of things you’ve been dreaming tely,” Veturia chuckled. “Such lewd and scivious things you had in mind for me. You sought to subjugate the gay merchant as your personal fuck-toy to stick it to your distant husband. What a shock this must be for you.”

  “W-what are you!?” Attia demanded, pulling a dagger out from under her pillow. “Don’t come any closer, or I’ll---!”

  “You’ll what?” Veturia interrupted, kneeling before Attia with her breasts bared, her dark nipples aching for attention. “You’d mar these perfect breasts before tasting them for yourself? After all that waiting and pining---you would simply throw it all away?”

  Attia looked surprised to find herself hesitating. She had perhaps one chance to defend herself against Veturia, and she was letting it slip away so she could gaze fondly upon the flesh she’d dreamed of so many times. Her hand trembled, and her slit glistened with renewed arousal.

  “I thought not,” Veturia said, plucking the bde from Attia’s grip and tossing it carelessly over her shoulder, where it cttered across the floor. “Besides, I don’t think it would do much good at this point. You’ve already given yourself to me.”

  “What? No! That’s not what I meant!” Attia protested, trying to roll away from the demonic woman. Veturia seized her thigh and brought her back onto the bed, sliding between her legs with ease to press her own hot slit against the noble’s.

  “It doesn’t matter if it’s what you meant,” Veturia said, thrusting her hips forward to grind herself against Attia’s swollen clit. The noblewoman emitted a noise between a gasp and moan despite herself. “It’s what you said. Besides, I think we both know what’s in your heart. My dy of shadows and desire knows. It’s why yours called out to me as clearly as it did.”

  “I... don’t know what you’re talking about,” Attia said, bracing herself against the bed with a handful of the bedsheet in both hands. “What do you want with me?”

  “You,” the demonic woman said, grinding her hips in smooth, gliding motions along the noble’s thigh and cunt. “All of you. Now that you’re mine, we shall bring out that sinful desire you harbor deep within. You will become an akuma---a living demon--- just like me. Together, we will bring more into the fold in celebration of Liderce. Rejoice!”

  Attia chewed her lip, torn between her moral obligation to turn away from demonic influence and the delicious pleasure and power offered to her by the demon between her legs, rubbing her pussy into utter submission. “I...”

  “Say yes,” Veturia said, leaning closer to allow her breasts to hang pendulously a scant few inches from Attia. Only then did the noblewoman realize the size difference between them. Veturia had assumed a few heads worth of height in the revetion of her true form, physically capable of overpowering her if she so wanted. It wasn’t off the table, but it was so much more delectable when they came willingly---when they surrendered to their own corruption time and again.

  Attia extended an arm, pcing her hand gently on Veturia’s cheek while the demon continued her furious scissoring between her legs. “I would damn myself forever. I...”

  “You would be with me forever,” Veturia corrected. “Surrender. Receive the profane sacrament of my dy Liderce and become as I am.”

  Attia’s eyes glistened with desperation, unable to hold up against the carnal pleasure and eternal companionship offered to her by the demon. More enticing was the power. Veturia could hear the whispers of thought dancing across the surface of the woman’s brain, conflicted as they were. The chance to seize power for herself, to get out from the shadow of the senator, and be more than a drunken woman schmoozing with the other drunken women attached to men of power to maintain their reputations. If she had to be attached to someone, it might as well have been to someone worth her while.

  “Y-yes,” Attia whispered, her breath hitching as she lingered at the edge of yet another climax. “Do it. Give me the sacrament. I accept.”

  Veturia pulled away from the woman, causing a look of distress to cross her face, possibly thinking she had answered incorrectly. Venturia was only adjusting her position as she caused her body to warp and bent above the slit of her cunt, sprouting a long throbbing phallus complete with a plump, rounded cockhead.

  Attia nearly jumped with surprise at the casual dispy of profane magic. “I-is that real!?”

  “It is,” Veturia grinned wolfishly, the pulsing veins along the shaft throbbing in time with her heartbeat. A glowing brand of lust spread outward, curling and spiraling across her pelvis to signal the active spell making such a thing possible. “Now, the sacrament.”

