SpoilerWorld: AlkotasTags: Futanari/Female, Corruption, Transformation, DemonsCommissioner: n666
[colpse]Attia Ferentina woke to the sound of birdsong as rays of morning sun filtered in through the thin curtains of her bedchamber, dancing in time with the breeze that moved them gently from side to side. The woman y motionless, blinking away the sleep in her eyes and wondering, for a moment, if she had only imagined everything that had happened the night before.
It was true that the noblewoman’s dreams had become much racier as of te. A clothier from the city had caught her eye, filling a void that had been left by her husband during his extended absences. Then, st night, she had sworn that the clothier had donned a new, corrupted form, and filled her in other ways as well.
Turning over in her bed, she let the sheets fall from her nude body, exposing her enormous breasts which she could have swore ached from vigorous sucking of her nipples. It wasn’t possible, though. Everything she’d experienced had been too horrifically unreal. Then, as her eyes fell upon the beautiful, nude form of Veturia Belisaria lying asleep in bed next to her, she knew that it had been real. All of it was real.
Bright, blue eyes wandered across the woman’s sleeping form, searching her for any signs of the demonic transformation she had revealed to her the night before. Attia pulled the sheets away slowly, peering between the commoner’s legs for the sizeable girth of the cock that had been inside her, filling her with demonic spunk, but there was only her female sex. It was youthful, well-trimmed, and plump like a peach.
Attia swallowed nervously as a powerful, intrusive thought invaded her mind.
“Fuck her,” the thought said. “She’s yours for the taking.”
It wasn’t the first time she’d considered just taking the woman without asking. She had, several times, thought of using her position and privilege to extract pleasures from her long before the two of them had met that weekend, but they were passing things---temptations she was able to resist.
This time was different.
Before she knew it, Attia was pulling Veturia’s legs open and positioning herself between them. The tanned commoner remained blissfully asleep as the noblewoman reached down to her own pussy and pulled back the clitoral hood to reveal the unusually rge clit hardening with excitement.
“Fuck her,” the thought came again and Attia aligned her hips, positioning herself to use the engorged clit like a miniature cock.
“Not satisfied with st night?” Veturia asked, suddenly wrenching Attia from the perverse pn brewing within her brain. “I thought you’d be exhausted.”
“I...” Attia froze, caught in the act of what would have been highly unethical, to say the least. “I was just...”
“You were going to fuck me in my sleep,” Veturia said, cutting her off and spreading her legs wider. “Well, I’m awake now. Have I lost some of my appeal or do you still wish to viote me with that fat fucking clit of yours?”
Attia nearly jumped out of the bed, her long, golden hair falling slightly into her face. “N-no! I wasn’t! I was just going to...”
“Oh, stop,” Veturia ughed, flicking her dark hair over her shoulder. “I’m only teasing. I know what you were going to do, and you’re free to do it to me anytime, though I suspect you might want a better tool for the job in the future.”
The noblewoman couldn’t help but look scandalized and curious at the same time, gncing around the room conspiratorially before slowly approaching the bed once more. “What do you mean?”
“A cock, my dear,” the woman responded with a ugh. “We need to get you a cock. There are a few ways we can go about it, of course, but it’s imperative that we get one for you soon.”
Attia’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I...I’m a woman, Veturia.”
“And so am I,” Veturia acknowledged as she rolled out of bed, walking over to the nearest of the rge bay windows, her arms raised over her head in a long, catlike stretch. “But when I want to fuck women, I wear a cock. When I want to viote men, I wear a cock. When I want to induct new acolytes to Lady Liderce’s faith... I wear a cock. So too will you.”
It was the sort of thing that would have once caused revulsion in Attia, but now only piqued her curiosity. She felt a swell of anticipation as well, indicating that she might have turned a corner in her tastes. “Viote men?”
“Anally,” Veturia crified, gncing back at her over her shoulder. “Does that arouse you?”
“A little,” Attia admitted with surprising truthfulness. She licked her lips briefly and gnced back at her chamber door, wondering how freely she should be speaking on such matters. “So... how does this work?”
“You’ll earn it through training,” Veturia expined, pulling a robe off a nearby changing screen to wrap herself up. “You’ll learn the ways of Lady Liderce, and as you progress, so will your powers. We’ve started you out on the path of becoming a living demon already. You’ll have increased stamina, strength, durability, and allure, but for everything else we will turn to Lady Liderce.”
“How do we do that?” the noblewoman wondered, surprised at how eager she was to learn the next steps.
Veturia’s beautiful Amethyst eyes darted toward the door as the sound of footsteps passed by. “Your staff, I think. We can use them as part of our rites or as obtions in their own right.”
“Obtions?” Attia echoed, connecting the word to its meaning and the implications of it. “Offerings? You would sacrifice them?”
“No, but perhaps you will,” Veturia countered with a wide, toothy grin. “Depends on how compliant and enthusiastic they might be to become part of the rites.”
Attia brought her hand to her mouth, chewing her nails thoughtfully. Before she even had a chance to debate whether or not to do it, she was already considering who might make for the best candidate. The expeditious unconscious decision surprised her yet again. Her slide into depravity was proceeding far too swiftly.
In an effort to slow things down, Attia wrapped herself in another robe. “How about breakfast first?”
Veturia’s expression shifted dramatically, as though just realizing how long it had been since she’d st eaten. “That sounds delightful, actually.”
After brushing out their hair and fixing the bed, Attia grabbed the bell from the bedside table and rang it for service. The servant was quick to respond, first with gsses of freshly squeezed juice from the orchard, and then with fresh-baked pastries on a ptter. They didn’t say much to one another during breakfast, and the servant didn’t seem to think anything was suspicious. The pair looked like they’d either recently bathed or been to the spa, after all, and it wasn’t as though the staff were in the habit of questioning Attia in the first pce.
The noblewoman caught herself looking the servant woman over, however, gauging whether or not she might be suitable to use in a rite to appease Lady Liderce, the first succubus and new deity to which she was bound. She didn’t know what the rite would specifically entail, but if it would get her a cock then she found herself surprisingly open to whatever sexual depravity she was likely to subject the woman to.
Indeed, the act of subjugation would have been exciting in its own right if she were being truly honest. All of her darker urges, reserved for time alone at night, were beginning to bubble to the surface in broad daylight.
“You think she’ll do?” Veturia asked when the table was finally cleared and the servant vanished into the hallway. “I noticed you examining her rather closely.”
Attie chewed her lip and shook her head. “I’m not sure. I’ve never done anything like this before. With you, it was different because you were very clear that’s where your tastes leaned. But, I confess, I don’t know that much about the staff here. If it were the servants in Ostium, I might be better at it.”
“Not likely,” her companion scoffed, then raised her hands defensively. “But we can fix that. We have plenty of time to study and review some... procedures.”
With that, Veturia reached over to her luggage sitting at the foot of the bed and produced a tome of sacred texts for all of Liderce’s worshippers to familiarize themselves with.
Attia sighed, her eyes drifting away at the very sight of the book. It seemed she was doomed to be bored before she could get excited about anything again.
“Let’s see here,” Veturia murmured, opening the book and rifling through the pages quickly. “Let’s start with some basic incantations and spells, hm?”
“Spells?” Attia repeated, immediately re-engaged with the book and its contents. Sneaking a look inside, she saw various taboo illustrations of how to engage in wanton acts with men and women alike.
Veturia’s lips split into a wide, impish grin. “I thought that would get your attention. Now, let’s begin.”
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Attia stretched in the sun alongside the pond on the property. Once used as a way for kids on hot summer days to cool themselves off, the pond was now rgely decorative. The noblewoman had lounged at its side many times before in the comfortable outdoor furniture custom-made shortly after her marriage.
Today was different. Today, she was naked.
One of Attia’s servants, a young woman by the name of Maria, came down the hill and around the bend to freshen up her drink, stopping short and nearly dropping the pitcher of lemonade.
“Goodness!” Maria excimed, averting her gaze as pointedly as she could. “Forgive me, my dy. I had no idea you were... exposed. I shall leave you be.”
Noticing the blush in the young brunette’s cheeks, Attia had to resist the smirk that threatened to creep onto her lips. “Nonsense. There’s no need to be so bashful. In fact, you’re just in time.”
The young servant looked up, her eyes falling upon the enormous swell of Attia’s breasts before looking away once more. “I don’t understand. Just in time for what?”