  Though Attia’s face remained horrified, the willing parting of her legs spoke volumes to something else entirely. The golden-haired noblewoman was eager to receive the monstrous meat as her admission into the cult of Liderce.

  Veturia leaned forward, pressing the swollen head of her cock to the eagerly awaiting lust-slick petals of Attia’s pussy. There was no point in holding back---no reason to be gentle. She plunged herself deep into the warmth of Attia’s insides, vioting the space with the profane magic that made her neither man nor woman---space that should have been reserved for another but had been given to her and Liderce.

  Attia’s flesh resisted reflexively, but the woman herself seemed eager to see just how much of it she could take, her face lighting up a bit when she realized she’d miraculously taken the rge woman to the hilt. “Oh, gods...”

  “Lady of shadows,” Veturia corrected. “Or by the bck isles.”

  “Lady of shadows,” Attia said, her back arching like a satisfied cat in a morning ray of sun. “I feel so full.”

  Veturia groaned, allowing herself to experience some of the moment for herself rather than the task at hand, punching deep into Attia as the woman cmped down tightly around her. Together, they writhed and bent in time with one another’s movements, feeling every st inch of their hot skin pressed firmly together. Veturia rexed her chest against Attia, letting the noblewoman’s breasts, balmy with the slight sultry sweat of sex, slide across against her own in a futile bid for supremacy.

  “I’m close,” Attia pleaded, wrapping her legs around the woman firmly. “I want you to cum inside me. Viote my whom with your filthy fucking seed.”

  “Of course,” Veturia exulted in the precious moments before the climax that would break the noble. “But I require something of yours as well.”

  “Anything!” Attia promised. “Take it from me.”

  Veturia arched her back, lifting her breasts slightly off of Attia’s. Muttering a brief word of magic, the demon’s nipples shifted and parted, looking like an unholy mix of a mouth and a cunt where a milk duct should have been. With the nipples opening, she plunged them back down atop Attia’s, drawing the noble’s nipples into her own and sucking as deeply as she had with her mouth only minutes ago.

  “F-FUUUUCK!” Attia groaned with pure shocked arousal. It was enough to put them both over the edge, the tension within Veturia cmping down and releasing in powerful pulses to expel the profane jizz from her throbbing she-cock. Within seconds Attia’s guts were flooded by the thick, creamy ropes of cum, threatening to invade her womb in the space beyond. Even as Veturia expelled everything she had for the scivious noblewoman, she drew something from her as well.

  From the seal formed between their nipples, Veturia drew forth the milk of life from Attia’s breasts, awakened by the profane transformative magic being worked upon her. A portion of her mortal soul had been surrendered, delivered unto Veturia in the name of her new mistress, Liderce. Veturia’s tits drank as greedily of Attia as the noble’s cunt drank of her cock, the two feeding upon each other’s lust and power in a corrupt, profane mockery of life.

  When Attia finally colpsed into the sheets, released from the carnal crucible at the hands of Veturia, she looked almost completely spent. Her body trembled, and her breath was ragged, but a contented smile had affixed itself to her face. Slowly, almost gingerly, Veturia slid her still turgid cock from the woman’s hot, satisfied cunt. Thick pearlescent jizz leaked slowly onto the sheets beneath her.

  “It is done,” Veturia said with a wicked gleam of satisfaction in her eyes before gesturing to Attia’s head. “Behold.”

  Attia reached up, tentatively touching the nubs of horns that had sprouted from her scalp. “Oh, wow. Already?”

  “Indeed,” Veturia confirmed. “You’re a natural, and with me, you’ll find your talents properly cultivated---honed into something truly special in the name of our dy.”

  Attia’s grin widened, her eyes mirroring the wicked glee of the woman who had facilitated her fall. “Glorious. I can’t wait to see what comes next.”

  “Good,” Veturia agreed, turning the woman over onto her side as she pulled the supple mound of her ass to the side, revealing the tantalizing pucker of the noble’s asshole therein. “Because I have so much left to show you.”

  Attia reached over, pulling her ass apart for the demonic woman while holding her gaze. She licked her lips, signifying that plenty of her sexual appetite remained to serve Veturia’s needs. “Do it. Fucking ravage me, Mistress.”