Attia grabbed a fsk of tanning oil from the grass beside the chair. “If I’m to tan rather than burn, I need to have this reapplied. Your assistance would be greatly appreciated.”
“M-my dy!” The servant excimed again, absolutely scandalized. “I couldn’t. It wouldn’t be... perhaps I should fetch someone else?”
Attia frowned, looking over at the servant woman disapprovingly. “I realize that you’re less experienced than the others under my employ, but if you’re going to be in the habit of seeking out others to attend to your duties for you, I see no reason to keep you on staff.”
Maria’s eyes widened in shock, realizing that she’d offended the noblewoman. In truth, Attia was pying it up, knowing that the implied threat would be enough to push Maria just a little closer to what she wanted out of her.
“What I meant was, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you with my inexperience. I thought maybe you would prefer someone with more expertise,” Maria stammered, half-lying in a way that was patently obvious to Attia. The noblewoman let it slide in light of the fact that she was getting precisely what she wanted.
“I will provide you all the guidance you’ll need,” Attia said, reaching out to the woman and beckoning her closer with one finger. A wisp of magic woven into the gesture helped set the servant woman’s mind at ease, prompting her to venture closer. It was a retively weak bit of magic, but effective when timed correctly.
Maria was careful in her approach, as though she were trying to sneak up on a skittish animal. Attia held up the fsk, wiggling it from side to side, causing the oily contents to swish around. The servant woman took it, trying not to let where her eyes went be too obvious. She failed abysmally.
Attia extended a leg, pointing her toes elegantly to call attention to the overall shapeliness of the leg despite the retive difference in their age to one another. Maria swallowed uncertainly, adjusted her bodice and skirt, and knelt at the end of the chair to be eye level with the noblewoman’s foot.
Pouring a little of the oil into one hand before rubbing it together with her other, she pced her soft, youthful hands upon Attia’s foot and began to rub the oil in. Immediately, Attia recognized that Maria’s inexperience was perhaps understated. If it wasn’t experience that gave her hands such satisfying grace, it was natural talent. All the more justification for the choice she’d made.
“Like this?” Maria asked, gncing up for approval and finding her gaze met by the underside of the woman’s impressively rge breasts. She blushed and looked away.
“Very good, yes,” the golden blonde responded. “Make sure the coating is even as you make your way up my leg.”
“...up,” Maria repeated nervously, realizing that eventually she would have to contend with the other aspect of her dy’s nudity. “Of course, my dy.”
After a moment, the servant woman massaged up past the ankle, along the calf, and to the knee. Attia allowed herself to let out a low, weak moan. Maria’s hands slowed, but the servant woman dared not stop, lest she risk another admonishment like the one earlier. Instead, the servant seemed like she was going to go with pretending not to hear it. An interesting tactic, Attia thought.
“Mmm, that’s it,” Attia encouraged her. “You’ve such strong, graceful fingers. Perhaps I should assign you to tasks like this more often.”
Maria’s hands trembled. It was hard to say what she was feeling, but judging by the way her eyes darted around for something else to focus on, it wasn’t fear, at least, not entirely.
The moment that Attia had been looking forward to had arrived. Maria was faced now with the noblewoman’s smooth, supple thighs. She started with the outside, as expected, but when Attia moved the leg to the side, opening herself up, she heard Maria’s breath audibly hitch at the glorious sight of the blonde’s precious pink slit, topped with a well-kept tuft of golden blonde hair.
“Don’t forget inside,” Attia said, teasing the woman with an arched brow. “My thigh, I mean.”
“O-of course!” Maria stammered nervously, pstering a big, dumb smile on her face that only endeared her more to the noblewoman. Her freckles were somehow more prominent when she smiled like that. “I thought as much.”
Mere seconds after a reapplication of oil, Maria was back to work on the inner thigh. Attia, eager to fluster the servant woman even further, moaned again. This time, she allowed herself to be a little louder, more sincere. “Ooo.”
The hands slowed but didn’t stop. She looked up at Attia, biting her lower lip as she continued to spread the oil around her inner thigh. Soon, she would reach the crease between it and her crotch. “Shall I switch thighs, my dy?”
Attia met the servant woman’s gaze. “No.”
“As you wish, my dy,” the servant responded, licking her lips nervously as her fingers finally brushed against the soft, delicate petals of the noblewoman’s vulva. She paused after doing so, but only briefly. When Attia didn’t recoil, she knew she had the permission she needed to proceed.
Leaning back into the reclined chair, Attia stretched again, arching her back and emphasizing the curve of her enormous tits. “That’s it, my dear. You’re getting it. Keep going.”
The audible, nervous swallow that came from the servant emphasized the trepidation she had for such new territory. Attia’s clitoris was unusually rge, and as it grew swollen and erect with arousal, there was no hiding how much she was enjoying the woman’s attention. Maria continued to rub along the outside, running her fingers along the folds and over the swollen nub, seemingly in awe of the moment and her extremely good fortune.
“Yes, I could see making this part of your regur duties,” Attia affirmed, her blue eyes fixing Maria in pce. “Would you like that? For the remainder of the summer, of course. There isn’t much call for it when the weather grows cold.”
“It would be an honor,” Maria responded, surprisingly fast, even to her.
“Then, perhaps we could find something else for you to do during that time, hm?” Attia continued, her golden brow rising in a seductive arch.
Maria looked like a deer caught dead to rights by the hunter, the fingers along the noblewoman’s pussy faltering slightly. “S-such as?”
Without a word, Attia spread her legs a little wider, gncing down at her exposed cunt. Maria’s eyes followed, savoring the sight of her dy presented so tantalizingly to her. With her eyes averted, Attia employed another wisp of seductive magic taught to her by Veturia over the course of the weekend. Again, it wasn’t much. It didn’t need to be. It was just a little nudge. A nudge was all that was required.
Maria leaned down hesitantly, taking a deep breath as she braced herself for what could be an imminent reprimand, then let her tongue slide out between her lips to caress the oiled velvet of the noblewoman’s hot, sweltering sex.
“Ohhh,” Attia groaned, pcing an approving hand on the back of the brunette’s head. “Good girl.”
Encouraged by the noblewoman, Maria licked again, this time much more confidently than before. She tilted her head to the side, adjusting her angle to probe deeper before sucking upon the engorged clit. Attia gave her a little time to explore before wrapping her leg around the servant’s head to pull her closer to her pussy, grinding into her mouth. “You have such a soft tongue.”
“Thank you, my dy,” Maria said against the wet, oily flesh between Attia’s legs.
“Would you like to sample mine?” Attia asked with a slight edge to her voice.
Maria nodded, but Attia didn’t rex the pressure applied by her leg. “Yes, my dy. Very much.”
Then, with murmured words of Abyssal and the proper flick of the wrist, Attia was finally able to enact the spell she’d been looking forward to the whole time. Rather than bring the servant to her mouth where her tongue rested, she produced a second, longer tongue from within her cunt to find Maria’s.
The servant jumped, or tried to, once the tongue made contact with her. Eyes wide with panic, Maria tried to move away, but found the noblewoman’s leg around her unusually strong, preventing her from moving even an inch.
“By the gods!” Maria excimed, pnting her hands on the side of the chair to push away. Attia responded by tightening her grip and thrusting her hips up into the servant’s face, driving the tongue into her mouth.
“What’s the matter?” Attia cooed mockingly. “Didn’t you want to sample the silken touch of my tongue? Is it not good enough for you? You seemed quite interested in my nethers just a moment ago!”
“MMMPH!” Maria responded, her mouth completely covered and filled with the various parts of Attia’s newly modified cunt. As the servant thrashed around in a panic, unable to get anywhere, Attia swiveled her hips to increase the pressure in the most pleasurable of ways.
“Ohhh, fuck. You might make me cum just like this, baby,” Attia informed the servant. “Kiss me! Let me taste you.”
Maria’s mouth opened reflexively, her tongue dancing with the one found between the noble’s legs. Within seconds, the servant’s thrashing slowed to a complete stop as her arousal suppnted her fear.
“That’s it,” Attia cooed more sincerely. “Good girl. Gooooood girl!”
“Mmm!” Maria responded, adjusting her position to be more directly in line with her dy’s cunt. Attia opened her legs, now certain that she had captured Maria completely, even without physically restraining her. Instead of merely licking, the servant was kissing deep of the noble’s pussy, making out with her in a way she never would have dared imagine.
“Ahn! AHN!” Attia cried, snaking her lithe fingers through the woman’s hair, causing it to fall out of the bun she’d pced it in to carry out her duties. “Fuck, yes! You’re definitely the right choice for the job, aren’t you?”
“Mhmmm!” Maria moaned happily, ravenously devouring the cunt before her.
“In that case, what sort of Mistress would I be to you if I didn’t return at least a little of the attention you’ve given me?” Attia said before grabbing hold of the woman and tossing her onto the grass.
Stunned by the sudden show of strength, the servant stared doe-eyed up at the noble as she got to her feet. The blonde fell to her knees, but instead of her head vanishing beneath the skirts of the servant’s dress, she reached up inside and pulled her panties free. Then, hiking the skirts up as best she could, she positioned her lower tongue against Maria’s drooling, hot pussy and began pping at it hungrily.
“O-OHH!” Maria blurted unexpectedly, nearly jumping out of her skin with surprise. Attia grinned wickedly, reaching up to the servant’s bodice and pulling it open with another impressive show of strength. A second ter, the brunette’s breasts were free, exposed to the afternoon light for anyone wandering by to see. They weren’t as big as the noble’s, few were, but they were everything that the blonde wanted at the time.
Hunching over her servant, Attia feasted on the tender, youthful flesh of the woman’s breasts, nipples erect in her mouth as she sucked and licked at various intervals. Meanwhile, the long, snake-like tongue that had slithered out from her pussy found its way deep inside Maria, shing and thrashing around against different nerve bundles in rapid succession while the noble’s engorged clit ground heavily against hers.
“M-my dy!” the servant cried, spreading her legs as best as she could while wrapping her arms around the stunningly powerful blonde. “I... I’m close!”
“Call me Mistress and I may just let you finish with me,” Attia replied, barely able to get her mouth off the soft, silky flesh of the servant’s tits long enough to form the words.
“Y-yes, Mistress!” Maria answered without hesitation. So desperate was she for orgasm, that she began to buck up into Attia like a horny teenager. “Don’t stop! I want to please you.”
With a few more vigorous thrusts of her hips, Attia ushered them both across the threshold into pure, carnal bliss. It wasn’t the sort of light orgasm she might have gotten from being eaten out. It was much closer to the kind of earth-rending orgasm she’d experienced with Veturia during their first night together. Except this time, she could taste the woman’s orgasm on her tongue.
Not just the increased fluid production that came with cumming, but the actual essence of the orgasm itself and the subtle magic contained within it. She drank greedily of it, swallowing it with her own cunt and internalizing the energy for herself, feasting on small portions of the young woman’s life force in the process. She could have probably taken more, but she liked this servant and wished to keep her around for a little while longer.
As the two came down from their shared orgasmic high, Maria’s chest heaved with exertion and her brows furrowed as though second-guessing what she’d just done with the noblewoman.
“You’re mine now,” Attia decred, running a finger along the side of Maria’s face. “Mine to taste. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck whenever I desire.”
As though consoled by this decration, Maria’s expression softened. She nodded slightly. “Yes, mistress.”
“Hail Liderce,” Attia decred proudly in the Abyssal tongue. “Lady of Shadows and Desire, I dedicate this act of carnality to you.”
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That evening, by the small fire in the hearth, Attia was magically bestowed a cock by Veturia, priestess of Lady Liderce. Long, thick, and throbbing for attention, the cock ached and twitched by the firelight for only a moment before Veturia went down on her with an open, eager mouth.
At first it was gentle, but soon, unable to contain her excitement and fervor, Attia found herself bucking wildly into the priestess’s mouth. With little experience on how to pace herself or hold herself back with a cock, it only took a brief period of vigorous face-fucking for the noblewoman to begin cumming, pouring thick pearlescent cock cream down Veturia’s throat. The priestess moaned, massaging her own breasts and pinching her nipples in excitement.
“Not bad!” Veturia said after popping her lips free of the swollen head of the she-cock. “You sted much longer than expected, though we’ll train your stamina even further. Soon, you’ll be able to run through a line of your slutty servants either holding back your orgasm for the st, or cumming in each one of them without slowing down in the slightest. It’ll really depend on your preference of technique.”
“I can’t wait,” Attia said, falling back into the fur rug beside the hearth. “That felt... absolutely incredible.”
Veturia fell forward onto the rug beside her, propping herself up on her elbows with a little mischief in her eyes. “It’s even better when you’ve used up someone’s hole.”
“Mmm,” Attia said, running her fingers down the priestess’s back. “I could start with yours. Both of them, really.”
The clothier’s brow arched. “Oh? You’re feeling that confident, are you?”
“I could also make use of Maria,” Attia said, backing down slightly so as not to seem so arrogant before the priestess. She might have been a noble, but within the structure of her new faith, Veturia far outranked her. “She enjoyed herself quite a bit.”
The priestess nodded approvingly. “Yes, I observed your performance from nearby and it was quite impressive. She seemed almost eager for the rimjob she gave you after.”
“I think it’s every noble’s most ardent desire to have a tongue literally up their ass,” Attia joked slightly. “But my husband has always been something of a prude when it comes to being sexually adventurous.”
“Well,” Veturia chuckled. “His preferences don’t particurly matter now, do they? Now that you’ve liberated yourself from the chains of propriety and the tyranny of decorum, you need no longer worry about his bnd tastes.”
Attia remained silent for a moment, thinking to herself as her eyes drifted toward the fire and then to the now-fccid cock between her legs. “His hole will be the one I ruin.”
Veturia leaned up a little more, delighted by the noblewoman’s conclusion. “Ohhh?”
“Mhm,” the blonde affirmed with a nod. “I waited for him endlessly. I begged him. He never listened. He never cared. Now, when he returns home to Ostium, I will be waiting for him. I will sit with him, converse, and do all the things we normally do when I am trying to win his favor and his company in our bed. Then, when he refuses me....”
Veturia’s hand snaked down the front of the woman, grabbing hold of the cock that was already becoming erect again with what she was describing. Within seconds, she began to jerk her off. The priestess’s eyes widened sadistically, fixed on Attia as her nipples became nearly as erect as her cock.
“Then?” the priestess pressed.
“Then, I’ll roll him over and ravage his asshole until I’ve made up for all the loneliness---all of the refusals,” Attia procimed. “If he will not give himself to me, then he shall be given over to Lady Liderce as my first Obtion to her.”
“Yes,” Veturia affirmed, almost hissing with excited approval, her wrist working faster along the shaft of the blonde’s impressively thick cock. “That’s perfect! What a suitable first obtion for Lady Liderce. One could even say poetic.”
“Mmm,” Attia moaned, her hips swiveling from side to side as she felt the pressure beginning to grow within her and down through her shaft. “Will I have her favor then? Will I be able to progress my transformation? I should like to be as beautiful as you are when I change.”
Veturia’s grin only grew. “Fttery now, is it?”
“It’s true,” Attia gasped, leaning closer to the priestess as she brought her lips up to meet hers. “You’re absolutely captivating. You saved me from the tedium of a boring life. I know I can never repay you, but I do want to make you proud.”
Veturia’s pyful demeanor faltered for a moment as she looked upon Attia in a new light, much more appreciative. “Well, you’re well on your way to that. Once we’ve dealt with your husband, we will have much more work to do.”
“I... I look---!” Attia couldn’t finish her sentence as an orgasm erupted from her, sending a few quick, creamy spurts of white spunk across her own tits as the rest of her body spasmed and jerked under the intensity of the pleasure shooting up her spine. “AGHHHNNN!”
“That’s it!” Veturia said, jerking her cock a little harder to cap off her already intense climax. “Give me every st drop of that shit you filthy slut!”
“Yes, Mistress!” Attia cried joyfully, bucking and quaking under the power of her climax. “It’s all yours! It’s all for you!”
Veturia pried her hand free of the delicious meat between Attia’s legs, licking the jizz from her fingers, and captured the golden blonde’s lips with her own, sharing the briney fvor of her spunk with her. “Fucking right it is.”
Then, when they were finished with that bit, the priestess lowered her head and pped the rest of the spunk up off of the noblewoman’s tits.
Theirs was a partnership that was really going to go pces.
She could taste it.
